Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Chapter- Rainstorms and Sleeping Bags
Arthur moved aside the coffee table in the living room, retrieved the deflated mattress from the closet and sat all through dinner blowing it up. By the time everyone else was ready to go upstairs to bed, it was set up in front of the fireplace.
" Ginny kicks in her sleep" Ron said to Harry at the bottom of the staircase, " feel free to kick her back, or whatever comes naturally".
Hermione smacked him upside the head, " shut up" she grunted while descending up the steps, " good night Harry".
" Night" the only others on the ground floor were Molly and Ginny. Harry headed back to the other room only when the footsteps above him quiet down.
Ginny was already laying on her back when he came in. Molly placed two sleeping bags at the end of the mattress. It wasn't too small for them, maybe another petite person could fit in there.
" If either of you get chilly, reach down and grab one of these" Molly said, " if you need anything, just holler". Harry laid down on the far end away from Ginny, but if he went to far, he'd most likely fall off. " Goodnight dears" she gently kissed each of their foreheads and departed to her bedroom.
There was complete silence after Molly's footsteps faded, awkward as it was. Crickets were talking out, a light breeze ran down the chimney and over the mattress, causing a few floorboards to creak.
" Night Ginny" he had to say something before he went insane.
" Night Harry" she whispered, already being half asleep.
Harry let himself relax as exhaustion overcame him. Peacefully, he drifted off into a slumber. Only to be awaken less than hours later.
A mixture of water and rain came rushing out of the fireplace, blowing towards them. The spiral of winds around the Burrow sounded like thousands of screaming ghosts. Harry awake with a startle, remembering where he was when lightening occasionally dimly lit the room. Loud crashes of thunder that followed placed his reflexes on end.
Like fighting a tornado, Harry struggled to find the sleeping bags for himself and an exposed Ginny who seemed to still be sleeping. There was only one there, the other must have blown away, and it was too dark to go looking.
He pulled the zipper down and around turning it into a large blanket This time, he laid down closer to her and pulled the blanket over their heads. When the fabric touched her bare arm, Ginny screamed.
Harry clamped a hand over her mouth before she woke anyone else. " It's okay, I just go this so we wouldn't get wet".
Ginny took several deep breaths, " oh, that's very kind of you. Wow, if it's bad here, I feel bad for Ron, all the way up there, it must be like a lake".
Harry laughed, " maybe, but with the way he sleeps, I doubt he'd notice".
She giggled under their cover. Another crash of thunder and she nearly fell to the floor. Not like it was a long way down, but Harry still grabbed her arm. " You're not scared, are you?'.
Ginny grinned, he probably couldn't see it very well, but it made her feel a bit better. " Not all, just very loud. Usually I can sleep through them".
" There's nothing the be afraid of".
" I know" it was obvious that she was edgy. Crash, and she yelped.
Harry adjusted the sleeping bag over them, " well, try to take your mind off it. Think of something else besides the storm".
Ginny did take his advice, waiting patiently and nervously for the right moment (she had been waiting a long time). She placed her hand on the mattress, it slid down a bit as she inched closer to Harry. Feeling the heat radiating from his body, Ginny closed her eyes, placing her lips atop of his. He must have had some kind of idea that it was coming, because he wasn't too shocked when she did that. Nor when she let her tongue slip through his closed lips, the tip touching his teeth.
Harry did the same, slipping his tongue into Ginny's mouth ever so lightly to meet hers part way. The bridge of his glasses bumped her nose when she placed her hand on the back of his neck.
The two were involved in a tongue tying war from somewhere between several minutes and an eternity. Neither knew what the other was thinking, let alone themselves.
Suddenly, " wait!" Ginny quickly slid back in the other direction. Both were breathing slightly more heavy. She stared at him for a minute or so, " that was a bad idea, I'm sorry".
Harry nodded, " I'm sorry too".
Ginny turned over, facing away from him but still under the blanket. " Good night Harry" she said again.
" Good night" he turned over just the same.
Lucky for the storm, Harry couldn't hear her soft cries from next to him.
Chapter- Rainstorms and Sleeping Bags
Arthur moved aside the coffee table in the living room, retrieved the deflated mattress from the closet and sat all through dinner blowing it up. By the time everyone else was ready to go upstairs to bed, it was set up in front of the fireplace.
" Ginny kicks in her sleep" Ron said to Harry at the bottom of the staircase, " feel free to kick her back, or whatever comes naturally".
Hermione smacked him upside the head, " shut up" she grunted while descending up the steps, " good night Harry".
" Night" the only others on the ground floor were Molly and Ginny. Harry headed back to the other room only when the footsteps above him quiet down.
Ginny was already laying on her back when he came in. Molly placed two sleeping bags at the end of the mattress. It wasn't too small for them, maybe another petite person could fit in there.
" If either of you get chilly, reach down and grab one of these" Molly said, " if you need anything, just holler". Harry laid down on the far end away from Ginny, but if he went to far, he'd most likely fall off. " Goodnight dears" she gently kissed each of their foreheads and departed to her bedroom.
There was complete silence after Molly's footsteps faded, awkward as it was. Crickets were talking out, a light breeze ran down the chimney and over the mattress, causing a few floorboards to creak.
" Night Ginny" he had to say something before he went insane.
" Night Harry" she whispered, already being half asleep.
Harry let himself relax as exhaustion overcame him. Peacefully, he drifted off into a slumber. Only to be awaken less than hours later.
A mixture of water and rain came rushing out of the fireplace, blowing towards them. The spiral of winds around the Burrow sounded like thousands of screaming ghosts. Harry awake with a startle, remembering where he was when lightening occasionally dimly lit the room. Loud crashes of thunder that followed placed his reflexes on end.
Like fighting a tornado, Harry struggled to find the sleeping bags for himself and an exposed Ginny who seemed to still be sleeping. There was only one there, the other must have blown away, and it was too dark to go looking.
He pulled the zipper down and around turning it into a large blanket This time, he laid down closer to her and pulled the blanket over their heads. When the fabric touched her bare arm, Ginny screamed.
Harry clamped a hand over her mouth before she woke anyone else. " It's okay, I just go this so we wouldn't get wet".
Ginny took several deep breaths, " oh, that's very kind of you. Wow, if it's bad here, I feel bad for Ron, all the way up there, it must be like a lake".
Harry laughed, " maybe, but with the way he sleeps, I doubt he'd notice".
She giggled under their cover. Another crash of thunder and she nearly fell to the floor. Not like it was a long way down, but Harry still grabbed her arm. " You're not scared, are you?'.
Ginny grinned, he probably couldn't see it very well, but it made her feel a bit better. " Not all, just very loud. Usually I can sleep through them".
" There's nothing the be afraid of".
" I know" it was obvious that she was edgy. Crash, and she yelped.
Harry adjusted the sleeping bag over them, " well, try to take your mind off it. Think of something else besides the storm".
Ginny did take his advice, waiting patiently and nervously for the right moment (she had been waiting a long time). She placed her hand on the mattress, it slid down a bit as she inched closer to Harry. Feeling the heat radiating from his body, Ginny closed her eyes, placing her lips atop of his. He must have had some kind of idea that it was coming, because he wasn't too shocked when she did that. Nor when she let her tongue slip through his closed lips, the tip touching his teeth.
Harry did the same, slipping his tongue into Ginny's mouth ever so lightly to meet hers part way. The bridge of his glasses bumped her nose when she placed her hand on the back of his neck.
The two were involved in a tongue tying war from somewhere between several minutes and an eternity. Neither knew what the other was thinking, let alone themselves.
Suddenly, " wait!" Ginny quickly slid back in the other direction. Both were breathing slightly more heavy. She stared at him for a minute or so, " that was a bad idea, I'm sorry".
Harry nodded, " I'm sorry too".
Ginny turned over, facing away from him but still under the blanket. " Good night Harry" she said again.
" Good night" he turned over just the same.
Lucky for the storm, Harry couldn't hear her soft cries from next to him.