Bed Knobs and Broomsticks
Authors Note- Your right, Ginny 1946, I did forget Percy's room. It was originally written, but then I thought that if I mentioned it, there'd be enough room and then this wouldn't be happening.
Chapter Three- When History Repeats Itself
Throughout the remainder of the night, Harry slept through a dreamless slumber at ease. By the time he was awoken early the next morning, he couldn't remember the kiss. Right away that is.
Ron was shaking him. It was still raining out, miserable days were rare at the Burrow.
" Ginny!" he yelled, sitting up.
" Other side" Ron hissed.
Harry gazed around the room, suddenly remembering exactly where he was. And, what happened the night before. He hit the mattress again, " what a weird night" he muttered.
Ron studied the sleeping arrangement and was aghast, " did you two share that thing?" he referred the sleeping bag turned blanket.
He looked down, " the rain was coming down the chimney and I couldn't find the other one".
" That's when you let her get wet, it's not worth it I tell you" Ron smirked, only saying such things as an older brother.
Harry's expression turned slightly serious, " she was scared".
Ron let out a small laugh, " I've got news for you, it's probably her excuse to, uh, well, you know what happened".
" The ki- oh, oh, you're right, well I-I, we should get some breakfast, shouldn't we?".
Ron glared at him for such an insane sounding comment, especially from Harry Potter. " Maybe you're over tired, go back to sleep".
For a moment, it sounded like a good idea. Harry began to lay down, then caught sight of Ginny, still sleeping. Ron was halfway to the kitchen, the aroma of his mum's pancakes hypnotizing, Harry raced ahead of them.
" I'm not tired" he grinned.
Ron rolled his eyes, " if you say so".
The boys were the only ones awake when Molly began serving breakfast. They at the end of the table as she placed two full plates in front of them.
" How did you kiss Harry?" Molly asked.
Harry dropped his fork back into the plate, " what?" he sounded like a shrieking mouse.
" How did you sleep dear?" she asked again. A mistake, he only misheard, his mind playing games, that was all.
" Oh" Harry tried to calm his nerves, " fine, thanks".
" He and Ginny had bit of a rough night" Ron said, a sly grin that he only let Harry see, " with such a raging storm" he nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.
Like she was waiting for a cue, Ginny stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She saw Harry, who was avoiding her, and stopped.
" Morning dear" Molly greeted, " would you like some tongue?".
She too had her mind games going on, " what?" stopping dead in her tracks by the table.
Molly looked up, " would you like some juice?".
" Oh" Ginny sighed with relief, " uh, no thanks" he sat down across from Harry, never looking.
" My, that must have been some storm, you two can barely hear a thing".
" Some storm" Ron muttered, though his companions at the table were thinking about the same thing.
Molly added six extra sausage links to Harry's plate. " You boys will need your strength for London today"
" London?" Ginny, Ron, and Harry exclaimed together.
Molly placed the frying pan back on the stove. " Fudge owled, darn bird woke us with a start, but the poor thing hardly made it through the storm. Anywho, there's a Muggle shop in London that's apparently filled with enchanted artifacts. Arthur's going to need you boys big time, especially Harry and Hermione, someone to distract the Muggles without confusing them".
Ginny's eyes lit up, " can I go?".
" Bit too dangerous for you dear. The rest of us girls are going to stay here and degnome the garden, suspect some of them tried to sneak their way back in last night.
She stared at Ron, her jaw hanging horrified. He snorted, and continued when she looked across at Harry. For the first time that day, their eyes met for more than half a second. Complete contact until the world around them became a colleague of colors. Not a single blink, not a single breath. The very edge of Ginny's toe glided along Harry's shin. A mere of an inch, he yelped and fell off the chair.
" Ron, how many times do I have to tell you, keep that damn rat in your room!".
Arthur, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill returned to the Burrow long after dusk, walking through the front door in that order. The twins each had an end of Harry's body, carrying him indoors. Ginny, who had been sitting on the couch for hours in deep thought gaped when she saw him. Molly rushed over.
" Goodness, what happened?!" she squealed.
" You shouldn't have seen it mum!" George beamed, waling towards the mattress holding Harry's legs, " it was bloody awesome".
The two gently set a half conscious Harry on his back, " three rows of shelves" Fred finished, " fell right on top of him. Took Ron nearly an hour to dig him out".
Molly glared coldly at her husband. " The raid got a little out of hand, Not to worry, I gave him a potion for the pain, might make him a bit woozy though".
Ginny stared at Harry laying below her, he turned his head. Maybe he was smiling, whatever it was, she couldn't tell. That was happening a lot lately.
Ginny was under strict orders to scream during the night if Harry's potion wore off. Not long after everyone else went to bed, it did, but he was so quiet. Ron had given them a rather large bedheet from his room to avoid another incident like the night before. She burled herself into a ball, trying to stay away.
Every breath Harry took was more painful than his scar when the Dark Lord was around. He was wide awake on his stomach, thinking Ginny was asleep, therefore tried to keep his pain silent.
" Do you want me to get my dad for more potion?" she whispered, indicating that he was wrong.
" No thanks, it only lasted for a few minutes anyways".
Ginny sat up, retrieving her wand from next to the mattress. " Luminous" a roaring fire shot up in the fireplace. " You can't suffer through the whole night.
" It's really not that bad" he insisted.
Without him noticing, she straddled his waist, using her knees to keep her weight from pressing into him. Placing her hands over his black and blue skin after pushing away his shirt.
" Ouch" he said casually.
" Sorry, just give it a second".
She continued, gently pressing her fingers into his sore muscles. As painful as it was, the motions eased the full tension, Ginny could feel the deep breaths and moans from beneath her.
" How's it feeling?" Ginny whispered.
Harry tried to speak, through the wonderful feeling and shallow breathing, " really good" he gasped.
She smiled to herself, then leaned downward to massage his neck and shoulders. He twitched when feeling her hair strands brush over his skin. Laying flat against his back, chin resting on his shoulder. Ginny's hands slid around Harry's body to his stomach, he trailed her fingers on the outline of his torso.
Like she triggered something in his body. Harry turned his head so their lips were touching, nothing more. He took the opportunity to make the next move, proceeding to make the kiss deeper. It was no longer only Ginny who caused it, now he was just as guilty. She tightened her arms around him to better the awkward position they were already in, physically that is. He could tell that she was trying to move him, and he was willing to go.
" Virginia Weasley!" a voice boomed.
Ginny shot upwards and gasped loudly. Percy was standing in the staircase, seeing his sister and brothers best friend in such a way when they were alone. But that's not what he was there to complain about, not to be surprised, but he didn't even notice that.
" You should know the danger of having cloth so close to the fire! You could burn down this entire house!".
They both sighed with relief and annoyance. " Sorry Percy" she muttered, sliding off Harry, waving away the fire with her wand.
Harry couldn't help laughing hysterically into the pillow.
Authors Note- I want to know how far you guys think this should go. Please, please, please leave your ideas/comments in a review, or email me at morgsyncer@yahoo.com, or my AIM screen name is TinyMoe361.
Authors Note- Your right, Ginny 1946, I did forget Percy's room. It was originally written, but then I thought that if I mentioned it, there'd be enough room and then this wouldn't be happening.
Chapter Three- When History Repeats Itself
Throughout the remainder of the night, Harry slept through a dreamless slumber at ease. By the time he was awoken early the next morning, he couldn't remember the kiss. Right away that is.
Ron was shaking him. It was still raining out, miserable days were rare at the Burrow.
" Ginny!" he yelled, sitting up.
" Other side" Ron hissed.
Harry gazed around the room, suddenly remembering exactly where he was. And, what happened the night before. He hit the mattress again, " what a weird night" he muttered.
Ron studied the sleeping arrangement and was aghast, " did you two share that thing?" he referred the sleeping bag turned blanket.
He looked down, " the rain was coming down the chimney and I couldn't find the other one".
" That's when you let her get wet, it's not worth it I tell you" Ron smirked, only saying such things as an older brother.
Harry's expression turned slightly serious, " she was scared".
Ron let out a small laugh, " I've got news for you, it's probably her excuse to, uh, well, you know what happened".
" The ki- oh, oh, you're right, well I-I, we should get some breakfast, shouldn't we?".
Ron glared at him for such an insane sounding comment, especially from Harry Potter. " Maybe you're over tired, go back to sleep".
For a moment, it sounded like a good idea. Harry began to lay down, then caught sight of Ginny, still sleeping. Ron was halfway to the kitchen, the aroma of his mum's pancakes hypnotizing, Harry raced ahead of them.
" I'm not tired" he grinned.
Ron rolled his eyes, " if you say so".
The boys were the only ones awake when Molly began serving breakfast. They at the end of the table as she placed two full plates in front of them.
" How did you kiss Harry?" Molly asked.
Harry dropped his fork back into the plate, " what?" he sounded like a shrieking mouse.
" How did you sleep dear?" she asked again. A mistake, he only misheard, his mind playing games, that was all.
" Oh" Harry tried to calm his nerves, " fine, thanks".
" He and Ginny had bit of a rough night" Ron said, a sly grin that he only let Harry see, " with such a raging storm" he nearly choked on his pumpkin juice.
Like she was waiting for a cue, Ginny stumbled into the kitchen, yawning and rubbing her eyes. She saw Harry, who was avoiding her, and stopped.
" Morning dear" Molly greeted, " would you like some tongue?".
She too had her mind games going on, " what?" stopping dead in her tracks by the table.
Molly looked up, " would you like some juice?".
" Oh" Ginny sighed with relief, " uh, no thanks" he sat down across from Harry, never looking.
" My, that must have been some storm, you two can barely hear a thing".
" Some storm" Ron muttered, though his companions at the table were thinking about the same thing.
Molly added six extra sausage links to Harry's plate. " You boys will need your strength for London today"
" London?" Ginny, Ron, and Harry exclaimed together.
Molly placed the frying pan back on the stove. " Fudge owled, darn bird woke us with a start, but the poor thing hardly made it through the storm. Anywho, there's a Muggle shop in London that's apparently filled with enchanted artifacts. Arthur's going to need you boys big time, especially Harry and Hermione, someone to distract the Muggles without confusing them".
Ginny's eyes lit up, " can I go?".
" Bit too dangerous for you dear. The rest of us girls are going to stay here and degnome the garden, suspect some of them tried to sneak their way back in last night.
She stared at Ron, her jaw hanging horrified. He snorted, and continued when she looked across at Harry. For the first time that day, their eyes met for more than half a second. Complete contact until the world around them became a colleague of colors. Not a single blink, not a single breath. The very edge of Ginny's toe glided along Harry's shin. A mere of an inch, he yelped and fell off the chair.
" Ron, how many times do I have to tell you, keep that damn rat in your room!".
Arthur, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Percy, Charlie, and Bill returned to the Burrow long after dusk, walking through the front door in that order. The twins each had an end of Harry's body, carrying him indoors. Ginny, who had been sitting on the couch for hours in deep thought gaped when she saw him. Molly rushed over.
" Goodness, what happened?!" she squealed.
" You shouldn't have seen it mum!" George beamed, waling towards the mattress holding Harry's legs, " it was bloody awesome".
The two gently set a half conscious Harry on his back, " three rows of shelves" Fred finished, " fell right on top of him. Took Ron nearly an hour to dig him out".
Molly glared coldly at her husband. " The raid got a little out of hand, Not to worry, I gave him a potion for the pain, might make him a bit woozy though".
Ginny stared at Harry laying below her, he turned his head. Maybe he was smiling, whatever it was, she couldn't tell. That was happening a lot lately.
Ginny was under strict orders to scream during the night if Harry's potion wore off. Not long after everyone else went to bed, it did, but he was so quiet. Ron had given them a rather large bedheet from his room to avoid another incident like the night before. She burled herself into a ball, trying to stay away.
Every breath Harry took was more painful than his scar when the Dark Lord was around. He was wide awake on his stomach, thinking Ginny was asleep, therefore tried to keep his pain silent.
" Do you want me to get my dad for more potion?" she whispered, indicating that he was wrong.
" No thanks, it only lasted for a few minutes anyways".
Ginny sat up, retrieving her wand from next to the mattress. " Luminous" a roaring fire shot up in the fireplace. " You can't suffer through the whole night.
" It's really not that bad" he insisted.
Without him noticing, she straddled his waist, using her knees to keep her weight from pressing into him. Placing her hands over his black and blue skin after pushing away his shirt.
" Ouch" he said casually.
" Sorry, just give it a second".
She continued, gently pressing her fingers into his sore muscles. As painful as it was, the motions eased the full tension, Ginny could feel the deep breaths and moans from beneath her.
" How's it feeling?" Ginny whispered.
Harry tried to speak, through the wonderful feeling and shallow breathing, " really good" he gasped.
She smiled to herself, then leaned downward to massage his neck and shoulders. He twitched when feeling her hair strands brush over his skin. Laying flat against his back, chin resting on his shoulder. Ginny's hands slid around Harry's body to his stomach, he trailed her fingers on the outline of his torso.
Like she triggered something in his body. Harry turned his head so their lips were touching, nothing more. He took the opportunity to make the next move, proceeding to make the kiss deeper. It was no longer only Ginny who caused it, now he was just as guilty. She tightened her arms around him to better the awkward position they were already in, physically that is. He could tell that she was trying to move him, and he was willing to go.
" Virginia Weasley!" a voice boomed.
Ginny shot upwards and gasped loudly. Percy was standing in the staircase, seeing his sister and brothers best friend in such a way when they were alone. But that's not what he was there to complain about, not to be surprised, but he didn't even notice that.
" You should know the danger of having cloth so close to the fire! You could burn down this entire house!".
They both sighed with relief and annoyance. " Sorry Percy" she muttered, sliding off Harry, waving away the fire with her wand.
Harry couldn't help laughing hysterically into the pillow.
Authors Note- I want to know how far you guys think this should go. Please, please, please leave your ideas/comments in a review, or email me at morgsyncer@yahoo.com, or my AIM screen name is TinyMoe361.