(A/N please be open minded to new plots got inspiration from POTO since the
new phantom was announced today)
Ginny Weasley was three years out of her Hogwarts days and she was the only Weasley who hadn't entered the buzzing world of the ministry of magic, much to her mothers distress. Ginny had decided she wanted to be in the lime light but unfortunately Ginny lacked the talent to be famous and was resigned to being a meagre personal assistant to the half veela soprano and international sensation "Divine". Divine was the biggest musical sensation to ever hit the wizarding world and with her floor length gold hair and entrancing charms there was only a tiny minority of blind deaf and dumb witches who didn't adore her. Ginny knew she was non-existent beside Divine in everyone's eyes all except that is in Harry Potters. Harry had been an overnight success story, leaving school and joining the England quiditch team and aiding them in securing top place in the world cup all within a few short years. He also had the biggest crush ever on the quietest little Weasley, she was the only one who had remained genuine with him after his already humungous fame sky rocketed even further with his quiditch success. Ron didn't like Harry liking Ginny one little bit, it was his little sister after all. Ron had become an auror with the ministry he was partnered with his wife Hermione. Together they were the most feared aurors in the whole of the wizarding world. On the day we start our story Divine was playing one of her largest ever concerts to date, the world cup stadium was being used to house the diva's performance. It was exactly ten minutes before show time and Ginny was running about frantically making the very last adjustments to everything to ensure that Devine would be in the mood to sing. It wouldn't be the first time Devine had walked out on a national event, she was a rather temperamental starlet. Devine could be put off by anything, a person chewing too loudly, someone over a mile away coughing without covering their mouth. But she could become especially cross if her room was not made up to her exact specifications. The room had to be pink and she had to have a fridge full of strawberry ice cream, she had to have at least a hundred roses and she simply had to have enough space for all her sixty cases and her large entourage of stylists and PR agents. Ginny's current mission involved searching out the little bird who was twittering in the tree near Devine's room disturbing her karma and silence it. Standing at the base of the tree Ginny gazed up at the trees massive height wondering if she should just shoot a flare up and scare the bird away but she had been put under strict orders to not harm the bird or use magic. Devine was often weird, she derived great pleasure from watching her servants toil like muggles. Ginny began shimming up the tree side her bare legs already becoming red with scratches, feeling her weak arms crippling under her own weight. Finally Ginny made it to the top of the tree only for the small bird to flutter away with fright at seeing her. Unfortunately for Ginny the bird in question had been eating a very dodgy cluster of seeds and was feeling unwell because the bird released its ailing bowels onto Ginny's head as it flew away. Soiled and unhappy Ginny slid down the bark of the tree tearing the tender flesh of her legs as she went. Once back on earth Ginny closed her eyes and apparated with a pop back to Devine's changing room. It was pandemonium, Devine was busy hurling dollops of caviar at the mirror because she felt it was lying to her and making her look fatter than she actually was. Ginny ran over to the maddened half veela and raised her hands up in defensive stance "I just read in witches weekly fashion that you were voted the most beautiful creature on this planet.". Devine looked at Ginny her eyes blazing furiously before she registered what she had said, then looking as angelic as a cherub Devine broke into a smile "really? See I knew the mirror was lying!". "Devine sweetie its nearly show time, are you ready?" Ginny breathed relieved at the averted disaster. "Well, yes I suppose, so who famous is going to be there other than me!?" Devine resumed her sulky demeanour. "Well of course all the ministry officials, the world cup winners will be there and I also heard that some of the best witches will be there". Ginny racked her brains she had forgotten to check the guest list and knew that if Devine was not satisfied by the names she would probably not perform. "Will that gorgeous one be there?" Devine's face was pretty once again as she smiled to herself "You know the one I mean, you went to school with him". Ginny perked a brow becoming quite uneasy as she began rearranging the roses "You mean Harry Potter?". "Yeah, I think he should be my next lover, he is so handsome and as famous as me". Ginny restrained a glare at Devine wishing she would keep her paws off her love, sighing Ginny thought how Harry would drop her for Devine in a heart beat. Ginny mumbled something incoherent her face blushing deep red, how could Devine be mooching her man. Devine then sent an exhausted and still sore Ginny on a mission to find Harry and lure him in for her, Devine noted it would be hard for Ginny to lure a man but she was to give it her best shot. Ginny tottered off and found a seat in the wings of the stage that was erected to hold the Diva. Sitting she began playing with her fingers counting them feeling quite jealous of Devine and her awesome talents. Suddenly something odd happened and Ginny found herself drifting off into a sleep in her seat unable to keep her lids parted any further. Ginny dreamed a man in his mid twenties standing over her , leaning down to kiss her, his dark hair masking his face fully. Ginny awoke abruptly during the midway point of Devine's concert, very much alone. Ginny gasped slightly her cheek still warm from where his lips had rested so lightly. Devine was stood centre stage wearing a dress of silver making her seem only more heavenly, her arms out spread Devine threw her voice to the heavens much to the pleasure of the massive audience who cheered her. Ginny rubbed her head wondering what just caused her to fall asleep like that. Ginny let out a small yelp as she felt arms slide about her chest pulling her back against a solid frame. Ginny turned and smiled warmly "Hi Harry" their lips met briefly, "I missed you where have you been all day?". Harry pulled Ginny round so that they were facing properly, bending down Harry picked Ginny up off her feet and swung her to the left before lowering her down for another kiss. As their lips parted Harry responded "Oh I was busy you know, official Harry business!". Harry tilted his head to the side masses of his dark hair hiding his eyes from hers. Ginny loved how Harry was now, ever since Harry had left Hogwarts and people stopped attacking him and trying to raise the dark lord Harry seemed a lot happier and much more care free. "Oh Harry business I see, well must be top secret I won't pry any further, well I am on an official Ginny mission, keep her royal highness over there happy till clocking off time" Harry began pouting like a surly five year old who has just been told he is not getting a cookie.
"Oh her, your other boyfriend!" "I am sure she would much rather have you as her boyfriend Mr Potter!" Ginny's hands roamed playfully through Harry's dark hair curling and unfurling it about her fingers. "Huh well you tell her I don't like other guys so she is out of luck" at this Harry kissed Ginny again this time his tongue managed to navigate its way past Ginny's protective lips to her mouth. Ginny began to sag in Harry's arms like a limp doll her muscles releasing the heavy tension they had been carrying all day. But just as Ginny was really starting to appreciate the kiss the music on stage went dead and screams began erupting from the crowd. Harry wheeled around pulling his wand out and ran forward onto the stage closely followed by Ginny who ran to an almost hysterical Devine. The source of the screams from was the terrified witches and wizards being hit and knocked out by the falling lighting equipment Harry acting more quickly than any other wizard lifted his wand and shouted "Winggardium leviosa!" and thrust his wand forward causing the lighting equipment to become static in the air and unmoving. Guiding the wailing Devine off the stage Ginny patted Devine's back saying "Its ok Harry is taking care of it" in mid wail Devine stopped sniffing and asked "Harry Potter?". "Yes" Ginny answered rather cautiously. "Oh how fabulous Harry my hero, do get him to come see me in my room!" Devine seemed to cheer up considerably at this point. Ginny's features darkened knowing that Devine was probably planning to seduce Harry and that even despite how many times Harry had professed to her that Devine was practically a man he would be immersed by Devine's beauty and fall for her.
Once they reached the changing room Devine began running around madly looking for her silver halter neck hurling her other expensive dresses around like rags in her mad scramble. Ginny went into the next room to give Devine some privacy, sitting down comfortably into the chaise long Ginny pulled out a nail file and began trying to touch up her un-manicured nails. The room she was the adjoining Devine's room and was meant for the understudy, but since Devine had never missed a performance and since nobody had the skill to understudy her, the room remained empty. The room was decorated in warm gold colours with lacy trimmings all over. The wall furthest away from Ginny had a mirror along the full length of it, obviously to cater to any stars vanity. Ginny looked at the mirror breathing heavily, the reflection looking back at her upset her a lot, unglamorous little shorts showing off short legs and a quiditch top of Harry's three sizes too big, her hair falling loosely in masses of curls, which she had been too tired this morning to get rid of. Then as if someone was enchanting the mirror it began to change and move, its glassy face rippling and ballooning out of the wall. Ginny sat up on the sofa her hands rising up protectively, wishing she had picked up her wand as the mirror moved towards her threatening to engulf her. But as the mirror seemed to be able to reach no further it retracted sharply back into the wall and beyond leaving a tunnel through the mirror. Ginny got up and gingerly walked over to the tunnel wishing she wasn't so damn curious, then without warning a bright light shot out of the tunnel hitting Ginny full in the face and knocking her back off her feet. Instead of meeting the cold hard floor Ginny met the strong arms and a voice gentler than any angels yet somehow retaining a masculine tone. It was as if Ginny was floating on the clouds wind rushing through her hair and lifting her up to a higher plain of existence. The words he had spoken had transported her away, not sure if she was under a spell Ginny simply didn't care, she felt wonderful. She was back on her feet but every step was light and made her feel free, she was walking down the tunnel led by her companion with the heavenly voice whose hand held her so tightly she was sure nobody could get her from him. The man before her was cloaked and hooded, she could not make out any of his features but she knew he was strong, she could feel it pulsing off him. Suddenly the man had stopped and he was facing her but again his face was still hidden, wrapping his arm about her waist he pulled Ginny close whispering again in her ear "Come with me.". Ginny nodded overwhelmed with an urge to please this man anyway possible and to do whatever he said, then the arm tightened and the man's other arm scooped up Ginny's legs and carried her onward. Ginny lay warm and safe in his embrace her head cradled on his shoulder her fingers buried deep into the soft black cloth of his robe. Ginny broke her gaze from his dark face to look at the bright light emitting from the end of the tunnel and Ginny had a strange sense this was almost like a rebirth for her. Stepping through into the light was refreshing but as Ginny's eyes became adjusted to the light she could see where they where. The room was a cavern built out from glittering rock and the whole hall was lit with glowing floating candles like they had at Hogwarts. There was a huge organ that took up one whole side of the vast wall and Ginny boggled at how any human could play it. There was also another room Ginny could see in the distance, she assumed this must be his bedroom. There were various instruments about the room and one in particular that Ginny thought was stunning. A huge golden harp glittered and twinkled in the light, there were cherubs and angels lining the top of the harp and all the way down the backboard. The strings seemed to be made of silver and gold that glimmered with jewels. The man seeming to see what Ginny's eyes where gazing at snapped his fingers and the harp sprung into life the angels coming alive to sing an accompaniment more lovely than anything Ginny had ever heard. The man carried Ginny through the cavern before placing her down by the organ, looking her up and down the hooded figure seemed to think that her attire was hardly appropriate in the presence of such loveliness. Waving his hands in front of him Ginny felt a rush of air pass over her and found a pearl white silk gown slipping over her, her other clothes gone from her body. The neck of the dress dipped down low at the bust then high over her shoulders and down the back in a long flowing layers of silk. Ginny blinked a few minutes surprised and shocked that he had not used a wand, he would have to be a very powerful wizard not to need the aid of a wand for casting spells. Opening his arms wide again the man pushed his cloak back like tail coats and sat down at the organ, holding his hands over the organ suddenly the keys furthest away sprang into life and the organ began making a melodic and powerful tune all before his hands touched the board. Placing his left hand down on the organ he began playing madly his hand flying over the keys possessed. Lifting his other hand up he pointed it at the other instruments and without warning the massive cellos, flutes, violins, percussions and pianos erupted in song accompanying him beautifully. Ginny stepped back awed by the beauty of the orchestral composition. Standing there it was like having every perfect note flow through her and hit her soul hard. Without warning her music maker turned and held his right hand up his gloved palm facing her , suddenly a wave of warmth hit her whole body. Almost like dye filtering through water colouring her and changing her completely she could feel the heat affecting her. It took a hold of her at the base of her diaphragm and led her forward so she was standing close to the man, then not of her own accord Ginny's lips parted and a strange voice came from her, not quite her own. The voice came from a place deep within Ginny's soul she never even knew existed, the voice was soft like seraphim and louder and with more resonance than any divas. The man moved his fingers manipulating her voice as he pleased making her go higher and higher in pitch, performing astounding scales of pitch to show how brilliant he could make her. Ginny began feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen and could feel her wind pipe stretching to accommodate her rather painfully. Raising all his fingers Ginny found herself throwing herself forward with effort to hit a painful E sharp and hold it for as long as humanly possible. Closing his hand he released the magical grip he had on her. Ginny fell forward from the strain and straight into his soothing arms which picked her up like she were a feather. Waving a dismissive hand towards the instruments they all fell silent, all apart from the piano and harp which played a slow romantic tune mostly made up of long rolling cords. Walking swiftly into the next room the man stopped a moment and lifted a hand waving it in front of him the room became dimly lit by the large candelabras around the perimeter of the room. Ginny's eyes opened to look at the room, she caught her breath sharply , the room was amazingly beautiful. There was a large oval shaped bed in the centre of the room draped in silk and organza curtains falling from the high ceiling in bright and hot shades of red. To the left of the bed was a massive fireplace that could easily have at least twenty people stand in it un-cramped and the fire was blazing a furious inferno. The other side of the bed there was a glass table set with silverware and two silver seats. Just beyond the bed was a large raised bathtub off the floor with a pearl basin and golden legs. It seemed extremely deep and had little marble steps leading up to it, large silver ornate dolphins rose from the bath on either side obviously taps. The man looked down at Ginny his face still hidden by the darkness but she could tell he wasn't smiling, she knew he was looking at her with desire. Feeling quite exposed by the pearl white dress Ginny rested a protective hand over her bosom, a little fear creeping into her heart at this elusive man. Seeming to understand he carried Ginny over to the bed the curtains pulling back of their own accord and the red satin spread pulling back invitingly. Laying Ginny onto the bed the man pulled back and lifted his hands up to the neck of his cloak and unfastened it, dropping it to the ground. He stood before her wearing a black suit tailored to his body to show his muscular physic. Lifting his hand up to his hood he stopped momentarily and spoke to Ginny "are you sure you want to see this, once we start this we have to play it through". Ginny entranced again by him raised herself up on the bed and knelt forward placing her hands on his hood and helped him to pull it off. Ginny breathed deeply as did the man, the black velvet hood now in her hands she looked upon his face. Dropping the hood down her hands found his, strong and warm. Lifting her hands up to his face he placed them on his cheeks and Ginny gently stroked them her heart thumping in her chest from the adrenalin pumping about her. Again she felt the heat hit her body and take a hold of her again and she was no longer acting of her own will but something stronger. Then his lips were coming towards her and this man was kissing her rather passionately. Drawing back he studied her face and she in turn studied his. He had deep emerald eyes that burned with a fiery intensity that she had never seen before and stood out strongly against his fair skin. His bright blonde hair was slicked back against his head but already a few stray stands were forward in his face. His jaw line was very strong and defined his perfect face beautifully. Ginny thought it was like being in the presence of an angel his beauty hurt her eyes in a way no man ever had. Pushing Ginny backwards onto the bed he lay on top of her for a long moment neither of them speaking or moving, simply savouring the sensation of their closeness. Moving a few of her red curls from her face he broke their silence with his melodic voice "My sweet Virginia, you're my muse and I want to be yours but you have to love me, purely and truly" Ginny blinked wondering how he knew her name then became more concerned by the fact he wanted her to love him. "Who are you ..?" Ginny quizzed. "Simply someone who loves you Virginia, someone who wants to see you get all your dreams, someone who knows your worth so much more, I have watched you, ever since you went to work for Devine." Ginny shifted under his weight not finding it rather soothing at the same time trapping. "Let me love you Virginia, Harry is going to betray you, he doesn't deserve you my little angel". Ginny gasped trying to sit up thinking suddenly of Harry and how much she loved him "Harry loves me, he would never!" the man placed his finger to Ginny's lips silencing her. "Ah but my love he already has and will again, do you wish to see his infidelity?" not waiting for an answer the man waved his hand at the mirror on the wall nearest and it began flashing and projecting an image of Harry and Hermione. The mirror showed Harry and Hermione just after Hermione and Ron's wedding still in their wedding robes, walking together towards the a door. Once they went through the door Ginny recognised it as the enclosed garden near the castle where Ron and Hermione had been married. The images on the mirror were suddenly thrown forward into the room to play out like holograms of her two dear friends. Immediately Harry and Hermione were entangled in each others arms with a kind of mad desperation that seemed to consume them both. Still dressed they were both on the ground having brutal and passionate sex that Ginny and Harry had never shared, theirs had always been tender. Ginny couldn't turn away from the sight of her beloved Harry taking her sister in-law. A sick nauseous feeling cramped up her stomach as she watched Harry and Hermione finish their little act with triumphant and animalist grunts. The man looked at Ginny with tears in his emerald eyes, Ginny knew he felt her pain and Ginny knew he hated showing her that "My love I could kill Harry for doing that to you. I love you and you didn't deserve that". Dropping his blonde hair onto her chest he began sobbing "Please forgive me for showing you that, I should have protected you from that.". Petting his head Ginny lifted his face up with her hands and kissed him gently, feeling herself overwhelmed by his fierce love and adoration for her. Kissing back the man pushed Ginny's head back into the bedding his hands running up her ribs to under her armpits. Ginny paused kissing him causing him to pull back "What's your name?". The man smiled broadly and with a glimmer in his eye replied "I am Eric" closing his eyes he continued to kiss Ginny in a loving manner. There was no time constraints on them he thought so why not take things slowly. As Eric pulled Ginny under the covers of the bed the curtains of their own accord again closed sealing them away from the outside world and the candles as if on queue dimmed out.
Back in the dressing room Devine had found her most attractive dress and was looking stunning her blonde hair pinned up in elegant curls her face made up perfectly. Knowing that Ginny could easily spoil things between her and Harry she walked over to the door that Ginny had gone through and locked it. Heading back over to her bed she sat herself down spreading her legs provocatively and gazed at the door willing Harry to come through it. Surely enough Harry burst through the door his wand still raised his face flushed from excitement the look of shock on his face when he saw Devine was priceless. He looked as if he was about to have a nose bleed from excitement. Restraining himself and gathering composure Harry spoke shakily "Um Miss Devine, where is Miss Weasley?". Slightly irked that he had asked about Ginny first Devine turned on all her veela charms and got up walking over to Harry her hips swaying to their own little tune. Wrapping her arms about his neck Devine pressed her cheeks to Harry's moaning loudly "OH Harry ! your such a hero, I was so scared!". Harry blushed furiously and began squirming backwards to get out of her vice like grip, she was so strong for someone so skinny. "Huh not really, so um where did you say Ginny was?" He successfully managed to shake Devine off this time and darted around behind a chair to keep some distance between them. Devine not deterred got up and then placed her hands on her hips going forward "Harry what's the matter, don't you like half veela?" . "Um no they are great its just I am worried about Ginny". At this Devine the diva lost her temper and lunged forward at Harry "What is so amazing about Ginny!?" Harry dropped and rolled seeing the mad woman come leaping at him . Devine soared over Harry and into the next wall with a thunderous crash. Turning Harry apologised and decided to check the room next door since Ginny had said that was where she worked a lot since it was vacant. Trying the door he found it locked and cursed then looking at the unconscious diva he assumed she had locked it. Pulling out his trusty wand Harry pointed it at the lock "Alohamora". The door swung open and Harry went in but Ginny wasn't there but her bag was there on the floor. Knowing something must be up Harry looked around the room but it seemed very ordinary and there was nothing wayward about it. Harry went back to Devine worried and picked her up shaking her awake "Devine where is Ginny she wasn't in that room!?". Devine's eye focused she spoke incoherently "Oh I locked her in there she should be there , little meddler". Harry dropped Devine back to the floor with a clunk and went back to the room and searched it inch by inch but there was nothing. Harry looked boggled and slowly backed out the room wondering where the hell Ginny was.
Ginny Weasley was three years out of her Hogwarts days and she was the only Weasley who hadn't entered the buzzing world of the ministry of magic, much to her mothers distress. Ginny had decided she wanted to be in the lime light but unfortunately Ginny lacked the talent to be famous and was resigned to being a meagre personal assistant to the half veela soprano and international sensation "Divine". Divine was the biggest musical sensation to ever hit the wizarding world and with her floor length gold hair and entrancing charms there was only a tiny minority of blind deaf and dumb witches who didn't adore her. Ginny knew she was non-existent beside Divine in everyone's eyes all except that is in Harry Potters. Harry had been an overnight success story, leaving school and joining the England quiditch team and aiding them in securing top place in the world cup all within a few short years. He also had the biggest crush ever on the quietest little Weasley, she was the only one who had remained genuine with him after his already humungous fame sky rocketed even further with his quiditch success. Ron didn't like Harry liking Ginny one little bit, it was his little sister after all. Ron had become an auror with the ministry he was partnered with his wife Hermione. Together they were the most feared aurors in the whole of the wizarding world. On the day we start our story Divine was playing one of her largest ever concerts to date, the world cup stadium was being used to house the diva's performance. It was exactly ten minutes before show time and Ginny was running about frantically making the very last adjustments to everything to ensure that Devine would be in the mood to sing. It wouldn't be the first time Devine had walked out on a national event, she was a rather temperamental starlet. Devine could be put off by anything, a person chewing too loudly, someone over a mile away coughing without covering their mouth. But she could become especially cross if her room was not made up to her exact specifications. The room had to be pink and she had to have a fridge full of strawberry ice cream, she had to have at least a hundred roses and she simply had to have enough space for all her sixty cases and her large entourage of stylists and PR agents. Ginny's current mission involved searching out the little bird who was twittering in the tree near Devine's room disturbing her karma and silence it. Standing at the base of the tree Ginny gazed up at the trees massive height wondering if she should just shoot a flare up and scare the bird away but she had been put under strict orders to not harm the bird or use magic. Devine was often weird, she derived great pleasure from watching her servants toil like muggles. Ginny began shimming up the tree side her bare legs already becoming red with scratches, feeling her weak arms crippling under her own weight. Finally Ginny made it to the top of the tree only for the small bird to flutter away with fright at seeing her. Unfortunately for Ginny the bird in question had been eating a very dodgy cluster of seeds and was feeling unwell because the bird released its ailing bowels onto Ginny's head as it flew away. Soiled and unhappy Ginny slid down the bark of the tree tearing the tender flesh of her legs as she went. Once back on earth Ginny closed her eyes and apparated with a pop back to Devine's changing room. It was pandemonium, Devine was busy hurling dollops of caviar at the mirror because she felt it was lying to her and making her look fatter than she actually was. Ginny ran over to the maddened half veela and raised her hands up in defensive stance "I just read in witches weekly fashion that you were voted the most beautiful creature on this planet.". Devine looked at Ginny her eyes blazing furiously before she registered what she had said, then looking as angelic as a cherub Devine broke into a smile "really? See I knew the mirror was lying!". "Devine sweetie its nearly show time, are you ready?" Ginny breathed relieved at the averted disaster. "Well, yes I suppose, so who famous is going to be there other than me!?" Devine resumed her sulky demeanour. "Well of course all the ministry officials, the world cup winners will be there and I also heard that some of the best witches will be there". Ginny racked her brains she had forgotten to check the guest list and knew that if Devine was not satisfied by the names she would probably not perform. "Will that gorgeous one be there?" Devine's face was pretty once again as she smiled to herself "You know the one I mean, you went to school with him". Ginny perked a brow becoming quite uneasy as she began rearranging the roses "You mean Harry Potter?". "Yeah, I think he should be my next lover, he is so handsome and as famous as me". Ginny restrained a glare at Devine wishing she would keep her paws off her love, sighing Ginny thought how Harry would drop her for Devine in a heart beat. Ginny mumbled something incoherent her face blushing deep red, how could Devine be mooching her man. Devine then sent an exhausted and still sore Ginny on a mission to find Harry and lure him in for her, Devine noted it would be hard for Ginny to lure a man but she was to give it her best shot. Ginny tottered off and found a seat in the wings of the stage that was erected to hold the Diva. Sitting she began playing with her fingers counting them feeling quite jealous of Devine and her awesome talents. Suddenly something odd happened and Ginny found herself drifting off into a sleep in her seat unable to keep her lids parted any further. Ginny dreamed a man in his mid twenties standing over her , leaning down to kiss her, his dark hair masking his face fully. Ginny awoke abruptly during the midway point of Devine's concert, very much alone. Ginny gasped slightly her cheek still warm from where his lips had rested so lightly. Devine was stood centre stage wearing a dress of silver making her seem only more heavenly, her arms out spread Devine threw her voice to the heavens much to the pleasure of the massive audience who cheered her. Ginny rubbed her head wondering what just caused her to fall asleep like that. Ginny let out a small yelp as she felt arms slide about her chest pulling her back against a solid frame. Ginny turned and smiled warmly "Hi Harry" their lips met briefly, "I missed you where have you been all day?". Harry pulled Ginny round so that they were facing properly, bending down Harry picked Ginny up off her feet and swung her to the left before lowering her down for another kiss. As their lips parted Harry responded "Oh I was busy you know, official Harry business!". Harry tilted his head to the side masses of his dark hair hiding his eyes from hers. Ginny loved how Harry was now, ever since Harry had left Hogwarts and people stopped attacking him and trying to raise the dark lord Harry seemed a lot happier and much more care free. "Oh Harry business I see, well must be top secret I won't pry any further, well I am on an official Ginny mission, keep her royal highness over there happy till clocking off time" Harry began pouting like a surly five year old who has just been told he is not getting a cookie.
"Oh her, your other boyfriend!" "I am sure she would much rather have you as her boyfriend Mr Potter!" Ginny's hands roamed playfully through Harry's dark hair curling and unfurling it about her fingers. "Huh well you tell her I don't like other guys so she is out of luck" at this Harry kissed Ginny again this time his tongue managed to navigate its way past Ginny's protective lips to her mouth. Ginny began to sag in Harry's arms like a limp doll her muscles releasing the heavy tension they had been carrying all day. But just as Ginny was really starting to appreciate the kiss the music on stage went dead and screams began erupting from the crowd. Harry wheeled around pulling his wand out and ran forward onto the stage closely followed by Ginny who ran to an almost hysterical Devine. The source of the screams from was the terrified witches and wizards being hit and knocked out by the falling lighting equipment Harry acting more quickly than any other wizard lifted his wand and shouted "Winggardium leviosa!" and thrust his wand forward causing the lighting equipment to become static in the air and unmoving. Guiding the wailing Devine off the stage Ginny patted Devine's back saying "Its ok Harry is taking care of it" in mid wail Devine stopped sniffing and asked "Harry Potter?". "Yes" Ginny answered rather cautiously. "Oh how fabulous Harry my hero, do get him to come see me in my room!" Devine seemed to cheer up considerably at this point. Ginny's features darkened knowing that Devine was probably planning to seduce Harry and that even despite how many times Harry had professed to her that Devine was practically a man he would be immersed by Devine's beauty and fall for her.
Once they reached the changing room Devine began running around madly looking for her silver halter neck hurling her other expensive dresses around like rags in her mad scramble. Ginny went into the next room to give Devine some privacy, sitting down comfortably into the chaise long Ginny pulled out a nail file and began trying to touch up her un-manicured nails. The room she was the adjoining Devine's room and was meant for the understudy, but since Devine had never missed a performance and since nobody had the skill to understudy her, the room remained empty. The room was decorated in warm gold colours with lacy trimmings all over. The wall furthest away from Ginny had a mirror along the full length of it, obviously to cater to any stars vanity. Ginny looked at the mirror breathing heavily, the reflection looking back at her upset her a lot, unglamorous little shorts showing off short legs and a quiditch top of Harry's three sizes too big, her hair falling loosely in masses of curls, which she had been too tired this morning to get rid of. Then as if someone was enchanting the mirror it began to change and move, its glassy face rippling and ballooning out of the wall. Ginny sat up on the sofa her hands rising up protectively, wishing she had picked up her wand as the mirror moved towards her threatening to engulf her. But as the mirror seemed to be able to reach no further it retracted sharply back into the wall and beyond leaving a tunnel through the mirror. Ginny got up and gingerly walked over to the tunnel wishing she wasn't so damn curious, then without warning a bright light shot out of the tunnel hitting Ginny full in the face and knocking her back off her feet. Instead of meeting the cold hard floor Ginny met the strong arms and a voice gentler than any angels yet somehow retaining a masculine tone. It was as if Ginny was floating on the clouds wind rushing through her hair and lifting her up to a higher plain of existence. The words he had spoken had transported her away, not sure if she was under a spell Ginny simply didn't care, she felt wonderful. She was back on her feet but every step was light and made her feel free, she was walking down the tunnel led by her companion with the heavenly voice whose hand held her so tightly she was sure nobody could get her from him. The man before her was cloaked and hooded, she could not make out any of his features but she knew he was strong, she could feel it pulsing off him. Suddenly the man had stopped and he was facing her but again his face was still hidden, wrapping his arm about her waist he pulled Ginny close whispering again in her ear "Come with me.". Ginny nodded overwhelmed with an urge to please this man anyway possible and to do whatever he said, then the arm tightened and the man's other arm scooped up Ginny's legs and carried her onward. Ginny lay warm and safe in his embrace her head cradled on his shoulder her fingers buried deep into the soft black cloth of his robe. Ginny broke her gaze from his dark face to look at the bright light emitting from the end of the tunnel and Ginny had a strange sense this was almost like a rebirth for her. Stepping through into the light was refreshing but as Ginny's eyes became adjusted to the light she could see where they where. The room was a cavern built out from glittering rock and the whole hall was lit with glowing floating candles like they had at Hogwarts. There was a huge organ that took up one whole side of the vast wall and Ginny boggled at how any human could play it. There was also another room Ginny could see in the distance, she assumed this must be his bedroom. There were various instruments about the room and one in particular that Ginny thought was stunning. A huge golden harp glittered and twinkled in the light, there were cherubs and angels lining the top of the harp and all the way down the backboard. The strings seemed to be made of silver and gold that glimmered with jewels. The man seeming to see what Ginny's eyes where gazing at snapped his fingers and the harp sprung into life the angels coming alive to sing an accompaniment more lovely than anything Ginny had ever heard. The man carried Ginny through the cavern before placing her down by the organ, looking her up and down the hooded figure seemed to think that her attire was hardly appropriate in the presence of such loveliness. Waving his hands in front of him Ginny felt a rush of air pass over her and found a pearl white silk gown slipping over her, her other clothes gone from her body. The neck of the dress dipped down low at the bust then high over her shoulders and down the back in a long flowing layers of silk. Ginny blinked a few minutes surprised and shocked that he had not used a wand, he would have to be a very powerful wizard not to need the aid of a wand for casting spells. Opening his arms wide again the man pushed his cloak back like tail coats and sat down at the organ, holding his hands over the organ suddenly the keys furthest away sprang into life and the organ began making a melodic and powerful tune all before his hands touched the board. Placing his left hand down on the organ he began playing madly his hand flying over the keys possessed. Lifting his other hand up he pointed it at the other instruments and without warning the massive cellos, flutes, violins, percussions and pianos erupted in song accompanying him beautifully. Ginny stepped back awed by the beauty of the orchestral composition. Standing there it was like having every perfect note flow through her and hit her soul hard. Without warning her music maker turned and held his right hand up his gloved palm facing her , suddenly a wave of warmth hit her whole body. Almost like dye filtering through water colouring her and changing her completely she could feel the heat affecting her. It took a hold of her at the base of her diaphragm and led her forward so she was standing close to the man, then not of her own accord Ginny's lips parted and a strange voice came from her, not quite her own. The voice came from a place deep within Ginny's soul she never even knew existed, the voice was soft like seraphim and louder and with more resonance than any divas. The man moved his fingers manipulating her voice as he pleased making her go higher and higher in pitch, performing astounding scales of pitch to show how brilliant he could make her. Ginny began feeling dizzy from lack of oxygen and could feel her wind pipe stretching to accommodate her rather painfully. Raising all his fingers Ginny found herself throwing herself forward with effort to hit a painful E sharp and hold it for as long as humanly possible. Closing his hand he released the magical grip he had on her. Ginny fell forward from the strain and straight into his soothing arms which picked her up like she were a feather. Waving a dismissive hand towards the instruments they all fell silent, all apart from the piano and harp which played a slow romantic tune mostly made up of long rolling cords. Walking swiftly into the next room the man stopped a moment and lifted a hand waving it in front of him the room became dimly lit by the large candelabras around the perimeter of the room. Ginny's eyes opened to look at the room, she caught her breath sharply , the room was amazingly beautiful. There was a large oval shaped bed in the centre of the room draped in silk and organza curtains falling from the high ceiling in bright and hot shades of red. To the left of the bed was a massive fireplace that could easily have at least twenty people stand in it un-cramped and the fire was blazing a furious inferno. The other side of the bed there was a glass table set with silverware and two silver seats. Just beyond the bed was a large raised bathtub off the floor with a pearl basin and golden legs. It seemed extremely deep and had little marble steps leading up to it, large silver ornate dolphins rose from the bath on either side obviously taps. The man looked down at Ginny his face still hidden by the darkness but she could tell he wasn't smiling, she knew he was looking at her with desire. Feeling quite exposed by the pearl white dress Ginny rested a protective hand over her bosom, a little fear creeping into her heart at this elusive man. Seeming to understand he carried Ginny over to the bed the curtains pulling back of their own accord and the red satin spread pulling back invitingly. Laying Ginny onto the bed the man pulled back and lifted his hands up to the neck of his cloak and unfastened it, dropping it to the ground. He stood before her wearing a black suit tailored to his body to show his muscular physic. Lifting his hand up to his hood he stopped momentarily and spoke to Ginny "are you sure you want to see this, once we start this we have to play it through". Ginny entranced again by him raised herself up on the bed and knelt forward placing her hands on his hood and helped him to pull it off. Ginny breathed deeply as did the man, the black velvet hood now in her hands she looked upon his face. Dropping the hood down her hands found his, strong and warm. Lifting her hands up to his face he placed them on his cheeks and Ginny gently stroked them her heart thumping in her chest from the adrenalin pumping about her. Again she felt the heat hit her body and take a hold of her again and she was no longer acting of her own will but something stronger. Then his lips were coming towards her and this man was kissing her rather passionately. Drawing back he studied her face and she in turn studied his. He had deep emerald eyes that burned with a fiery intensity that she had never seen before and stood out strongly against his fair skin. His bright blonde hair was slicked back against his head but already a few stray stands were forward in his face. His jaw line was very strong and defined his perfect face beautifully. Ginny thought it was like being in the presence of an angel his beauty hurt her eyes in a way no man ever had. Pushing Ginny backwards onto the bed he lay on top of her for a long moment neither of them speaking or moving, simply savouring the sensation of their closeness. Moving a few of her red curls from her face he broke their silence with his melodic voice "My sweet Virginia, you're my muse and I want to be yours but you have to love me, purely and truly" Ginny blinked wondering how he knew her name then became more concerned by the fact he wanted her to love him. "Who are you ..?" Ginny quizzed. "Simply someone who loves you Virginia, someone who wants to see you get all your dreams, someone who knows your worth so much more, I have watched you, ever since you went to work for Devine." Ginny shifted under his weight not finding it rather soothing at the same time trapping. "Let me love you Virginia, Harry is going to betray you, he doesn't deserve you my little angel". Ginny gasped trying to sit up thinking suddenly of Harry and how much she loved him "Harry loves me, he would never!" the man placed his finger to Ginny's lips silencing her. "Ah but my love he already has and will again, do you wish to see his infidelity?" not waiting for an answer the man waved his hand at the mirror on the wall nearest and it began flashing and projecting an image of Harry and Hermione. The mirror showed Harry and Hermione just after Hermione and Ron's wedding still in their wedding robes, walking together towards the a door. Once they went through the door Ginny recognised it as the enclosed garden near the castle where Ron and Hermione had been married. The images on the mirror were suddenly thrown forward into the room to play out like holograms of her two dear friends. Immediately Harry and Hermione were entangled in each others arms with a kind of mad desperation that seemed to consume them both. Still dressed they were both on the ground having brutal and passionate sex that Ginny and Harry had never shared, theirs had always been tender. Ginny couldn't turn away from the sight of her beloved Harry taking her sister in-law. A sick nauseous feeling cramped up her stomach as she watched Harry and Hermione finish their little act with triumphant and animalist grunts. The man looked at Ginny with tears in his emerald eyes, Ginny knew he felt her pain and Ginny knew he hated showing her that "My love I could kill Harry for doing that to you. I love you and you didn't deserve that". Dropping his blonde hair onto her chest he began sobbing "Please forgive me for showing you that, I should have protected you from that.". Petting his head Ginny lifted his face up with her hands and kissed him gently, feeling herself overwhelmed by his fierce love and adoration for her. Kissing back the man pushed Ginny's head back into the bedding his hands running up her ribs to under her armpits. Ginny paused kissing him causing him to pull back "What's your name?". The man smiled broadly and with a glimmer in his eye replied "I am Eric" closing his eyes he continued to kiss Ginny in a loving manner. There was no time constraints on them he thought so why not take things slowly. As Eric pulled Ginny under the covers of the bed the curtains of their own accord again closed sealing them away from the outside world and the candles as if on queue dimmed out.
Back in the dressing room Devine had found her most attractive dress and was looking stunning her blonde hair pinned up in elegant curls her face made up perfectly. Knowing that Ginny could easily spoil things between her and Harry she walked over to the door that Ginny had gone through and locked it. Heading back over to her bed she sat herself down spreading her legs provocatively and gazed at the door willing Harry to come through it. Surely enough Harry burst through the door his wand still raised his face flushed from excitement the look of shock on his face when he saw Devine was priceless. He looked as if he was about to have a nose bleed from excitement. Restraining himself and gathering composure Harry spoke shakily "Um Miss Devine, where is Miss Weasley?". Slightly irked that he had asked about Ginny first Devine turned on all her veela charms and got up walking over to Harry her hips swaying to their own little tune. Wrapping her arms about his neck Devine pressed her cheeks to Harry's moaning loudly "OH Harry ! your such a hero, I was so scared!". Harry blushed furiously and began squirming backwards to get out of her vice like grip, she was so strong for someone so skinny. "Huh not really, so um where did you say Ginny was?" He successfully managed to shake Devine off this time and darted around behind a chair to keep some distance between them. Devine not deterred got up and then placed her hands on her hips going forward "Harry what's the matter, don't you like half veela?" . "Um no they are great its just I am worried about Ginny". At this Devine the diva lost her temper and lunged forward at Harry "What is so amazing about Ginny!?" Harry dropped and rolled seeing the mad woman come leaping at him . Devine soared over Harry and into the next wall with a thunderous crash. Turning Harry apologised and decided to check the room next door since Ginny had said that was where she worked a lot since it was vacant. Trying the door he found it locked and cursed then looking at the unconscious diva he assumed she had locked it. Pulling out his trusty wand Harry pointed it at the lock "Alohamora". The door swung open and Harry went in but Ginny wasn't there but her bag was there on the floor. Knowing something must be up Harry looked around the room but it seemed very ordinary and there was nothing wayward about it. Harry went back to Devine worried and picked her up shaking her awake "Devine where is Ginny she wasn't in that room!?". Devine's eye focused she spoke incoherently "Oh I locked her in there she should be there , little meddler". Harry dropped Devine back to the floor with a clunk and went back to the room and searched it inch by inch but there was nothing. Harry looked boggled and slowly backed out the room wondering where the hell Ginny was.
