A One Time General Disclaimer – As obvious to anyone not living under a rock I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters associated with the brilliant magical works of JK Rowling. The Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor is borrowed with no intention of harm or misuse from the Wheel of Time series by Robert Jordan.
Rated R for mild sexual content, cursing, violence, and suggestive fem/fem flirting. (Non-Slash) And to generally be on the safe side of things. If you're not over 17, you shouldn't be reading this story.
This story was written purely for entertainment purposes only. No money was made, no fame gained and no maid hired to do my household chores. The story was began before the release of OotP and before the announcement at Rowling's site that Ginny's birth date is August 11th and is basically an AU, as most fan fictions are.
I accept constructive criticism. Read my profile for the proper definition of the word Euphemism if you are unfamiliar with the term or its use.
I hope you enjoy, Happy Reading.
Enter Harry –
It was the summer of the trio's final year, and secretly, Ginny's last hope Harry might finally see her as more than a friend. True, she had given up at the end of her third year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry to try to catch his eye. After the Tri Wizard Tournament, she knew what Harry needed most was a friend. She had been that, along with Ron and Hermione. She had gone so far as to date other guys, which was short lived. Inevitably something would happen to end the relationship quickly.
Going into her sixth year of school, Ginny had changed much since the fateful events of her first year when Harry saved her life, and stole her heart. Years of being only Harry's friend became difficult. Sweet Ginny was growing, and wasn't so sweet anymore. The 'Weasley temper' was infamous, and out of all her siblings, six brothers, hers was the white-hot flame that her family had learned early on not to push. Yet for some reason they enjoyed attempting to push her to that limit. Today appeared to be one of those days.
She groaned as a constant banging pulled her out of her sweet slumber. Rolling over and glancing at the alarm clock with half closed golden hazel eyes she noticed the clock arms pointed 9:18 in the morning. She let out a string of curses that would make a sailor blush as she climbed out of her bed to see who dared hammer on her door at such an ungodly hour. It was, after all, still summer holiday. Stumbling across the floor she began to stretch.
"Would you stop pounding on my bloody door!" Ginny yelled as she made her way across the room.
"Gin are you up yet?" she heard one of her brothers call from behind it.
"Hurry up will you?" a matching voice shouted.
She pulled her door open with a severe scowl on her face. "What do you want?" she demanded. Ginny looked up to see Fred and George standing in the hall with mischievous grins on their identical faces. "Well?" she said feeling her ire rise. It wasn't unlike the boys to take turns pulling her out of her blissful sleep simply for, "Shits and giggles," as they put it.
"Oh, just wanted to see if our favorite sister is up," George said.
"And we wanted to give you this," Fred said, grabbing her by the head and blowing a large raspberry on her cheek. Pushing her back into the room George began to poke at her sides.
"Gerroff Fred!" said Ginny through squished cheeks.
"What was that, runt?" asked George, poking her in the side again causing her to jerk back.
"Mummff," Ginny said as Fred blew another noisy raspberry against her face. Ginny tried not to laugh as George hit a particularly sensitive spot on her ribs. Twisting violently Ginny was able to free herself from her brothers clutches. Stumbling backwards, she landed back down with a mild thump onto her rumpled bed.
"George! Fred! STOP!" She said warningly, baring her teeth as she fought to maintain her anger and not laugh. The two slowly advanced on her.
"Now why would we want to do that?" asked Fred, grabbing at Ginny's ankle as she kicked.
"Especially when you turn such a lovely shade of red when you're angry," said George, poking her side again as Ginny swatted his hand away. She should have known better than open the door to those two. They continued to poke and tickle her mercilessly, each taking turns to try and catch her off guard. Ginny's anger soon subsided into laughter as she did battle with her older brothers.
" Stop!" she yelled, rolling further onto her bed in an attempt to get away from them. "Truce! Peace! Mercy!" she cried, snatching up a pillow to use as a weapon.
"Think she's had enough George?" Fred said, poking Ginny on the hip.
"Yes!" Ginny screamed.
"Oh, I suppose," George replied, poking under her arm. They pulled back and she struggled to get up panting for breath.
"That is it!" she yelled, "Get out of my room!" She threw pillows at the boys as they jumped back and quickly retreated to the door.
"You're wanted downstairs by the way," George said, ducking as a pillow came at his head. They stopped outside the door frame and turned to look at her.
"Damn Gin, aren't you perky in the morning." Fred chuckled. The two boys gave an evil grin to each other and turned back to Ginny still sitting on her bed. "You may want to hurry," Fred said over his shoulder. With that, they took off.
"What was that about? Those two!" she growled, as she climbed back out of the bed.
Walking over to grab an elastic band to pull her hair up, she noticed her reflection in her full-sized mirror. She turned to the side and glanced at her profile while she finished a haphazard knot on the top of her head. Several long tendrils of her light auburn hair were hanging down her smooth, milky white neck. Her figure had really developed in recent months, not that anyone could ever notice in those frumpy school robes. She took notice of her slender raised arms with a light dusting of freckles down them. Her breasts were ample, full and pert, as very well apparent by the soft yellow tank top. Appraising her figure, she was happy she had taken up exercising. The results had given her a nicely curved waist and smooth stomach. Her matching pajama bottoms showed off shapely hips and legs. 'If only Harry could see me like this perhaps he'd take more notice,' she thought and then instantly scolded herself for making him sound so shallow. Dropping her hand from her hair, Ginny turned to make her way downstairs. She figured her mom wanted to talk to her about their upcoming trip to Diagon Alley to make purchases for her sixth year.
As Ginny descended the stairs leading to the kitchen, she heard the voices of some of her family around the table. Ginny glanced down, watching for the trick stairs that always caused her to trip if she were not careful.
"Mum was there something you needed?" Ginny began, but slowly trailed off as she looked up. To her surprise, the breakfast table was fuller than normal that morning. The chatter stopped as everyone turned to look at her. George and Fred were snickering in to their cereal, attempting to keep their faces straight. Hermione Granger looked up with a huge smile from her spot beside Harry. Ron sat on the other side of Hermione with his chin hanging open. Harry glanced up and gave a little start. Noting this, Ginny gathered her composure, barely pausing her decent of the stairs. Ginny smiled coyly. 'I'll be damned if I'm going to go running back upstairs like some squealing little school girl,' she thought to herself. "Good morning," said Ginny. She walked over to sit down on the only open spot of bench beside George, directly across from Harry. Ginny flashed a dirty look at the twins, that George caught out of the corner of his eye before bending his head to sip his drink.
Mrs. Weasley was cheerfully bustling around in the kitchen making breakfast. "Good morning Ginny. Did George and Fred pass along the message to you that Harry and Hermione were arriving this morning?"
Ginny turned her head to look at two guilty parties, "Yes Mum, they did."
Fred and George began coughing to cover up their laughter. Ron was apparently not as amused as his brothers. Looking at Ginny's attire, Ron's face slowly turned red. He opened his mouth to make a comment when Hermione kicked his shin under the table from where she sat between Ron and Harry. Ron turned to Hermione with a glare and rubbed his leg. Hermione shook her head with a grin and continued to finish her meal.
Breakfast went on in relative peace after the twins settled out of their coughing fits. Ginny took notice that Harry seemed pre-occupied with staring down at his muffin, much to her personal amusement. The silence was finally broken with George standing up. "Well I think we'll be off Mum, not too many more days before Hogsmeade's branch of Weasley's Wizard Wheezes will be ready for business. We still have a lot left to do before the grand opening," said George, raising his arms above his head in a stretch.
On choosing to retire early, Mr. Zonko decided to sell out his shop to Fred and George. Mr. Zonko had a soft spot for his two best customers and was happy to make a fair deal with the budding entrepreneurs. With Harry as their "anonymous" partner on their first endeavor of Diagon Alley. they had turned enough profit to make a nice down payment. The twins jumped up and kissed their Mother on either cheek in preparation of apparating.
"You have a good day, dears. Please try not to blow up the store before it opens," Molly Weasley said with pride in her eyes for her two, 3-OWLs-a-piece, sons.
Walking over to stand next to Ginny, Fred leaned down to speak close her ear, "Have a smashing day Ginnikins."
Ginny whirled around on the bench and took a swing at him. The twins chuckled looking highly amused as Fred jumped out of her reach. "My my, feisty today aren't we runt?" said George.
Ginny's eyes narrowed at she shot a death glare at her brothers. "Pay backs..." she grumbled under her breath. Fred and George smiled, quite pleased with themselves as they Apparated with a pop.
"Ginny," Molly said, stepping over to the kitchen counter. "Please remember to straighten up and dust the living room while I'm out running errands," said Mrs. Weasley, gathering her handbag. "I will be out all day; your father will be working late. I shall see everyone when I return," Molly concluded, giving one final glance around the room as she patted her pocket and pulled out her wand.
"'Bye Mum," Ron and Ginny replied in unison.
"Goodbye Mrs. Weasley," said Hermione and Harry with a wave.
"Goodbye dears," said Molly, apparating an instant later.
Ron turned to Hermione and Harry, "Ready to go?" The trio got up and began to head out the kitchen door. Hermione gave Ginny one last glance, about to say something when Ron gave her a gentle nudge on the back, "C'mon 'Mione, get moving." Hermione glanced up over her shoulder at Ron and pressed her lips together giving Ginny an apologetic look before walking out the door.
Sitting at the table Ginny rubbed her fingers over her forehead, massaging her temples. "Thanks ever so much for the invite guys, I'd love to come join you," she said with a note of sarcasm. After all of these years, it still stung at times that they would go off together, not bothering to include her in what they were doing. Pushing herself up from the table, Ginny gathered the remaining dishes and put them in the sink, where a scrub brush was already hard at work scouring a sudsy pan from breakfast. Turning away from the sink Ginny pulled her hair out of her piled knot and shook out the long tresses. "Might as well go straighten up now before I bother getting dressed," Ginny muttered to herself. Collecting the necessary items needed she made her way to the living room. 'Alone yet again, dear girl,' Ginny thought to herself as she started to clean.
Ginny began dusting the living room after turning on her recently acquired Muggle stereo, a present from Hermione. Everyone had either left for work or was out finding some form of entertainment. Heaving a sigh, Ginny began to straighten items on a side table. The radio announcer made mention of the upcoming weeks' weather and began a new song. She began to nod her head to the harder edged beat of the Muggle music, enjoying the slightly sexy undertone. Picking up a magazine from the couch, Ginny's hips began to sway as the music flowed over her, feeling as if it was seeping into her skin. Tossing the magazine onto the end table Ginny moved her shoulder slightly with the sway of her hips. Ignoring her chore at hand Ginny closed her eyes slowly moving her head to the rhythm of the music. Slowly bringing her arms up, she put one slim hand up by hear face, then trailing it down her neck, her hips keeping with the beat of the music. She draped the other arm atop her head with her wrist limp before dragging her fingers down the back of her head and neck. It felt to her as if the beat of the song was her pulse. Turning and swaying, Ginny trailed her fingers down her sides tilting her head back, her body rocking to the time of the music in the air as it pulsed through her body. Allowing herself to become oblivious to her surroundings, Ginny let everything fade from her conscious except for the music in the air and the feel of the beat of it within her. Turning, she continued her sultry dance, so completely absorbed, she did not hear the door open.
Harry stepped in to the house to retrieve his forgotten watch, when he heard music playing loudly from further within. Following the sound, he came upon a sight that caused him to stop dead in his tracks. There was Ginny Weasley dancing in a most seductive manner. He stood staring as her hips swayed to the beat of the music. Her eyes were closed as she gently turned her head from side to side. Her full lips were parted. Her light auburn hair fell over her shoulders as she moved. The rays from the living room windows cast a halo effect around her. Harry watched as her hands trailed down, moving slowly across her curves, one hand grazing lightly across her exposed flesh of her abdomen. Her body was rocking in time with the pounding beat. Just then, the door slammed and Ron came running up.
"Harry! Hurry up so we can get going."
Ginny jumped in surprise. Her eyes snapped open as she stopped dancing. Ginny spun around to find Harry standing at the doorway between the kitchen and the living room with her brother running up beside him. Ron, looking confused, glanced back between Harry and Ginny.
"Gin what is that racket?" Ron said walking over to shut off the radio. Ginny's cheeks burned as she returned to her dusting.
"Sorry Ron, I'll run up and get my watch," said Harry. With an unreadable expression, he turned and made his way back to the kitchen set of stairs.
Ginny frowned, watching Harry out the corner of her eye as he retreated. Ron gave Ginny a long curious glance before giving a shrug of his shoulders and heading towards the kitchen stairway.
Ginny closed her eyes bringing the heel of her hand to her forehead for a moment before she went to her work. 'How long was he standing there? God how much did he see? Don't be a stupid prat. You made a first rate ass out of yourself, I am sure Fred and George would be so bloody proud.'
After Ginny heard the slamming of the back door letting her know Ron and Harry had left, she continued to clean with a fevered pitch. She was embarrassed at the idea of being seen in such a vulnerable moment and even more frustrated because Ron had interrupted it. All the 'what ifs' going through her head were making her insane after all these years of waiting and hoping. Ginny tossed her dusting rag onto the kitchen counter with her work done and ran upstairs. She could not think, certainly not in this unpredictable house and she needed out. Once in her room, Ginny changed into a comfortable jogging outfit. Something else recently learned from her talks with Hermione about Muggles was about jogging. It quickly became a hobby Ginny came to enjoy. She found jogging gave her the personal space she needed and time to think, alone. Ginny pulled her hair up into a ponytail and made her way out the front door. After a few warm up stretches in front of the house, Ginny took off swiftly, pushing herself to run away from it all, the frustrations, the loneliness, everything. She just wanted, at that moment, to feel nothing but free.
Hermione sat on the grass as she flipped through the pages of her book. Above her, Harry and Ron practiced different Quidditch maneuvers on their broomsticks, each trying to best the other. This year they were working to gain the Quidditch cup with Ron: not only Keeper, but Team Captain as well. Harry turned his head in time to see a flash of light auburn hair and slender legs running from the house. He kept his eyes on her until she was gone from his line of vision. At that moment, something went flying by his head, nearly knocking him off balance.
"Oy! Harry, pay attention before you get your head knocked off!" Ron yelled with laughter. Ron had not noticed what Harry was watching.
Down on the ground though was a different story. Eyes as sharp as any hawk's; Hermione witnessed Harry's distraction, and turned to see the cause of it -- one redheaded Weasley female out for a run. With a knowing grin, Hermione went back to reading her book. She always knew of Ginny's deep affection for Harry and now it appeared that perhaps Harry was finally waking up to the fact that Ginny was more than just 'Ron's little sister.' Sadly, Hermione also knew that time was wearing thin. Ginny would not wait around forever for Harry to decide what he wanted and how he felt for her. Hermione only knew that if he didn't get his act together soon, he might lose his chance. Of course, she had always known that Harry cared for Ginny on a special level, especially after going through what they did in the Chamber of Secrets. They share a very special bond. Hermione had watched Ginny grow into a witty, intelligent, and beautiful woman. There were only a couple of days left before they would be entering the halls of Hogwarts again, where she was positive many other fellow Hogwarts males were to be sure to find Miss Ginny Weasley of much interest.
As for herself, Hermione knew that another redheaded Weasley, Ron, had stolen her heart. Now she had to decide how to get Ron to finally admit he felt the same about her. She knew the git had feelings for her, he was simply clueless on how to show her. She also knew that if she pushed the issue she very well might scare him away. Rolling her eyes she returned to her book. Hermione knew that something was bound to happen. She only hoped that it was soon, before it was too late.
