Distraction
Disclaimer: J.K. Rowling owns settings and characters. I own the plot, and my own typed/written words.
Summary: Ginny and Hermione find ways to test their boyfriend's attention...G/D, H/HR.
Category: AU, Romance, Humor.
Rating: PG-13/PG-15
Shippings: G/D and H/HR.
A/N: Thanks to Anya, for her lovely fic, "Naked Qudditch Game" (or something to that factor - everyone loves you, Anya!)
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Ginny's stomach did a turn as they walked as quietly as possible. And then it happened: her heart leaped in terror. The usual chatter of the miniscule television was gone. There was only silence. She could feel Hermione's piercing stare at her side, but she didn't stop moving. She walked inside the room, feeling a slight breeze around her bare body, and heard a gasp from Hermione beside her.
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"So," drawled Draco, who was naked except for rubber boots at his feet, in a pose of complete composure, his legs apart. In a satisfied tone "How do you like it?"
"Yeah?" challenged Harry beside him, who was wearing the same attire, except an open raincoat and rubber boots the color of yellow.
Hermione felt a burning her throat; she could only relish the feeling of unbelievable pain in her ribs.
To restrain from laughter.
"WHAT THE FUCK!?" Ginny and Harry both shrieked at the same time.
Harry's face turned ashen and he began to choke. He had just realized that the girls were naked as well. Draco felt the impulse to pass out, but sustained himself.
By just toppling over.
"Draco!" Ginny shrieked in worry, caught in mid-laugh as one of the boots Draco was wearing hit Harry squarely in the face, causing him to yell out.
Draco was facedown on the floor, nude and struggling to rise. This was not possible, as his face was squished upon the hard surface of the tiles. "I am okay, I am okay."
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"Well...that didn't go too well," Hermione mumbled, buttoning her bathrobe.
"You think?" Ginny retorted snappishly. "Honestly! This was the worst idea we- actually, YOU ever had!"
Hermione shrugged her shoulders carelessly, turning bright red. "Yeah, sorry about that."
"On the bright side," the redhead quipped. "I got to compare sizes."
Hermione looked as if she was about to give her a serious lecture on this sense of immaturity, then settled for a twitch of her lips. "Ah yes."
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"Harry?" Hermione cooed softly. Harry turned away, burying his face on the right side of the armchair, his ears burning auburn. He was trying to cover the mark on his forehead - in memory of Malfoy's rubber boot.
"Hi," he murmured.
"What's wrong?" she asked, biting her lip vigorously from laughing. He was still dressed in the yellow raincoat, which obviously had been from his childhood, as it only went past his knees. And those rubber boots! Bluntly speaking, he looked like a ten year old on a rainy day.
"It wasn't my idea!" Harry suddenly protested. "It was Malfoy's fault!"
"Mmmmhmmm," Hermione said vaguely, frowning at him. Fully clothed now, she walked toward him, and eased herself into his lap, sighing softly, her head settling into his chest, into the warmth that it produced.
"I know what'll make you feel better," she said in a coy voice, turning her face toward his.
"Really?" his eyes lit up hopefully.
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"Oh, poor baby," Ginny said, shaking her head as she massaged his shoulders, running her hands through the nape of his neck.
"I am so injured," Draco commented overdramatically in a small voice, a smirk filling his lips.
"Too injured? Are you hurting everywhere?"
"Well...maybe not everywhere," he responded, grinning.
Ginny's hands vanished from his shoulders as she lifted herself off the bed, coming toward him, her eyes pondering his toned body until the tips of his rubber boots.
"You look fine...but maybe we should check...a bit more?" she suggested timidly.
"That's a good idea..." he wrapped her arms around her waist, pulling her against him, then tried to pull his boots off by shaking his feet.
"Oh, no, no," Ginny whispered, her hands placed on his cheekbones, his bare reaction pressing against her abdomen, and proceeded toward a silky, husky voice. "Keep the boots on."
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"What are they doing?" Hermione peered over Ginny's shoulder from the doorway, scowling.
"After five years, you'd think they'd quit," Ginny remarked, watching the two boys, who were now wrestling on the couch, in their aim for their old, battered, miniscule screen that showed the television screen. "I bet if we walked past them..." she trailed off, her heart skipping merrily at the familiar sentence.
"Hey, are you thinking what I am thinking?" Hermione asked, grinning at her friend.
Ginny gave into her best friend's gaze, a grin pouring into her lips.
Some things never change.
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The End
Finished August 28th, 2003
2:07 P.M.
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EEEEE! K! Finished! All done! Rubber boots, silly nakedness, wrestling, weirdness, some lovely foreplay galore, and crazy weird epilogue-y ending!! DONE! DONE! Thanks for all the reviews, I really had fun writing this...actually, that's a massive understatement - I LOVED writing this.
Too bad it's finished *frown*
:) Of course there may be a companion piece...
you know what to do.
Review + Cookie = Love.
;)
-S.A.