This is a flashback at the beginning, but I don't have Word. (I'll get Word
once I win that $200, but for now I'm stuck with Wordpad. At least it's
better than text files which I used to have to write in . . .) Anyways, I
wasn't going to put what happened that night with Harry and Ginny, but I've
had so many requests and I love Harry/Ginny fluff so much that I decided
why not? So, this goes out to all of you who asked for it.
(Everything in between ** and ** is a flashback to the night before.)
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**Ginny laughed giddily to herself as she tiptoed up the stairs. Ron had to be so involved with Hermione that he wasn't thinking straight. Who had been the one to tell Harry repeatedly, for no good reason, that she had a crush on him? And if he had been paying attention to anything but Hermione in the past few months then he would have seen that Harry was beginning to feel something back for her. Now that she knew what Harry felt, it seemed easier to read the signs from the past couple months.
Ginny opened Ron's bedroom door slowly and closed it behind her, leaning back on it and giving Harry a mischevious look. Harry sat up straight in his bed and locked eyes with her. Ginny walked seductively forward and Harry's eyes trailed down her body. When he met her eyes once more they were slightly glazed and his breathing was a bit heavier.
Ginny stopped when she reached him and climbed up on the bed, straddling his waist. She leaned into his ear and enjoyed the way he shivered when she wispered. "Tired?"
Harry shook his head ferociously, not trusting his voice to answer and not crack.
"Really?" Ginny rocked a little and Harry gasped. Ginny moved off of his body and yawned. "I'm beat. Better get some sleep."
Harry stared at her dazedly, looking very confused. He finally got the point when Ginny began to pull back the covers on Ron's bed. Harry jumped out of bed, put his arms around her waist and spun her around in a split second. Ginny instantly melted into his body as he kissed her fervantly, his hands frantically running over her body, finding places that made her shiver and gasp.
Harry walked backwards with her in his arms and fell onto the bed, keeping his hands on her waist so that she fell on top of him. Ginny didn't resist at all, but instead moved to straddle him again as he scooted to the middle of the bed.
Harry pulled away, panting. Ginny took the opportunity, sensing that he was about to tell her to stop, that things were getting out of control. She began running kisses down his throat, lower and lower as she used her hands to pull back his shirt so that she could kiss as far down as possible.
Harry groaned and flipped her over so that he could begin to do the same torture to her own throat. Every place his lips were on felt as if he were trailing fire that shocked her pleasurably and every place that he didn't touch longed and ached for that fire. Harry must have decided that he needed her again because he put his hands on either side of her head to support himself and leaned down to kiss her lips again, letting his body crush her into the bed.
Ginny gasped and dropped down as she felt something poking at the inside of her thigh. She pushed Harry off of her and sat up straight, feeling frightened and shaky. She wondered if he could get himself under control. She had heard enough conversations between her brothers to know that there was a point where guys just couldn't stop.
Harry shut his eyes tight, panting as hard as she was as he tried to get himself under control. When it finally looked as if he achieved this, he opened his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Ginny . . ."
"No, *I'm* sorry," Ginny said softly. "It's just . . . I'm not . . ."
"I know," Harry said quietly. "It was my fault though."
"It's just a natural reaction to what we were doing," Ginny said a bit soothingly. "It was just kind of scary."
"I know, I know," Harry said immediately. He sat up straight and put a comforting arm around her. "Look, why don't we go to sleep now?"
Ginny nodded quietly and smoothed her hair as if to make it manageable. "I'm sorry I led you on."
"You didn't," Harry reassured her.
Ginny nodded and climbed off of his bed to go back to Ron's. She stopped short as she noticed something shiny on Ron's nightstand. She realized what it was and picked it up to show Harry with an arched eyebrow.
Harry laughed. "Those were Fred and George's presents for Ron."
Ginny nodded in understanding. She looked at the books underneath and felt a blush rise up her neck. She pulled the first book aside quickly and read the next title with interest. She picked it up and flipped it open to the table of contents. "Do you mind if I read for a bit?" she asked Harry innocently.
Harry's eyes widened and he nodded slowly, stupidly. He cleared his throat. "I think learning these spells will be useful, don't you?"
Harry gulped and nodded, not knowing if he should say anything as he caught what she was so obviously implying. It confused him immensely as just a few minutes ago she had pushed him off in fear of what might have happened between them. Harry felt guilt at this thought. When he saw the look on Ginny's face it had made him want to hit himself for being so stupid. Ginny was only sixteen! And he had probably scared her off for good.
He heard a page flip and looked over at Ginny. A grin spread across his face as he looked at the way she was studying the page. Maybe he hadn't scared her completely off . . .**
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". . . and so, in conclusion, we would like to congratulate our brother, Hermione, and George or Georgia, depending," George said with a bow.
"I thought we agreed to name the baby Fred or Winifred?" Fred objected indignantly.
"Georgia is a *much* better name for a girl," George sniffed.
"Um, excuse me," Hermione said. "But neither of those names was exactly at the top of our list. Boy *or* girl."
George and Fred's eyes widened as if in shock and they shot Hermione a deeply wounded look each.
"I'm going to go get some more to drink for you, dears," Mrs. Weasley said. "You had butter beer, right, Ginny?"
"Yes," Ginny grumbled, slumping back in her chair.
Mrs. Weasley nodded in affirmation and asked Fred and George if they needed any more to drink. The minute she left Ginny placed her hand on Harry's thigh. Very high up on his thigh. Harry jumped and then blushed as everybody gave him a confused look.
Ginny grabbed Harry's drink, after distracting and confusing him, and gulped it down. She let out a deep breath as she clunked it back on the table. "I don't think I like alcohol," she said, coughing.
Hermione gave her a look and then took a sip of her water, making a point that the water didn't burn her throat.
"I'm gonna go tell Mum to get you some more to drink, Harry," Ginny said brightly. She stood up and got halfway to her mother before turning her head around and catching Harry watching her backside intently.
The bartender happened to be handing Mrs. Weasley Ginny's butter beer as the said sixteen-year-old walked up. Ginny took the drink and gulped it down as fast as she had Harry's, with a satisfied sigh as she clunked down on the bar, indicating that she wanted more.
"Ginny Weasley!" Molly said, sounding scandalized.
"Harry needs some more to drink. It mysteriously disappeared," Ginny said, ignoring her mother. She felt a bit braver suddenly. More laid back. She giggled at her mum's look and walked back to the table, laughing harder as she sat down. She "accidently" missed the seat and landed on Harry's lap.
"This is why we don't want you to drink yet," Fred informed her. "You have to be mature to be able to handle a drink. And Harry's wasn't even that strong."
Ginny glared at him, then turned back to Harry and fluttered her eyelashes, then laughed again at the look he gave her.
George rolled his eyes. "Here comes the Ginny we all knew and loved back in her first year. Do you remember her singing valentine?"
"Her hero who conquered the Dark Lord," Fred said, letting out a little sigh and placing a hand on his heart. "Aren't they just adorable."
"Is she getting on your nerves Harry?" George asked.
"This is why we try to keep her locked in her bedroom," Fred added. "She's been sneaking drinks from her older brothers all her life and it always ends up the same."
Harry shook his head as he felt Ginny begin tracing circles on his upper thigh. "She's not bothering me a bit."
Ginny laughed and tossed her hair. "Harry doesn't mind me drunk, do you, Harry?"
"Not at all."
George gave Harry a suspicious look. "Harry, you wouldn't dream of taking advantage of a drunk girl who's younger than you, right?"
"Ginny?" Harry asked in disbelief only Ginny recognized as false.
George nodded, looking pleased with the look on Harry's face. "Good."
"Here's your drink, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, setting the glass down in front of Harry. "And you, Ginny, dear. Hermione, are you okay? Hot?"
Hermione shook her head. "I'm just a bit tired."
"Maybe we should get home and into bed," Ron suggested.
"Ron!" Hermione cried, slapping him indignantly.
"That reminds me," Harry said suddenly. "Where am I going to sleep?"
"My room?" Ginny suggested.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley gasped.
"I was only joking," Ginny grumbled.
"I'm sorry to say this, but you're going to have to stay on the couch, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said apologetically.
"It's fine," Harry said.
The chatter then turned back to Hermione and Ron. Harry decided that nobody was paying attention to him and ran his hand tantalizingly up Ginny's leg, making her shiver.
"Do you want the rest of my drink?" Harry whispered into her ear. "You're kinda cute when you're drunk."
Ginny nodded eagerly and grabbed the drink from in front of Harry to down in another second. She choked again and reached for her butter beer to wash the alcohol down.
"Visit me tonight?" Harry asked when she had put her drink down.
"In the living room? We could be more private in my bedroom."
"But if somebody comes into me in your bedroom they'll be mad. If we hear someone coming downstairs we can break away and claim to have just been talking. It's easier."
"Then I'll come visit you," Ginny said. She laughed suddenly and everybody looked at her. "I just realized that I think I'm drunk."
"Ginny, how many times do I have to tell you . . ." Mrs. Weasley began.
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Harry jumped when a small thud followed by a giggle sounded at the bottom of the stairs. He sat up and peered out of the living room doorway. "Ginny, are you all right?"
Ginny appeared at the doorway, still laughing, and she stumbled over to Harry's couch. "I'm fine. You asked for my visitation? Anything in particular you wanted me to visit you for?"
Harry shrugged. "Not much. Just thought that I had a cavity. Maybe you could check for me?"
"It'd be my pleasure," Ginny whispered, her voice low and husky. She put her hands around Harry's neck and pulled him down to kiss her. She then set about searching each individual tooth for any suspicious feeling holes. She decided that, just in case, she'd better check them again.
Harry broke away, gasping for breath, and she said in between pants, "I think your teeth are okay. Maybe I should check the rest of your body for any injuries?"
"I think that would be wise," Harry said, nodded. He leaned backwards and pulled Ginny on top of him. Ginny situated herself and then began to kiss all over Harry's skin, starting at one earlobe and going all the way down to his neck. When she reached his shirt she began to unbutton it and kissed her way further down.
"Ginny," Harry gasped, but it came out as more of a groan than a protest. "Ginny, don't, or I won't be able to stop," he finished in a slight whimper.
Ginny pulled her head up and then placed her hands on his chest to massage the smooth skin there as she met his lips in a kiss once more. Harry's hands tangled themselves in her hair and she let out a rather loud moan at the sensation of having him massage her scalp.
After her moan, which only seemed to make Harry want to touch her further, there was a long pause where the only sound that could be heard was the slight sucking noise of their lips and their rugged breathing.
Then a cough broke that silence. A cough that was neither hers nor Harry's.
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Author's Notes: Okay, this time I'll be realistic. I miscounted before with my whole asking for reviews. I want 330 reviews, please:)
Also, I think that my essay will make it up to the next level. My guidence counselor sought me out earlier today to tell me: "Great job on your essay, Lauren. That was really powerful. Awesome." And, I think by now you all know I'm 13. And though I know I'm not the best at writing and I don't really have a big head, but most people my age just can't write at my level. Actually, nearly everyone my age can't. A couple people accused me of having my parents write the essay for me. My teacher, however, assured them that she sat and watched as I wrote the essay. My mom said that if she could write as well as I could she'd quit her day job. Just a little something I like to talk about because well . . . I don't have to have a reason, now do I? Most people don't even read these things.
I hope that Ginny's drunkeness was realistic. I've never actually gotten drunk before (though if I could, I admit I would), so I can't exactly base what I wrote on experience.
~Haley
Thanks for the reviews, by the way. And I tried to make this one a bit longer, but I don't think I did. And sorry if some of the things teetered on an 'R' rating. I used to write . . . well, I won't go into that.
I also just wanted to add that Alexandre Dumas is a genius. I'm re-reading The Three Musketeers for the ten millionth time and every time I read it I love it more and more. D'Artagnan goes into that catagory with Remus Lupin, Vada Sultenfuss, Lily Potter, and James Potter -- people who are fictional and I don't know, but love despite these restrictions. By the way, I love Lupin. I don't know why, but he's my favorite character in the HP series. I feel it necessary to tell my best friend Laura that I love Lupin as often as possible. I don't know if I mentioned this before -- just thought I'd let you know. (I also love Daniel Radcliffe with all my heart -- but he's real so he's not in the same catagory as the others.)
(Everything in between ** and ** is a flashback to the night before.)
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**Ginny laughed giddily to herself as she tiptoed up the stairs. Ron had to be so involved with Hermione that he wasn't thinking straight. Who had been the one to tell Harry repeatedly, for no good reason, that she had a crush on him? And if he had been paying attention to anything but Hermione in the past few months then he would have seen that Harry was beginning to feel something back for her. Now that she knew what Harry felt, it seemed easier to read the signs from the past couple months.
Ginny opened Ron's bedroom door slowly and closed it behind her, leaning back on it and giving Harry a mischevious look. Harry sat up straight in his bed and locked eyes with her. Ginny walked seductively forward and Harry's eyes trailed down her body. When he met her eyes once more they were slightly glazed and his breathing was a bit heavier.
Ginny stopped when she reached him and climbed up on the bed, straddling his waist. She leaned into his ear and enjoyed the way he shivered when she wispered. "Tired?"
Harry shook his head ferociously, not trusting his voice to answer and not crack.
"Really?" Ginny rocked a little and Harry gasped. Ginny moved off of his body and yawned. "I'm beat. Better get some sleep."
Harry stared at her dazedly, looking very confused. He finally got the point when Ginny began to pull back the covers on Ron's bed. Harry jumped out of bed, put his arms around her waist and spun her around in a split second. Ginny instantly melted into his body as he kissed her fervantly, his hands frantically running over her body, finding places that made her shiver and gasp.
Harry walked backwards with her in his arms and fell onto the bed, keeping his hands on her waist so that she fell on top of him. Ginny didn't resist at all, but instead moved to straddle him again as he scooted to the middle of the bed.
Harry pulled away, panting. Ginny took the opportunity, sensing that he was about to tell her to stop, that things were getting out of control. She began running kisses down his throat, lower and lower as she used her hands to pull back his shirt so that she could kiss as far down as possible.
Harry groaned and flipped her over so that he could begin to do the same torture to her own throat. Every place his lips were on felt as if he were trailing fire that shocked her pleasurably and every place that he didn't touch longed and ached for that fire. Harry must have decided that he needed her again because he put his hands on either side of her head to support himself and leaned down to kiss her lips again, letting his body crush her into the bed.
Ginny gasped and dropped down as she felt something poking at the inside of her thigh. She pushed Harry off of her and sat up straight, feeling frightened and shaky. She wondered if he could get himself under control. She had heard enough conversations between her brothers to know that there was a point where guys just couldn't stop.
Harry shut his eyes tight, panting as hard as she was as he tried to get himself under control. When it finally looked as if he achieved this, he opened his eyes. "I'm so sorry, Ginny . . ."
"No, *I'm* sorry," Ginny said softly. "It's just . . . I'm not . . ."
"I know," Harry said quietly. "It was my fault though."
"It's just a natural reaction to what we were doing," Ginny said a bit soothingly. "It was just kind of scary."
"I know, I know," Harry said immediately. He sat up straight and put a comforting arm around her. "Look, why don't we go to sleep now?"
Ginny nodded quietly and smoothed her hair as if to make it manageable. "I'm sorry I led you on."
"You didn't," Harry reassured her.
Ginny nodded and climbed off of his bed to go back to Ron's. She stopped short as she noticed something shiny on Ron's nightstand. She realized what it was and picked it up to show Harry with an arched eyebrow.
Harry laughed. "Those were Fred and George's presents for Ron."
Ginny nodded in understanding. She looked at the books underneath and felt a blush rise up her neck. She pulled the first book aside quickly and read the next title with interest. She picked it up and flipped it open to the table of contents. "Do you mind if I read for a bit?" she asked Harry innocently.
Harry's eyes widened and he nodded slowly, stupidly. He cleared his throat. "I think learning these spells will be useful, don't you?"
Harry gulped and nodded, not knowing if he should say anything as he caught what she was so obviously implying. It confused him immensely as just a few minutes ago she had pushed him off in fear of what might have happened between them. Harry felt guilt at this thought. When he saw the look on Ginny's face it had made him want to hit himself for being so stupid. Ginny was only sixteen! And he had probably scared her off for good.
He heard a page flip and looked over at Ginny. A grin spread across his face as he looked at the way she was studying the page. Maybe he hadn't scared her completely off . . .**
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". . . and so, in conclusion, we would like to congratulate our brother, Hermione, and George or Georgia, depending," George said with a bow.
"I thought we agreed to name the baby Fred or Winifred?" Fred objected indignantly.
"Georgia is a *much* better name for a girl," George sniffed.
"Um, excuse me," Hermione said. "But neither of those names was exactly at the top of our list. Boy *or* girl."
George and Fred's eyes widened as if in shock and they shot Hermione a deeply wounded look each.
"I'm going to go get some more to drink for you, dears," Mrs. Weasley said. "You had butter beer, right, Ginny?"
"Yes," Ginny grumbled, slumping back in her chair.
Mrs. Weasley nodded in affirmation and asked Fred and George if they needed any more to drink. The minute she left Ginny placed her hand on Harry's thigh. Very high up on his thigh. Harry jumped and then blushed as everybody gave him a confused look.
Ginny grabbed Harry's drink, after distracting and confusing him, and gulped it down. She let out a deep breath as she clunked it back on the table. "I don't think I like alcohol," she said, coughing.
Hermione gave her a look and then took a sip of her water, making a point that the water didn't burn her throat.
"I'm gonna go tell Mum to get you some more to drink, Harry," Ginny said brightly. She stood up and got halfway to her mother before turning her head around and catching Harry watching her backside intently.
The bartender happened to be handing Mrs. Weasley Ginny's butter beer as the said sixteen-year-old walked up. Ginny took the drink and gulped it down as fast as she had Harry's, with a satisfied sigh as she clunked down on the bar, indicating that she wanted more.
"Ginny Weasley!" Molly said, sounding scandalized.
"Harry needs some more to drink. It mysteriously disappeared," Ginny said, ignoring her mother. She felt a bit braver suddenly. More laid back. She giggled at her mum's look and walked back to the table, laughing harder as she sat down. She "accidently" missed the seat and landed on Harry's lap.
"This is why we don't want you to drink yet," Fred informed her. "You have to be mature to be able to handle a drink. And Harry's wasn't even that strong."
Ginny glared at him, then turned back to Harry and fluttered her eyelashes, then laughed again at the look he gave her.
George rolled his eyes. "Here comes the Ginny we all knew and loved back in her first year. Do you remember her singing valentine?"
"Her hero who conquered the Dark Lord," Fred said, letting out a little sigh and placing a hand on his heart. "Aren't they just adorable."
"Is she getting on your nerves Harry?" George asked.
"This is why we try to keep her locked in her bedroom," Fred added. "She's been sneaking drinks from her older brothers all her life and it always ends up the same."
Harry shook his head as he felt Ginny begin tracing circles on his upper thigh. "She's not bothering me a bit."
Ginny laughed and tossed her hair. "Harry doesn't mind me drunk, do you, Harry?"
"Not at all."
George gave Harry a suspicious look. "Harry, you wouldn't dream of taking advantage of a drunk girl who's younger than you, right?"
"Ginny?" Harry asked in disbelief only Ginny recognized as false.
George nodded, looking pleased with the look on Harry's face. "Good."
"Here's your drink, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said, setting the glass down in front of Harry. "And you, Ginny, dear. Hermione, are you okay? Hot?"
Hermione shook her head. "I'm just a bit tired."
"Maybe we should get home and into bed," Ron suggested.
"Ron!" Hermione cried, slapping him indignantly.
"That reminds me," Harry said suddenly. "Where am I going to sleep?"
"My room?" Ginny suggested.
"Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley gasped.
"I was only joking," Ginny grumbled.
"I'm sorry to say this, but you're going to have to stay on the couch, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said apologetically.
"It's fine," Harry said.
The chatter then turned back to Hermione and Ron. Harry decided that nobody was paying attention to him and ran his hand tantalizingly up Ginny's leg, making her shiver.
"Do you want the rest of my drink?" Harry whispered into her ear. "You're kinda cute when you're drunk."
Ginny nodded eagerly and grabbed the drink from in front of Harry to down in another second. She choked again and reached for her butter beer to wash the alcohol down.
"Visit me tonight?" Harry asked when she had put her drink down.
"In the living room? We could be more private in my bedroom."
"But if somebody comes into me in your bedroom they'll be mad. If we hear someone coming downstairs we can break away and claim to have just been talking. It's easier."
"Then I'll come visit you," Ginny said. She laughed suddenly and everybody looked at her. "I just realized that I think I'm drunk."
"Ginny, how many times do I have to tell you . . ." Mrs. Weasley began.
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Harry jumped when a small thud followed by a giggle sounded at the bottom of the stairs. He sat up and peered out of the living room doorway. "Ginny, are you all right?"
Ginny appeared at the doorway, still laughing, and she stumbled over to Harry's couch. "I'm fine. You asked for my visitation? Anything in particular you wanted me to visit you for?"
Harry shrugged. "Not much. Just thought that I had a cavity. Maybe you could check for me?"
"It'd be my pleasure," Ginny whispered, her voice low and husky. She put her hands around Harry's neck and pulled him down to kiss her. She then set about searching each individual tooth for any suspicious feeling holes. She decided that, just in case, she'd better check them again.
Harry broke away, gasping for breath, and she said in between pants, "I think your teeth are okay. Maybe I should check the rest of your body for any injuries?"
"I think that would be wise," Harry said, nodded. He leaned backwards and pulled Ginny on top of him. Ginny situated herself and then began to kiss all over Harry's skin, starting at one earlobe and going all the way down to his neck. When she reached his shirt she began to unbutton it and kissed her way further down.
"Ginny," Harry gasped, but it came out as more of a groan than a protest. "Ginny, don't, or I won't be able to stop," he finished in a slight whimper.
Ginny pulled her head up and then placed her hands on his chest to massage the smooth skin there as she met his lips in a kiss once more. Harry's hands tangled themselves in her hair and she let out a rather loud moan at the sensation of having him massage her scalp.
After her moan, which only seemed to make Harry want to touch her further, there was a long pause where the only sound that could be heard was the slight sucking noise of their lips and their rugged breathing.
Then a cough broke that silence. A cough that was neither hers nor Harry's.
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Author's Notes: Okay, this time I'll be realistic. I miscounted before with my whole asking for reviews. I want 330 reviews, please:)
Also, I think that my essay will make it up to the next level. My guidence counselor sought me out earlier today to tell me: "Great job on your essay, Lauren. That was really powerful. Awesome." And, I think by now you all know I'm 13. And though I know I'm not the best at writing and I don't really have a big head, but most people my age just can't write at my level. Actually, nearly everyone my age can't. A couple people accused me of having my parents write the essay for me. My teacher, however, assured them that she sat and watched as I wrote the essay. My mom said that if she could write as well as I could she'd quit her day job. Just a little something I like to talk about because well . . . I don't have to have a reason, now do I? Most people don't even read these things.
I hope that Ginny's drunkeness was realistic. I've never actually gotten drunk before (though if I could, I admit I would), so I can't exactly base what I wrote on experience.
~Haley
Thanks for the reviews, by the way. And I tried to make this one a bit longer, but I don't think I did. And sorry if some of the things teetered on an 'R' rating. I used to write . . . well, I won't go into that.
I also just wanted to add that Alexandre Dumas is a genius. I'm re-reading The Three Musketeers for the ten millionth time and every time I read it I love it more and more. D'Artagnan goes into that catagory with Remus Lupin, Vada Sultenfuss, Lily Potter, and James Potter -- people who are fictional and I don't know, but love despite these restrictions. By the way, I love Lupin. I don't know why, but he's my favorite character in the HP series. I feel it necessary to tell my best friend Laura that I love Lupin as often as possible. I don't know if I mentioned this before -- just thought I'd let you know. (I also love Daniel Radcliffe with all my heart -- but he's real so he's not in the same catagory as the others.)