Showers and Spice and All Things Nice
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This story is mine though.
Rating: PG-13 at the mo
Pairing: H/G
Notes: Okay, so I've been away from this one for too long and my Ginny muse wanted some action, so I had to deliver.she's got one hell of a temper on her! ;-p
Feedback: As always, I love feedback :)
Email: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
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Part Three
Seeing Red
(Or Passion and Spice)
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Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes, not surprised when the room refused to come into focus. He reached out and pulled his glasses from Ron's bedside table and put them into place, his eyes taking a moment to get used to the darkness. He had woken early, again, and was not surprised to hear snoring that indicated Ron was still asleep.
The house was silent, and Harry took a moment to appreciate it. As much as he loved the hustle and bustle of the Weasley house, he knew when to appreciate the quiet, and that morning was one of those times. Harry checked the clock by Ron's bed and noted that he had about an hour before everyone else woke up and began preparing to leave the house, and he had about three hours before he was, once again, on his way to Hogwarts.
Yawning, Harry decided to take his shower early to ensure that he was ready in time and, he smiled, to make sure that his plan was in place before the youngest Weasley awoke from her beauty sleep.
Harry entered the hallway, checking to make sure that he was alone. As much as he loved the thought of meeting Ginny in that same situation again, he was not too thrilled at the idea that it could just have easily been one of the twins he had almost knocked to the floor.
Harry shuddered and entered the bathroom, locking the door and quickly starting the water running. He was quick to get himself showered and ready, knowing that he still had to finish packing, and he exited the bathroom in a fog of steam, rubbing his hair with the towel and attempting to clear the steam from his glasses.
"Well, someone's up early this morning."
Harry smiled and put his glasses back in place, smiling as Ginny came into focus. "Looks like I'm not the only one," he said, moving closer to her.
"Oi, get out of the way, Gin." They quickly jumped apart as Ron came out of his room, brushing by Ginny and almost knocking her over. "What are you doing?" he asked from the bathroom door.
"I was about to have a shower," Ginny replied through gritted teeth.
"Oh, well," Ron said with a smile. "You snooze, you lose." Ron closed the bathroom door with a bang and Ginny glared at it.
Harry smirked and moved to enter Ron's room, backing Ginny into the wall as he did so. "Well, I guess you'll have to wait until Ron's out."
Ginny smirked at him. "So it would seem. Can't think what I'll do."
Harry's smile widened and he leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Well, I guess you could read a book." He winked and moved past her, closing Ron's door behind him. He leaned back against the door, chuckling silently to himself as he heard her grunt of frustration.
They had been playing this game for over a week now and Harry wasn't ashamed to admit that he was losing by a long shot. He had no problem admitting that Ginny Weasley knew exactly how to leave him wanting more.except to any of her brothers, or her parents. Okay, so he hadn't told anyone, but he had no problems admitting to himself that he wanted her. In fact, the fact that she was beating him so easily only made him feel his victories even more.
He quickly set about packing the last of his things and lifted up his wand, muttering, "Mobilitruncus." As he was exiting the room, his trunk floating behind him, he passed by Ron, who as still wrapped in a rather large towel, trying to get some water out of his ears. In his peripheral vision, he spotted Ginny making her way to the bathroom. She was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that didn't leave much to his imagination, and Harry felt his cheeks redden, certain that she had dressed that way on purpose.
"You all right, mate?" Ron asked, furrowing his brow.
"Fine, I'm fine," Harry stuttered, tearing his eye away from his friend's sister. He couldn't be certain, but he was sure that Ginny had winked at him before closing the bathroom door. "I'm just taking my stuff downstairs, I thought I'd give your mum a hand with breakfast."
"Rather you than me," Ron said, shaking his head. He went straight to get clothes from his drawers and Harry headed for the stairs, making sure that he closed Ron's door behind him.
* * *
Ginny placed her wand on the desk, having already cast a drying spell on her hair. After doing one final sweep of her room, she turned to her trunk and closed it securely. There was a click as the door opened and Hermione entered, having just finished her shower. She had obviously taken her clothes into the bathroom with her because she was completely dressed and looking ready to go to school.
As if to confirm Ginny's thoughts, Hermione smiled and said, "I can't wait to get back."
"Yes," Ginny said smiling. "And it'll be nice the four of us finishing at the same time."
"Yes, it will." Hermione nodded, glad that she had had the opportunity to get to know Ginny better.
"You know, I'm surprised you were never asked to move up a year, I mean, you're so much smarter than me."
"Ginny, I'm not, I mean."
Ginny's eyes widened as Hermione blushed. "Hermione, when?"
"When what?" Hermione asked, turning away, pretending to sort out her trunk.
"When were you asked to move up a year?"
"I.well," Hermione sighed and turned to her. "Promise you won't tell the others?" At Ginny's nod she continued. "Every year, really. Well, until fourth year. I guess they realised I wasn't moving."
"Don't tell me that prat of a brother of mine talked you out of it."
"In a way he did."
"I'll kill him!" Ginny exclaimed.
"No, Ginny! He doesn't know. When I said not to tell the others, I meant Ron as well. He doesn't know."
"But you said."
Hermione smiled. "What I meant was that Ron was the reason I didn't move, not the cause. I didn't want to leave him, or Harry, behind. I wanted to be with my friends."
"Oh."
Hermione frowned. "Why did you do it?" she asked softly. "I mean, won't it be strange finishing without your friends?"
"Not really, no."
"Why not?"
Ginny grinned. "It's my stupid prat of a brother's fault."
"Ron? Why?"
"Well," Ginny sighed. "Do you know why I always felt sorry for Percy?" Hermione frowned and shook her head. "Because he was the only one without a twin." At her friend's lost look she continued. "Bill and Charlie were inseparable, a lot like Fred and George.and Ron and I? We were closer. Maybe not in the same way as the twins, I couldn't begin to understand their bond, but in our own way we were closer. Percy? He never had anyone in particular, he was always without his other half."
"Oh."
"So, finishing without my friends this year?" Ginny smiled. "No, I don't mind, because I get to finish with Ron, like it was meant to be."
* * *
After making sure that his trunk would not be in anyone's way, Harry entered the kitchen, not surprised to find Percy already helping Mrs Weasley.
"Good morning, Harry." Percy said with a nod, placing a plateful of pancakes on the table, muttering a spell to ensure that they stayed warm until the rest of the family were ready to eat.
"Morning Harry, dear," Mrs Weasley said with a smile. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," Harry replied. "I thought I'd give you a hand."
"Oh, no need for that. You sit yourself down and we'll take care of everything."
"It's okay, honestly. I want to help you."
Mrs Weasley smiled and shook her head. "Well, if you insist. The cutlery is in the drawer, dear, could you set the table?"
Harry nodded and made his way over to the drawer, pulling out enough cutlery for the entire family. Charlie and Bill were still at home and Percy and Mr Weasley would be eating quickly before running out to work, so the house would be full, and Harry had to make sure that his plan was set to perfection.
As he moved to the table, Hermione entered the kitchen with a sunny smile. "Good morning," she said, moving to help Mrs Weasley.
Harry smiled at her and echoed Mrs Weasley and Percy with, "Morning Hermione."
After setting the table, he moved around to the chair that Ginny always sat in, pretending to wipe something off her cutlery. Glancing to make sure that neither Mrs Weasley, Percy nor Hermione were paying attention, he muttered, "Ardorum aspicio." The fork and knife glowed red for a moment and Harry smiled as he placed them back on the table.
He turned to find Hermione looking at him oddly and he smiled. "Do you need a hand?"
She shook her head and walked to the table, putting down plates with bacon and sausages on it. "I think we're nearly ready," she said. "Mrs Weasley is just finishing off the eggs and potato scones and then that should be it."
As if to reiterate that everything was almost ready, there was thumping on the stairs as more of the Weasleys came into the room. The twins were quick to sit down and fill their plates and it wasn't long before the whole family was downstairs. Harry had to bite back a smile as Ginny entered the room and took her seat.
"Morning," she said cheerfully, catching everyone's eyes but Harry's. She picked up the plate that was in front of her and was quick to fill it up with a bit of everything. Years of living with the twins had taught her that if she wasn't quick, she didn't eat a lot.
Harry took a bite of his pancake and tried not to be too obvious about watching her. He glanced momentarily at Hermione, feeling his friend's gaze resting on him. He smiled at her in what he hoped was an innocent way and turned back to his breakfast. Just as he was about to take another bite of his breakfast he jumped, feeling something graze against his legs.
He looked up at Ginny, who grinned suspiciously at him before eating. He watched her, waiting for a reaction, but there was nothing.at least not until she was already putting another bite into her mouth. Ginny's eye's widened and she shot out of her chair, running to the sink and spitting out her food. She turned on the tap and began to gulp down the water as fast as she could.
Harry tried not to laugh and instead focussed on looking as confused as the rest of the family. He tried to ignore that Hermione was obviously watching him. After a moment, Ginny turned back to look at them. She smiled and made her way back to her seat.
"Er.what was that all about?" Ron asked.
"Mum, did you happen to put any spices into the pancakes this morning?"
"No," Mrs Weasley said with a frown. "Why?"
"No reason," Ginny said, looking at Harry. "Harry, would you mind swapping plates with me?"
"Not at all," Harry said, smiling and handing his plate across the table, taking hers in return. He knew that the rest of the family was watching them curiously, but he and Ginny were behaving so nonchalantly that no one commented.
Ginny, mistaking Harry's expressionless face as a sign of his failure, took a large bite from the plate Harry had just handed her, watching as he did the same from what had once been her plate. A few moments later, she was running to the kitchen sink again.
"Ginny, dear, are you all right?" Mrs Weasley asked, voicing the concern that most of the family were feeling. She turned to look at her twin sons, accusation in her gaze.
"What?" Fred asked.
"It wasn't us!" George echoed.
Ginny turned back to look at the table, glaring in Harry's direction and he smiled. He knew that she had worked out which spell he had used, or at least the spice part, but it was clear that she had thought the spell had been cast on the plate. She glared at him, but it didn't last for long, instead, quickly turning into a look of lust and Harry had to wonder if this spell had been the right way to go.
After embarrassing him in front of her family earlier in the week (she had charmed his shirt to make it look as if his heart was beating out of his chest, like a cartoon character's, whenever he was thinking lustful thoughts about her), he had been determined to do the same. However, now that he was faced with that look she had in her eyes, the one that made him lose all coherent thought, he had to wonder if it had been such a good idea after all. She looked like she was about to eat him for breakfast.
"Ginny, are you all right?" Charlie asked. Bill, who was sitting in the chair next to Ginny's, had spiked a piece of her pancake onto his fork and was eating it. He glanced at his parents and shook his head, indicating that it had tasted fine to him.
"I'm fine. But I think I should go and get my trunk from upstairs. Harry, do you think you could give me a hand?"
Harry gulped, aware that the look in her eyes was obvious to more than just him. "I, well, I."
"Get it yourself, you lazy git," Ron said, trying to save his best friend. He was more than a little shocked at the way Ginny was looking at Harry, as if she was ready to pounce on him, but was more worried about his friend than his sister at that moment. What he failed to realise though, was that Harry was more than willing to let himself be pounced on.
"I'm not sure I can get the spell to work properly," Ginny replied, not even glancing at her brother. "Harry?"
"Er, sure." Harry put down his cutlery and followed her out of the room, completely aware that the rest of Ginny's family were already talking in hushed tones. They quickly ascended the stairs and Harry was barely inside the room when she had him pinned to the wall, her foot already having kicked the door shut.
"So, you like games, Harry?"
He smiled and shrugged. "We said this was war."
She grinned slyly as her hands wandered up his torso, making him shiver at the sensation her touch was causing. "You're right we did. And that was some war you just waged."
Harry gulped, and silently agreed with her. Where the intention had been to embarrass her in front of her family, it seemed to have backfired. She was using all the added passion she felt to rile him up. Not that he particularly minded having her hands all over him, he did mind the fact that he would have to make sure he didn't take things too far. Not only was her entire family downstairs, but she was under the influence of a spell.
He had done all his research, and he knew that, with the intention he had cast it with, the effects would not last long and she would not do anything she didn't want to. But he didn't care, it would still feel like he was taking advantage of her. And speaking of being taken advantage of.he felt Ginny's teeth nipping at his neck and he bit back a groan as she bit a particularly sensitive area.
"Ginny, maybe we should."
"What's the matter Harry?" Her tone was completely innocent, but what she was doing with her tongue was definitely not.
"I think we should stop before one of your brothers come up and hit me."
"Stop?" She looked up at him, her eyes overly laced with innocence. "You want to stop?"
He looked down at her and smiled. She looked amazing. Her hair was framing her face and she was looking up at him, desire beneath her eye lids. He looked down at her slightly pouted lips and he was done for. He lowered his head, catching her by surprise as his lips brushed hers. His tongue swept out, tracing the outline of her lips before seeking entry.
* * *
Ginny pulled herself closer to him, feeling the effects of the spell leave her body, but another spell was quickly taking over as she found herself lost in Harry's touch. She had been furious when she realised that Harry's spice spell had been laced with passion, knowing that he was only trying to get back at her, but at the same time annoyed that he had been able to get one over on her. If she was honest with herself, she was impressed with Harry's latest attempt to get her, but she was annoyed, because she had had a similar thing in mind for him on their first dinner at Hogwarts. Then again, embarrassing him in front of the entire school would have been worse than in front of just her family.
She sighed as he ran his hand down her arm, pulling her closer. She was slowly becoming more daring, allowing herself to study his body more closely than she had ever thought possible. She had watched Harry from the first moment she had laid eyes on him.excluding running out of the room and up to her bedroom, she didn't include that as a meeting, let alone her first. It was more of a.memory she pretended was nothing more than a freakish nightmare! But this was the first time her hands were allowed to do the studying.
She gasped as Harry's mouth left hers and trailed its way down to her neck, nipping gently at the skin. His tongue brushed gently on her collar bone and she almost stopped breathing as he gently blew on it, making her skin tingle.
She pushed herself closer, not sure that was even possible given their proximity. She backed Harry into the wall, biting back a squeal as he flipped her round so that she was the one against the wall. Her head tilted back as he dared to go slightly lower. She had never wanted anything so much as she wanted Harry at that moment.
There was a noise in the landing and they jumped apart. She glanced at Harry, sure she was reading his mind. He looked flustered and if he was anything to go by, Ginny was sure she must look a mess. A big horny mess that she could never let her family see.
There was a knock at her door and Ginny's eyes widened, trying to force her mind to think of something, but it was too late. The door opened. Hermione glanced at them, a little shocked, no doubt at the state of Ginny's top, which was hanging off one shoulder. Ginny felt her cheeks reddening and she almost missed Hermione's smirk. Almost.
"Something funny, Miss Granger?" she asked, trying to regain some composure.
"No, nothing at all." Hermione smiled. "Your mother was wondering what was taking so long. We're about to leave. The twins are already off to Hogsmeade, Bill and Charlie are waiting to say goodbye, Percy and your dad already left and your mum's about ready to come up here." Hermione turned to Harry with a smirk. "And so is Ron."
"We'll be right down then," Ginny said, fixing her jumper.
"I'm sure you will." Hermione tried to hide her grin. She turned to leave the room, disappearing from view as Harry and Ginny looked at each other. "Oh," Hermione said, popping her head around the door frame again. "And I must say, that colour looks lovely on you, Harry." She grinned and left, her footsteps echoing back up the stairs.
"You're wearing lipstick?" Harry asked, turning to face her.
"Correction," she said, reaching up to rub it from him. "I was wearing lipstick."
"Of all the days you chose to wear makeup." Harry said with a smile, shaking his head.
"Don't blame me! It was you that decided to stir up my hidden passion!"
Harry laughed. "Stir up your hidden passion? What have you been reading, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny smacked his arm, but the blush on her face told Harry that he had hit on something there. Ginny looked up at him and knew he was storing the information up for later use.
"Besides," Harry continued. "It's not as if it wasn't obvious what we'd been doing."
Ginny smiled and looked up at him. "You do look rather a mess."
Harry laughed and leaned down to kiss her. "You, Miss Weasley, are a vixen," he said, his lips still resting against hers. He winked and straightened up, trying to make sure that Mrs Weasley would not have a clue about the thoughts that he had just been having about her youngest daughter, not to mention what he actually had been doing.
Ginny smiled and pulled out her wand. "Mobilitruncus." She pulled Harry's head down to her level and kissed him again, running her tongue across the roof of his mouth before pulling away. "I may be a vixen, Harry Potter, but you love it."
Ginny smiled and walked out of the room, swaying her hips a little as she did, knowing that Harry was watching. Her trunk followed her path and so did Harry. She smiled to herself. Her last year at Hogwarts was going to be very interesting indeed.
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End of Part Three
Okay, so that was completely different to the first two parts! It was a lot longer anyway! I'd been away from this story for far too long and I wanted
to try and at least get *something* finished before I go away to Camp
America this summer! (Yes, the nutty one is going to the states for the
first time! Any ideas on good places to visit while I'm there would be
nice!)
For those who were wondering, "Ardorum aspicio" basically translates to "I
spice with passion". He he he he! Thanks to Katharine for the translation.and the actual thing! The initial idea was for the spell to be "Spice of Passion" or something similar, but when Kath told me that one, I
found it highly amusing and it had to go in!
Look out for Part Four, Giving Chase and Part Five, Myrtle's Not The Only
One That. (Congrats if you can figure out the missing word for the part
five title, I had to spell it out to Loriel! .she's too innocent at
heart.but we're still trying to remedy that!)
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This story is mine though.
Rating: PG-13 at the mo
Pairing: H/G
Notes: Okay, so I've been away from this one for too long and my Ginny muse wanted some action, so I had to deliver.she's got one hell of a temper on her! ;-p
Feedback: As always, I love feedback :)
Email: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
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Part Three
Seeing Red
(Or Passion and Spice)
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Harry blinked and rubbed his eyes, not surprised when the room refused to come into focus. He reached out and pulled his glasses from Ron's bedside table and put them into place, his eyes taking a moment to get used to the darkness. He had woken early, again, and was not surprised to hear snoring that indicated Ron was still asleep.
The house was silent, and Harry took a moment to appreciate it. As much as he loved the hustle and bustle of the Weasley house, he knew when to appreciate the quiet, and that morning was one of those times. Harry checked the clock by Ron's bed and noted that he had about an hour before everyone else woke up and began preparing to leave the house, and he had about three hours before he was, once again, on his way to Hogwarts.
Yawning, Harry decided to take his shower early to ensure that he was ready in time and, he smiled, to make sure that his plan was in place before the youngest Weasley awoke from her beauty sleep.
Harry entered the hallway, checking to make sure that he was alone. As much as he loved the thought of meeting Ginny in that same situation again, he was not too thrilled at the idea that it could just have easily been one of the twins he had almost knocked to the floor.
Harry shuddered and entered the bathroom, locking the door and quickly starting the water running. He was quick to get himself showered and ready, knowing that he still had to finish packing, and he exited the bathroom in a fog of steam, rubbing his hair with the towel and attempting to clear the steam from his glasses.
"Well, someone's up early this morning."
Harry smiled and put his glasses back in place, smiling as Ginny came into focus. "Looks like I'm not the only one," he said, moving closer to her.
"Oi, get out of the way, Gin." They quickly jumped apart as Ron came out of his room, brushing by Ginny and almost knocking her over. "What are you doing?" he asked from the bathroom door.
"I was about to have a shower," Ginny replied through gritted teeth.
"Oh, well," Ron said with a smile. "You snooze, you lose." Ron closed the bathroom door with a bang and Ginny glared at it.
Harry smirked and moved to enter Ron's room, backing Ginny into the wall as he did so. "Well, I guess you'll have to wait until Ron's out."
Ginny smirked at him. "So it would seem. Can't think what I'll do."
Harry's smile widened and he leaned closer, his lips almost touching hers. "Well, I guess you could read a book." He winked and moved past her, closing Ron's door behind him. He leaned back against the door, chuckling silently to himself as he heard her grunt of frustration.
They had been playing this game for over a week now and Harry wasn't ashamed to admit that he was losing by a long shot. He had no problem admitting that Ginny Weasley knew exactly how to leave him wanting more.except to any of her brothers, or her parents. Okay, so he hadn't told anyone, but he had no problems admitting to himself that he wanted her. In fact, the fact that she was beating him so easily only made him feel his victories even more.
He quickly set about packing the last of his things and lifted up his wand, muttering, "Mobilitruncus." As he was exiting the room, his trunk floating behind him, he passed by Ron, who as still wrapped in a rather large towel, trying to get some water out of his ears. In his peripheral vision, he spotted Ginny making her way to the bathroom. She was dressed in a flimsy nightgown that didn't leave much to his imagination, and Harry felt his cheeks redden, certain that she had dressed that way on purpose.
"You all right, mate?" Ron asked, furrowing his brow.
"Fine, I'm fine," Harry stuttered, tearing his eye away from his friend's sister. He couldn't be certain, but he was sure that Ginny had winked at him before closing the bathroom door. "I'm just taking my stuff downstairs, I thought I'd give your mum a hand with breakfast."
"Rather you than me," Ron said, shaking his head. He went straight to get clothes from his drawers and Harry headed for the stairs, making sure that he closed Ron's door behind him.
* * *
Ginny placed her wand on the desk, having already cast a drying spell on her hair. After doing one final sweep of her room, she turned to her trunk and closed it securely. There was a click as the door opened and Hermione entered, having just finished her shower. She had obviously taken her clothes into the bathroom with her because she was completely dressed and looking ready to go to school.
As if to confirm Ginny's thoughts, Hermione smiled and said, "I can't wait to get back."
"Yes," Ginny said smiling. "And it'll be nice the four of us finishing at the same time."
"Yes, it will." Hermione nodded, glad that she had had the opportunity to get to know Ginny better.
"You know, I'm surprised you were never asked to move up a year, I mean, you're so much smarter than me."
"Ginny, I'm not, I mean."
Ginny's eyes widened as Hermione blushed. "Hermione, when?"
"When what?" Hermione asked, turning away, pretending to sort out her trunk.
"When were you asked to move up a year?"
"I.well," Hermione sighed and turned to her. "Promise you won't tell the others?" At Ginny's nod she continued. "Every year, really. Well, until fourth year. I guess they realised I wasn't moving."
"Don't tell me that prat of a brother of mine talked you out of it."
"In a way he did."
"I'll kill him!" Ginny exclaimed.
"No, Ginny! He doesn't know. When I said not to tell the others, I meant Ron as well. He doesn't know."
"But you said."
Hermione smiled. "What I meant was that Ron was the reason I didn't move, not the cause. I didn't want to leave him, or Harry, behind. I wanted to be with my friends."
"Oh."
Hermione frowned. "Why did you do it?" she asked softly. "I mean, won't it be strange finishing without your friends?"
"Not really, no."
"Why not?"
Ginny grinned. "It's my stupid prat of a brother's fault."
"Ron? Why?"
"Well," Ginny sighed. "Do you know why I always felt sorry for Percy?" Hermione frowned and shook her head. "Because he was the only one without a twin." At her friend's lost look she continued. "Bill and Charlie were inseparable, a lot like Fred and George.and Ron and I? We were closer. Maybe not in the same way as the twins, I couldn't begin to understand their bond, but in our own way we were closer. Percy? He never had anyone in particular, he was always without his other half."
"Oh."
"So, finishing without my friends this year?" Ginny smiled. "No, I don't mind, because I get to finish with Ron, like it was meant to be."
* * *
After making sure that his trunk would not be in anyone's way, Harry entered the kitchen, not surprised to find Percy already helping Mrs Weasley.
"Good morning, Harry." Percy said with a nod, placing a plateful of pancakes on the table, muttering a spell to ensure that they stayed warm until the rest of the family were ready to eat.
"Morning Harry, dear," Mrs Weasley said with a smile. "Did you sleep well?"
"Yes," Harry replied. "I thought I'd give you a hand."
"Oh, no need for that. You sit yourself down and we'll take care of everything."
"It's okay, honestly. I want to help you."
Mrs Weasley smiled and shook her head. "Well, if you insist. The cutlery is in the drawer, dear, could you set the table?"
Harry nodded and made his way over to the drawer, pulling out enough cutlery for the entire family. Charlie and Bill were still at home and Percy and Mr Weasley would be eating quickly before running out to work, so the house would be full, and Harry had to make sure that his plan was set to perfection.
As he moved to the table, Hermione entered the kitchen with a sunny smile. "Good morning," she said, moving to help Mrs Weasley.
Harry smiled at her and echoed Mrs Weasley and Percy with, "Morning Hermione."
After setting the table, he moved around to the chair that Ginny always sat in, pretending to wipe something off her cutlery. Glancing to make sure that neither Mrs Weasley, Percy nor Hermione were paying attention, he muttered, "Ardorum aspicio." The fork and knife glowed red for a moment and Harry smiled as he placed them back on the table.
He turned to find Hermione looking at him oddly and he smiled. "Do you need a hand?"
She shook her head and walked to the table, putting down plates with bacon and sausages on it. "I think we're nearly ready," she said. "Mrs Weasley is just finishing off the eggs and potato scones and then that should be it."
As if to reiterate that everything was almost ready, there was thumping on the stairs as more of the Weasleys came into the room. The twins were quick to sit down and fill their plates and it wasn't long before the whole family was downstairs. Harry had to bite back a smile as Ginny entered the room and took her seat.
"Morning," she said cheerfully, catching everyone's eyes but Harry's. She picked up the plate that was in front of her and was quick to fill it up with a bit of everything. Years of living with the twins had taught her that if she wasn't quick, she didn't eat a lot.
Harry took a bite of his pancake and tried not to be too obvious about watching her. He glanced momentarily at Hermione, feeling his friend's gaze resting on him. He smiled at her in what he hoped was an innocent way and turned back to his breakfast. Just as he was about to take another bite of his breakfast he jumped, feeling something graze against his legs.
He looked up at Ginny, who grinned suspiciously at him before eating. He watched her, waiting for a reaction, but there was nothing.at least not until she was already putting another bite into her mouth. Ginny's eye's widened and she shot out of her chair, running to the sink and spitting out her food. She turned on the tap and began to gulp down the water as fast as she could.
Harry tried not to laugh and instead focussed on looking as confused as the rest of the family. He tried to ignore that Hermione was obviously watching him. After a moment, Ginny turned back to look at them. She smiled and made her way back to her seat.
"Er.what was that all about?" Ron asked.
"Mum, did you happen to put any spices into the pancakes this morning?"
"No," Mrs Weasley said with a frown. "Why?"
"No reason," Ginny said, looking at Harry. "Harry, would you mind swapping plates with me?"
"Not at all," Harry said, smiling and handing his plate across the table, taking hers in return. He knew that the rest of the family was watching them curiously, but he and Ginny were behaving so nonchalantly that no one commented.
Ginny, mistaking Harry's expressionless face as a sign of his failure, took a large bite from the plate Harry had just handed her, watching as he did the same from what had once been her plate. A few moments later, she was running to the kitchen sink again.
"Ginny, dear, are you all right?" Mrs Weasley asked, voicing the concern that most of the family were feeling. She turned to look at her twin sons, accusation in her gaze.
"What?" Fred asked.
"It wasn't us!" George echoed.
Ginny turned back to look at the table, glaring in Harry's direction and he smiled. He knew that she had worked out which spell he had used, or at least the spice part, but it was clear that she had thought the spell had been cast on the plate. She glared at him, but it didn't last for long, instead, quickly turning into a look of lust and Harry had to wonder if this spell had been the right way to go.
After embarrassing him in front of her family earlier in the week (she had charmed his shirt to make it look as if his heart was beating out of his chest, like a cartoon character's, whenever he was thinking lustful thoughts about her), he had been determined to do the same. However, now that he was faced with that look she had in her eyes, the one that made him lose all coherent thought, he had to wonder if it had been such a good idea after all. She looked like she was about to eat him for breakfast.
"Ginny, are you all right?" Charlie asked. Bill, who was sitting in the chair next to Ginny's, had spiked a piece of her pancake onto his fork and was eating it. He glanced at his parents and shook his head, indicating that it had tasted fine to him.
"I'm fine. But I think I should go and get my trunk from upstairs. Harry, do you think you could give me a hand?"
Harry gulped, aware that the look in her eyes was obvious to more than just him. "I, well, I."
"Get it yourself, you lazy git," Ron said, trying to save his best friend. He was more than a little shocked at the way Ginny was looking at Harry, as if she was ready to pounce on him, but was more worried about his friend than his sister at that moment. What he failed to realise though, was that Harry was more than willing to let himself be pounced on.
"I'm not sure I can get the spell to work properly," Ginny replied, not even glancing at her brother. "Harry?"
"Er, sure." Harry put down his cutlery and followed her out of the room, completely aware that the rest of Ginny's family were already talking in hushed tones. They quickly ascended the stairs and Harry was barely inside the room when she had him pinned to the wall, her foot already having kicked the door shut.
"So, you like games, Harry?"
He smiled and shrugged. "We said this was war."
She grinned slyly as her hands wandered up his torso, making him shiver at the sensation her touch was causing. "You're right we did. And that was some war you just waged."
Harry gulped, and silently agreed with her. Where the intention had been to embarrass her in front of her family, it seemed to have backfired. She was using all the added passion she felt to rile him up. Not that he particularly minded having her hands all over him, he did mind the fact that he would have to make sure he didn't take things too far. Not only was her entire family downstairs, but she was under the influence of a spell.
He had done all his research, and he knew that, with the intention he had cast it with, the effects would not last long and she would not do anything she didn't want to. But he didn't care, it would still feel like he was taking advantage of her. And speaking of being taken advantage of.he felt Ginny's teeth nipping at his neck and he bit back a groan as she bit a particularly sensitive area.
"Ginny, maybe we should."
"What's the matter Harry?" Her tone was completely innocent, but what she was doing with her tongue was definitely not.
"I think we should stop before one of your brothers come up and hit me."
"Stop?" She looked up at him, her eyes overly laced with innocence. "You want to stop?"
He looked down at her and smiled. She looked amazing. Her hair was framing her face and she was looking up at him, desire beneath her eye lids. He looked down at her slightly pouted lips and he was done for. He lowered his head, catching her by surprise as his lips brushed hers. His tongue swept out, tracing the outline of her lips before seeking entry.
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Ginny pulled herself closer to him, feeling the effects of the spell leave her body, but another spell was quickly taking over as she found herself lost in Harry's touch. She had been furious when she realised that Harry's spice spell had been laced with passion, knowing that he was only trying to get back at her, but at the same time annoyed that he had been able to get one over on her. If she was honest with herself, she was impressed with Harry's latest attempt to get her, but she was annoyed, because she had had a similar thing in mind for him on their first dinner at Hogwarts. Then again, embarrassing him in front of the entire school would have been worse than in front of just her family.
She sighed as he ran his hand down her arm, pulling her closer. She was slowly becoming more daring, allowing herself to study his body more closely than she had ever thought possible. She had watched Harry from the first moment she had laid eyes on him.excluding running out of the room and up to her bedroom, she didn't include that as a meeting, let alone her first. It was more of a.memory she pretended was nothing more than a freakish nightmare! But this was the first time her hands were allowed to do the studying.
She gasped as Harry's mouth left hers and trailed its way down to her neck, nipping gently at the skin. His tongue brushed gently on her collar bone and she almost stopped breathing as he gently blew on it, making her skin tingle.
She pushed herself closer, not sure that was even possible given their proximity. She backed Harry into the wall, biting back a squeal as he flipped her round so that she was the one against the wall. Her head tilted back as he dared to go slightly lower. She had never wanted anything so much as she wanted Harry at that moment.
There was a noise in the landing and they jumped apart. She glanced at Harry, sure she was reading his mind. He looked flustered and if he was anything to go by, Ginny was sure she must look a mess. A big horny mess that she could never let her family see.
There was a knock at her door and Ginny's eyes widened, trying to force her mind to think of something, but it was too late. The door opened. Hermione glanced at them, a little shocked, no doubt at the state of Ginny's top, which was hanging off one shoulder. Ginny felt her cheeks reddening and she almost missed Hermione's smirk. Almost.
"Something funny, Miss Granger?" she asked, trying to regain some composure.
"No, nothing at all." Hermione smiled. "Your mother was wondering what was taking so long. We're about to leave. The twins are already off to Hogsmeade, Bill and Charlie are waiting to say goodbye, Percy and your dad already left and your mum's about ready to come up here." Hermione turned to Harry with a smirk. "And so is Ron."
"We'll be right down then," Ginny said, fixing her jumper.
"I'm sure you will." Hermione tried to hide her grin. She turned to leave the room, disappearing from view as Harry and Ginny looked at each other. "Oh," Hermione said, popping her head around the door frame again. "And I must say, that colour looks lovely on you, Harry." She grinned and left, her footsteps echoing back up the stairs.
"You're wearing lipstick?" Harry asked, turning to face her.
"Correction," she said, reaching up to rub it from him. "I was wearing lipstick."
"Of all the days you chose to wear makeup." Harry said with a smile, shaking his head.
"Don't blame me! It was you that decided to stir up my hidden passion!"
Harry laughed. "Stir up your hidden passion? What have you been reading, Miss Weasley?"
Ginny smacked his arm, but the blush on her face told Harry that he had hit on something there. Ginny looked up at him and knew he was storing the information up for later use.
"Besides," Harry continued. "It's not as if it wasn't obvious what we'd been doing."
Ginny smiled and looked up at him. "You do look rather a mess."
Harry laughed and leaned down to kiss her. "You, Miss Weasley, are a vixen," he said, his lips still resting against hers. He winked and straightened up, trying to make sure that Mrs Weasley would not have a clue about the thoughts that he had just been having about her youngest daughter, not to mention what he actually had been doing.
Ginny smiled and pulled out her wand. "Mobilitruncus." She pulled Harry's head down to her level and kissed him again, running her tongue across the roof of his mouth before pulling away. "I may be a vixen, Harry Potter, but you love it."
Ginny smiled and walked out of the room, swaying her hips a little as she did, knowing that Harry was watching. Her trunk followed her path and so did Harry. She smiled to herself. Her last year at Hogwarts was going to be very interesting indeed.
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End of Part Three
Okay, so that was completely different to the first two parts! It was a lot longer anyway! I'd been away from this story for far too long and I wanted
to try and at least get *something* finished before I go away to Camp
America this summer! (Yes, the nutty one is going to the states for the
first time! Any ideas on good places to visit while I'm there would be
nice!)
For those who were wondering, "Ardorum aspicio" basically translates to "I
spice with passion". He he he he! Thanks to Katharine for the translation.and the actual thing! The initial idea was for the spell to be "Spice of Passion" or something similar, but when Kath told me that one, I
found it highly amusing and it had to go in!
Look out for Part Four, Giving Chase and Part Five, Myrtle's Not The Only
One That. (Congrats if you can figure out the missing word for the part
five title, I had to spell it out to Loriel! .she's too innocent at
heart.but we're still trying to remedy that!)