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, but the innuendo is just getting.bad! This part might even end up verging on R, but likely it's not, cause I'm a wuss! ;-p
Pairing: H/G
Notes: Sorry it took so long! I had about five false starts because I wasn't quite sure where the heck I wanted to go with this one! Hope you like the final outcome!
Feedback: As always, I love feedback :)
Email: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
Yahoo ! Group : KyiziFic
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Part Four
Giving Chase
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Ginny smirked and ran a hand through her hair. She glanced sidelong and Harry and when he caught her eye, she winked. He tried to glare at her and focus on what exactly it was that Ron was telling them, but there was a grin slowly forming on his face.
"Now, I know I'm not up there with you, but I have been and I know what it's like. You need to keep your hands tightly on your broomsticks. A good firm grip, and you'll be fine, whatever the weather."
Ginny inched towards Harry and stopped, her mouth by his ear. "You hear that, Harry? A nice strong grip on your.broomstick."
Harry snorted, quickly turning it into a cough. Colin Creevey, however, was less successful. Ginny hadn't realised he had been standing so close to them, but the fact that had almost choked on his tongue had proven otherwise. She smiled sweetly at him and tried to ignore the shaking of Harry's shoulders. He was laughing at her.
"Ginny!"
She turned to her brother and smiled innocently. "Yes?"
"Will you please pay attention? We have our first match against Slytherin in a week, there's no time to be messing about!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. For a Captain who didn't actually play on the team, Ron was pernickety when it came to practice. She knew he would rather be playing, but the truth was, he wasn't as good as the other players, and he knew it. However, when it came to strategies, Ron won hands down.
"Okay, now get up there and practice. Ginny, I want you to work with Harry on those moves we were talking about. You're doing great at the moment, so Colin and Dennis can work together for a while." Ginny nodded and tried not to smile too obviously as she took off.
The wind whipped through her hair as she flew above Ron, further away from reality and closer to the fantasy that she had created since returning to school. When they were in the air, she and Harry were free to be what ever they wanted, to do whatever they wanted and that usually involved bating each other to the pint where Ginny was ready to jump him bones, no matter the fact that they were fifty feet in the air and her brother would be watching. Then again, Ron's affinity with clueless ness seemed to stretch to the fact that his best friend kept mentally undressing his sister whenever she was in his vision, and she did it right back.
"You seem.distracted, Gin, whatever could be the reason for that?"
She turned her broom to face him, well aware that the twinkle in his eyes was making her heart almost beat out of her chest. "I don't know. Care to give me a reason?"
"Now?" Harry asked in mock horror. "What would your brother say?" He inched his broom so close that she was pretty sure they were breathing each other's air. "I don't think he'd appreciate me ravishing his little sister in mid air."
Ginny smirked and leaved even closer. "Somehow I think Ron would kill you for ravishing me wherever we were, Mr. Potter."
Ginny winked at him again, swerving her broom in the opposite direction and speeding off. It didn't take him long to catch up and she turned and gave him a playful smile before heading into a dive.
She knew that when Ron had come up with the idea, he had thought it ingenious, and Ginny and Harry had certainly not disagreed, although for slightly different reasons. Harry needed a new challenge, Ron wasn't sure what on earth could improve his game any more than a snitch that could think. And Ginny wasn't exactly upset with the idea of being a human snitch. If Harry Potter wanted to play chase with her, she was more than welcome to have him catch her.
"Gotcha." His breath was in her ear before she even realised she was caught. His arm had banded around her waist and she was sitting on his broom, facing him before she'd even realised he had moved her. She was still clutching her broom, but that wasn't really at the forefront of her mind.
They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like a century. His breath was lightly tickling her lips and she couldn't help but dart her tongue over them, licking some moisture on them. And then she smiled. Harry had groaned, and there was nothing she liked more than making him squirm. Especially when that squirming happened while she was practically on his lap.
* * *
Okay, Harry breath. That's it, just keep breathing. He tried to make the air move in and out of his lungs, but there was something stopping him. She had red hair, sparkling eyes, a gorgeous smile and she was currently sitting on his lap, face inches away from his and she was licking her lips.
He knew she had heard, or likely felt, him groan, given her close proximity. He was trying to make the thoughts in his head cooperate with him, but they seemed to have gone on strike the minute she had strated to grind against him. Yes, Ginny Weasley was grinding against him and licking her lips. All in all, Harry could have considered himself in heaven, or hell if he brought in the fact that her brother was standing below them. Watching. And wasn't that his voice calling his name?
"Oi! Harry!"
"What?" Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he sounded more like a girl given the pitch his voice had taken. "What?" He tried again, glad to hear his own voice coming from his lips. But if Ginny didn't stop what she was doing, then that wasn't likely to last very long.
"Harry, you were meant to catch her, but you didn't have to pull her off her broom!" Ron shouted and Harry wasn't sure whether or not Ron sounded angry. After all, he was sitting in mid air with Ron's sister grinding against him. And she really needed to stop doing that!
He pulled the arm around her lower waist closer to him in an attempt to make her stop moving, but the fact that she was now nose to nose with him didn't seem to have helped his resolve not to just take her there and then.
"I know you love Quidditch mate, but you're getting a little into it up there!"
Harry groaned at Ron's words while Ginny snickered.
"Think I should tell him just how." She smirked and glanced down at his lap for a moment. "Into it you're getting."
"Not unless you want him to kill me."
"Well." she mockingly considered it for a moment.
"Come on, Gin," he said huskily, (was that really his voice?). "You know you'd miss me. Besides, without me, you'd never be branded that scarlet woman you're so anxious to become."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Well, let me see." She was leaning closer, although Harry wasn't sure how that was possible since she was pressed right up against him. Just as her lips were so close he could almost taste them, he nearly dropped her.
"Get off the bloody pitch Malfoy!"
They both groaned simultaneously and rolled their eyes. Glancing down to the pitch below them, they could see that Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team had made their way onto the pitch, brooms in hand.
"I don't care if Snape signed for you to use the field! We booked the pitch!"
"We should go down." Ginny said softly, and although he knew she was right, he had never wanted to kill Draco Malfoy quite so much. And that was saying something.
She made a move to get off his broom and back onto hers, but he held on tight. She turned to him questioningly and he wagged his eyebrows before taking off towards the ground, her giggles in his ear as the force of their movement caused her to press closer. He groaned again.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
By the time they had reached Ron, the rest of the team had joined them on the ground and he placed Ginny back on her feet, ignoring the smile on Colin Creevey's face. He and Ginny walked to Ron's side, ready t hold him back should he make a move to hit Malfoy; something that was looking increasingly likely at the moment.
"We have a match as well. In fact it would be the same one; you know where we beat you."
Draco sneered. "I don't think so. We have a new team this year, Weasel and with me as Captain, you don't stand a chance." Malfoy stepped closer and smirked. "Besides, I think the pitch will be put to better use with us practicing than with Potter groping your sister."
Harry wasn't sure who was most angry. He was furious, despite his blush. Ginny was bright red and he knew it wasn't all embarrassment and Ron was irate at the insinuation, which in all fairness was pretty much correct - not that he knew that.
"You had better shut up, Malfoy!"
"Or what?"
Before Ron could answer, punch, or start belching slugs again, Harry and Ginny each grabbed a hold of one of his arms. He struggled slightly but turned to look at Harry.
"Leave it, Ron," Harry said as he took a deep breath. "We're ready and we'll beat them. Let them have the pitch and give the team an early night."
Harry wasn't sure how it was possible, but Malfoy's smirk seemed to get bigger. "Yes, I'm sure Potter would love to have an early night with your sister."
Harry wasn't sure who was more shocked; him, Ron or Malfoy himself. But either way, Malfoy had gone down like a log and at a guess, his's eye would be so swollen by the weekend that he's be lucky to see the snitch if it was sitting on his nose.
Harry tried not to smirk, but he couldn't help it. He looked at the rest of the team and he knew that they too had etched the image into their memories. And he knew one more thing. He would make sure he never pissed off Ginny Weasley.
* * *
Ginny paced back and forward in the small changing room. She felt like a caged animal, but she was one of the only two girls on the team this year, and despite the fact that Emma Locket had already changed and left, the room still felt too small.
She glanced at her hand again. It was beginning to swell and she cursed as pain coursed through it when she tried to move it a little. She would have picked up her wand and cast a healing spell, but she had used her wand hand to punch the ugly smirk from Malfoy's face.
She heard a gabble of voices in the hallway, and knew that the rest of the team was leaving as well. At least most of them were.
She smiled and moved to the door, running quickly across the room and into the boys changing rooms before her brother could look back and see her. The room was almost smoky with the amount of steam that had come from the showers, and it took a moment for Ginny to focus. But when she did, she knew that what she saw would remain with her until her dying day. Harry Potter. No, correction; wet Harry Potter. In a towel. No, correction, holding a towel. Naked.
* * *
Harry couldn't see. His glasses were on the bench to his left, but they were all but useless in the steam. He was sure he had heard the door open, and the small gasp he heard confirmed the fact. He was no longer alone.
However, there was something he had been studying for a long time now, and that something was Ginny Weasley. And he had been studying her more closely of late, and he knew what she sounded like when she gasped. And he had just heard it again.
He tried to focus, he tried to remember that Ron could decide he had forgot something and return at any moment, he ever tried to focus on putting his towel back in place. But his hand and his brain were no longer working on the same page and all he could do was stare at the blurry figure before him.
"Hi," she said in a timid voice, finally breaking the silence.
"Hi." (There is was again, that husky voice that he didn't remember acquiring anywhere before today)
"Er.I, eh, I mean, I."
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed.
"And what is so funny!"
He could tell from the tone in her voice that she was annoyed at him and he smiled widely, because he could also tell, despite his blurred vision that she had moved towards him and was standing so close that all he had to do was reach out and grab her and she would be right in front of him, pressed against him. So he did.
She let out a squeal of surprise and Harry smiled. "What's so funny, Miss Weasley," he paused, leaning a little closer, hearing her breathing get shallower. "Is that even though I can hardly see a thing, I know exactly what look you had on your face when you came in."
"Is that so?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "And what about now? Can you tell now?"
"I think so." Harry forgot to be nervous or shy and closed the small gap between them, claiming her mouth with an intensity that startled even him. Ginny opened her mouth slightly in surprise and he seized the moment, gently working his tongue into her mouth. As he deepened the kiss, he felt Ginny give in, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, almost as if she wanted them to become one person. And Harry didn't mind one bit.
He wasn't sure how he knew what to do, but with skill and speed he could only have developed from years of Quidditch, he was able to manoeuvre them back against the wall without breaking the kiss, or opening his eyes (not that it would have done any good without his glasses anyway).
Ginny's back hit the wall a little harder than he had intended and what little breath she was able to get whilst kissing him, was knocked out of her. Harry stared into her eyes, wishing, not for the first time, that he could focus on them more. Wishing he could see the intensity and lust that he knew he would, and dare he even think it, wishing he could see love there as well. But he wasn't given long to ponder on the idea as Ginny pulled him back against her and kissed him so hard that his only thought was that he wanted to keep kissing her for the rest of his life.
* * *
Ginny wasn't sure how it had happened, but she was pretty convinced that her school robe was pooled at her feet and her shirt was almost on its merry way to joining it. She couldn't get enough of him, she didn't want to ever get enough, she wanted more.
Harry paused for a moment and she moaned, a noise that she would never have guessed to come from her except that Harry was the only other person in the room, and he had definitely been growling at the time. She glanced into his eyes and could see the strain in his face.
"We should stop," he ground out.
"Why?" Ginny couldn't help the fear that gripped her. He didn't want her.
"Because if we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop at all."
Oh!
"And," he continued. "It shouldn't be like this. Not the first time. You deserve romance and flowers and everything. You deserve the world." He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his hand. He stared at her with so much intensity that it almost scared her. Almost because she knew her eyes reflected the same thing. But he couldn't see it.
Frowning, she reached out a hand to where she had spotted his glasses on entering and picked them up, placing them gently on his face. His pupils moved as his eyes focussed and he took in the sight of her.
"You're beautiful," he said, almost reverently and Ginny felt tears pooling in her eyes.
"So are you," she whispered and went up onto her tiptoes to kiss him gently.
He smiled at her and she shivered as his hands moved down her shoulders, over her breasts and to the bottom of her shirt, where they started to fasten the buttons again. A few moments later, they were both fully dressed; Ginny having turned away with a blush as Harry donned his clothes, despite what they had almost been about to do a few moments earlier.
She felt her cheeks redden as images flooded her mind. She wanted to tell him to forget about everything and just get back to what they were doing, but she knew he was right. She had always lived in a fantasy where romance was concerned and she knew, deep down, that she wanted all those things he had said. But he needn't have worried about the last one. He had already given her the world. He was her world.
"So, Miss Weasley," he whispered in her ear as they walked back through the castle, entering the common room hand in hand. "Does this mean you're still going to play hard to get? Are you still my snitch?"
She smiled and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "I'll keep running if you keep chasing."
"Always." He smiled and Ginny couldn't help it, she grabbed his tie and tugged him against her, ignoring the rest of the full common room, especially her brother. She smiled back and kissed him.
* * *
End of Part Four
I know, I know, it really started to hit the steam there and I pulled it
back! Eek! I have no idea how I'm going to top this one in part five
without some full blown smut! Then again, given what the title is. ;-p
Yes, I had to have Draco here! It might only have been a cameo, but he's still here! And there is an outtake where Draco and Ginny run off together and have lots of babies.oh, wait, no that's just my Draco muse trying to
turn the situation to his advantage.
Okay, a prize to the person who can find the reference to another of my Harry Potter fics in here! First person to get it and the fic right gets to
choose the next fic I update!
Look out for Part Five, Myrtle's Not The Only One That.
By Kyizi
Disclaimer: The characters belong to J.K. Rowling, not me. This story is mine though.
Rating: PG-13, but the innuendo is just getting.bad! This part might even end up verging on R, but likely it's not, cause I'm a wuss! ;-p
Pairing: H/G
Notes: Sorry it took so long! I had about five false starts because I wasn't quite sure where the heck I wanted to go with this one! Hope you like the final outcome!
Feedback: As always, I love feedback :)
Email: kyizifanfic@hotmail.com
Yahoo ! Group : KyiziFic
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Part Four
Giving Chase
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Ginny smirked and ran a hand through her hair. She glanced sidelong and Harry and when he caught her eye, she winked. He tried to glare at her and focus on what exactly it was that Ron was telling them, but there was a grin slowly forming on his face.
"Now, I know I'm not up there with you, but I have been and I know what it's like. You need to keep your hands tightly on your broomsticks. A good firm grip, and you'll be fine, whatever the weather."
Ginny inched towards Harry and stopped, her mouth by his ear. "You hear that, Harry? A nice strong grip on your.broomstick."
Harry snorted, quickly turning it into a cough. Colin Creevey, however, was less successful. Ginny hadn't realised he had been standing so close to them, but the fact that had almost choked on his tongue had proven otherwise. She smiled sweetly at him and tried to ignore the shaking of Harry's shoulders. He was laughing at her.
"Ginny!"
She turned to her brother and smiled innocently. "Yes?"
"Will you please pay attention? We have our first match against Slytherin in a week, there's no time to be messing about!"
Ginny rolled her eyes. For a Captain who didn't actually play on the team, Ron was pernickety when it came to practice. She knew he would rather be playing, but the truth was, he wasn't as good as the other players, and he knew it. However, when it came to strategies, Ron won hands down.
"Okay, now get up there and practice. Ginny, I want you to work with Harry on those moves we were talking about. You're doing great at the moment, so Colin and Dennis can work together for a while." Ginny nodded and tried not to smile too obviously as she took off.
The wind whipped through her hair as she flew above Ron, further away from reality and closer to the fantasy that she had created since returning to school. When they were in the air, she and Harry were free to be what ever they wanted, to do whatever they wanted and that usually involved bating each other to the pint where Ginny was ready to jump him bones, no matter the fact that they were fifty feet in the air and her brother would be watching. Then again, Ron's affinity with clueless ness seemed to stretch to the fact that his best friend kept mentally undressing his sister whenever she was in his vision, and she did it right back.
"You seem.distracted, Gin, whatever could be the reason for that?"
She turned her broom to face him, well aware that the twinkle in his eyes was making her heart almost beat out of her chest. "I don't know. Care to give me a reason?"
"Now?" Harry asked in mock horror. "What would your brother say?" He inched his broom so close that she was pretty sure they were breathing each other's air. "I don't think he'd appreciate me ravishing his little sister in mid air."
Ginny smirked and leaved even closer. "Somehow I think Ron would kill you for ravishing me wherever we were, Mr. Potter."
Ginny winked at him again, swerving her broom in the opposite direction and speeding off. It didn't take him long to catch up and she turned and gave him a playful smile before heading into a dive.
She knew that when Ron had come up with the idea, he had thought it ingenious, and Ginny and Harry had certainly not disagreed, although for slightly different reasons. Harry needed a new challenge, Ron wasn't sure what on earth could improve his game any more than a snitch that could think. And Ginny wasn't exactly upset with the idea of being a human snitch. If Harry Potter wanted to play chase with her, she was more than welcome to have him catch her.
"Gotcha." His breath was in her ear before she even realised she was caught. His arm had banded around her waist and she was sitting on his broom, facing him before she'd even realised he had moved her. She was still clutching her broom, but that wasn't really at the forefront of her mind.
They stared into each other's eyes for what seemed like a century. His breath was lightly tickling her lips and she couldn't help but dart her tongue over them, licking some moisture on them. And then she smiled. Harry had groaned, and there was nothing she liked more than making him squirm. Especially when that squirming happened while she was practically on his lap.
* * *
Okay, Harry breath. That's it, just keep breathing. He tried to make the air move in and out of his lungs, but there was something stopping him. She had red hair, sparkling eyes, a gorgeous smile and she was currently sitting on his lap, face inches away from his and she was licking her lips.
He knew she had heard, or likely felt, him groan, given her close proximity. He was trying to make the thoughts in his head cooperate with him, but they seemed to have gone on strike the minute she had strated to grind against him. Yes, Ginny Weasley was grinding against him and licking her lips. All in all, Harry could have considered himself in heaven, or hell if he brought in the fact that her brother was standing below them. Watching. And wasn't that his voice calling his name?
"Oi! Harry!"
"What?" Harry wasn't sure, but he thought he sounded more like a girl given the pitch his voice had taken. "What?" He tried again, glad to hear his own voice coming from his lips. But if Ginny didn't stop what she was doing, then that wasn't likely to last very long.
"Harry, you were meant to catch her, but you didn't have to pull her off her broom!" Ron shouted and Harry wasn't sure whether or not Ron sounded angry. After all, he was sitting in mid air with Ron's sister grinding against him. And she really needed to stop doing that!
He pulled the arm around her lower waist closer to him in an attempt to make her stop moving, but the fact that she was now nose to nose with him didn't seem to have helped his resolve not to just take her there and then.
"I know you love Quidditch mate, but you're getting a little into it up there!"
Harry groaned at Ron's words while Ginny snickered.
"Think I should tell him just how." She smirked and glanced down at his lap for a moment. "Into it you're getting."
"Not unless you want him to kill me."
"Well." she mockingly considered it for a moment.
"Come on, Gin," he said huskily, (was that really his voice?). "You know you'd miss me. Besides, without me, you'd never be branded that scarlet woman you're so anxious to become."
Ginny raised an eyebrow. "Well, let me see." She was leaning closer, although Harry wasn't sure how that was possible since she was pressed right up against him. Just as her lips were so close he could almost taste them, he nearly dropped her.
"Get off the bloody pitch Malfoy!"
They both groaned simultaneously and rolled their eyes. Glancing down to the pitch below them, they could see that Draco Malfoy and the rest of the Slytherin team had made their way onto the pitch, brooms in hand.
"I don't care if Snape signed for you to use the field! We booked the pitch!"
"We should go down." Ginny said softly, and although he knew she was right, he had never wanted to kill Draco Malfoy quite so much. And that was saying something.
She made a move to get off his broom and back onto hers, but he held on tight. She turned to him questioningly and he wagged his eyebrows before taking off towards the ground, her giggles in his ear as the force of their movement caused her to press closer. He groaned again.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
By the time they had reached Ron, the rest of the team had joined them on the ground and he placed Ginny back on her feet, ignoring the smile on Colin Creevey's face. He and Ginny walked to Ron's side, ready t hold him back should he make a move to hit Malfoy; something that was looking increasingly likely at the moment.
"We have a match as well. In fact it would be the same one; you know where we beat you."
Draco sneered. "I don't think so. We have a new team this year, Weasel and with me as Captain, you don't stand a chance." Malfoy stepped closer and smirked. "Besides, I think the pitch will be put to better use with us practicing than with Potter groping your sister."
Harry wasn't sure who was most angry. He was furious, despite his blush. Ginny was bright red and he knew it wasn't all embarrassment and Ron was irate at the insinuation, which in all fairness was pretty much correct - not that he knew that.
"You had better shut up, Malfoy!"
"Or what?"
Before Ron could answer, punch, or start belching slugs again, Harry and Ginny each grabbed a hold of one of his arms. He struggled slightly but turned to look at Harry.
"Leave it, Ron," Harry said as he took a deep breath. "We're ready and we'll beat them. Let them have the pitch and give the team an early night."
Harry wasn't sure how it was possible, but Malfoy's smirk seemed to get bigger. "Yes, I'm sure Potter would love to have an early night with your sister."
Harry wasn't sure who was more shocked; him, Ron or Malfoy himself. But either way, Malfoy had gone down like a log and at a guess, his's eye would be so swollen by the weekend that he's be lucky to see the snitch if it was sitting on his nose.
Harry tried not to smirk, but he couldn't help it. He looked at the rest of the team and he knew that they too had etched the image into their memories. And he knew one more thing. He would make sure he never pissed off Ginny Weasley.
* * *
Ginny paced back and forward in the small changing room. She felt like a caged animal, but she was one of the only two girls on the team this year, and despite the fact that Emma Locket had already changed and left, the room still felt too small.
She glanced at her hand again. It was beginning to swell and she cursed as pain coursed through it when she tried to move it a little. She would have picked up her wand and cast a healing spell, but she had used her wand hand to punch the ugly smirk from Malfoy's face.
She heard a gabble of voices in the hallway, and knew that the rest of the team was leaving as well. At least most of them were.
She smiled and moved to the door, running quickly across the room and into the boys changing rooms before her brother could look back and see her. The room was almost smoky with the amount of steam that had come from the showers, and it took a moment for Ginny to focus. But when she did, she knew that what she saw would remain with her until her dying day. Harry Potter. No, correction; wet Harry Potter. In a towel. No, correction, holding a towel. Naked.
* * *
Harry couldn't see. His glasses were on the bench to his left, but they were all but useless in the steam. He was sure he had heard the door open, and the small gasp he heard confirmed the fact. He was no longer alone.
However, there was something he had been studying for a long time now, and that something was Ginny Weasley. And he had been studying her more closely of late, and he knew what she sounded like when she gasped. And he had just heard it again.
He tried to focus, he tried to remember that Ron could decide he had forgot something and return at any moment, he ever tried to focus on putting his towel back in place. But his hand and his brain were no longer working on the same page and all he could do was stare at the blurry figure before him.
"Hi," she said in a timid voice, finally breaking the silence.
"Hi." (There is was again, that husky voice that he didn't remember acquiring anywhere before today)
"Er.I, eh, I mean, I."
Harry couldn't help it, he laughed.
"And what is so funny!"
He could tell from the tone in her voice that she was annoyed at him and he smiled widely, because he could also tell, despite his blurred vision that she had moved towards him and was standing so close that all he had to do was reach out and grab her and she would be right in front of him, pressed against him. So he did.
She let out a squeal of surprise and Harry smiled. "What's so funny, Miss Weasley," he paused, leaning a little closer, hearing her breathing get shallower. "Is that even though I can hardly see a thing, I know exactly what look you had on your face when you came in."
"Is that so?" she asked, almost in a whisper. "And what about now? Can you tell now?"
"I think so." Harry forgot to be nervous or shy and closed the small gap between them, claiming her mouth with an intensity that startled even him. Ginny opened her mouth slightly in surprise and he seized the moment, gently working his tongue into her mouth. As he deepened the kiss, he felt Ginny give in, wrapping her arms around his neck, trying to pull him closer, almost as if she wanted them to become one person. And Harry didn't mind one bit.
He wasn't sure how he knew what to do, but with skill and speed he could only have developed from years of Quidditch, he was able to manoeuvre them back against the wall without breaking the kiss, or opening his eyes (not that it would have done any good without his glasses anyway).
Ginny's back hit the wall a little harder than he had intended and what little breath she was able to get whilst kissing him, was knocked out of her. Harry stared into her eyes, wishing, not for the first time, that he could focus on them more. Wishing he could see the intensity and lust that he knew he would, and dare he even think it, wishing he could see love there as well. But he wasn't given long to ponder on the idea as Ginny pulled him back against her and kissed him so hard that his only thought was that he wanted to keep kissing her for the rest of his life.
* * *
Ginny wasn't sure how it had happened, but she was pretty convinced that her school robe was pooled at her feet and her shirt was almost on its merry way to joining it. She couldn't get enough of him, she didn't want to ever get enough, she wanted more.
Harry paused for a moment and she moaned, a noise that she would never have guessed to come from her except that Harry was the only other person in the room, and he had definitely been growling at the time. She glanced into his eyes and could see the strain in his face.
"We should stop," he ground out.
"Why?" Ginny couldn't help the fear that gripped her. He didn't want her.
"Because if we don't stop now, I won't be able to stop at all."
Oh!
"And," he continued. "It shouldn't be like this. Not the first time. You deserve romance and flowers and everything. You deserve the world." He cupped her cheek and she leaned into his hand. He stared at her with so much intensity that it almost scared her. Almost because she knew her eyes reflected the same thing. But he couldn't see it.
Frowning, she reached out a hand to where she had spotted his glasses on entering and picked them up, placing them gently on his face. His pupils moved as his eyes focussed and he took in the sight of her.
"You're beautiful," he said, almost reverently and Ginny felt tears pooling in her eyes.
"So are you," she whispered and went up onto her tiptoes to kiss him gently.
He smiled at her and she shivered as his hands moved down her shoulders, over her breasts and to the bottom of her shirt, where they started to fasten the buttons again. A few moments later, they were both fully dressed; Ginny having turned away with a blush as Harry donned his clothes, despite what they had almost been about to do a few moments earlier.
She felt her cheeks redden as images flooded her mind. She wanted to tell him to forget about everything and just get back to what they were doing, but she knew he was right. She had always lived in a fantasy where romance was concerned and she knew, deep down, that she wanted all those things he had said. But he needn't have worried about the last one. He had already given her the world. He was her world.
"So, Miss Weasley," he whispered in her ear as they walked back through the castle, entering the common room hand in hand. "Does this mean you're still going to play hard to get? Are you still my snitch?"
She smiled and looked at him from under her eyelashes. "I'll keep running if you keep chasing."
"Always." He smiled and Ginny couldn't help it, she grabbed his tie and tugged him against her, ignoring the rest of the full common room, especially her brother. She smiled back and kissed him.
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End of Part Four
I know, I know, it really started to hit the steam there and I pulled it
back! Eek! I have no idea how I'm going to top this one in part five
without some full blown smut! Then again, given what the title is. ;-p
Yes, I had to have Draco here! It might only have been a cameo, but he's still here! And there is an outtake where Draco and Ginny run off together and have lots of babies.oh, wait, no that's just my Draco muse trying to
turn the situation to his advantage.
Okay, a prize to the person who can find the reference to another of my Harry Potter fics in here! First person to get it and the fic right gets to
choose the next fic I update!
Look out for Part Five, Myrtle's Not The Only One That.