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Chapter 3 - Anarchy in the (Club) UK

He was surprised that Ginny invited him to MHEM's office party. He thought it was awfully nice of her to make him feel welcome in Melbourne. He hasn't been around the clubbing scene that much.

Except for that night in Goldfingers.

Damn pinchers.

He walked into Club UK, a small pub with wall-to-wall pictures of British musicians, politicians, and sportsmen. The music wasn't so bad either, Harry thought, as "Satisfaction" by the Rolling Stones blared from the speakers. He squeezed through numerous people and made his way to the bar.

"You alright mate?"

"A pint of Guinness, thanks." Harry answered.

The barman promptly gave him his order, and was about to give him Muggle money when, "Wizard money tonight, mate."

Harry smiled. He paid the barman a few knuts and went off to look for Ginny.

It didn't take him long to find her. He saw Ginny sitting on a stool, wearing a short black dress that had a low neckline and ended just above her knees and high-heeled sandals. She looked absolutely gorgeous, with her long, red hair cascading down her back. Standing beside her is an attractive brunette. They were laughing, watching the people on the dance floor, and talking animatedly.

Harry stood there, mesmerized. He had never seen Ginny looking so grown up, womanly, and…

Sexy.

No, no, no! Harry shook his head. I can't possibly think of Ginny that way.

She is so hot!

Shut up!

Before Harry could contemplate any further, he saw two men walking towards Ginny and her friend. Ginny looked rather uncomfortable while her friend didn't mind the attention at all. Harry decided it was the best time to approach them.

"Harry!" Ginny screamed, relieved.

"Hey, Gin." Harry smiled and kissed her on the cheek. The man talking to Ginny frowned.

"Oh, hello there," the brunette crooned.

Ginny glared at Sharon. "Harry, this is my friend Sharon Cornwell. Sharon, Harry Potter."

"Finally met you, Harry. Ginny said an awful lot about you." Sharon looked at him appreciatively.

Harry laughed nervously.

"Aren't you going to introduce us?" The man with Sharon asked.

"Oh, and these are Mark Webster and Peter Goode," Ginny rolling her eyes.

The man named Mark laughed. "Peter, Peter, Peter! How in the world are you going to compete, huh? With the great Harry Potter at that?" Ha ha!"

Harry raised an eyebrow. "Compete?"

Mark nodded, and added drunkenly, "Peter's been trying to pin ol' Virginia there for quite sometime now."

Peter scowled and left, obviously embarrassed. Ginny, on the other hand, was fuming. Sharon, sensing that Ginny was about to lose her temper, quickly grabbed Mark.

"Um, ha ha… he's a bit drunk… nice meeting you, Harry." Sharon left, dragging Mark with her.

Harry finished off his pint and carefully sat down next to Ginny, very much aware that he can be at the receiving end of her God awful temper.

Ginny was breathing rather hard, trying to regain some composure. After a while, she looked up and saw Harry staring at her.

"Harry…"

"Hmm?"

"Sorry about that."

"Not your fault. It's okay."

"I can't stand those two! They're so rude! I don't know what Shaz sees in Mark anyway," Ginny fumed.

"Yeah, you can say that," Harry offered calmly.

"I especially can't stand that Peter Goode! From the moment he started to work at MHEM, he gave me nothing but grief!" Ginny continued.

"You mean he wasn't originally a professor there?" Harry asked.

Ginny shook her head. "No, he actually moved from England. Nobody has any idea what he did back then. The only thing we know is that he's got high connections within the school, that's why he got the highly coveted position of DADA professor."

"Sounds like somebody I know," Harry grinned.

Ginny smiled an understood. "Malfoy?"

"Yup." Harry laugh.

Ginny shook her head and laughed. "I swear, I'm being chased by idiots everywhere I go."

"Surely you don't think I'm an idiot?" Harry asked jokingly.

Ginny gave him a sweet smile. "You know you're not an idiot, Harry."

Harry's heart skipped a beat. He could not believe that a simple smile from Ginny Weasley would make him feel giddy. He felt like a schoolboy again, not the confident 26 year-old he grew up to be. Ginny had always been Ron's younger sister, but she became a friend a long time ago. Just that, a friend. It was only during Ron and Hermione's wedding that Harry started to see her as a beautiful, confident, and sexy woman . He thought the circumstances were too complicated to pursue any further, but fate had other plans. He got offered a position in the Australian Quidditch League and he gladly took it. If he was being honest with himself, part of the reason why he accepted the position was that he would be able to see Ginny again.

He was not expecting anything, but now...

Do I have a chance?

Ginny didn't notice Harry's inner battle. "Good thing you didn't get lost. I was a bit worried to be honest,"

"Nah, it's not too hard to get around." Harry answered smoothly amidst his inner conflict. " Just apparated in the nearest alleyway. Asked Evan for directions."

Ginny suddenly remembered something. "Oh, speaking of Evan, how was Goldfingers?"

Harry suddenly blushed. "Um… well… um…"

Ginny giggled. "No need to be embarrassed, Harry. Surely it's nothing you haven't seen before."

Ginny could've sworn she heard Harry mutter, "Damn pinchers."

Ginny, unable to control herself, laughed out loud. "It is pretty amazing isn't it?"

Harry looked up, still embarrassed. "What?"

"Pinchers," Ginny said, eyes gleaming mischievously.

Harry laughed. "Honestly, Ginny. I don't know how you know about pinchers, but..."

Ginny raised an eyebrow, smiling. "Yes?"

Harry continued. " I have had my share of strip clubs... most of which are your brother's influence... please don't tell Hermione!" He added hurriedly.

Ginny laughed.

"Anyway, " Harry continued. "Never in my entire life was I confronted by a half naked woman who suddenly pinched me on my arse..." Harry grimaced at the memory.

Ginny openly laughed. "Oh, Harry... women have a thing for nice bums you know that? She was probably just openly showing her appreciation for you." She placed her hand on her thigh.

Yep, Ginny's sure all grown up…

And sexy…

And confident...

Damn!

"Besides," Ginny smiled cheekily. "You're pretty lucky it was just your bum... one of the guys from work got pinched on his..." Ginny waggled her eyebrows.

"What?!?" Harry exclaimed. "Geez..."

Ginny laughed and stood up. "I'm off to the bar to get a drink. You want anything?"

Harry looked at his now empty pint. "I'll buy. Just sit tight and I'll get you something. What do you drink?"

Ginny gave it some thought. "Hmm, don't feel like another butterbeer… how about some tequila shots between us?"

Harry raised an eyebrow and in mock outrage, said "Ginny Weasley! Surely you're not thinking of getting pissed now, do you?"

Ginny, feeling a bit more confident than usual, leaned closer to Harry and said in a flirtatious manner, "Knowing I'm with you tonight, I don't mind if I do."

Harry eyes grew wide, knowing very well the underlying meaning of what Ginny said. Before he could do anything stupid, he hurriedly went to the bar to get their drinks.

Ginny was dumbfounded. Where the hell did that come from?

Must be the butterbeers.

Oh, please! A butterbeer?

Um, make that 3 butterbeers…

…And a pint of mead…

Oh well, no harm done. I'm sure Harry liked it… he looked like he liked it… didn't he?

Ginny sat back down on the stool and thought about the turn of events when he felt two hands grasping her waist from behind.

"Har…"

"It's me."

Ginny's eyes grew wide in shock and disgust.

"Peter."

"You looked very cosy with Potter," Peter whispered in her ear. He was so close to Ginny that she could smell the alcohol from his breath. She could also feel his hands trying to roam across her chest. She could also feel him rudely pressing against her.

Oh God, help me...

"Peter, keep away from me or I swear I'll…"

"You'll what?" Peter hissed in her ear. "I know you want to Gin. Typical woman who likes to play games... saying she doesn't want but absolutely begging for it. I've seen you with Potter. Flirting outrageously. Come on… I know you want to…"

Then Peter did something that made Ginny shudder in fear and utter disgust.

"Peter, GET OFF ME!" Ginny screamed loud enough for everyone in the club to hear.

"Stupefy!"

Ginny then felt Peter freeze behind him and fall with a thud to the ground. She looked up and saw Harry with his wand pointed at Peter.

"Harry," Ginny said softly.

Harry approached her carefully. "Gin, are you okay?"

Ginny began to shake. God, she's crying. He was about to put his arms around Ginny to comfort her when all of a sudden Ginny stood up.

She then proceeded to kick an already stupefied Peter.

"Damn you! You ignorant, selfish, filthy bastard!"

Ginny kicked and stomped at Peter, shouting obscenities that Harry nor the rest of Ginny's work mates never knew she could say.

Whoa... this is a surprise...

Ginny collapsed on a stool, obviously spent. She was breathing hard, still seething with rage. It was only after a few moments that she realized that the whole club was quiet, the music stopped playing, and everyone was looking at her. She suddenly felt embarrassed.

"Um… hi?"

Everyone in the club laughed and applauded Ginny.

Ginny looked at everyone in amazement. All her workmates gathered around her and praised her for what she had done.

"Good one mate!"

"The idiot had it coming!"

"He deserved it!"

Sharon came running to Ginny and hugged her. "Oh God! Ginny! Are you alright?"

Ginny hugged Sharon back rather awkwardly. "Yeah, yeah I'm fine."

Sharon turned to Harry. "How could I ever thank you, Harry?"

"That's alright."

Sharon looked down at Peter, who was still lying on the floor unconscious. "You did quite a number on him, Gin. You've got a pretty nice kick, doll."

Ginny ran her hand through her mused up hair. "I could kick him all night, Shaz. But then I remember I could do something more worthwhile than that." She looked at Harry meaningfully.

"Shazza! Where are you, luv?"

"Oops, duty calls!" Sharon said cheekily. "I'll see you later, doll. Take care of her, Harry."

"Shaz! Wait up!" Ginny called.

"Yeah?"

"Why Mark?" He's a real chauvinistic pig!"

"Why not? We're after the same thing anyway."

"Which is?" Harry asked.

"Why, a real good shag, of course!" Sharon winked. "See you later!"

Sharon walked off, leaving Ginny and Harry alone. A couple of bouncers picked up Peter and sent him home.

"That Sharon's something, huh?" Harry said.

"She is something alright. Never lets an opportunity get away, that one."

"You mean…" Harry made a gesture.

Ginny laughed. "Yep, that's the one."

"So, what are we to do now?" Harry asked.

Ginny grinned. "Well, party of course!"

***

It's 2 am and the party is still in full swing. Almost everyone in the club was blind drunk, and Ginny was no exception.

"Harry! Let's dance!"

Harry was still pretty much sober, for Ginny's sake. He's worried about what's going to happen if both of them ended up like a drunk lizard.

The music was still blaring loudly from the speakers. Ginny pulled Harry to the dance floor and started to gyrate sexily in front of him.

Ginny, unable to steady herself, wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and continued to move.

Harry was being a gentleman for the past 3 hours. He knows that Ginny is acting under the influence, but it's not making it easier for him to resist her. If anything, it's helping…

Think of anything else... not Ginny pressing against you...

The woman is going to give us a heart attack...

Professor McGonagall in a bikini... Professor Snape in a bikini...

Yuck! That's just disgusting!

Well, it helped cool you ardour, didn't it?

Harry never thought that he would resort to thinking about his former professors wearing bikinis to keep himself from ravishing Ginny in the middle of the dance floor. Ginny's effect on him was just so strong. It stirred something in him that he never knew existed. He had been with other women before, but never had he felt like he was going to spontaneously combust by the sheer heat and want for the woman dancing so closely to him.

Harry was so caught up by his musings that he did not even notice the music changing into something slow and sweet. In keeping with the British theme, the DJ decided to play "Something" by the Beatles. Ginny pressed herself even closer to Harry, her hands and head placed against his chest. Harry settled himself against her by wrapping his arms around her and leaning his chin on her head. They slowly moved to the song.

Something in the way she moves

Attracts me like no other lover

Something in the way she moves me

I don't want to leave her now…

The song was tantalizing. Without either of them realizing it, they were gazing deeply into each other's eyes. Harry felt Ginny hands run up his hair, pulling him towards her…

He felt her lips on his… moving slowly, tasting him affectionately.

Harry inhaled a sharp intake of breath. All of a sudden, he was completely unaware of everything around them. He was completely focused on Ginny. Ginny's lips were the only sensation that he could feel at the moment. This was everything that he imagined it to be. No, he thought, this is so much better.

As soon as it happened, it stopped. Harry looked into Ginny's eyes. It sparkled, telling him something clearly without any words. Harry, as tempted as he was, thought Ginny had enough and took her home.

***

Harry and Ginny arrived at her flat a few minutes later. Ginny was staggering around the flat, but still sexily for Harry's benefit. Ginny went to her bedroom, tripped over her bed, and giggled slightly.

"Harry… come here."

Harry followed Ginny cautiously. As much as he wanted this to happen, it was all too soon. He couldn't do this to Ginny. Not when she's drunk.

As soon as Harry was within Ginny's reach, she grabbed him and pulled him to her bed. Ginny started kissing him madly, not holding anything back. Harry groaned, knowing fully well that if this goes on, he won't be able to control himself. He wanted this so bad…

"Ginny," Harry hissed.

"Harry… you know you want to…" Ginny teased.

Harry kissed Ginny with equal fervour. Ginny moaned. That was his undoing. Harry rolled Ginny over so she was on top.

"Gin…"

No answer.

"Gin?"

Harry shook her.

Still no answer.

"Gin?" Harry was worried. When he rolled Ginny unto her back…

"Damn!"

Ginny fell asleep.

Harry chuckled. The whole thing was so damn funny, even if it left Harry in want.

"I guess you're not ready for this yet," Harry whispered.

He laid Ginny on the bed, pulled the covers over her.

Harry gazed at her for another time. He brushed away the hair from her face.

"Goodnight, Gin," Harry whispered, and kissed her forehead.

He stood up, and with one last look, apparated home.

A/N For your information:

The title was taken from the song "Anarchy in The UK" by The Sex Pistols

Several songs were used in this chapter, and it's as follows:

Satisfaction by the Rolling Stones

Something by the Beatles