CHEEK TO CHEEK

- Part 3 -

« Mom! Dad! I'm going out! » Harry heard Ginny say.

« Where is she going? » Harry asked Ron who was sitting in front of him, concentrating on the move he had to make. Playing chess was good, but Harry wasn't totally focused on the game this evening.

"Don't know... I stopped asking myself years ago." Ron answered.

"I can't believe you're not even worried... And you dad? And your mom? They let her going out late on the evening?"

Ron raised his head from the chess board, looking at his friend.

"You know, I think she's probably out in town with her friends. I trust her, so are my parents. She's a big girl now."

Harry wasn't convinced. "Still... This could be dangerous."

"Harry... hum... Next time, ask her where she's going. You'll see what and how she'll answer you..."

Harry buried his body in the armchair, quite sulking.

Later that evening, Harry sat on the porch, waiting for Ginny to come back home. Ok, he was protective; he always had been protective to her. He even had saved her life. Hum, ok, he had no feelings for her back then, but still, he had been there for her.

"Harry, is that you?"

Harry saw Ginny coming from the street. He stood up in hast, but didn't see the suspended pot above his head. He immediately clenched his teeth. "What an idiot!" he thought.

Ginny ran to him. "Harry, you alright?" While saying that, Ginny's foot came striking a paving stone. She flew over Harry, landing in his arms. Ginny burst into laugh. "Oh, my!" She laughed again. "What a couple we make!"

Harry smiled awkwardly while making her sit next to him.

"Are you alright?" Harry asked.

Ginny sat on the porch. "Hu, I... I... think I'm... Uh... I shouldn't have drink that last... What was that already...? Uh... vodka melon... I never stands vodka... "

Harry frowned. "Ginny, are you gonna be ill?"

Ginny smiled to him and gently taped his cheek with her palm. "Nooooo. That wouldn't be polite."

"Yeah..."

Ginny knows she really had drunk too much. She was way too friendly with Harry. But she was really enjoying Harry's company. With the help of the effect of alcohol, she began to flirt.

"Harry, do you think I'm pretty?"

"Uh?"

"Do you think I'm sexy?" And she began to sing and to dance.

Harry smiled. "You're impossible."

Ginny laughed. Oh, yes, she was drunk, she loved that feeling. And uh, the wake-up in the morning will be hard, with a very bad headache.

"Maybe, you shouldn't drink that much."

"Eh?"

"Look at you!"

"What? I'm fiiiiine." Ginny laughed but soon became serious.

"Have you ever drunk that much Harry?"

Harry honestly answered. "Nope. Never."

"What?! Never gone beyond your limit?"

"Never."

"Well, you should try once. It's fun. Ok, you'll probably ill and have a very bad headache, but you should try once."

"Well, no thanks. I don't feel like I need it."

Ginny stood up and imitated him. "No thanks."

"Oh, Harry, since when did you become such ..."

"Don't finish that sentence..."

"Such a..."

"Don't finish it."

She leaned over him and took his head between her hands.

"Such a cute guy."

Harry's eyes were wide opened. Why were all the girls doing the first step with him?

Harry was about to kiss her when she stood back not even noticing that he was going to kiss her.

"Ah, Harry! You're breaking hearts you know?"

Ginny quickly added: "Well, I really should go to bed." And she went inside.

Harry stayed there, alone, wondering if this conversation had lead to something new. He really doubted of that.

The morning or rather in the beginning of the afternoon, Ginny went down to the kitchen...

"Hi, Ginny!" Ron said.

"Lower your tone, brother." She answered.

He continued. "Ouch, had a good night?"

"Yeah... drank too much though."

"Really? I didn't notice." Ron smiled.

"Shut up."

"You don't have to be mean."

"Mhm."

"Hey Ginny, feeling better?" Harry entered the kitchen.

"No."

Harry sat in front of her and looked at her.

"I have to go get Hermione." Ron said while getting up.

When Ron was out of sight, Ginny leaned over the table. "Did we talk last night?"

"Yep."

"On the porch, right?"

"Right."

Ginny smiled. "Sorry."

Harry smiled too. "Sorry for what?"

"If I said or did something strange."

"Wow, you don't even remember?"

"Uh, a little."

"What do you remember?"

Ginny smiled. "Well, I know we... kinda... kissed... And..." She got up and sat near Harry.

Harry was taken aback. She didn't remember a single thing! She took his hand.

"You said... I was... Pretty..."

"Uh, Ginny..." Harry didn't know if he had to stop her.

"You said. " She began to sing and to dance, while bursting into laugh. "I was pretty... and I was sexy..."

Harry also burst into laugh. "My god! Ginny! You're really impossible!"

"Oh come on, Harry" She got up and pulled his hand. "Dance with me... I'm pretty... And I'm sexy".

Harry protested. There's no way, he could dance this kind of dance with her. She pulled even harder on his hand. And he stood up, wanting to keep his arm attached to his body. She began to dance near him, rubbing herself against him. Harry laughed as Ginny was making her little sexy dance. And slowly being at ease, he began to dance with her and sing along "Ok, babe, if you're pretty and sexy, I'm the one who'll make dance." Ginny laughed hysterically. She couldn't believe that Harry entered the game. And the two dance against each other, while singing they were sexy. After a few seconds, Ginny was totally impressed; she didn't know Harry as a fun dancing guy! No, it wasn't a fun dancing guy; he really was sexy when he danced. He knew how to dance these sexy dances. While she felt his hands slipping on her hips for the nth time, she turned to him, took his hands in hers and stopped.

"Harry, where did you learn to dance like that?" Ginny asked seriously.

"Uh..." Harry blushed. "I don't know... Where did YOU learn to dance like that?"

She smiled. "I don't know."

"Well, I don't know either."

They burst into laughs.

"Well, we're good!" Ginny said, while sitting.

"I agree." Harry sat next to her.

Harry could tell she was thinking but had no idea of what she was thinking.

"Do you... Do you often go clubbing?"

"Uh, often is big word... Not really often... But I went to great parties in Australia."

"Uh, no surprise you felt on this Tina's girl then."

"Why?"

"I don't know, you met her at a party?"

"Yeah, while dancing."

Ginny smiled to him. "Well, and you had no idea, Harry Honey, how sexy you were when you were dancing."

"Well, not really."

She laughed.

"Well, I'm sorry, Ginny, but I don't go dancing while saying I'm the sexy and pretty."

"Oh, are you joking about my little dance?"

"No, I like your dance. By the way, no wonder why you attract guys so much."

"I don't attract guys!"

"Come on Ginny! Max and, the slytherin and all these boys."

"All these boys?" She laughed. "Well, Harry, luckily for you, I'm not sensitive."

"And if you were?"

"I'm not."

"But if you were?"

"I don't attract all the guys Harry! I'm not going out with all the guys I dance with! I didn't go out with you!"

"True."

"We agree." Ginny said. And before she left the kitchen, she said: "If I go out tonight, will you come with me?" She gestured a sexy dance.

"Why not" threw Harry winking at her.

Harry wondered how Ginny could feel so well after the last night. Maybe it wasn't a good idea to go dancing tonight but he didn't feel like playing her father. After all, he was pretty happy to go out with her this evening. It could be fun.

/* Ok, Harry sexy? Right... Yeah, he could be sexy at 22. Next part, he'll probably be jealous and a little clumsier that in this part. And by the way, don't flame me because of the english grammar, it's not my mother tongue! Thanks! */