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Chapter 3: Professor Potter
How are ya mate? Or is it Professor Potter now? I'm most annoyed to get to know this "little" piece of information just right now. However if you hadn't told Ginny as well, I guess you've already had your share of punishment. In that case nothing's left for me as to say my congrats! Silly git. Well, let me tell you I envy you, being back in Hogwarts and all. I miss it a lot. Thinking of the training here you must have sort of a holiday. So have fun! Yeah and by the way, Hermione and I are – how to say – an item now. Not that you deserve to know right away, but I'm not you, am I? Thank God! Have to stop now, to keep Hermione from preparing an Howler for you. You're indebted to me!
Ron
Harry smirked 'Bloody time, the two of them got it! Indebted? His way of distraction would be a snogging session for sure.' He grinned while feeding Pig and then opened the window of his classroom to let the small owl out again.
His classroom - it sounded weird, even after two weeks. The first students filed in. Ginny's class – his favourite, and this wasn't for the cleverness of this students. He barely had the time to see Ginny. A glimpse of fiery red waves during dinner or the sound of her laugh in one of the corridors. But for two hours double DADA he had her within five meters, could watch her, listen to her, be near her.
He sat down in his chair leaning back lazily awaiting her appearance. Students hurried in and at last Colin Creevy turned up, dropped down and sighed in relief. Still no Ginny in sight. 'Could he just asked Colin? Nah to obvious.'
Distracted he started the lecture always glancing down on his watch. After ten minutes he was too anxious to go on and the moment he opted to approach Colin, the door swung open and she scrambled in, face flushed and stifling an giggle.
"Sorry Professor, got hold up!"
Pent up tension and worry turned into anger "Got hold up? 5 points from Gryffindor! Miss Weasley, being Head girl I'm sure you must be aware that being late is not tolerated in any classes. Despite good reasons of course and I might add 'got hold up' doesn't count for that. So would you now be so kind as to enlighten me on the reason."
All heads snapped to Ginny, who stared back dumbfounded while sitting down very slowly. Still kind of shocked she mumbled "Head girl duties."
"What?" all heads turned back to Harry.
"Head girl duties!" All eyes on her again, she answered louder than necessary.
"Please be precise."
Now Ginny glared furiously "That's all I can say." she hissed
"Well, that is detention for today. 8 o'clock my office. Be.on.time."
All heads swapped back one last time to Ginny, but she remained silent. Glaring down on her entwined hands. Colin could see her knuckles go white as she clenched her hands together in anger.
At the end of the lesson Harry slumped into his chair glancing cautiously over to Ginny. She didn't look up, but packed her stuff vigorously. With every item she slammed into her map Harry cringed.
When everybody had left he let his head fall on the desk with a sigh. 'Where did that come from.' He winced inwardly 'I sounded like McGonagall. But how dare she turn up with a grin. Not caring at all for being late and giving him such meaningless answers.'
Sharp eight the door slammed open and shut. Harry shrieked up. Ginny was standing in front of him hands at her hips - fuming. He had hoped she would have cooled down a little but the contrary seemed to be the case. She was tapping her feet on the ground and he rose, his anger rising as well.
"You might not like it, but I'm your Professor!" he shouted "and I can't have this behaviour in front of the other students and I don't like it now as well."
"I've waited for this you-owe-me-respect-lecture. How can you deduct points from me and put me in detention, I'm Head girl and you owe me and my duties some respect as well!" she spat back.
"Oh as you see I CAN very easily, and for the respect - act like it and you get it. But there's no way you come into my classroom giggling and flushed like you just had a big snog and then tell me to bugger of - I had duties!" the last part he shrieked in a high pitched voice mimicking her.
"Yes, I HAD duties. Just got hold of two three years in sort of an extra- curriculum duelling. Let me tell you I was quite proud of the Gryffindor performing a well aimed bat-bogey hex. Made the young Slytherin look quite nasty. However my Expelliarmus was a tad to late. The Slytherin had already mouthed his hex and now with the flying wand it hit somebody else. Unfortunately or fortunately this one happened to be Snape. Well, normally I would have deducted points for such an uncreative counter as a tickling- charm. But in this special occasion! Have you ever seen Snape doubling over with laughter? I couldn't hold myself it has been hilarious. Snape on the other hand wasn't too pleased. In his embarrassment, he even forget to deduct points but made very clear we would suffer if anybody would hear about this. So how could I come in and announce the whole story to a class of chatty seventh years!" she breathed deeply - what seemed for the first time since she had started. Exhausted from her rambling she sat down on the table behind her.
Harry tried to look serious but the corners of his mouth started to twitch and he burst into fits of laughter. Soon Ginny had to turn in as well. The tension was broken and the anger forgotten.
When they calmed down Harry started "I'm sorry Gin, I shouldn't have gone all McGonagall on you. You weren't there and I was worried and then you"
She interrupted him "No, I'm sorry. I should have composed myself before entering and given you a reasonable answer. I was just so startled."
"I know it's weird, but I'm always so careful not to let my feelings for you treat you different from the others, that I got to worked up this time" when the meaning of his own words sank in, he quickly tried to cover up and changed the topic.
"And anyway what to do mean by an uncreative charm. I used the Rictusempra on Malfoy at my first duel" he sad in mock disappointment.
"That's the bloody point! Though I've to admit that a Slytherin favouring a Gryffindor hero his a rather appalling idea, but this one duel is still up and down the halls. I can't hear it anymore."
"Says the one who's bat-bogey hex is legend!"
"Is not!"
"No, of course. The twins just gloat about it all the time, and the first years call it Ginny's hex!"
"Are not!"
"Is any half decent answer coming from you this very day? Or did you use it all up for your little story?" he smirked.
Ginny pondered and stretched out her right hand "Truce?"
Harry walked over and took her hand. He was lost in her face – cheeks still flushed from the animated speech and eyes gleaming with laughter. Instead of releasing her hand he pulled her closer in a hug burying his head in her soft hair. He inhaled deeply, there were few things more comforting then this unique Ginny-scent. Indeed, lately the best things were related to her.
"Need air" a muffled voice said.
He released her "Sorry"
Ginny just looked up with raised eyebrows, her typical what's-going-on look. She got no answer, he kept on looking at her.
"Are you ok, Harry?"
"That depends" he managed to croak out.
"On what?"
Quickly as if she might disappear he had gathered her face in his hands and before she really knew what happened he leaned in and brushed her lips lightly. He didn't have to wait long for a response matching his own longing. The slight touches turned into warm open-mouthed kisses until Ginny broke apart. She stared at him wide eyed, one hand covering her mouth.
Harry braced himself for the inevitable slap or outburst but nothing happened. She remained silent. He began wishing for a serious punch. Nothing was worse than this.
She didn't punch him. All of a sudden she seemed to have made up her mind, flung her arms around his neck and resumed the broken kiss with even more intensity. This time Harry was taken off guard, but he didn't need long to recover and pulled her closer possessively. Eventually they had to come up for air.
They were still holding each other closely and staring at each other.
Still breathing heavily Harry gasped "I wanted to do this for so long."
"Not longer than I did" Ginny grinned.
"Can't be"
"Huh, huh. Ginny – eleven – flushing – crushing, does this remind you of something?"
Harry raised an eyebrow "Doesn't count. You had quite some boyfriends in between."
"Well, maybe I forgot for a little while."
"I think I have to make a better impression on you. I don't want you to forget me another time" he gave her a quick peek on the nose.
"And how do you think you can accomplish this?"
"I think" he placed his mouth on her forehead
"I've got some ideas ...." he mumbled while trailing soft kisses to her eyebrow and down her cheek.
"....Two or three" he breathed into her slightly open mouth before locking lips again.
This time Ginny had to shake her head to get rid of the dizzy feeling and sighed contently. Harry showed a victorious smile.
All of a sudden Ginny took a step back and her features were stern and serious. In a very juicy voice she asked "I take it, this is all what I can do for you in this detention, professor? Or is there something else?" She traced lazy circles with her finger on his chest and looked sweetly up at him through her long eyelashes.
Harry's face went blank in horror. He caught her hand instantly. Trying to find words his mouth opened and shut like a gaping fish, but nothing came out.
Slowly a smile crept into Ginny's face and dawning made Harry's features relax. Half grinning half glaring he dragged her closer and hissed fiercely "Virginia Weasley!"
With a girlish high-pitched squeal she broke out of his grip and dashed to the back of the room seeking protection behind a big table. Harry short behind.
They had rounded the table several times when Harry panted "Stop running away like a little child!"
"You stop chasing me like a child!" she shrieked back.
This had been distraction enough. Harry launched himself over the table, grabbed Ginny and both fell laughing to the floor. Ginny ended up on top, his arms wrapped around her. She snuggled closer nuzzling his neck. For a while they simply lay there. Then they heard a babble of voices drawing near.
Chapter 3: Professor Potter
How are ya mate? Or is it Professor Potter now? I'm most annoyed to get to know this "little" piece of information just right now. However if you hadn't told Ginny as well, I guess you've already had your share of punishment. In that case nothing's left for me as to say my congrats! Silly git. Well, let me tell you I envy you, being back in Hogwarts and all. I miss it a lot. Thinking of the training here you must have sort of a holiday. So have fun! Yeah and by the way, Hermione and I are – how to say – an item now. Not that you deserve to know right away, but I'm not you, am I? Thank God! Have to stop now, to keep Hermione from preparing an Howler for you. You're indebted to me!
Ron
Harry smirked 'Bloody time, the two of them got it! Indebted? His way of distraction would be a snogging session for sure.' He grinned while feeding Pig and then opened the window of his classroom to let the small owl out again.
His classroom - it sounded weird, even after two weeks. The first students filed in. Ginny's class – his favourite, and this wasn't for the cleverness of this students. He barely had the time to see Ginny. A glimpse of fiery red waves during dinner or the sound of her laugh in one of the corridors. But for two hours double DADA he had her within five meters, could watch her, listen to her, be near her.
He sat down in his chair leaning back lazily awaiting her appearance. Students hurried in and at last Colin Creevy turned up, dropped down and sighed in relief. Still no Ginny in sight. 'Could he just asked Colin? Nah to obvious.'
Distracted he started the lecture always glancing down on his watch. After ten minutes he was too anxious to go on and the moment he opted to approach Colin, the door swung open and she scrambled in, face flushed and stifling an giggle.
"Sorry Professor, got hold up!"
Pent up tension and worry turned into anger "Got hold up? 5 points from Gryffindor! Miss Weasley, being Head girl I'm sure you must be aware that being late is not tolerated in any classes. Despite good reasons of course and I might add 'got hold up' doesn't count for that. So would you now be so kind as to enlighten me on the reason."
All heads snapped to Ginny, who stared back dumbfounded while sitting down very slowly. Still kind of shocked she mumbled "Head girl duties."
"What?" all heads turned back to Harry.
"Head girl duties!" All eyes on her again, she answered louder than necessary.
"Please be precise."
Now Ginny glared furiously "That's all I can say." she hissed
"Well, that is detention for today. 8 o'clock my office. Be.on.time."
All heads swapped back one last time to Ginny, but she remained silent. Glaring down on her entwined hands. Colin could see her knuckles go white as she clenched her hands together in anger.
At the end of the lesson Harry slumped into his chair glancing cautiously over to Ginny. She didn't look up, but packed her stuff vigorously. With every item she slammed into her map Harry cringed.
When everybody had left he let his head fall on the desk with a sigh. 'Where did that come from.' He winced inwardly 'I sounded like McGonagall. But how dare she turn up with a grin. Not caring at all for being late and giving him such meaningless answers.'
Sharp eight the door slammed open and shut. Harry shrieked up. Ginny was standing in front of him hands at her hips - fuming. He had hoped she would have cooled down a little but the contrary seemed to be the case. She was tapping her feet on the ground and he rose, his anger rising as well.
"You might not like it, but I'm your Professor!" he shouted "and I can't have this behaviour in front of the other students and I don't like it now as well."
"I've waited for this you-owe-me-respect-lecture. How can you deduct points from me and put me in detention, I'm Head girl and you owe me and my duties some respect as well!" she spat back.
"Oh as you see I CAN very easily, and for the respect - act like it and you get it. But there's no way you come into my classroom giggling and flushed like you just had a big snog and then tell me to bugger of - I had duties!" the last part he shrieked in a high pitched voice mimicking her.
"Yes, I HAD duties. Just got hold of two three years in sort of an extra- curriculum duelling. Let me tell you I was quite proud of the Gryffindor performing a well aimed bat-bogey hex. Made the young Slytherin look quite nasty. However my Expelliarmus was a tad to late. The Slytherin had already mouthed his hex and now with the flying wand it hit somebody else. Unfortunately or fortunately this one happened to be Snape. Well, normally I would have deducted points for such an uncreative counter as a tickling- charm. But in this special occasion! Have you ever seen Snape doubling over with laughter? I couldn't hold myself it has been hilarious. Snape on the other hand wasn't too pleased. In his embarrassment, he even forget to deduct points but made very clear we would suffer if anybody would hear about this. So how could I come in and announce the whole story to a class of chatty seventh years!" she breathed deeply - what seemed for the first time since she had started. Exhausted from her rambling she sat down on the table behind her.
Harry tried to look serious but the corners of his mouth started to twitch and he burst into fits of laughter. Soon Ginny had to turn in as well. The tension was broken and the anger forgotten.
When they calmed down Harry started "I'm sorry Gin, I shouldn't have gone all McGonagall on you. You weren't there and I was worried and then you"
She interrupted him "No, I'm sorry. I should have composed myself before entering and given you a reasonable answer. I was just so startled."
"I know it's weird, but I'm always so careful not to let my feelings for you treat you different from the others, that I got to worked up this time" when the meaning of his own words sank in, he quickly tried to cover up and changed the topic.
"And anyway what to do mean by an uncreative charm. I used the Rictusempra on Malfoy at my first duel" he sad in mock disappointment.
"That's the bloody point! Though I've to admit that a Slytherin favouring a Gryffindor hero his a rather appalling idea, but this one duel is still up and down the halls. I can't hear it anymore."
"Says the one who's bat-bogey hex is legend!"
"Is not!"
"No, of course. The twins just gloat about it all the time, and the first years call it Ginny's hex!"
"Are not!"
"Is any half decent answer coming from you this very day? Or did you use it all up for your little story?" he smirked.
Ginny pondered and stretched out her right hand "Truce?"
Harry walked over and took her hand. He was lost in her face – cheeks still flushed from the animated speech and eyes gleaming with laughter. Instead of releasing her hand he pulled her closer in a hug burying his head in her soft hair. He inhaled deeply, there were few things more comforting then this unique Ginny-scent. Indeed, lately the best things were related to her.
"Need air" a muffled voice said.
He released her "Sorry"
Ginny just looked up with raised eyebrows, her typical what's-going-on look. She got no answer, he kept on looking at her.
"Are you ok, Harry?"
"That depends" he managed to croak out.
"On what?"
Quickly as if she might disappear he had gathered her face in his hands and before she really knew what happened he leaned in and brushed her lips lightly. He didn't have to wait long for a response matching his own longing. The slight touches turned into warm open-mouthed kisses until Ginny broke apart. She stared at him wide eyed, one hand covering her mouth.
Harry braced himself for the inevitable slap or outburst but nothing happened. She remained silent. He began wishing for a serious punch. Nothing was worse than this.
She didn't punch him. All of a sudden she seemed to have made up her mind, flung her arms around his neck and resumed the broken kiss with even more intensity. This time Harry was taken off guard, but he didn't need long to recover and pulled her closer possessively. Eventually they had to come up for air.
They were still holding each other closely and staring at each other.
Still breathing heavily Harry gasped "I wanted to do this for so long."
"Not longer than I did" Ginny grinned.
"Can't be"
"Huh, huh. Ginny – eleven – flushing – crushing, does this remind you of something?"
Harry raised an eyebrow "Doesn't count. You had quite some boyfriends in between."
"Well, maybe I forgot for a little while."
"I think I have to make a better impression on you. I don't want you to forget me another time" he gave her a quick peek on the nose.
"And how do you think you can accomplish this?"
"I think" he placed his mouth on her forehead
"I've got some ideas ...." he mumbled while trailing soft kisses to her eyebrow and down her cheek.
"....Two or three" he breathed into her slightly open mouth before locking lips again.
This time Ginny had to shake her head to get rid of the dizzy feeling and sighed contently. Harry showed a victorious smile.
All of a sudden Ginny took a step back and her features were stern and serious. In a very juicy voice she asked "I take it, this is all what I can do for you in this detention, professor? Or is there something else?" She traced lazy circles with her finger on his chest and looked sweetly up at him through her long eyelashes.
Harry's face went blank in horror. He caught her hand instantly. Trying to find words his mouth opened and shut like a gaping fish, but nothing came out.
Slowly a smile crept into Ginny's face and dawning made Harry's features relax. Half grinning half glaring he dragged her closer and hissed fiercely "Virginia Weasley!"
With a girlish high-pitched squeal she broke out of his grip and dashed to the back of the room seeking protection behind a big table. Harry short behind.
They had rounded the table several times when Harry panted "Stop running away like a little child!"
"You stop chasing me like a child!" she shrieked back.
This had been distraction enough. Harry launched himself over the table, grabbed Ginny and both fell laughing to the floor. Ginny ended up on top, his arms wrapped around her. She snuggled closer nuzzling his neck. For a while they simply lay there. Then they heard a babble of voices drawing near.