Chapter 3 – A Lil' HarryGinny and Stronger RHr Lust
Harry quickly marched up to the library, still a bit shaken by what he had seen. I always knew they liked each other, but now that it's happened... I feel left out.
Well, he would jsut have to deal with it. He entered the librbary, but before he could see rows of books he bumped into something with flaming red hair. Ginny's face emerged from it.
"Hello Harry" she said confidently. Harry could somehow tell she still had a crush on him. He also knew, form looking at her cute, beautiful face and figure that he had a crush on her too. Ginny was a pretty darn intelligent and hot witch, or so was most people's opinion.
I'll set up a trap. Ginny thought. He'll be mine. She grinned to herself. She had the perfect plan. "Harry, do you want to study some jinxes in an empty classroom? I really need help with the shielding charm!"
"Sure" said Harry. I'll have some private time with her, he thought. Ginny guided her to a classroom a couple of doors away, and they both entered. Harry was still staring at her. She was beautiful, for sure. Ginny caught his eyes. She smiled. They both knew what they wanted.
Harry was already close to her, all he had to do was take her in his arms. Ginny placed her delicate fingers over his shoulders, and they staredin each others eyes. And kissed. Lust filled emotions burst inside both of them, and soon they entwined their fingers and danced, kissing all the while. No music could prove to be perfect for their dance. No music could muster such a romantic rythm. It was too perfect.
Ron craddled Hermione in his arms. Hermione did the same. They kissed ramanticly, passionately, furiously. Hermione's fingers went inside his shirt, massaging Ron's back and shoulders.
Ron could feel a tingle of love in his back. The touch of her was brilliant. It was loving and caring, soft and soothing. Ron did the same, just so that Hermione could feel the tingle of his own fingers. She did, andpassionately they kissed again, so close to each other, leaning against the wall of the common room, alone in the dark of the night. They smiled. Fingers entwinned, theykissed lightly on the lips.
The taste of chapstick. They kissed mouth open. The taste of Hermione, better and more lovable than any chapstick.
Harry quickly marched up to the library, still a bit shaken by what he had seen. I always knew they liked each other, but now that it's happened... I feel left out.
Well, he would jsut have to deal with it. He entered the librbary, but before he could see rows of books he bumped into something with flaming red hair. Ginny's face emerged from it.
"Hello Harry" she said confidently. Harry could somehow tell she still had a crush on him. He also knew, form looking at her cute, beautiful face and figure that he had a crush on her too. Ginny was a pretty darn intelligent and hot witch, or so was most people's opinion.
I'll set up a trap. Ginny thought. He'll be mine. She grinned to herself. She had the perfect plan. "Harry, do you want to study some jinxes in an empty classroom? I really need help with the shielding charm!"
"Sure" said Harry. I'll have some private time with her, he thought. Ginny guided her to a classroom a couple of doors away, and they both entered. Harry was still staring at her. She was beautiful, for sure. Ginny caught his eyes. She smiled. They both knew what they wanted.
Harry was already close to her, all he had to do was take her in his arms. Ginny placed her delicate fingers over his shoulders, and they staredin each others eyes. And kissed. Lust filled emotions burst inside both of them, and soon they entwined their fingers and danced, kissing all the while. No music could prove to be perfect for their dance. No music could muster such a romantic rythm. It was too perfect.
Ron craddled Hermione in his arms. Hermione did the same. They kissed ramanticly, passionately, furiously. Hermione's fingers went inside his shirt, massaging Ron's back and shoulders.
Ron could feel a tingle of love in his back. The touch of her was brilliant. It was loving and caring, soft and soothing. Ron did the same, just so that Hermione could feel the tingle of his own fingers. She did, andpassionately they kissed again, so close to each other, leaning against the wall of the common room, alone in the dark of the night. They smiled. Fingers entwinned, theykissed lightly on the lips.
The taste of chapstick. They kissed mouth open. The taste of Hermione, better and more lovable than any chapstick.