Disclaimer: Ooops! I forgot it in the last one, silly me! Just read the first and
you'll get the idea. The only characters that belong to me are any that you've
never heard of before.
Also thanks to everyone for reviewing, I thought I was doing really badly until you
guys dragged me out of the swamp which was my own self pity.
Thanks to Dumblewho- who should really hurry up and write another chapter to his
fic because it's great
Mabel Weasley- no you didn't offend me with your first review, I should have
explained myself better
Ariel_undersea and TEssA- You both filled me with a lot of confidence
GinnyPotter387- who is a wonderful writer, and maybe a little obsessed with Ginny?!?
Keep up the great work!
Chapter 3.
All Grown Up?!?
Ginny had almost fallen over as she stepped out of the fire and caught sight of who
was staring back at her. It was a good thing her mother had rushed up to hug her and
hold her up, she thought as she watched Ron and Hermione embrace, otherwise she
would have fallen face first into Harry's crotch, and she didn't want that to happen...
She had banished that thought as soon as it had come though, actually as soon as
Harry had gone red and looked away. She fought to hold back the tears as Ron
motioned towards Hermione and kissed her. She envied them. Why should they be so
happy when Harry couldn't even look at her. She curled her arms tightly around
herself as Harry got up to hug Hermione, as if to stop him seeing her body, she was
sure it was ugly. She started to have a glimmer of hope as Harry moved off of
Hermione but he just murmured "Hi..." and sat back down staring at his cup.
'Why can't you look at me Harry?' she asked herself as she picked up her bag, and as
she excused herself; she remembered how they had been making so much progress
before the holidays...
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny watched as Hermione and Ron sat alone at the edge of the school lake. Anyone
else looking at them would have thought that they weren't speaking, they were sitting
the furthest away from each other you could while still sitting together. But Ginny
knew the truth, she knew that they both sat in silent contemplation of their feelings
for each other, wondering whether they were worth jeopardising their friendship
over... it was actually quite sweet! She just wished that a certain boy not a million
miles away was contemplating the same thing...
She turned to face Harry sitting close by and smiled. It took her a little while to notice
that he had been staring at her and was smiling as well. She blushed and looked away
but Harry took her face in his hands and drew her gaze back. As she stared into those
peircing green eyes, they moved closer and she almost pursed her lips for a kiss, when
he spoke.
"What's wrong Ginny?" he asked, the look of concern on his face was actually quite
cute. She smiled and placed her hands on his wrists, pulling them away from her face
gently. She placed them around her and leaned back into him cuddling up.
"It's just..." she said stuttering, not quite sure what to say, "With Ron and Hermione
always going off with one another, I've been wondering if I'm the last resort for
friendship? I mean to say," she kept on cutting off a reply, "the old Harry never
bothered with me. Even when I spent the entire day with the three of you the old
Harry never..." she was cut off by his finger pressed to her lips. She looked up into his
eyes as he stroked her long red hair out of the way. He just smiled and looked down at
her happily.
"The OLD Harry never realised who his true friends were..." he said quite matter-of-factly
and hugged her tighter. She sighed heavily and dwelt on those words, 'True Friends...'
~~~~~~~~~~
What the hell had he been thinking? He had asked himself that ever since that day
laying there on the grassy knoll next to the lake. Completely oblivious to the fact that
Ginny had been thinking of exactly the same day before the holidays he proceeded to
beat himself up over what he had said, 'TRUE FRIENDS!!!' he shouted at himself,
'Potter, you're a dick!' the little voice in his head said laughing.
He looked up to see Ron and Hermione frowning down upon him. He placed a false
but convincing smirk on his face and blew some of his hair off his face with a strained
giggle.
"When did this happen?" he said, pointing at their joined hands. Hermione just smiled
awkwardly, leaving Ron to explain.
"I used one of my driving lessons to drop Ginny off at Hermione's house the Muggle
way," he said as Harry silently winced at the mention of her name, "I walked into
Hermione's bedroom, to drop Ginny's stuff and I saw a picture of Hermione and me that
was taken at school last year. Except we weren't exactly in the same kind of position as
we had been when the picture was taken," he said smiling at Hermione. Hermione blushed and
looked up at Harry.
"It was quite embarrassing for the both of us. But not when Ron came over to me and started
to do the same thing..." Before she had even got to the word 'started' Harry's mind wandered,
Harry letting it rest on the memory of a girl he had 'met' last summer, who bore a
striking resemblance to Ginny...
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry took a large swig from his bottle of Muggle beer and sat down in the middle of the dark
club. The music in the other two rooms was bouncing, loud, and in complete contrast to each
other. But this room he liked. The 'Chill out room' muggle teens called it and it was just that.
Full of the sickly sweet smell of marijuana in the air; almost everyone in there smoked it.
Littered around the spacious room were bean bags and couches covered in the writhing bodies of
lovers who had only met that night and would probably have someone else in five minutes. He
looked to his left to see the boy who had brought him here already putting his shirt back on
and making his excuses for why he was brushing off the girl on top of him. Harry had noticed
last week that he did this a lot; he was easily bored it seemed. Harry laughed at his disdain;
he had become exactly the same.
But it wasn't his fault. It seemed that the club they were in did this to everyone; the sense
of abandonment and freedom when you walked inside was intoxicating. It turned most people into
sluts, whores who found no pleasure other than getting quick shag and then moving onto the next.
Harry laughed to himself, 'I know it's happening, so it can't possibly affect me!' and he turned
to his 'friend' again to see him holding his chest in pain.
"That bitch hurt man," he said lazily as he pulled open his shirt to show Harry the street map of
bleeding cuts that the girl had made with her nails, "but you like that kinda shit right?" he said
chuckling to himself. Harry had in fact found out how much he loved the taste of blood when he
had first met them, when his new found friend Jess had kissed him; after cutting the end of her
tongue with a razorblade. It had freaked him out at first but the taste was amazing, coupled with
the feeling of power as someone's life is drained away from them. Harry didn't even notice how
wrong this sounded.
Harry took another swig from his bottle and cradled it in his hand. Looking at it reminded him of
Ron and his need for alcohol, just to see what it tasted like. Everyone at Hogsmeade knew who
everyone else was and they were still a bit underage; not that anyone in this club cared much. As
he took his last swig from the bottle and lifted his head he made eye contact with a pair of deep
brown eyes that reminded him so much of... her! He shot up immediately, dropping his bottle as he
rose but she looked away and from this angle he noticed that it was not Ginny, but her red hair
and brown eyes did make them look amazingly alike. But that was his last train of thought. In an
instant something took over. Whether it was the alcohol or the atmosphere he had never been able
to tell, but without knowing he had moved he found himself next to the bar, ordering two drinks;
a bottle for him and whatever she had in her hand. Vaguely remembering paying for them he found
himself stepping in front of her rudely, cutting her off from her friends.
'Sorry,' he thought instantly but his mouth had other ideas, "Hey..." the sound faded as he
stared deep into her eyes. She didn't seem to mind at all as she took the drink from him and
brushed his hand with hers. That was it; one touch was all it had taken and she was in his grasp.
They flew towards the dance floor, forgetting the drinks that fell to the floor with a thud, she
drew him close. A slow song came on, but one filled with passion (possibly Love Spell by Inkkubus
Sukkubus, cos it's the song that comes to my mind. If you guys like Goth or anything that sounds
like I think the Weird Sisters should, look them up on the internet!) and a drone that made her
writhe against him, rubbing her legs in between his and clawing at his clothes. With the song
finished she moved to sit down but he drew her back up and away. Harry knew where he was headed
and screamed at himself to stop, but it was as if his body didn't want to listen. In no time they
were inside the toilet cubicle her fishnet top already ripped to shreds; her black PVC bra
hanging off her as her huge breasts were pushed into his mouth. She begged him to tear her
clothes off and when he did, she was on him like an animal, tearing at his tight PVC trousers
like she was possessed by an animal. As she took him inside her the feeling of ecstasy was so
great he could back no longer and he bit her, hard on the neck, drawing blood, and sucked a
little feeling the warm liquid flow slowly onto his tongue. He came instantly her body under his
rigid with pleasure and he drew out, leaving her naked and bleeding as she tried to catch her
breath.
"You were in there a couple of hours, you enjoy?" asked Jess as she caught him by the arm and
fell into his embrace, they kissed and she dove her tongue in deeper as she tasted the girls
blood in his mouth, "Did you even get her name?" asked Kate as she ran her hand up Jess's back,
from ass to neck biting it affectionately. Harry wanted to run away, he wanted to leave the club,
but they were dragging him to the door anyway; the place was closing. Harry wanted to go back to
help the girl to get her some clothes, to see if she was alright, but he only smiled and licked
his lips.
"Who cares..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny fell onto her bed, her eyes glazed over as she glanced around her room in a dream state.
She picked up a brush and started to absent-mindedly brush her long straight red hair as she drew
up a picture in her mind of Harry. The summer had been kind to him in a very strange way. When
she had walked out of the fire place she had barely recognised him. If she hadn't known that
Harry was probably the only other person going to be in her house apart from her family, she
would have mistaken him for Bill. She remembered his posture as he sat on the chair gazing up at
her, one of confidence and openness as a far cry from what it was before the summer. It was
probably due to his muscles though, which she had noted, were considerably bigger than they had
been. She remembered every curve, every outline on his body framed by his very nice black fishnet
top. But the part of him she kept coming back to were those eyes, those piercing green eyes now
framed by his long dark hair, the red tips seeming to bring them out even more.
She sat up and took off her jumper, it was a little too baggy and she had gotten used to tight
clothes living with Ginny. She looked down at her breasts and the rest of her body and sighed.
She had heard boys liked big breasts but hers were probably too big, just like her mums. It was
a family curse that she had to live with, because her mum had made it quite clear that if she had
her body altered by magic then she was as good as dead. She sighed and fell back not even
noticing her bedroom door open.
"I hope you're not laying like that to entice me!" said a shocked voice. Ginny shot up, instantly
thinking that it was Harry, but the red colour coming to her face was relief as she looked up at
Hermione smiling down at her, "You shouldn't lay about like that now..." Hermione said not quite
sure how to put it delicately, "...especially not with Harry in the house. Your friends, what
would you have done if he had come up here to say hello?" Hermione said suddenly shocked again.
"We've been friends for a while, it never bothered you before!" she shouted at Hermione;
completely understanding what Hermione was trying to say but having fun seeing Hermione this
uncomfortable. She could see the look on Hermione's face as she tried to find the right words to
put it delicately to Ginny; she thought Ginny was so naive. Suddenly her face brightened as she
found them and then softened as she prepared herself.
"Ginny, you have to realise, that, you're all grown up now!" she said with emphasis on the 'all
grown up.' Even though Ginny had already known exactly what she was trying to get at the words
still had a lot of impact on her. She WAS all grown up, so why did she still harbour a silly
little school girl crush? Hermione saw the look of confusion on her face and took it as a sign
that she wanted some time alone, so she left pulling the door behind her.
"All Grown Up..." Ginny sighed to herself. Then she realised that she enjoyed the school girl
crush, she enjoyed the dreams she had about Harry, and if she were to give up her silly little
school girl crush then she would have to stop having them. "All grown up..." she said to herself
again, this time stifling a giggle, "...Never!"
~~~~~~~~~~
you'll get the idea. The only characters that belong to me are any that you've
never heard of before.
Also thanks to everyone for reviewing, I thought I was doing really badly until you
guys dragged me out of the swamp which was my own self pity.
Thanks to Dumblewho- who should really hurry up and write another chapter to his
fic because it's great
Mabel Weasley- no you didn't offend me with your first review, I should have
explained myself better
Ariel_undersea and TEssA- You both filled me with a lot of confidence
GinnyPotter387- who is a wonderful writer, and maybe a little obsessed with Ginny?!?
Keep up the great work!
Chapter 3.
All Grown Up?!?
Ginny had almost fallen over as she stepped out of the fire and caught sight of who
was staring back at her. It was a good thing her mother had rushed up to hug her and
hold her up, she thought as she watched Ron and Hermione embrace, otherwise she
would have fallen face first into Harry's crotch, and she didn't want that to happen...
She had banished that thought as soon as it had come though, actually as soon as
Harry had gone red and looked away. She fought to hold back the tears as Ron
motioned towards Hermione and kissed her. She envied them. Why should they be so
happy when Harry couldn't even look at her. She curled her arms tightly around
herself as Harry got up to hug Hermione, as if to stop him seeing her body, she was
sure it was ugly. She started to have a glimmer of hope as Harry moved off of
Hermione but he just murmured "Hi..." and sat back down staring at his cup.
'Why can't you look at me Harry?' she asked herself as she picked up her bag, and as
she excused herself; she remembered how they had been making so much progress
before the holidays...
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny watched as Hermione and Ron sat alone at the edge of the school lake. Anyone
else looking at them would have thought that they weren't speaking, they were sitting
the furthest away from each other you could while still sitting together. But Ginny
knew the truth, she knew that they both sat in silent contemplation of their feelings
for each other, wondering whether they were worth jeopardising their friendship
over... it was actually quite sweet! She just wished that a certain boy not a million
miles away was contemplating the same thing...
She turned to face Harry sitting close by and smiled. It took her a little while to notice
that he had been staring at her and was smiling as well. She blushed and looked away
but Harry took her face in his hands and drew her gaze back. As she stared into those
peircing green eyes, they moved closer and she almost pursed her lips for a kiss, when
he spoke.
"What's wrong Ginny?" he asked, the look of concern on his face was actually quite
cute. She smiled and placed her hands on his wrists, pulling them away from her face
gently. She placed them around her and leaned back into him cuddling up.
"It's just..." she said stuttering, not quite sure what to say, "With Ron and Hermione
always going off with one another, I've been wondering if I'm the last resort for
friendship? I mean to say," she kept on cutting off a reply, "the old Harry never
bothered with me. Even when I spent the entire day with the three of you the old
Harry never..." she was cut off by his finger pressed to her lips. She looked up into his
eyes as he stroked her long red hair out of the way. He just smiled and looked down at
her happily.
"The OLD Harry never realised who his true friends were..." he said quite matter-of-factly
and hugged her tighter. She sighed heavily and dwelt on those words, 'True Friends...'
~~~~~~~~~~
What the hell had he been thinking? He had asked himself that ever since that day
laying there on the grassy knoll next to the lake. Completely oblivious to the fact that
Ginny had been thinking of exactly the same day before the holidays he proceeded to
beat himself up over what he had said, 'TRUE FRIENDS!!!' he shouted at himself,
'Potter, you're a dick!' the little voice in his head said laughing.
He looked up to see Ron and Hermione frowning down upon him. He placed a false
but convincing smirk on his face and blew some of his hair off his face with a strained
giggle.
"When did this happen?" he said, pointing at their joined hands. Hermione just smiled
awkwardly, leaving Ron to explain.
"I used one of my driving lessons to drop Ginny off at Hermione's house the Muggle
way," he said as Harry silently winced at the mention of her name, "I walked into
Hermione's bedroom, to drop Ginny's stuff and I saw a picture of Hermione and me that
was taken at school last year. Except we weren't exactly in the same kind of position as
we had been when the picture was taken," he said smiling at Hermione. Hermione blushed and
looked up at Harry.
"It was quite embarrassing for the both of us. But not when Ron came over to me and started
to do the same thing..." Before she had even got to the word 'started' Harry's mind wandered,
Harry letting it rest on the memory of a girl he had 'met' last summer, who bore a
striking resemblance to Ginny...
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry took a large swig from his bottle of Muggle beer and sat down in the middle of the dark
club. The music in the other two rooms was bouncing, loud, and in complete contrast to each
other. But this room he liked. The 'Chill out room' muggle teens called it and it was just that.
Full of the sickly sweet smell of marijuana in the air; almost everyone in there smoked it.
Littered around the spacious room were bean bags and couches covered in the writhing bodies of
lovers who had only met that night and would probably have someone else in five minutes. He
looked to his left to see the boy who had brought him here already putting his shirt back on
and making his excuses for why he was brushing off the girl on top of him. Harry had noticed
last week that he did this a lot; he was easily bored it seemed. Harry laughed at his disdain;
he had become exactly the same.
But it wasn't his fault. It seemed that the club they were in did this to everyone; the sense
of abandonment and freedom when you walked inside was intoxicating. It turned most people into
sluts, whores who found no pleasure other than getting quick shag and then moving onto the next.
Harry laughed to himself, 'I know it's happening, so it can't possibly affect me!' and he turned
to his 'friend' again to see him holding his chest in pain.
"That bitch hurt man," he said lazily as he pulled open his shirt to show Harry the street map of
bleeding cuts that the girl had made with her nails, "but you like that kinda shit right?" he said
chuckling to himself. Harry had in fact found out how much he loved the taste of blood when he
had first met them, when his new found friend Jess had kissed him; after cutting the end of her
tongue with a razorblade. It had freaked him out at first but the taste was amazing, coupled with
the feeling of power as someone's life is drained away from them. Harry didn't even notice how
wrong this sounded.
Harry took another swig from his bottle and cradled it in his hand. Looking at it reminded him of
Ron and his need for alcohol, just to see what it tasted like. Everyone at Hogsmeade knew who
everyone else was and they were still a bit underage; not that anyone in this club cared much. As
he took his last swig from the bottle and lifted his head he made eye contact with a pair of deep
brown eyes that reminded him so much of... her! He shot up immediately, dropping his bottle as he
rose but she looked away and from this angle he noticed that it was not Ginny, but her red hair
and brown eyes did make them look amazingly alike. But that was his last train of thought. In an
instant something took over. Whether it was the alcohol or the atmosphere he had never been able
to tell, but without knowing he had moved he found himself next to the bar, ordering two drinks;
a bottle for him and whatever she had in her hand. Vaguely remembering paying for them he found
himself stepping in front of her rudely, cutting her off from her friends.
'Sorry,' he thought instantly but his mouth had other ideas, "Hey..." the sound faded as he
stared deep into her eyes. She didn't seem to mind at all as she took the drink from him and
brushed his hand with hers. That was it; one touch was all it had taken and she was in his grasp.
They flew towards the dance floor, forgetting the drinks that fell to the floor with a thud, she
drew him close. A slow song came on, but one filled with passion (possibly Love Spell by Inkkubus
Sukkubus, cos it's the song that comes to my mind. If you guys like Goth or anything that sounds
like I think the Weird Sisters should, look them up on the internet!) and a drone that made her
writhe against him, rubbing her legs in between his and clawing at his clothes. With the song
finished she moved to sit down but he drew her back up and away. Harry knew where he was headed
and screamed at himself to stop, but it was as if his body didn't want to listen. In no time they
were inside the toilet cubicle her fishnet top already ripped to shreds; her black PVC bra
hanging off her as her huge breasts were pushed into his mouth. She begged him to tear her
clothes off and when he did, she was on him like an animal, tearing at his tight PVC trousers
like she was possessed by an animal. As she took him inside her the feeling of ecstasy was so
great he could back no longer and he bit her, hard on the neck, drawing blood, and sucked a
little feeling the warm liquid flow slowly onto his tongue. He came instantly her body under his
rigid with pleasure and he drew out, leaving her naked and bleeding as she tried to catch her
breath.
"You were in there a couple of hours, you enjoy?" asked Jess as she caught him by the arm and
fell into his embrace, they kissed and she dove her tongue in deeper as she tasted the girls
blood in his mouth, "Did you even get her name?" asked Kate as she ran her hand up Jess's back,
from ass to neck biting it affectionately. Harry wanted to run away, he wanted to leave the club,
but they were dragging him to the door anyway; the place was closing. Harry wanted to go back to
help the girl to get her some clothes, to see if she was alright, but he only smiled and licked
his lips.
"Who cares..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny fell onto her bed, her eyes glazed over as she glanced around her room in a dream state.
She picked up a brush and started to absent-mindedly brush her long straight red hair as she drew
up a picture in her mind of Harry. The summer had been kind to him in a very strange way. When
she had walked out of the fire place she had barely recognised him. If she hadn't known that
Harry was probably the only other person going to be in her house apart from her family, she
would have mistaken him for Bill. She remembered his posture as he sat on the chair gazing up at
her, one of confidence and openness as a far cry from what it was before the summer. It was
probably due to his muscles though, which she had noted, were considerably bigger than they had
been. She remembered every curve, every outline on his body framed by his very nice black fishnet
top. But the part of him she kept coming back to were those eyes, those piercing green eyes now
framed by his long dark hair, the red tips seeming to bring them out even more.
She sat up and took off her jumper, it was a little too baggy and she had gotten used to tight
clothes living with Ginny. She looked down at her breasts and the rest of her body and sighed.
She had heard boys liked big breasts but hers were probably too big, just like her mums. It was
a family curse that she had to live with, because her mum had made it quite clear that if she had
her body altered by magic then she was as good as dead. She sighed and fell back not even
noticing her bedroom door open.
"I hope you're not laying like that to entice me!" said a shocked voice. Ginny shot up, instantly
thinking that it was Harry, but the red colour coming to her face was relief as she looked up at
Hermione smiling down at her, "You shouldn't lay about like that now..." Hermione said not quite
sure how to put it delicately, "...especially not with Harry in the house. Your friends, what
would you have done if he had come up here to say hello?" Hermione said suddenly shocked again.
"We've been friends for a while, it never bothered you before!" she shouted at Hermione;
completely understanding what Hermione was trying to say but having fun seeing Hermione this
uncomfortable. She could see the look on Hermione's face as she tried to find the right words to
put it delicately to Ginny; she thought Ginny was so naive. Suddenly her face brightened as she
found them and then softened as she prepared herself.
"Ginny, you have to realise, that, you're all grown up now!" she said with emphasis on the 'all
grown up.' Even though Ginny had already known exactly what she was trying to get at the words
still had a lot of impact on her. She WAS all grown up, so why did she still harbour a silly
little school girl crush? Hermione saw the look of confusion on her face and took it as a sign
that she wanted some time alone, so she left pulling the door behind her.
"All Grown Up..." Ginny sighed to herself. Then she realised that she enjoyed the school girl
crush, she enjoyed the dreams she had about Harry, and if she were to give up her silly little
school girl crush then she would have to stop having them. "All grown up..." she said to herself
again, this time stifling a giggle, "...Never!"
~~~~~~~~~~