The Charge
"So Mr. Potter why aren't you married yet?" Ginny had gotten right to the point. She may have been a bit foward but it was truely the whiskey talking. She wasn't her self any more Olgen's fire whiskey had taken over her body.
"Well I guess I haven't found the right one." He was as sober as fish on land. Is that possible? Well the point was he wasn't as drunk (or had drunk as much as) the red head before him was(had). No, In an hour's time he had only had sips from the drink in his hand where she had had not one, not two, but about a dozen of Whisky shots and three glasses of Hagen's boiling Vodka.
"Really? Is that so Potter, I thought it was because you weren't over me." She laughed not sensing the weight that her word had on him. If She had been paying attention, and was more clear headed, she would've noticed the look in his eyes that screamed out 'Yes, I'm not over you at all.' Yet she was too busy ordering another shot.
"Betta be carefu' with this one,Love. She's been gett'n this bollock'd up since 'bout five years now." The waitress spoke as she set down two more shots. Harry nodded and watched as as Ginny knocked back another one and now was reaching for his shot.
"Eh, Gin, Don't you think you had enough?" She scowled. Who was he to talk to her like that? Not her father, not one of her brothers, not her boyfriend, not anything but Harry, Just Harry.
" Listen Potter,Don't you tells me what to do. (hic) 'cuse me. I know when I (hic) had enoughs. (hic)"
She put her head down on the table and instantly began to snore. He drank his glass of vodka, chased it with his shot and then proceeded to pick her up off the chair.
She stirred abit and then cuddled closer, her sweet sent of cinnamon and chocolate was now tainted with the smell of liqour. This was not the Ginny he knew, but she sure was amusing.
"Harry, I love yous. (his heart leapt with joy) Your the best brother. (It now plunged into the ground and further, currently reaching the earth's core)" He set her down on the floor against a wall and looked for her keys.
"Harry you 'members that kissss. You weres so cute withs the sssnows in yours hair.I loved you then. Harry?" He had stopped dead in his track from searching her pockets and was now looking at her half slit eyes. Ginny touched the sides of his face and pulled him in to a kiss. There tongues massaged eachother. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her legs. He carried her still kissing her lips hungerly. When they finally broke apart her eyes were fully closed and she began to snore again.
Harry entered the flat, the sleeping red head in his arms and decided that he would just place her in his room. It was easier, faster, and convenient for him. Not because it was closer, but because he would be able to watch her sleep like the so many nights that she had crept into his room and laid beside him. Of course nothing would happen, not with two ex boyfriends who still wanted her back and an over protective brother oh so very near. No, he would just watch her, stroke her hair gently and prayed that every night of his life would be like that. Of course that had ended when she started dating SEAMUS.
'That prat.' He thought bitterly as he stared at Ginny's creamy white face in the moonlight, her soft curls spread out like a velvety river over his pillow. How could anyone choose some one else over her? Did they not see her beauty, her endless kindness, that special something that made Virginia Weasley the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"You're the one Ginny. Ginny, Can I have you forever and always?" He whispered and she stirred a bit and mumbled
"uh huh Harry, sure. What ever you says." He frowned slightly, if only it were true. Soon it would be morning, so he decided to close his eyes and pull her closer. He gently kissed her forehead and brushed his lips against hers and fell asleep keeping her in his arms always through out the night.
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"Morning Garbo!" he teased and Ginny sleepily signaled for him to speak softer and with less volume. She had on a pair of sunglasses and her robe. What she needed now was one strong cup of coffee, and a hot shower. She had woken up in Harry's bed laying in his arms. Though she had felt quite comfortable there she knew that it would have hurt him to wake up with her there. She couldn't remember the previous nights events, but she knew sooner or later they would surface, 'dont they always'.
"Potter did I call you my brother last night?" She asked curiously
"Yeah, I think ." He really couldn't tell what she was thinking with those glasses she had on, usually her eyes gave her away.
"hmm." She began to stand up heading for the bathroom.
It wasn't on till she was in the shower that it hit her.
"Flying Snitches!(she exclaimed smacking her forehead) Merlin tell me I didn't kiss him." But that smile he had on in the kitchen told her other wise. If she kissed him that meant she told him the truth. No she wasn't that drunk, was she?
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"WEASLEY!" Her superior yelled out as she stepped off the elevetor. Ah the traditional vibration in the halls from the magnitude of the volume in the voice.
" MCMILLIAN! You Yelled sir?" He raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. She had on her sunglasses, Aruror robes, a capucinno in one hand and her bag in another.
" You look like your going out shopping with the girls, not to your job, you were to report here 20 minutes ago and who are you?" He now acknowledged Harry's presence. He took in his appearance. Clean cut , visible business suit under his robes, hair untidy, scar.....scar.
"Potter, didn't recognize you there for a minute, how you been?" The greeneyed man didn't have a clue who was shaking his hand.
" Potter, this is Ernie Mcmillian, He attended Hogwarts with us, He now heads this head quarter, and heads something else too from what I hear." Ginny smiled slyly sitting in the comfortable chair before her superior's desk.
" Never mind that, Nice seeing you Potter,Good to have a man like you under me (Ginny snorted holding in her laughter) I mean, Virginia, your charge has arrived here and has been patiently waiting for you in your office (she groaned). We'll pay for what ever damage was caused by him. Good day and good luck. And do try to arrive on time, this is your Hundredth warning." The red head shook his hand then kissed his cheek.
"Give Colin my love." They quickly crept out of his office before he had a chance to say anything in return.
She headed to her office, Harry walking behind her not only admiring the view(chuckle) but looking around trying to see if anyone else was there from Hogwarts. She was standing outside her door, hearing rock music blasting form the inside. He looked at her confused.
"(turning the knob and opening the door) Harry meet Hayden Von Steffen."
There the boy stood mid air guitar. He must have been 15 years old, untidy blonde hair, not as white as the Malfoys. Baggy skater jeans, black robes with a black shirt that had the word 'Psyc ward' written across his left breast pocket.
" Ah well if it isn't my favorite Auror, Ginny Weasley. And how been you doll face? Did you miss me love? Cause I sure missed that body and those legs of your's"
She looked at him in disgust. "Listen pipsqueak, keep talking like that and your going to need a female hormones, cause Im personally going to perform the surgery now. Got it?" Ginny menancingly pointed her wand at his lower appendige. This didn't seem to phase him.
" Ah Gin, you said that last time. And who is this Arse hole, or should I guess, another of McMillian's boyfriends." Now it was Harry's turn to be offended.
"Didn't I tell you he was a great charge?"
"So Mr. Potter why aren't you married yet?" Ginny had gotten right to the point. She may have been a bit foward but it was truely the whiskey talking. She wasn't her self any more Olgen's fire whiskey had taken over her body.
"Well I guess I haven't found the right one." He was as sober as fish on land. Is that possible? Well the point was he wasn't as drunk (or had drunk as much as) the red head before him was(had). No, In an hour's time he had only had sips from the drink in his hand where she had had not one, not two, but about a dozen of Whisky shots and three glasses of Hagen's boiling Vodka.
"Really? Is that so Potter, I thought it was because you weren't over me." She laughed not sensing the weight that her word had on him. If She had been paying attention, and was more clear headed, she would've noticed the look in his eyes that screamed out 'Yes, I'm not over you at all.' Yet she was too busy ordering another shot.
"Betta be carefu' with this one,Love. She's been gett'n this bollock'd up since 'bout five years now." The waitress spoke as she set down two more shots. Harry nodded and watched as as Ginny knocked back another one and now was reaching for his shot.
"Eh, Gin, Don't you think you had enough?" She scowled. Who was he to talk to her like that? Not her father, not one of her brothers, not her boyfriend, not anything but Harry, Just Harry.
" Listen Potter,Don't you tells me what to do. (hic) 'cuse me. I know when I (hic) had enoughs. (hic)"
She put her head down on the table and instantly began to snore. He drank his glass of vodka, chased it with his shot and then proceeded to pick her up off the chair.
She stirred abit and then cuddled closer, her sweet sent of cinnamon and chocolate was now tainted with the smell of liqour. This was not the Ginny he knew, but she sure was amusing.
"Harry, I love yous. (his heart leapt with joy) Your the best brother. (It now plunged into the ground and further, currently reaching the earth's core)" He set her down on the floor against a wall and looked for her keys.
"Harry you 'members that kissss. You weres so cute withs the sssnows in yours hair.I loved you then. Harry?" He had stopped dead in his track from searching her pockets and was now looking at her half slit eyes. Ginny touched the sides of his face and pulled him in to a kiss. There tongues massaged eachother. He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other under her legs. He carried her still kissing her lips hungerly. When they finally broke apart her eyes were fully closed and she began to snore again.
Harry entered the flat, the sleeping red head in his arms and decided that he would just place her in his room. It was easier, faster, and convenient for him. Not because it was closer, but because he would be able to watch her sleep like the so many nights that she had crept into his room and laid beside him. Of course nothing would happen, not with two ex boyfriends who still wanted her back and an over protective brother oh so very near. No, he would just watch her, stroke her hair gently and prayed that every night of his life would be like that. Of course that had ended when she started dating SEAMUS.
'That prat.' He thought bitterly as he stared at Ginny's creamy white face in the moonlight, her soft curls spread out like a velvety river over his pillow. How could anyone choose some one else over her? Did they not see her beauty, her endless kindness, that special something that made Virginia Weasley the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with.
"You're the one Ginny. Ginny, Can I have you forever and always?" He whispered and she stirred a bit and mumbled
"uh huh Harry, sure. What ever you says." He frowned slightly, if only it were true. Soon it would be morning, so he decided to close his eyes and pull her closer. He gently kissed her forehead and brushed his lips against hers and fell asleep keeping her in his arms always through out the night.
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"Morning Garbo!" he teased and Ginny sleepily signaled for him to speak softer and with less volume. She had on a pair of sunglasses and her robe. What she needed now was one strong cup of coffee, and a hot shower. She had woken up in Harry's bed laying in his arms. Though she had felt quite comfortable there she knew that it would have hurt him to wake up with her there. She couldn't remember the previous nights events, but she knew sooner or later they would surface, 'dont they always'.
"Potter did I call you my brother last night?" She asked curiously
"Yeah, I think ." He really couldn't tell what she was thinking with those glasses she had on, usually her eyes gave her away.
"hmm." She began to stand up heading for the bathroom.
It wasn't on till she was in the shower that it hit her.
"Flying Snitches!(she exclaimed smacking her forehead) Merlin tell me I didn't kiss him." But that smile he had on in the kitchen told her other wise. If she kissed him that meant she told him the truth. No she wasn't that drunk, was she?
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"WEASLEY!" Her superior yelled out as she stepped off the elevetor. Ah the traditional vibration in the halls from the magnitude of the volume in the voice.
" MCMILLIAN! You Yelled sir?" He raised an eyebrow and looked her up and down. She had on her sunglasses, Aruror robes, a capucinno in one hand and her bag in another.
" You look like your going out shopping with the girls, not to your job, you were to report here 20 minutes ago and who are you?" He now acknowledged Harry's presence. He took in his appearance. Clean cut , visible business suit under his robes, hair untidy, scar.....scar.
"Potter, didn't recognize you there for a minute, how you been?" The greeneyed man didn't have a clue who was shaking his hand.
" Potter, this is Ernie Mcmillian, He attended Hogwarts with us, He now heads this head quarter, and heads something else too from what I hear." Ginny smiled slyly sitting in the comfortable chair before her superior's desk.
" Never mind that, Nice seeing you Potter,Good to have a man like you under me (Ginny snorted holding in her laughter) I mean, Virginia, your charge has arrived here and has been patiently waiting for you in your office (she groaned). We'll pay for what ever damage was caused by him. Good day and good luck. And do try to arrive on time, this is your Hundredth warning." The red head shook his hand then kissed his cheek.
"Give Colin my love." They quickly crept out of his office before he had a chance to say anything in return.
She headed to her office, Harry walking behind her not only admiring the view(chuckle) but looking around trying to see if anyone else was there from Hogwarts. She was standing outside her door, hearing rock music blasting form the inside. He looked at her confused.
"(turning the knob and opening the door) Harry meet Hayden Von Steffen."
There the boy stood mid air guitar. He must have been 15 years old, untidy blonde hair, not as white as the Malfoys. Baggy skater jeans, black robes with a black shirt that had the word 'Psyc ward' written across his left breast pocket.
" Ah well if it isn't my favorite Auror, Ginny Weasley. And how been you doll face? Did you miss me love? Cause I sure missed that body and those legs of your's"
She looked at him in disgust. "Listen pipsqueak, keep talking like that and your going to need a female hormones, cause Im personally going to perform the surgery now. Got it?" Ginny menancingly pointed her wand at his lower appendige. This didn't seem to phase him.
" Ah Gin, you said that last time. And who is this Arse hole, or should I guess, another of McMillian's boyfriends." Now it was Harry's turn to be offended.
"Didn't I tell you he was a great charge?"