Author's Note: I want more feedback, even if it's bad. Um. Oh yeah, I think
for being a lesbian I sure write a lot about gay guys, and I apologize to
everyone who thought the romance was gonna be with the girls. I mean, it
will be there, but so far I've been pulling this story right outta my ass
and this is just how it's flowed.
Disclaimer: No profit to me. =(
It was the middle of the afternoon when Harry had finally stopped inspecting his photo album, and he couldn't decide what to do. Standing and stretching with a yawn, he made his way to his Firebolt and began polishing it, all the while thinking of his long time friend. His dark messy hair was always the same, but the rest of Harry had changed quite a lot since puberty had struck. The lightning bolt scar never faded, but seemed to grow more pronounced with every nightmare he had. His jaw became more defined, and with the hours of Quidditch practice at Hogwarts giving him well toned muscles, Harry had become a nice looking, physically fit young man.
There was a problem with his looks though; at least he felt there was. The young soon to be fifth year could not stand the growing number of girls gawking at him, or boys constantly asking him about Quidditch. Hordes of students, mostly second and first years, would follow him around the grounds, either to talk or to stare, he couldn't decide which annoyed him more. It was while he was thinking of Ron and school and his broomstick all at once, that Harry abruptly got up from the bright orange bed. He almost violently threw open the old window, and flew out on his Firebolt, high into the sunny afternoon sky.
Wind rushed past his face, pressing his glasses firmly in place, as he flew through the slowly dimming sky. Harry had been flying for hours and the blanket of night was slowly wrapping itself around this part of the world. Tilting himself forward, he began a quick descent towards The Burrow, landing with a thud in front of a flustered Mrs. Weasley. "There you are Harry! We didn't know where you and Ron had got off to, and dinner's in ten minutes," she looked around briefly and asked, "Where is that boy anyway, he wasn't with you?" "Ah, well, I'm sure I could go find him for you." Harry replied, remembering the wrath of Mrs. Weasley from earlier. "Oh, that would be perfect, he starts his punishments directly after dinner!" The brown haired boy thought she made that last remark with a bit too much glee, but he shrugged it off and flew into the air once again. "I guess a patch of red from high above will be similar to a flicker of gold zooming about." he thought as he soared above the trees in search of Ron.
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A girly squeak escaped Ginny's mouth as Hermione pulled out a leather book mostly held together with spell-o-tape. The older witch gave her a funny look then brushed off the noise, opening the book with a grin. "I would have thought this book to be least dusty, considering 4th years aren't supposed to have it. Did you take this from Ron or did Fred and George decide to be 'helpful' with your education?" she laughed and flipped to the table of contents, "Come on now Ginny, I was only teasing, lets get started with this bonding thing now, alright?"
Being highly embarrassed, the tall, skinny redhead stuttered something incomprehensible, gave up trying to talk, and nodded her head in affirmation. Hermione began to read, "Introduction, page one: Sex Education in Wizard Society. Chapter one: Learning your anatomy. Chapter two: Muggle diseases and how to prevent them. Chapter three: Wizard diseases and their impact on muggle life. Chapter four: Relationship Dynamics Between Wizards and Muggles. Chapter five: Relationship Dynamics Between Wizards and Muggles of the Same Sex."
She then burst out laughing at the horrified look on Ginny's face. "What is it, ickle Ginnykins, can't handle a bit of nudity?" she was referring to the pictures, which were of witches and wizards, who just happened to be posing in all their naked glory. The old book was interesting, and fairly graphic, to say the least. Some spells that had been put on the pictures to create a constant blur to follow over their private parts had faded considerably, which was probably why Ginny was as red as her hair.
Hours had passed since they had first started reading the tattered old book, and still they were only half through. Hermione had never taken so long to finish such a short book, but with all the interesting pictures, and fits of laughter at the ridiculous writing, it wasn't a surprise. "How old is this thing anyway? And you never did tell me where you got it." "Er. I dunno, George said it's been in the family for ages, probably fifty years at least, but with none of the pictures having clothes," she blushed deeply at this, "I can't tell what time era they might be from." Shrugging, the fifth year replied, "Well, I'd say this is a pretty good find for being fifty years old. Lots of detail, ya know?" by this she meant the 'alternative' section, showing graphic pictures and descriptions of some very naughty things.
By the time the girls were finished, Hermione thought Ginny would explode from being so red in the face. Standing and rubbing out the crick that had formed in her neck, Ginny quickly excused herself to go help with dinner, not wanting to be so flustered around her friend. Really though, she was feeling a lot more than just flustered; especially since they'd both been holding the book at one point, their fingers barely touched, and their bodies were so close. It was no wonder Ginny had to run; she might've done something she'd deeply regret.
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Tough, Quidditch-tempered hands brushed through his soft and slightly damp red hair. Sleepy eyes fluttered open to stare into ones that were wide- awake. Ron reached out to brush away the phantom form of his best friend only to find that he wasn't a part of his imagination. His hand rested against Harry's cheek, he was groggy and couldn't think straight, so he just kept staring into those bright green eyes not knowing what to do. Dusk swept over the trees and he realized he must have slept right through dinner. "Mum will kill me," he thought. A light shake tore his thoughts from his mind and a soft voice filled it with new ones. Every time he heard it his focus could only be on Harry, the rest of the world did not exist.
"Hey Ron, you have a good sleep here? You've got stuff all over you," Harry laughed playfully and dragged Ron to his feet. A drop of fear ran through the taller boy as he remembered what he did earlier that day, but soon disappeared when he felt his friend's hands brushing the twigs and grass from his back and carefully taking them out of his hair. Was it his imagination, or was Harry being down right _affectionate_? "C'mon, I'll race you home, your mum decided to have a late night dinner outside tonight, hurry or they'll start without us and leave us with the veggies!" and with that he kicked the ground hard and took off with a burst of speed, leaving Ron with a head full of unanswered questions and a stomach full of butterflies.
Disclaimer: No profit to me. =(
It was the middle of the afternoon when Harry had finally stopped inspecting his photo album, and he couldn't decide what to do. Standing and stretching with a yawn, he made his way to his Firebolt and began polishing it, all the while thinking of his long time friend. His dark messy hair was always the same, but the rest of Harry had changed quite a lot since puberty had struck. The lightning bolt scar never faded, but seemed to grow more pronounced with every nightmare he had. His jaw became more defined, and with the hours of Quidditch practice at Hogwarts giving him well toned muscles, Harry had become a nice looking, physically fit young man.
There was a problem with his looks though; at least he felt there was. The young soon to be fifth year could not stand the growing number of girls gawking at him, or boys constantly asking him about Quidditch. Hordes of students, mostly second and first years, would follow him around the grounds, either to talk or to stare, he couldn't decide which annoyed him more. It was while he was thinking of Ron and school and his broomstick all at once, that Harry abruptly got up from the bright orange bed. He almost violently threw open the old window, and flew out on his Firebolt, high into the sunny afternoon sky.
Wind rushed past his face, pressing his glasses firmly in place, as he flew through the slowly dimming sky. Harry had been flying for hours and the blanket of night was slowly wrapping itself around this part of the world. Tilting himself forward, he began a quick descent towards The Burrow, landing with a thud in front of a flustered Mrs. Weasley. "There you are Harry! We didn't know where you and Ron had got off to, and dinner's in ten minutes," she looked around briefly and asked, "Where is that boy anyway, he wasn't with you?" "Ah, well, I'm sure I could go find him for you." Harry replied, remembering the wrath of Mrs. Weasley from earlier. "Oh, that would be perfect, he starts his punishments directly after dinner!" The brown haired boy thought she made that last remark with a bit too much glee, but he shrugged it off and flew into the air once again. "I guess a patch of red from high above will be similar to a flicker of gold zooming about." he thought as he soared above the trees in search of Ron.
~-~-~-~
A girly squeak escaped Ginny's mouth as Hermione pulled out a leather book mostly held together with spell-o-tape. The older witch gave her a funny look then brushed off the noise, opening the book with a grin. "I would have thought this book to be least dusty, considering 4th years aren't supposed to have it. Did you take this from Ron or did Fred and George decide to be 'helpful' with your education?" she laughed and flipped to the table of contents, "Come on now Ginny, I was only teasing, lets get started with this bonding thing now, alright?"
Being highly embarrassed, the tall, skinny redhead stuttered something incomprehensible, gave up trying to talk, and nodded her head in affirmation. Hermione began to read, "Introduction, page one: Sex Education in Wizard Society. Chapter one: Learning your anatomy. Chapter two: Muggle diseases and how to prevent them. Chapter three: Wizard diseases and their impact on muggle life. Chapter four: Relationship Dynamics Between Wizards and Muggles. Chapter five: Relationship Dynamics Between Wizards and Muggles of the Same Sex."
She then burst out laughing at the horrified look on Ginny's face. "What is it, ickle Ginnykins, can't handle a bit of nudity?" she was referring to the pictures, which were of witches and wizards, who just happened to be posing in all their naked glory. The old book was interesting, and fairly graphic, to say the least. Some spells that had been put on the pictures to create a constant blur to follow over their private parts had faded considerably, which was probably why Ginny was as red as her hair.
Hours had passed since they had first started reading the tattered old book, and still they were only half through. Hermione had never taken so long to finish such a short book, but with all the interesting pictures, and fits of laughter at the ridiculous writing, it wasn't a surprise. "How old is this thing anyway? And you never did tell me where you got it." "Er. I dunno, George said it's been in the family for ages, probably fifty years at least, but with none of the pictures having clothes," she blushed deeply at this, "I can't tell what time era they might be from." Shrugging, the fifth year replied, "Well, I'd say this is a pretty good find for being fifty years old. Lots of detail, ya know?" by this she meant the 'alternative' section, showing graphic pictures and descriptions of some very naughty things.
By the time the girls were finished, Hermione thought Ginny would explode from being so red in the face. Standing and rubbing out the crick that had formed in her neck, Ginny quickly excused herself to go help with dinner, not wanting to be so flustered around her friend. Really though, she was feeling a lot more than just flustered; especially since they'd both been holding the book at one point, their fingers barely touched, and their bodies were so close. It was no wonder Ginny had to run; she might've done something she'd deeply regret.
~-~-~-~
Tough, Quidditch-tempered hands brushed through his soft and slightly damp red hair. Sleepy eyes fluttered open to stare into ones that were wide- awake. Ron reached out to brush away the phantom form of his best friend only to find that he wasn't a part of his imagination. His hand rested against Harry's cheek, he was groggy and couldn't think straight, so he just kept staring into those bright green eyes not knowing what to do. Dusk swept over the trees and he realized he must have slept right through dinner. "Mum will kill me," he thought. A light shake tore his thoughts from his mind and a soft voice filled it with new ones. Every time he heard it his focus could only be on Harry, the rest of the world did not exist.
"Hey Ron, you have a good sleep here? You've got stuff all over you," Harry laughed playfully and dragged Ron to his feet. A drop of fear ran through the taller boy as he remembered what he did earlier that day, but soon disappeared when he felt his friend's hands brushing the twigs and grass from his back and carefully taking them out of his hair. Was it his imagination, or was Harry being down right _affectionate_? "C'mon, I'll race you home, your mum decided to have a late night dinner outside tonight, hurry or they'll start without us and leave us with the veggies!" and with that he kicked the ground hard and took off with a burst of speed, leaving Ron with a head full of unanswered questions and a stomach full of butterflies.