Yay! Chapter 3 is up! An excellent piece of work, written by an excellent author! (Read: if you want to flame anyone, don't look at me;) (ah, you know I'm just kidding, hun))

Chapter 3: Harry

By Heather, also known as Belletrixie

I smother a laugh, taking Ginny's hand and leading her into an empty compartment. I've never seen those two look so utterly ridiculous. Not only has Ron not been able to stop gaping at Ginny since I've met him (unless you count the time while he was gaping at me), but poor old Malfoy was dumbstruck as well.

"Oh Merlin! This is good, Ginny! We were hilarious!" I whisper and she moves closer to me, pushing me onto the plush, cushioned seat. She draps her slender arms around my neck and pulls herself into my lap. She giggles into my chest before tilting her chin towards my face, her smoky brown eyes framed by black lushes smiling at me adoringly.

"Once a Weasley, always a Weasley," she smirks, pressing a light kiss onto my collarbone.

"You hardly look like one"

"Well, it's all in the heart."

"You have a heart?" I inquire incredulously, which, I'm soon to realize, was a mistake. I watched fearfully, my body freezing up, as her face darkened in rage before I'm pinned underneath her petite body. Seriously, I'd though I had better reflexes than that.

Well, I can afford one last cheeky comment, can't I? "Once and Griffindor, always a Griffindor." I smile cheekily, noticing Ron board the train from outside. Let's give him another shocker.

"Now that you've got me here, what are you going to do with me?" I ask suggestively.

"You'd be hard pressed to stop what I'm going to do," she purrs.

"Yes, in fact I'm sure I'll quite enjoy it," I reply pompously.

"What?" she asks, feigning shock. "If I had known you'd enjoy being beaten into a bloody pulp, I would have done it a whole lot sooner. To think! I've been denying the entire world's happiness all along!"

"Kill me?" I shriek, trying, unsuccessfully though, to remove myself from underneath her, "You're boyfriend?! Me?"

"Of course, you git!" she replies laughing. "Besides, I'm not really your boyfriend, now am I? So it's not like I'll have any moral issues with betting you up," she says with an innocent, almost bored voice, smoothing her skirt.

"Ginny! You wouldn't dare use that against me!" I exclaim, then, seeing a sadistic smirk growing, I add weakly, "would you?"

She swings herself up into a sitting position, straddling my waist and I visibly relax.

"No." She smiles guiltily, "you're too precious for my plans"

"Oh is that all I am?" I glare in mock anger, "A useful little tool for-"
"Shhh." She cuts me off, putting a finger to my lips. Then she arches a thin, black eyebrow towards the compartment door where Ron's voice floats through the hall.

"What the hell was wrong with him? Did you see his face?"

"Gee, you'd think he'd have the sense to know that no one besides the three of us had seen the dumbfounded look on Malfoy's face," is my only thought before Ginny claims my lips in a heated kiss

And just between you and me (I'd rather not face the wrath of Ronald Weasley, when I could be pleasuring myself with the gorgeous creature in front of me), Ron's rather lucky no one else saw his face as well. Hell, the Slytherins would be doing imitations for weeks.

A/N: Thank you, Heather!

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