Creep Chapter 2 Hey Pretty, jump in my car, a harry potter fanfic

Title- Creep

Author-Innocent Stalker

Rating- PG to PG-13 I suppose.

Disclaimer- I do not own Harry potter or any of the characters mentioned in this fic save for any original ones which are my property…mine. HARRY POTTER IS NOT! Gotta put that big or else I might get a lawsuit. This is being written for my enjoyment not for cash…

Warning- Swearing of course and sigh I don't think I need to apologize for this but if I don't put it some asshole will flame me…

Lesbians and homosexuality is prevalent in this fic. If you do not like, please FUCK OFF!

Enjoy. Any Authors notes are at the bottom.

Chapter 2-Hey Pretty, jump in my car and ride me!

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"Ginny…"

Hermione's soft voice reached my ears making me smile and snuggle my head farther into our carpet. Somehow during my memories and writing I had fallen out of my chair and snuggled into the rather soft carpet. At that moment however Crookshanks decided to show up and rub his furry bottom in my face.

"Ugh! Damn cat!"

I shot up shoving the cat away while becoming disoriented for a moment. The blood had rushed to my head but after a moment of sitting and resting, I looked about the bedroom. Hermione sat curled up with only a slinky camisole on in the bed staring at me with blurry eyes and her hair bushy about her head. The sun shone through our balcony doors and open curtains creating a patch of sunny carpet for the damn cat to curl in.

"You fell asleep on the carpet instead of in my arms…why?"

"Um…I got a muse."

I grinned stupidly and yawned as I stood and stretched out my limbs in a slow languid manner much the way Crookshanks was doing as he settled down to sleep. Hermione could only sigh heavily in that way she can only do as she scrambled off our bed.

"Well then write it down. Augh, I feel like I did the first time we moved in here and you ended up sleeping across the island in the kitchen before crawling over and having your head end up in the freezer for an hour."

She smiled at my rolled eyes and stumbled over to our bathroom that opened off the bedroom. I thought of joining her in the shower and it took only a few minutes for me to discard the idea. She wasn't exactly that happy with me falling asleep on the carpet and if I were to try to join her in the shower…I think she would shove the soap in my mouth.

"May as well get the paper at least…see what trash has been written in the Prophet as well." I only mumbled more thoughts as I fumbled over to the door and opened it slightly. The sight that greeted me was enough to make me want to run and jump in the shower with Hermione to get away.

Harry and Malfoy were so enamored in each other's mouths that they barely noticed the fact that they were on my mail and two papers. Of course I must also count in the fact that Harry's hands were swiftly traveling downward and as cute as the two are together…I can't have a mess on my door and papers.

"AHEM!"

My loud outburst only made the two break their lip lock and turn to me with slitted eyes and slight grins. Malfoy smirked and slowly let his arms drop from Harry's body as he waited for me to allow him in. I toyed briefly with the idea of slamming the door in his smug little prissy face but bit down my pride for that moment. I stepped back to allow the two in even as I noticed the way they walked in tune. Malfoy was rubbing off on Harry…little bastards.

"Ah Weasley thanks for the welcome. You at least have a pot of tea ready to make up for your rudeness?" Malfoy flashed a grin as he settled down onto the couch with Harry, his hand instantly going to pick up the many books Hermione left out all the time.

"Trying to speak of rudeness you little prick. I just woke up to the sight of you two nearly going down on each other! Fuck you and your pot of tea! Shove it up your tight arse you little fuck ass!"

Oh that was what I longed to say to him. Oh god those words were on my lips but Hermione had to sweep into the room and kiss me deeply, her hands running up over my breasts while the smell of her freshly washed body swept about me like a spiral drawn by a child. She knows how to set my anger down but god damn it! That was a good comeback too…I pouted for effect, hoping she got the message.

"Ah! You two want a fresh pot of tea? We just awakened so sorry for the delay but just busy yourselves there! Oh and Malfoy?" Hermione paused, waiting for Malfoy to turn around with a smug look. "Don't fucken try to proceed around the bases on our papers and mail again or I will take great glee in turning you into a duck. I know the spell." She settled for the brief rage that covered his face before she laughed loudly and swept into the kitchen preparing the tea already in her own little bustling way that I adore to watch. She usually lets me sit on the counter too while feeding me delicate bits of herself till she knows I can take no more and we entertain ourselves on the kitchen island right there.

"Ginny darling. Go be a sweet babe and wash up. You stink…badly. You can taste my neck and other parts of my body when you wash the sleep from your eyes and Crookshank's fur from your hair and clothes." Hermione turned back to the tea and cup of hot cocoa she was preparing, not seeing my crest-fallen look. I made a grand act of being sulky as I stamped into our bedroom and then into the bathroom. While I showered I still had those memories sweep at my mind of our first nights on our own.

--Nearly Two Years Before—

My eyes were wide at the sight upon the neat kitchen table and the smell that arose from that messy bundle. Who in their right mind could have left it just lying there in the most inappropriate of places? I scrunched up my nose and gave a great roar through the apartment.

"WHO IN THE HELL LEFT THEIR STANKY UNDIES ON THE TABLE?"

I received only silence as I glowered at the bundle of fabric, examining it closer now but still keeping far back from the smell. They were black and along the edges of the simple style was bright neon green trim. I picked up an old wooden stirring spoon I no longer wanted and lifted up the fabric, noticing now the curvy 'D' and little 'M' upon the crotch.

Harry rushed in then, his face red and flushed with Draco slipping up behind him with a glowering look. I must have interrupted their little escapade in the bathroom that involved a manner of things I was glad they removed before Hermione and I indulged in our own fantasies.

"God damn it Weasley. They're just underwear."

I only glowered at Malfoy, my eyebrows drawn tight as I threw the underwear straight into his face. I loathed in so many ways living with Malfoy since they forgot that they hadn't spoken to the apartment owner and lost the apartment next door to some band that stayed up all night babbling and having mass orgies. Bad enough the little ass liked to walk around naked and now he left his damn under-wear on the table we eat!

"If I were you I would go take Harry somewhere and leave for the next couple hours. I need to disinfect this place of wherever your little naked bum has been." I spun around at Malfoy's snort, giving him the patented 'psycho Weasley woman' glare that made Harry wrench the blonde down to their bedroom. Hermione only laughed gleefully at my rage-filled face as she swung around the table and wrapped her arms tight about me, making quite sure that her breasts were lightly pressed into my back. She knew quite well that doing so would make me weak-kneed and prone to her demands.

"Are you calmer now my darling? Or must I do more?"

I could have gladly thrown her down on the table and thrilled her for hours on end until she was begging for me to stop…but no. I couldn't do that because of one pair of Mr. Draco's underwear. "I'll be calmer once those two get a place of their own." I paused for a moment, a little grin as I spun to enfold Hermione in my arms. "Unless we just get another place and leave them this place…"

Hermione only laughed, pressing those sweet lips to my own. In no time at all…the underwear and cleaning was forgotten, swept away in a tide of lust and emotions. I was drawn under and down onto the carpet of the living room, eagerly crying out my apologies to Hermione.

I am so sorry people. A year gone by nearly…and not even a long chapter. I just didn't have the muse. Well that and I got involved with one very nice person. - Just so everyone knows…this is just a little baby side project…I'm not obsessed completely, when I write to it I do. I apologize though. Enjoy…later now.