The Little Dog

A red haired Ginny Weasley was curling up under the large tree by the lake near her home. Letting the shade and the sunlight dance on her bare stomach, she yawned. After a long lazy summer day, with such activities as swimming, shopping and sleeping, It was enough to make on dream of going back to bed. But Ginny had different plans in mind. Within the next few days, she would be traveling to London, with her father and brother Ron to the Ministry to visit Harry, where he and Ron would be in Auror training. Hermione was off in Italy, training to become a healer and (for Ron's benefit) that would be their next stop.

But Ginny also had ulterior motives. She knew that she needed to somehow get Harry's attention or she would never see him again - she would lose her chance forever. Harry had graduated last year and with his final encounter with Voldemort, he had come off conqueror. Now there was no more threat to the wizarding world - everything was back to normal. But Ginny's poor heart remained a speed demon whenever Harry was near. His gorgeous emerald green eyes, his captivating smile, his messy black hair and his nearly seven years of friendship made him all the more endearing and close to her heart. After meeting him and having that silly childish crush on him, she had hoped that one day she would be over him and be able to move on with her life. But alas, it was not meant to be. For her heart ever belonged to that of the Boy-Who-Lived, Harry Potter.

Whenever she would close her eyes, she could perfectly picture his handsome features in her mind. Oft times, she would be dreaming of that luscious mouth, saying over and over how much he loved her, kissing her without reservation, holding her in his massive Quidditch-induced arms. She would love nothing more than to just be in his arms, and hear him whisper over and over again her name... Ginny... Ginny...

"Ginny Weasley!"

She suddenly bolted up from the grass, looking to where the voice had come from. She looked towards the Burrow and saw a figure moving towards her. Suddenly, she gasped and grinned.

"Harry?!" She ran at him, throwing her arms around his neck. He whirled her around dramatically, laughing and squeezing her tightly.

When he finally put her down, he let his hands rest on her waist and she grinned. "Harry, what on earth are you doing here? We were supposed to meet you tomorrow."

"Well, seeing as I don't have to be at the Dursley's ever again - I decided to come and stay with my favorite family for a while. I spoke with your father yesterday and he said he wouldn't mind one bit if I stayed for a few days." Then he eyed her up and down quickly. "But I suggest that you put on some clothes first, dear Ginny. If not, I think your father will take back my permission to stay - be it The-Boy-Who-Lived or not."

Ginny blushed at his obvious flirting as he squeezed her slim waist and she giggled, pulling away from his touch. It was too much. "How about you go swimming with me?" she suggested.

"How can you even say that? Has Ron seen this bathing suit? Or lack of a bathing suit?" Harry teased. "I'm sure he'd disapprove and then lock you up in your room until your thirty or so."

"Come on, Harry. Ron's not even here yet."

"So you want me on your father's black list?" he asked dramatically.

"What is so wrong with going swimming with me, Harry?" Ginny laughed.

"Seventeen year old Ginny Weasley, in a very skimpy bikini, and wants to go get soaking wet, with her body of an angel, and making me feel like I want to..." Harry closed her eyes for a moment, and Ginny covered her mouth to keep from laughing, but also to suppress the surprise written on her face. His blunt and obvious flirting was a very nice change in Harry, considering his very gloomy past two years.

Finally, Harry opened his eyes and slipped his hand around her waist. "You're right - let's go have a swim." Then he whipped off his shirt, revealing a much more sculpted body than she had dreamed.

Maybe this wasn't such a god idea...

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Ginny was finally on shore again, after being dunked under water by Harry a few dozen times, and then returning the favor back once or twice, they had finally decided to take a break and rest under the shady tree. Harry had taken the best spot, and Ginny, in her rare form, had decided to sit on his lap and lean against his muscular frame. They talked about everything, with his hands around her waist, and Ginny thoroughly enjoying his attentions.

"So, when did you decide to get this?" he asked, fingering the belly ring in her smooth stomach.

"Oh, I dunno. I saw a few muggle girls wearing it and I thought it looked cool. Why? Do you not like it?" Ginny asked.

"Well, it's all right, I guess. But it gets in the way of my rubbing your little tummy."

Almost instantly, Ginny reached down, unhooked the ring and tossed it over her shoulder. Harry's hand ran smoothly over her stomach and felt up her sides, making her pulse race.

"Mmmm, much better." Harry whispered in her ear, making it tingle.

"Harry?"

"Hmmm?"

"Might I inquire about the way you are holding me and touching me talking to me, is not the way two mates hold and touch and talk to each other. "I'm your best mates little sister, for heavens sake! Surely you don't-"

"No, Ginny." he said, putting his hands again on her waist and turning her to face him. "You have never been 'Ron's little sister' or just another one of my mates."

"Well then, what am I to you?" she asked daringly, not even believing the words that were coming out of her mouth.

"You, Ginny Weasley," Harry smiled, rubbing his hand up her side, "have always been that beautiful bright, spunky little red headed girl that inspired my happiness when I didn't think there was any left in the world. You made me laugh through my bitter darkness, you made me smile regardless of my sad lonely past, and you made my future look bright and happy, full of laugher and joy and a love I never could have dreamed of."

At the sound of the world 'love,' Ginny's heart almost stopped. No, he didn't love her - did he?

"You were the one thing that kept me going, that little reminder that there was happiness and friendship - something worth living for. And that is something I could never let go of or ever forget."

"So what exactly are you saying?" she whispered, not daring to believe the words that were now coming out of his mouth.

"I'm saying that you were the little seductive imp in the corner of the common room, and it took all the will power I had not to take you in my arms and snog you senseless. If I had, with your brother standing right there, I would not be alive right now to tell you this." he chuckled. "You were little ray of sunshine and happiness in my life when I thought there was no more. And you were the bloody thief that stole my heart and refused to give it back, no matter how hard I tried to put you out of my mind, trying to convince myself that you were Ron's little sister and that you had five other brothers and a father that would tear me to threads if I dared to touch you."

"But?"

"But nothing worked. I might have managed to keep my hands off you for seven years, but now that you're half-naked, wet and in my arms, there's no way I'm going to let you go. I love you, Ginny. I've loved you forever it seems, but I couldn't give in, not with so much danger and darkness, not with so many chances of failure or death. And definitely not with your brothers around. Now, with no death threats besides that of your male family members, I have only one choice. That is to tell you exactly how I feel, see if those feelings could ever be returned, and then kiss you for my own sanity."

Ginny wiped the tears from her face and chuckled. "Damn tears..." she managed to squeeze out.

"Oh, Ginny." he said, holding her against his chest and closing his eyes. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have been so forward. I... I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"Harry James Potter!" she exclaimed, turning again in his lap and straddling him seductively. "You better kiss me right now, damnit, and then I'll decide if I want to tell you how I feel!"

"Yes, ma'am." Harry said with a grin, taking hold of her face and leaning up to kiss her.

It was better even than she had dreamed. The feel of his smooth lips kissing hers ever so gently. She was touched that he didn't want to scare her, but she had waited so long for this moment, she wasn't going to let it get away. She placed her hand on his jaw, deepening this kiss and leaning in, sliding a hand on his chest and caressing him intimately, almost setting a flame inside him as he fervently responded. He squeezed her side tightly and it made her giggle, breaking the kiss.

"Yes, I love you, too, Harry. I always have. I just never thought you would ever see me as more than Ron's little sister who's had a helpless crush on you forever."

"Oh, no, you're not that at all." Harry chuckled, and pulling her body against his. "You're that damn good looking woman that I can't wait to shag." he said, running his hand down her side and down her thighs, her leg and all the way back up

"Harry, you're a pervert." Ginny giggled, putting a hand on his chest trying to push him away, but sliding it around his neck anyway.

"Yeah, but you love me anyway." he said kissing her again. "You said so yourself."

"That I did." she said leaning in, her covered breasts protruding from the bikini line and pressing them against his body, she sighed in his face. "But you'll just have to wait about the shagging part."

"Oh, you are so mean." Harry said with his eyes closed, and she knew that she could get him quite randy in this position, while in her very scant bikini and still straddling his lap. She gently bucked her hips against his body and giggled.

"Damn you, Ginny Weasley!" he shouted, picking her up and laying her on the ground beside him. Then covering her body with his own, he laughed. "Ha! I'll get you, my pretty! And you're little dog too!"

"Huh?" Ginny asked.

"Never mind. It's off of a muggle film." Harry shrugged.

"Oh. Because I was about to say, I'm not the one with a little dog..."

"Ah, you horrid wench!" Harry said and she giggled. "How do you expect me to wait until we're married to shag you when you're trying to tempt me with your delicious body and comments about my little dog?"

"Oh, just shut up and kiss me, Mr. Potter." Ginny said, wrapping her arms around her neck.

"Gladly, Mrs. Potter."

Ginny grinned as he bent down and kissed her again. It was heaven, his kiss. Being in his arms was heaven.

Only ten minutes later, they heard someone calling. It was Ron.

"Harry! Ginny! Are you out here?"

Ginny pulled away with a smile. "Ron can't see us like this, Harry. I want you to live to be old enough to marry me someday."

"Damnet. We need another good seven years to make up for lost time." Harry said in frustration, standing and taking her hand to face her behind the tree.

"Don't worry, Harry." Ginny said, placing one more kiss on his lips, before walking out from behind the tree, a safe distance away from Harry as they approached Ron. "If you're a good boy around my family, and wait a year or two, you can have me for the rest of my life."

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A/N: Okay, I know that this wasn't the best and it was really short, but let me know how and if you like it. If you do, I might be making a bunch of one shot fics, and keep reposting them here. So, let me know what you think. In other words... REVIEW!!!!!!! -grin- Thanksies! -huggles-