Chapter 8
G2 - The Night After
Teresa missed the eyeroll of her husband at the rather fluffy ending, mostly due to the content of George's writing. She was all at once blushing, amused, upset, and excited at it.
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The Night After
By George Michaelson
"You, Harry," Ginny said, entering the common, "were absolutely amazing out there during that battle." She pulled her school robe off over her head, tossing it to the side of the commons, leaving her in blue jeans and a small form-fitting tshirt.
Harry grinned at the words, and had to admit that he much preferred being around her when she was wearing this as opposed to the school robes. "I just got lucky," he replied.
"Oh, no," Ginny said with a smirk, sauntering up close to him. "No, Harry Potter, that was skill. You getting lucky is yet to come." At those words, she placed an authoritative hand upon the front of his robes, pushing him backwards towards the stairwell leading up to the boys' dormitories.
Harry had never seen this side of Ginny before, but he had to admit he loved it. Ginny's eyes seemed to sparkle with amusement, mischief, and quite a bit of lust as she herded him up along the spiraling staircase. Halfway along the climb she fiercely pushed him to the side, up against the curving stone wall, pressing herself up tightly against him and sandwiching him between the wall with one leg beginning to ensnare around his.
A shivering breath escaped Harry as she placed a series of intense kisses along his collarbone. He closed his eyes, trying to stop his throat from making a noise that was seeking to escape, a primal sound from what her kisses and wandering hands were evoking. He didn't know how, but the two of them somehow managed to make their way up the remainder of the stairs, and the next thing he was aware of, his hand was extended behind him, fumbling to open the door to the seventh year dormitories while furiously kissing Ginny's lips.
Once his fingers finally were able to get the door open - Ginny firmly pushed him through the frame, towards his bed on the other side of the room, not stopping until the back of his calves ran up against the bedframe and he toppled backward to sit atop the comforter. She smirked and walked back away from him towards the door.
A brief second of confusion flashed through Harry's eyes until he saw that she was merely locking the entryway. As she sauntered back towards him, Harry was mesmerized by the way her hips and hair moved with each step, and before he knew it, she had cozied up to him on top of his lap.
"So, Harry," she whispered coyly, one hand playing with the fastening of Harry's outer robe while the other went even further and rubbed along Harry's tshirt from the inside of it.
Harry let out a trembled breath, and shivered once again as Ginny...
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(That's not the end of George's story, just the end of it here...)