Merlin's Balls!
Chapter 1
By Dahlia Reynolds
Disclaimer: All characters and places belong to J.K. Rowling, unfortunately. However, you can tell its our plot, as not even she would come up with something so genius! Lol.
Ginny's POV
Oh, shit, this is so humiliating. I not only land in the lap of my crush, but I hit said crush's balls in the process, probably making it so- HOLD ON, BACK UP. MY WHAT? He is NOT my crush, I do not like him, I tell you! He is my brother's best friend, nothing more!
Harry's POV
Harry watched amusedly as different emotions flickered over the girl's face. She's not a girl anymore, mentioned part of his mind, but he chose to ignore that part, which constantly mentioned how beautiful little Ginny Weasley really was. Now would not be the time for it, considering said girl was sitting in his lap.
Scrambling to get off his lap, face as red as her hair, she squeaked for about the twentieth time, " I'm SO sorry, Harry! This won't happen again, I swear! I'm not usually-er ALWAYS like this! Can I get you ice for that, seriously? This must be rather painful!"
" Er… I'm not going to tell you it isn't painful, but I'm fine. I don't need ice. Why don't you get back to class? You're going to be late," the man in question replied, attempting to hide the pain on his face with a grin. Damn, I probably looked constipated.
Standing, he helped Ginny pick up her books before walking rather awkwardly to my new room in the castle.
Ginny's POV
He helped me pick up my books! He's so sweet! And great Merlin, he looked delicious in those- Reaching up a hand, she slapped herself, and yelped slightly. That was harder than she had intended, damn it all. Oh, this day was going horribly so far.
First, I'm running late for class, so have to practically gallop to get there on time.
Then, as I run, I catch myself dreaming of my bloody brother's best bloody friend! (What, in Merlin's name, is worse than that!)
Oh, I know something worse! How about having my day dream interrupted (that's not horrible, I know) by the man HIMSELF! How unfair is that!
I-quite literally, in fact- land on him (and I am NEVER repeating this out loud, for some stupid person, probably my DEAR brother Ronnikins, would claim I was falling head over feet for the bloke….Ugh. So NOT!).
If that wasn't horrible enough, I have to land directly in his lap, sit and oggle him for several long moments, before turning beet red and, to make matters worse, CRUSH THE MAN'S BALLS! Well, of course it would be the man's, as….well, yeah. WE don't need to go into that!
Now, to top it all off, McGonigall will have my head for being late again! And, of course, being the red-headed freak that I am, I'LL BE BLUSHING THE WHOLE BLOODY TIME!
DAMN YOU HARRY POTTER! DAMN YOU (And, of course, teenage hormones.)
Harry's POV
Harry waddled down the hallway in a bad mood. Stopping just before his room, he murmured the password (along with a rather rude comment) to the grinning portrait, to which Sir Cadegon replied somewhat snippily, "Well, I never! Someone seems to have a lance up his-"
He was cut off by the portrait being closed with a sharp bang!
Still glaring, Harry stomped (not quite as well as he usually could when his balls weren't crushed, but still.) over to the fireplace and tossed in the floo powder. He stuck his head in the now green fire, and waited impatiently to reach Ron and Hermione's house.
"Ron?" Harry called into the seemingly vacant house. Hearing footsteps, he saw a tremendously irritated redhead with unusually ruffled red hair and disheveled clothing. "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU WANT?" When he saw Harry, he quickly attempted to straighten his bedraggled appearance.
Harry raised a brow. "Did I interrupt something?" he questioned, voice full of good humor.
"No! What do you want?" Ron replied indignantly, flushing slightly.
Harry sighed. " Dumbledore wants me to teach at the school as the assistant Quidditch coach. I TOLD him I wanted to be an Auror, but he, as usual, insists on meddling in other people's lives despite their OWN wishes. Supposedly I should get away from the press for a while, so I have to delay my Auror training for now."
"Wow, sorry mate. That's too bad. Well, Dumbledore's always had his reasons, hasn't he?" Ron suggested.
Harry glared sharply at his best friend, quite irritated that he could talk so sensibly at a time like this, on a topic such as this. When he needed, for once, Ron's temper, his readiness to jump into battle and defend his best friend, he suddenly becomes levelheaded! What type of justice was this!
Unfortunately, his sharp reply was cut off by the entrance of the third member of the Golden Trio, who was tightly wrapped in a dusty rose colored robe. Her hair too was rather tangled and wild, but he chose not to comment, hoping to save them all from a potentially uncomfortable and embarrassing situation. And it certainly would be uncomfortable, if his two best friends, more like family to him really, began to discuss their sex life. UGH!
Hope everyone enjoyed the chapter!
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Lady Therin- Thanks! Lol. You're the first person to ask that...We kinda forgot to put it in. ;) It takes place in Ginny's seventh year, a year after Harry has graduated from Hogwarts.
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Dahlia Reynolds
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