While London Sleeps
by foggygoggles
A/N: Blah, the story will be fairly self-explanatory. Any questions? Just ask them in a review! I really am excited for this fic & for the upcoming sexxxxxxx.
"Harry, dear," Twenty-three year old Ginny Weasley-Potter said as she strapped on her black, triangular-shaped high heels. "I'll tie your tie for you if you'd just get out of the loo!"
Harry Potter grinned as he sauntered out of the master bedroom's adjoining bathroom. He whistled at his wife and grabbed his black suit blazer. "You look brilliant, love," he said, shrugging the blazer on.
Ginny took one last look at herself in the mirror and deemed herself lovely. The slinky burgundy halter top dress she was wearing ended mid-thigh, showing off her short, but nice, legs. She pressed glittery powder on her freckled chest and shoulders and strode across the room to her husband. "Hermione and Ron should be coming here soon," she said as she summoned Harry's tie. She wrapped the tie around her husband's neck and began to loop the tie.
"Are you sure we should have invited them?" Harry said nervously. "I mean, they're not like us."
"Honestly," Ginny started. "They invited themselves to Luna's party. Once they figure out what kind of party it is, Hermione will drag Ron out of there and they'll never bother us again."
"Suppose they tell your mother?" countered Harry, knitting his eyebrows together.
"They won't," replied Ginny. "Well, Ron will want to, but Hermione will understand that it's none of her business and she won't interfere."
"And she'll threaten Ron with no sex if he tells, so everything ends up perfectly," Harry said. "For us, anyway."
"Augh, Potter, I don't want to think about my brother's sex life," Ginny wrinkled her nose and looped his tie one last time before tugging it down and smoothing out his shirt. "Ready?"
"Mhm, just got to find the portkey that Loony sent us," said Harry. He rummaged through his pocket and pulled out a pair of radish earrings. "Merlin, Luna is so weird." He handed one to Ginny and she hooked it in her ear.
Ginny elbowed him. "Don't insult our host - and my best friend," she said. She winked and started walking towards the bedroom door. She pulled on her midnight black cloak and said, "I think Hermione and Ron should be coming through the fireplace right... now."
There was a shuffling from the living room and the couple distinctly heard a female voice mutter, "Ron, get off my foot!" Harry snickered and flicked Ginny on the shoulder as he brushed by her and out the door. "Ron! Hermione!" he cried as he hugged his best mates.
"Loony's gonna have good food at this party, right?" grumbled Ron as he clapped his mate on the back.
"Ron!" said Hermione. "Luna Zabini is going to have wonderful food at her party. Ginny says she always does." She hastely hugged Ginny and stepped back. "How do I look?" she whispered. Hermione unbuttoned her cloak.
"Perfect," said Ginny as she looked Hermione over. Her bushy brown hair was pulled back and up into an elegant bun and the long black dress she was wearing complemented her figure, well, good enough. "The men will eat you up!"
"Ginny!" gasped Hermione under her breath. Ginny only winked and moved to hug her brother.
"All set to go?" she said loudly. Ron muttered a yes, Hermione nodded, and Harry grinned. "Well then, Ron, you've got the portkey Luna's sent you?"
Ron held up a pair of garnet earrings. "Got it," he said. He handed one to Hermione and she hooked it in her ear.
"And Harry, you've got the radish?" continued Ginny. Harry nodded. "Well then, the portkeys should activate in five... four... three... ( - Ginny grabbed her husband's hand as Ron pulled Hermione close to him. - ) two... one!" Immediately, the portkeys activated and the four were swept in a stomach tumbling experience as they magically transported to the Zabini Manor in Wiltshire, England.
"Augh," Harry moaned as the two landed in the vestibule of the manor. "I'm still not used to this." Ginny only rolled her eyes before unbuttoning her cloak and handing it to the waiting servant.
"Welcome to the Zabini Manor, Mrs. Potter, Mr. Potter, Mrs. Weasley, Mr. Weasley," welcomed the butler. "May I have your invitations?"
"Here you go, Sir Rogers!" Ginny replied as she handed the four invitations to the Zabini's long time butler. Sir Rogers tweaked a smile before showing the four into a large ballroom.
"Wow, it's magnificent here," Hermione gasped.
"A little weirdly decorated though," snorted Ron. "I mean, what's the blue stuff coming out of the lamps?"
"Pixie dust," said a voice behind them. "To ward off the Gorgons, of course."
Ginny turned around and grinned. "Luna!" she cried as Ron looked down and mouthed, "Gorgons?" to his wife.
"We're so glad you could make it, Mrs. Potter," said Blaise Zabini as he came up behind his wife. He lifted Ginny's hand and kissed it. Hermione blushed when he did the same to her. "May I have your portkeys, men?" Harry and Ron gave their portkeys to Blaise, who promptly put them in a large hat.
"Enjoy the party," Luna said. "Banquets to the left, dancing to the right, mingling all over. I think we've got an infestation of Argus', but not to worry, they hate the color blue, so the pixie dust should ward them off, too!"
Ginny grinned as she led her husband away. The two spent the night mingling with the other socialite couples and keeping an eye on Ron and Hermione. They seemed to be enjoying themselves, but they were still a bit hesitant around the pompous couples who had also been invited to the party. As the old grandfather clock struck midnight (and exploded into a mist of blue pixie dust), Luna became to call for everyone's attention.
"Well, husbands, pick a portkey!" she yelled as she walked over to a gaggle of men. One by one the men began to pick an earring; some of them whooped while the others shrugged in confusion.
"Ronald," Luna said, holding out the hat. Ron stuck his hand into the hat and pulled out a ruby earring.
"This isn't mine," he said as Harry dug into the hat.
Harry rose an eyebrow. "Yeah, so, what would be the fun in that?"
"What're you talking about?" muttered Ron, narrowing his eyebrows.
"Ron, you have to know what kind of party this is," started Harry. When Ron's ears began to turn red, he continued. "It's a portkey party - you go home with someone else's wife."
"WHAT?" yelped Ron.
"Yeah, come on," Harry said. "Both earrings activate at 12:30 and then you're off to the bird's place and the night is yours."
"What - Harry - Merlin - disgusting - HERMIONE!" yelled Ron.
Immediately, Hermione came running over. "What in the world, Ronald Bilius Weasley!"
"Do you know what kind of party we're at?" yelled Ron. "They're SWINGERS."
Hermione's eyes widened. "What!" She looked from Harry to Ginny, who just shrugged in return.
"Come on, Mione," Ron said as he grabbed his wife's hand. "Accio garnet earring!" There was a loud yell as the garnet earring was ripped from a man's hand and into Ron's. "We're getting out of here." He gave Harry and Ginny a look of disgust and pulled Hermione out of the room.
"Five seconds!" yelled Luna as she clapped her hands together.
"Lunch tomorrow?" Ginny asked, grinning.
Harry nodded and kissed her on the cheek. "I'll be back at noon."
As Harry pulled back, the floor pulled away from beneath him and the two began to portkey away.
Harry groaned as his feet landed firmly on the floor. It seemed he had arrived before his companion, so he took the time to observe his surroundings. Peach walls, wooden floors, gigantic canopy bed with peach colored silk covers, pillows, sheets. There were many magical beauty products on the cherry wood dresser and the fireplace was already roaring.
There was a small shriek and a black haired beauty fell in a heap onto the plush peach carpet in the middle of the floor in front of him. Her back was facing him, so Harry couldn't see who was in front of him. He watched as the woman pulled herself up into a sitting position before walking over and crouching down.
"Need a hand?" he whispered.
Harry expected a smile and a hand in his - he didn't expect expect a frown and for the hand to push him hard until he fell on his arse on the ground.
"Harry Potter?" hissed the raven haired woman.
"Er.. yes?" Harry said, rubbing the back of his head. He squinted and looked her over. She looked very familiar. Long black tendrils of hair, oval shaped brown eyes, slightly pug nose... "Parkinson?"
She scowled. "I go by Malfoy, now," she said.
He wrinkled his nose. "How'd I end up with you?"
"How did you end up with me? You should be thanking your god awful good luck that you ended up with me!" cried Pansy as she stood up.
Harry followed her lead and smirked. "Narcissistic, eh?"
"Nar-what?" yelled Pansy, putting her hands on her hips.
"Bright, too," laughed Harry. He strode over to the arm chair in the room and plopped into it.
"Merlin!" Pansy said, stomping her foot. "Get out of my manor!" She walked over and began swatting him on the shoulder. "Get out! All I wanted was a bloody shag and I get Harry Bleedin' Potter!"
"They don't call me Saint Potter for nothing," Harry said as she grabbed her hands and clasped them together. He pulled her down until she fell into his lap. "One night with me and you're in heaven."
Surprisingly, she laughed. "You think you can satisfy me, Saint Potter?"
"I think I can do more," smirked Harry.
Pansy shifted her hands out of his and began to finger the material of his shirt. After a bit of thinking, she smirked. "Well then," she said. "Get to it."
Draco Malfoy and Ginny Weasley-Potter spun through the air, both of them being magically transported to one place - the Potter flat. The trip seemed awfully long to Ginny, but she was too excited to worry about whether or not the portkey was accidentally going to splinch her.
"No worries," thought Ginny as she felt herself slowing down. Her stomach was returning to her midsection when she smacked straight into another person. The two fell - Ginny underneath the man - and laid on the floor of the Potter's bedroom for a minute or so before opening their eyes.
"Well, I rather like this landing," drawled the bloke.
Ginny opened her eyes and was instantly drawn into the darkness that had engulfed the room. Neither Harry nor she had remembered to light any candles before they had left - just as well, Ginny thought as she felt the man's bulge on her thigh. I'm too horny for any pleasantries.
"Me too," she replied huskily. She moved her hands up from where they were trapped near the bloke's manhood and let them travel up his hard chest and to his face. She cupped his cheek with her hand and whispered, "Is this your first time?"
He chuckled. "I'm by no means a virgin, if that's what you mean." He thrusted his hips on hers to emphasize his words. "If you're talking about the portkey party, though, then yes." He pushed himself up on one hand and let his other hand travel the length of her body. "And as of right now, I'm really enjoying it."