Chapter Two- Try Me Out
Ginny had never been instantly attracted to someone like that before. Not that she'd met many prospects being basically confined to the Burrow and Ottery St. Catchpole her whole life. But, when she saw him sitting at the table at Kings Cross looking over towards platform 9 ¾ at first, she was concerned that he'd see Ron go through the barrier. When he didn't show any surprise, she figured he must be a Hogwarts student too, but wasn't one hundred percent sure until later.
That morning she'd certainly hoped that she'd meet someone at Hogwarts that would get her as interested as she had been. That was why she'd spent so long painstakingly doing her hair that morning and hummed and hawed over what she was going to wear on the train ride. She'd even taken a little bit of makeup from her mum to hide the circles under her eyes a bit. Opting to try and cuddle with her nephew all night had turned out to be immensely stupid. The kid was all elbow and fee. Regardless, she had been determined to shove all of her nervousness down, and try to act like she wasn't deliriously excited and trepidatious.
Sitting down with him and claiming it was because there were no other open tables was a bold move. She was incredibly nervous about how she might be coming across. But he was so cute, and she'd had very little interaction with boys before that weren't related to her. At first, she didn't know if he'd heard her, or didn't find her joke about having no where else to sit funny. After he nodded and she sat she saw him look around and realize she'd lied. But he didn't say anything about it, and looked pleased with her choice of joining him.
Talking to him had been so easy, and his blush had been so endearing. Ginny wondered if most of the boys at school would be like this. But she'd couldn't imagine they would all have this affect on her. She kept biting her lip in an effort to make herself stop smiling like a maniac.
When Ron came over and they actually exchanged names she was floored. This was the boy she'd been wanting to meet since she could remember. His was the bed time story she'd begged for until she could read it herself, and got tired of the teasing. Her day dreams of prince charming had all looked almost exactly like this boy across from her. Because they were this boy across from her.
And there was no way that she was going to let Ron be the one to tell him that.
Thankfully he'd taken it well, and she'd played it as cool as possible. Ginny said a silent prayer thanking the Gods later when she noticed he was looking at her the same way she wanted to look at him. In an effort to not make a fool of herself she tried to come off playful and suggestive. When he started responding the same way her stomach started doing somersaults.
Ginny had wanted to praise Ron for holding back and letting her deal with Malfoy. Just that morning their father had said that though he didn't want to pass on the prejudice, but if they ran into a Malfoy to 'give him hell'. Thankfully the Malfoy boy had made that easy, and she thought she'd handled it quite nicely.
It was so good to find that Harry's friends were really nice, they both detested the same person, he was the freaking Quidditch Captain, and, my God, did she ever just want to drown herself in those emerald eyes.
Though, she knew she should try to hold herself back, she was already bringing scenarios to mind of him showing her around the castle and 'accidentally' getting locked in a broom cupboard with him. Bill had told a few stories of what he'd caught couples getting up to in broom cupboards, and she wanted to do those things with him.
The Weasleys were a pretty prolific family. It was no secret that Bill was conceived out of wedlock, he was too big at time of birth to pass off as pre-mature. But her parents were already in love and about to get married by the time they'd found out about him. Because of this, and the six boys that came before her, her mother had pulled her aside after her birthday and taught her the contraceptive charm. She was told that her virginity was something best held on to until she met the right person, but when she did it was something she should be prepared for.
Ron was given a likewise instruction by her father.
Neither of them had much, really any, experience with the opposite sex. They'd snuck off onto the roof of the Burrow the night they had their talks with their gender parents to laugh about it nervously, then have a serious discussion about what they'd do if they did meet someone they wanted to use the charm with. Ron promised he wouldn't go all 'big brother' on her, he knew she could take care of herself. And she promised she'd give him what ever advise she could in the 'understanding girls' department.
All of the Weasley siblings were close, but they all had their favorites. Charlie and Bill were close, Fred and George were almost the same person, and Ginny and Ron were close. Percy, while a little more ridged than the rest of them, favored Bill. He had been Head Boy too, and Percy idolized him.
After the sorting she was all too happy that Harry had saved her a spot right beside him. Thankfully the food at Hogwarts was delicious, just as good as her mothers, though she and Ron had wondered about how they would be able to get snacks through out the day. Three meals a day and nothing else was not something they were used to. They wrote to Bill about that before they left home and he told them where the kitchens were, and the prefects bathroom though he didn't know what the password might be now. Percy was too rigid to share that information.
She met the rest of the Gryffindor students in her year that night after the sorting, there were only three other girls she'd be sharing her dorm with. She'd gotten the low down on how best to create some privacy for changing and such. Lavender and Parvati seemed super close with each other. Witch Weekly was their gospel, and the Divination professor was their favorite. They were nice enough, but she preferred Hermione. Hermione seemed a little less 'head in the clouds', and she truly was doing Ginny and Ron a huge favor offering to help them with their first few assignments.
Ron had been really keen to start hanging out with her right away, which was fine with Ginny because Hermione was hanging out with Harry and Neville.
The first night in Gryffindor tower all the sixth years congregated around the couch and chairs in the common room. It looked like they were all eager to get to know Ginny and Ron as much as Ginny and Ron were to get to know them. Ginny got to sit by Harry on the floor by the fire, they didn't exchange many glances, but they were slightly leaning against each other, and that had felt very nice.
First day of school was a Tuesday. She had double Potions, Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, and Care of Magical Creatures all with the Slytherin's except for Charms which was with the Hufflepuffs. Harry, Hermione, and Ron all had the same schedule that day. Neville was in three of the same classes.
The professors where such wildly different people she was astounded. Professor Snape seemed to detest the Gryffindors, which made sense because he was head of Slytherin house. He'd given her a curious look when she came in, and she noticed he looked at her more than the other students. Hopefully that was due to her being new, and he was familiarizing himself. His instructions were terrible, but luckily she and Ron had a great teacher in their mother for this subject, so they could translate.
Professor Flitwick was so chipper and direct. It was easy to see why he had been chosen to this position. Normally half-goblins were more akin to the temperament of full goblins, which were unsavory towards humans. He seemed so excited to have Ron and Ginny join the school, he'd remembered their brothers and said he had great expectations for them. Ron squashed those pretty fast when he failed horribly at his non-verbal spells.
Ginny could tell that Professor Lupin was Harry's favorite, and Harry seemed to be his favorite student too. The man was a great instructor, and appeared to be thoroughly knowledgeable. She assumed he'd fought in the previous war. As Defense against the Dark Arts was her worst subject, only earning herself an Acceptable, she was all too happy to have a proper instructor. Harry and Hermione helped her out greatly with correcting her wand movements too.
Professor Hagrid she'd been expecting. Charlie had told them some stories about him when they'd met during the Tri-Wizard Tournament. She knew he was probably a half-giant and while he came across as a big softy, he could manage magical creatures just as well as Newt Scamander himself.
The next day she'd met Professor McGonagall, a strict but fair woman who was sharp as a tack. Ginny knew she would learn plenty from her and was hoping to discuss becoming an Animagus with her as well. It was something Ginny had wanted since she'd heard of it.
Professor Vector was as strict as Professor McGonagall, and taught at rapid speed. Ginny was very grateful that Hermione was in the class with her, because she only managed to copy down about half of what was said. After the first class Hermione gave her a guide to shorthand for the Arithmancy class so her notes could be taken with more ease.
Professor Babbling was the last one she met. Here she felt she'd really get her chance to shine. Bill had been her tutor for this subject, and he was excellent at them. She'd asked him for some help over the summer when he was visiting to get her a little ahead in the subject too. As it turned out, he wasn't lying when he'd told her she'd be a little bit ahead of the rest of her class with what he'd taught her.
The timing for the OWL's at the Ministry varied from Hogwarts as well, so the past year they had focused on 5 subjects for half the year, took the OWL, then moved on to another 5 subjects. Their mum didn't care if they were interested in the subjects either. They were to learn everything and then let the OWL's dictate their strengths. The exception was Divination and Muggle Studies. Divination, because their mother couldn't teach it, and Muggle Studies because they would all just head into town and spend time among the Muggles to learn.
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By the first Saturday Ginny's brain was fried and she was more than looking forward to Quidditch try-outs. Their schedule at home was much more relaxed. They'd deal with one subject a day, morning was reading through the textbook and theory behind the lesson, afternoon was practical. Once they understood they were set to chores or just playing around outside. Going for a run in the orchard, swimming in the pond, flying, or practicing duels.
Harry had scheduled them for 10 a.m. which meant she could sleep in a bit and still get a full breakfast before having to be out on the pitch. She was so excited. She'd chosen her nicest work out kit for the try-outs, ignoring that they were feeling a little more snug on her than they had the last time she'd worn them at the beginning of the summer.
She met up with Ron in the common room, broom in hand and a big smile on her face as she approached him.
"Whoa, mind throwing on a t-shirt or something?" Ron said to her with a weary and surprised look on his face.
"What?" Her steps faltered.
"Gin, I know you want on the team, but you're, like, poppin' out." He gestured to her chest. "Pretty sure you're good enough with-out all that."
She looked down. These clothes had been what she'd worn when they played in the back yard at the Burrow for the last two years. It was just a sports bra and a sleeveless undershirt, but she hadn't realized that she'd developed over the summer and Ron was right, she was showing more cleavage than usual. His volume had unfortunately drawn the eyes of several other people in the common room to the situation as well.
"Oh fuck" She muttered and turned around to head back up the stairs. "It fit two months ago." She said loudly back to Ron. She threw on a Holyhead Harpies t-shirt and ran back downstairs. "Better?"
Ron gave her a good natured smirk and nodded, then they headed down to the pitch.
Once they'd gotten there, they were a little confused.
There were plenty of students trying out for a spot on the team, but some of these students looked like they were first years, and some were from other houses.
"Aren't you in Ravenclaw?" Ginny asked a pretty dark-haired girl that she was fairly certain was a fourth year.
The girl shrugged. "Yeah, but I wouldn't miss an opportunity like this." The girl winked at her.
At first Ginny didn't know what she meant. She could try out for her own house team, why was she at the Gryffindor try-outs. But then she noticed how the girl was following Harry around with her eyes and batting her heavily mascaraed eye lashes.
Ginny walked back over to where Ron was standing. "Looks like you've got some competition." He teased her.
Ginny growled in response.
"Alright." Harry yelled over the top of everyone's voices. "First thing is laps." The majority of the people on the field mounted their brooms and were about to kick off. "Not in the air, on the ground. You want on the team you need to be in shape enough to be on the team. Everyone line-up over there." He indicated towards the entrance they came through. "Five people at a time start on my whistle." He divided everyone up. When he put Ginny in a group he directed her by gently grabbing hold of her arm and grazing his hand down her arm when he let go.
She couldn't help the girlie smile that came to her face at that. The Ravenclaw girl shot daggers at her with her eyes, even more so when Harry kicked her and her friends out.
The groups started running at one-minute intervals. The pitch was maybe a half kilometer oval. He hadn't said how many times they had to run around it. Luckily she and Ron were both in really good shape. They ran all over the grounds around the Burrow, and their chores coupled with playing Quidditch and swimming in the pond every day in the summer they were reasonably fit.
She was placed in the third go of people, Ron was in the first and had already been far ahead of his heat. Ginny had caught up to the heat ahead of her, and even passed one of the guys from Ron's heat before completing the first lap. Clearly physical education wasn't something that was important to the school.
Harry sent half the people that were left over packing before dividing the left overs into teams for the actual try outs. Sixteen people were left, so they had enough players with some left over to play a game.
Neither of the Weasleys could contain the grins on their faces. This was the first time they weren't doing just two or three a side. They'd seen some professional games over the years and were really eager. Ron performed exceptionally, so did the other Keeper. Harry took attitude into account and gave Ron the slot, the other Keeper was very haughty.
Ginny got one of the Chaser slots along with another girl Demelza Robbins, who was a third year. She played amazingly and was excellent at dodging the Bludgers. Jimmy Peakes and Ritchie Coote were cast as Beaters, they had played off each other like they'd been doing it for years.
The team looked like it was going to phenomenal and she couldn't wait for actual practices.
"I don't know about you, but I am wicked sore right now." Ron said after they hugged each other in congratulations.
"Oh, absolutely. Hey." She said conspiratorially. "Think we should try to get the team together for a 'bonding session' in the prefects bathroom?"
Ron grinned at her. "Definitely. We know where it is, but what if the password changed?"
Ginny tilted her head at him. "Maybe you should ask Hermione if it has, and invite her along."
Ron blushed. His interest in the girl had not disappeared, he had asked Ginny about her a few times, but Ginny encouraged him to find things out directly from Hermione, so he didn't come off looking like a stalker. Hermione seemed to return his affections so it was only a matter of time until Ron worked up the nerve to actually do something about it.
"Can you ask her, please? And then invite her to join us too, as like, a thank you for the password." He toed the ground a bit in sheepishness.
"You just want to see her in a swimming costume." Ginny nudged him in the shoulder.
His sparkling eyes met hers in anticipation of that. "Hell yeah I do!" He admitted. Then lowered his voice mischievously. "Hey, do these guys look a little too young for us to bring a bottle of fire whiskey with us?" As an early birthday present for him each of their brothers had provided him with a bottle of something so he could celebrate his coming of age birthday properly, clearly not consulting each other first.
"Ritchie and Demelza do, but we can just not encourage them to have some." Ginny shrugged. "What time do you think? It's way too early now."
"After dinner?" He offered. "Gives us enough time to get the password elsewhere if she doesn't want to break the rules."
"Yeah, and the soreness will have us moving real slow by then." She looked over at Harry who had finally waved off the people who were mad about not having made the team. "Come on, lets go offer to help clean up and tell him about our 'bonding session' later." They both went over as he was struggling to put the Bludgers back in the chest. "That was great." Ginny told Harry. "You certainly picked what'll shape up to be a great team this year." Ginny added the Quaffle to the box.
Harry grinned up at her, there was a smattering of dirt on his face from rolling around on the ground with the Bludgers. "Good to hear you approve." He gave her a once over. "Katie was really impressed with you and Demelza."
"Yeah, Katie is really great too. I can see why she's held the position since her second year." Ginny nodded.
"So, Ginny and I had a thought." Ron stated. "We think maybe a team bonding session might be in order. Make us all work together as a team better if we got to know each other a little better before practices even start."
Harry stood up after closing the chest and brushed off the grass from his front. "What did you have in mind?" He asked tentatively.
"You let us worry about that. We'll do our best to make sure we don't get in trouble for it." Ginny cut in before Ron could tell him.
"Erm. Is it against school rules?" He looked a little worried.
Ginny stepped up close to him and reached up to wipe the dirt off his cheek. "Only a little." She told him in a low voice. Ginny was worried she might be laying it on a little thick, but the idea that she might be in what is essentially a hot tub with him later that night, with a little fire whiskey to lower his inhibitions, was too good to pass up.
She saw him swallow hard while she finished wiping the dirt away. He looked down at her a little dazed as he nodded.
"Great." Ron said loudly. "After dinner. Meet us in the common room. We'll be back before curfew, don't worry about that." He tugged on Ginny's elbow to pull her away from him. "Gin, you have to go see about getting it all set up, remember?" He pushed her towards the school. "Thanks for the spot Harry!" Ron said over his shoulder as he walked in stride with Ginny.
"Alright, she's probably in the library. I'll grab my homework and join her and sus out her stance on it." Ginny told him as he nudged her every few steps.
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Hermione was, in fact, in the library. She was happy for the both of them for making the team, though she didn't really know much about Quidditch, nor care, but understood that they all found it vitally important to their sense of being.
"So." Ginny started off after they were on their way back to the library after lunch. She'd helped the two of them with their Charms assignment before lunch, and she and Ginny were headed back to work on Arithmancy. "The rules around here, they aren't really more than, like, don't be out after curfew. Right?"
"Yeah." Hermione shrugged. "And the usual, no fighting, no telling off the professors, that kind of thing."
"How do they feel about parties?"
"The professors and prefects know that they happen, but so long as it is low key, and there isn't any underage drinking, and they are back to their common rooms by curfew, it's fine. We all know that the celebrations after a Quidditch game can get a bit rowdy, but it's to be expected." She told her.
"What if, say, a new Quidditch team wanted to have a get together as part of a bonding thing and there was maybe a little underage drinking?" Ginny smiled at her in mock innocence.
Hermione gave her a tight smile back, but there was a twinkle in her eye. "How underage?"
"Fifteen? There are two younger on the team, but we wouldn't let them have any." She assured her.
"Any what?" Hermione asked to make sure.
"Fire Whiskey." Ginny told her quietly.
Hermione took a deep breath. "You probably just shouldn't be telling me where you are doing this."
"But we want you to come." They had reached the library now and found an empty table between the shelves.
"You do?" She asked surprised. "But it's a Quidditch thing. I don't know anything about Quidditch."
Ginny made sure that Hermione was paying direct attention to her next message. "Ron would like it if you would join us." Hermione blushed. "You do like him, don't you?"
"Did he ask you to ask me?" Hermione looked a little flustered.
"He conveyed to me that he would very much love it if you were there. He wants to hang out with you socially, not just in class and around a ton of other people. Or when there is homework as a distraction." Ginny lifted her parchment in gesture.
"I do like him." Hermione admitted softly.
Ginny smiled at her. "Good." Then she placed her hand on top of Hermione's. "And though I feel you and I are quite on our way to becoming good friends, I still have to tell you. You break his heart, I break your face." She tried to keep a serious look on her face as she said this. But Ginny knew that Hermione wouldn't ever be cruel to her brother.
Hermione was taken aback for a second, but saw the corner of Ginny's lip twitch, and broke out in a smile. "I will do my upmost. And same goes for you with Harry." She challenged her.
Ginny sighed. "I do like him very much. But I don't want him to think that it's just because of the fact that he's, well, Harry Potter. Or that it was only so I could get on the Quidditch team." She confessed to her.
"I don't think he thinks that. He really likes you too. It's obvious." Hermione confirmed and Ginny felt a warmth radiating up from her stomach to her cheeks. "He's only had a crush on one other girl. Oh, he'd probably kill me if he found out I was telling you this." She thought a moment and disregarded the worry. "It was superficial, and he moved on from it rather quickly. But you, I think that'd be a good match."
"Good. I'm glad you approve." Ginny told her honestly. "By the way. Is the password for the prefects bathroom still 'pine fresh'?" She tried to make the question as casual as possible.
"Yeah." Hermione replied before catching herself. "Wait. Why? How do you know that? Why do you want to know that?" There was a hint of panic in her voice.
Ginny looked proud of herself. "Same reason you need to either wear your swimming costume under your robes after dinner, or transfigure some. I can help you with that spell if you don't already know it."
Hermione looked stricken. "But. But. You want me to go swimming, with your brother, half naked."
"It's a swimming costume, not half naked." Ginny shrugged. "We'll all be in the water, it's no big deal."
"Harry's going to see you in a swimming costume too!" Hermione pointed out as though that would change Ginny's mind.
"I know." She waggled her eye brows at her. "And I'll get to see him half naked too."
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After dinner time Ginny wrangled the girls, Ron wrangled the guys and they all left the Gryffindor Tower for the Hospital Tower where the prefect's bathroom was. There had been an embarrassing moment for a Hufflepuff prefect girl that had been stepping out of the showers with a towel wrapped around herself when the girls walked in. The Hufflepuff, Susan, got a little angry after the embarrassment faded away and started in on Hermione about abusing her privileges. But then the boys walked in and Ginny caught her look at Jimmy.
She jumped to use that to her advantage. "You can join us if you'd like." Ginny offered in a low voice. "I'm sure Jimmy would like to get to know you, and I can transfigure your clothes into a nice bathing suit really quickly."
Susan thought about it for a moment and then nodded. Ginny quickly made work of the bra and knickers that Susan had with her, and Susan went to change into them. Ginny's mother had taught her children all manner of household charms such as that one. It helped cut down on clothing costs when you could purchase clothes that your kids wouldn't fit into for a while, and the fitting charm would last all day. They were a fairly financially solvent family, but Molly Weasley was a proper house wife that cut corners like that to make the Galleons go a little farther.
The tub in the bathroom could probably have fit twelve people comfortably, so the nine of them had a good amount of wiggle room.
"Was this Ron's idea, or yours?" Harry asked her nervously when she'd finished with Susan and made her way over to him.
Ginny smiled at him. Everyone else started turning on the taps. "Mine. Ron was saying how he was going to be sore, and I quite agreed. Having us do laps was a good call though, some of those guys were woefully out of shape."
"Yeah, I could tell that right away. Got the idea from watching some football practices near my home over the summer. The first year's and students from other houses were a surprise too." He ruffled the hair at the back of his neck and looked over at the water filling up in the tub concerned. "How exactly did you get Hermione to agree to this?"
"Remember on the train how Ron said I always get my way?" She smiled teasingly and reached out to touch the hem of his robes. He took a half step towards her, Ginny let her smile fall to a smirk. "I may have tricked her into giving me the password." She shrugged. "Then had to talk her into joining us."
"And. And Susan?" He asked, casting another worried glance at the tub, which was now full, and the rest of the team was starting to get into.
"Talked her into it as well." She cocked her head. "Am I going to have to talk you into this also? You seem worried."
"I. Um. It's kind of embarrassing."
"What? Wearing a swimming costume in front of everyone?"
He blushed. "Well, a little that, but also… I, erm, never learned." He gestured to the water.
"Oh!" His concerned glances made sense now. "You don't know how to swim." She said softly so they wouldn't be overheard. He nodded. "Don't worry. It is shallow enough that you can stand, and we'll probably be against the side the whole time anyways." She assured him.
He gave her a grateful smile. "It's not pathetic is it?"
Ginny laughed a bit at that. "No, of course not. If you never learned to swim, then you never learned to swim." She shrugged. "Maybe we'll have to come back here one time with out the others and I can give you a lesson." She suggested.
"Yeah" He smiled. "That sounds-"
He cut off as Ginny pulled her top over her head and started shimmying her jeans down.
"Amazing." Harry finished as she stood before him in her two-piece. She hoped the warmth that she felt in her face was displaying as a soft glow, rather than a full-on blush. His eyes were raking all over her body and she was welcoming it. For a moment she forgot that there were seven other people in the water beside them.
"Your turn." She challenged him and took a step back to climb into the water. He'd said he found it slightly embarrassing to be half naked around everyone, so she didn't want to make him uncomfortable by watching him undress.
Everyone in the water was smiling and having a good time. Susan was talking to Jimmy, Demelza and Katie were talking with Ritchie, and Hermione and Ron looked to be carrying on a private conversation.
"Right. Were's the hooch Weasley?" Ginny hollered over to Ron. She felt Harry sink into the water behind her.
"Uh, over." He looked around. "Crap, over there with my robes." It was too far away for anybody to reach.
Ginny held out her hand and concentrated really hard. "Accio Firewhiskey." She said and it slowly flew over to her. "Perfect." She twisted off the cap and took a small sip. Then passed it over to Hermione, who took it from her.
"You can do wandless magic?" Hermione was astounded and passed the bottle on to Ron, not opting to have any herself.
"Only a summoning charm, and only if the object is just out of reach." Ginny told her and bared her wrist to the girl. "A rune." She explained. "My brother Bill taught me that a few years ago. A lot of the stuff around our house is just out of reach. I got tired of either pulling over a chair, or having to go in the other room to get my wand. Not all of us are six foot something." She nodded in Ron's direction. He smiled mockingly at her and passed the bottle on to Jimmy.
"That's still really impressive." Harry said behind her. She turned around and couldn't stop her eyes from training down his torso. He had a nice frame, and what she considered to be a perfect amount of chest hair. It was spread across his chest and down to his belly button in a 'V' formation before continuing down into his swim trunks. She managed to pull her eyes up to meet his.
"Thanks."
They heard Hermione tell Demelza to pass the bottle on to Katie, and for Ritchie not to touch it either. The two of them chuckled at the protesting from the two younger teammates. Harry was passed the bottle and took a big swig. He coughed the whisky down and passed it on to her before he could answer. She reached out and rubbed his back. "Thanks." He managed.
Ginny took another sip and passed the bottle back to Hermione. "Not a big drinker then?" She winked at him. He flushed. "Don't worry. Us Weasley's are pretty good at holding our own, but we don't really drink unless the occasion calls for it. Ron just had a few bottles given to him as an early birthday gift. We hoped we'd get to crack on open to celebrate joining the team."
The exchanges around the tub grew and developed. Everyone joked and told stories, it was a great time. Jimmy wound up kissing Susan, and she'd thanked Hermione and Ginny before she left for Hufflepuff with a big smile on her face as things were wrapping up.
They Gryffindors headed back to the tower with time to spare before curfew and Ginny had hoped that Harry might have asked her to hang back by the fireplace with him, but Ron asked Hermione to first so she wanted to give them some privacy.
They walked up the stairs together until the point that they had to go separate ways. "Thanks. Um, for tonight. It was a really good suggestion." Harry told her swaying slightly. The fire whiskey had clearly had an effect on him.
"I'm glad you enjoyed yourself." She leaned closer to him.
He swallowed. "Yeah." He was staring at her lips. "Well… goodnight." He said abruptly and turned to head up to his dorm.
Ginny stood there in shock for a moment. What the hell? It had seemed like he wanted to kiss her. She wanted him to kiss her, then he bolts? Her head was a little fuzzy from the drinking, but she wasn't drunk enough to have said something to scare him off and not remember it.
Looking down into the common room from where she was, she saw Ron kiss Hermione. At least one Weasley got what they wanted tonight. She shook her head and went up to her dorm feeling a little dejected.
AN- This story will continue. I know I've been posting a lot of One-Shots lately, this is not one of them.