Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charming and entrancing characters, but I do own the romantic interludes they will be put through.
Chapter 2
The Reception
"They were talking about us, weren't they?" Ron asked.
"Why else would Tonks have looked over at us?" Harry replied. Harry was in a bad mood. He hadn't wanted to break up with Ginny, but what choice did he have? She was in too much danger as it was; he didn't want to risk any more than was necessary.
The guys watched the girls as they whispered to each other. Ron's mother walked over to them.
"Now Harry," she said, "I know you're anxious to head to Godric's Hollow, but I insist that you, Ron and Hermione stay with us for at least a week. That'll give you some time to put a nice plan together, and some healthy food to strengthen you up."
"Sure, Mrs. Weasley." Harry replied. It would be good to formulate some sort of plan as to where to look for Voldemort's Horcruxes. The locket...the cup...the snake...something of Gryffindor's or Ravenclaw's...
"Good boy," she said, pulling him into a hug. "Why don't you and Ron go get some punch? I made it especially for tonight!"
The guys agreed and headed over to the punchbowl. Hermione and Ginny followed. Ron and Hermione were scooping some out when Ginny tripped and spilled her punch all over Harry's lap.
"Oh my...I'm so sorry. Sit down, let me clean that up," she said. She grabbed a napkin from the nearest table, pushed Harry into the chair, then delicately, yet seductively, began to wipe the punch off his lap.
"Ginny, stop," said Harry as the blood in his brain started drifting south. "I'll take care of it." He snatched the napkin from her quickly and tried to think of completely nonsexual things. Dudley and the Dursleys, Voldemort, Snape. It had helped, but Ginny took another napkin and started cleaning again.
"No, really. I need to help. It was my fault." Ginny grinned. She rubbed along his inner thighs, varying between light pressured strokes and gently swirling. Harry's erection began to swell. He jumped up, holding the napkin to cover the evidence.
"I'm gonna go clean up!" Harry said quickly, then got out of the room as fast as possible. He didn't see Ginny wink at Hermione.
A Few Minutes Later
Ron, Hermione, and many others were lined up at the punchbowl, which kept magically refilling.
"Pour me some, would you, Ron?" Hermione asked sweetly. He obliged her, and she lightly kissed him on the cheek, brushing his lips ever so slightly. Ron shivered.
"Thank you," she said batting her eyelashes. What's going on? Why did she kiss me? Ron thought. I hope she-
"Move!" someone shouted, snapping Ron back into reality.
"Sorry," he mumbled heading back to the table that Harry was at. He had returned to the reception just a sort while before.
"Something strange is going on with those girls," Harry said.
Ron nodded in agreement.
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A/N: I think R. A. B. is Regulus Black, Sirius' brother. What do you all think?