Chapter 2
Ginny picked up a few toys James had played with earlier that morning and Banished them into a basket in a corner of the room. Over the back of the coach lay still some of Harry's socks.
How had they gotten there, she thought by herself as she made them fly towards the bathroom. Nervously she glanced around the living room, taking in every bit off it, trying to find one last piece of clutter that needed tidying up.
With a sight she clapped her hands together, this place was done. Now she had to tidy up the bathroom. Ginny had sent loads of cloths into the bathroom while cleaning up, but in her hurry she had not gotten them into the hamper right away.
The clock on her wall rang. Ginny pocked her head out of the bathroom door and saw that the visitors hand had appeared with Hermoine Granger engraved upon it. With a quick flick of her wand she banished all the laundry into the hamper. She shoot a quick look into the mirror to check if her hair was not to messed up from cleaning up. She looked awful, not at all as she usually did. Why did she have to be so nervous? It was only Hermoine coming to visit.
It had been a week since Ginny had send Hermoine the invitation. Hermoine had only replied the day before yesterday to check if today would fit Ginny for a visit. Hermoine had done her best to make sure she would not have to deal with Ron or Harry, because both of them were today working the same shift.
The sound of the doorbell made Ginny jump. She looked to herself in the mirror and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes, took another deep breath and set of for the door, keeping herself from rushing. With another deep breath she took the doorknob and opened the door. Hermoine was looking to the flowers Harry had planted next to the door.
She turned and smiled, "lovely flowers you've got here."
Ginny managed to give Hermoine a weak smile as she stood back to let Hermoine enter.
Ginny noticed Hermoine taking in the hall as she stepped inside. She had of course not visited the place very often, since she had been so hard trying to avoid her once two best friends.
Ginny took Hermoines cloack and put it away.
"This way" Ginny guided her guest into the living room. "Would you like a cup of tea?"
Hermoine smiled and nodded.
Ginny hurried into the kitchen and conjured flames underneath the kettle. She took two cups and a teapot out of the cupboard and put them on the tray she had put ready. With a glance at the kettle she walked to the other side of the kitchen to take biscuits out of another cupboard. By the time she put the biscuits down, the kettle was shuddering heavily under the pressure of the boiling water. With one quick flick of her wand she had the kettle poring the hot water into the teapot. The daily routine of making tea had calmed Ginny down a bit. Reassured she walked back into the living room with the tray.
"Here we are." With a big smile she put down the tray. Hermoine was still looking around the place.
"Love what you did with it. It looked so much smaller from the outside." Hermoine turned to Ginny and started laughing when she saw the look on Ginny's face.
"Well, of course it would!" Ginny heard Hermoine whisper something under her breath that sounded a lot like 'Magic'.
Ginny had sat herself down next to Hermoine in the big sofa.
"Anyways, How are you?"
"Oh you know, working, busy busy busy, always the same. You?" Hermoine took a biscuit and looked inquiring at Ginny.
"Oh you know," Ginny began with the same lofty tone Hermoine had used, "Spending most of my time playing housewife, taking care of James and Harry," Ginny also took a biscuit.
"And if I occasionally do get out," she stressed the 'do'," my lover seems to have lost most of his gusto." She took a bite of the biscuit and checked if the tea was about ready to be pored.
Hermoine started coughing violently.
"What?" She was still panting and gasping for breath. "What was that last thing?"
Ginny took the teapot and pored the tea into the two cups. She then took the one closest to Hermoine and held it out to her. She didn't feel like answering just yet.
"Ginny," Hermoine finally seemed to have regained normal breathing, "did you just say 'your lover'?"
Ginny nudged her with the cup of tea, which Hermoine took only lamely. The disbelieve in Hermoines eyes didn't make Ginny feel proud, but it sure had put a triumphant smirk across her lips.
"Yes I did. But come on Hermoine, its not like I'm the only one who has her little playthings." Ginny had gone to far, she thought for a moment. Hermoine straitened up, looking a little smug.
Panic was rising inside Ginny.
"I know about Malfoy and Snape. I followed you one night. I just had to know why you always had to throw of a date with Ron. I'm so sorry, I know I shouldn't have, I should just have believed you when you said you were already engaged into something." Ginny didn't know why she just blurted everything out. She felt desperate to get to the point. She wanted to tell Hermoine about how it had discussed her at first, but how she had started craving for it when all the men in her life had once more failed to live up to her expectations, her desires.
Hermoines face had dropped, with a little bit off fear in her eyes she sat there staring at Ginny. It seemed impossible that misses Potter had found out her little secret. She had feared for her reaction, not to mention the reaction of her family when they got wind of it. But it seemed Ginny had not shared her discovery with anybody. She had kept it to herself, first revolted, then jealous. How could she have gotten jealous?
"Ginny, stop for a moment." Ginny was breathing heavily, panic clearly written in her eyes.
"Just take me through it step by step, will you." Ginny was calming down a little.
"Hermoine, when I saw Snape and Malfoy kiss you, I didn't understand how you could be letting yourself in with these people. But after I recognised the passion and love they handle you with... I want that too!!"
Hermoine raised her eyebrow.
"What do you want, Ginny?" Her voice had become ice cold.
Ginny swallowed, she had to ask it now. "Hermoine, could I just one time.."
"No," Hermoine looked furious now.
"I'm afraid that will not be possible. Lucius and Severus will not agree with it I'm afraid." Hermoine put down the cup she had been holding.
"And I wouldn't like to share them," she added a bit girly.
Ginny had seen Hermoines cheeks redden just a bit when she had turned away to put down the cup. She could not resist a tiny giggle. Hermoine turned back at her, and started giggling too as she saw Ginny. There they sat together, two grown women giggling like little girls. It was Hermoine who regained a reasonably serious face first.
"Ginny, I don't think one time with Lucius and Severus will solve your problem. You already have a lover and he isn't even fulfilling your needs. I really can't believe you would do that to Harry."
Ginny felt her cheeks burn.
"It's not that I don't love him, I really do. But he's just so boring, Hermoine!"
The tension had gone, they were talking like they were teenagers again, back in Howarts discussing their boy issue. Hermoine grinned at Ginny.
"Don't tell me, I told you so. You would think that after conquering Voldemort and facing death he's learn to live his life to the fullest. Men!" Ginny took another biscuit and sipped from her tea. Hermoine had just drained her cup and took the teapot for a refill.
"Have you tried talking about it with Harry?"
Ginny shook her haid.
"It's no use really, he doesn't even react when I throw myself at him."
Hermoine pondered for a moment.
"I guess your right, he's not really the cleverest if it concerns girls and romance. You'll have to put in some effort to get him where you want I'm afraid."
Ginny moved a bit closer to Hermoine, staring at her with big eyes. She took in every word Hermoine said. Absorbing every detail, mimicking some things Hermoine mentioned as a shadow of herself.
The afternoon passed to quick for Ginny's liking. It had been such a wonderfull afternoon. They had discussed techniques for Ginny to use both on Harry and her lover. Once Hermoine had found out that Draco was Ginny's lover, she had started telling Ginny off. But soon they had been comparing father and son. It had ended in laughter.
When the clock on the wall rang, they both looked at the handles that had moved. The handles engraved with Harry Potter and James Potter had moved.
"Do you really have to go? You could stay for dinner." Ginny looked at Hermoine.
Hermoine looked at her wristwatch.
"I don't know, Ginny, they are expecting me. I do have plans for tonight"
She added with a smirk in her eyes. Ginny smiled and nodded.
"Of course, I understand." She got up and summoned Hermoine cloak. Hermoine got up too and caught the cloak that flew her way. She swung it over her arm and walked to the hall. There she put on her cloak and turned to Ginny.
"Thank you so much for coming over today and, erhm, helping me with my little problem."
"What are friends for?" Hermoine gave her a smile and hugged her. Ginny wasn't sure Hermoine had sincerely meant this last thing, but hugged her back. After a few seconds they broke apart, Hermoine took a step back and with a little wave and an encouraging smile she turned on the spot and was gone.
The smell of freshly brewed tea woke Ginny up the next morning out of the most peculiar dream, in which Hermoine came waving in and out giving advice on things that had nothing to do with the surroundings.
At first, Ginny had found herself back in Hogwarts and guessing by the people she encountered, it was her second year.
She constantly had the Riddle diary with her, confiding in him every little detail of her day. But instead of Tom writing back to her on the pages, all of a sudden Hermoines head had appeared out of the page, commenting back. It had been a downright chock for Ginny to see this and she toppled backwards of her chair onto soft grass.
She looked round and found herself under the old tree next to the lake. She heard some rummaging on the other side of the tree and peered curiously around the trunk. There were two people sitting there giggling. She saw a sixteen year old Harry snogging someone with long white blond hair. With a jolt of jealousy Ginny stepped forwards from behind the tree. The couple broke apart. Ginny fell back with a shock of terror as she recognised Draco. And then Hermoine had stood next to her, looking down onto her.
Ginny was still absorbed into her dream when she walked into the kitchen. Harry was feeding James.
"Mornin' love. There's a package for you," he pointed a square package on the edge of the table. Ginny looked at it and noticed that the address had been printed onto a label. Weird, she thought.
"Hermoine has invited us for dinner Saturday night, she awaits our answer by owl."
Ginny looked up from the package and saw that James had just decided that his food was for playing rather then eating. He had already thrown most of the applesauce into his fathers face. Harry tried to take away the plate, but James held tight onto the side of the plate with one hand while with the other he threw around his applesauce like confetti.
Ginny smiled at the sight, with a wave of her wand the plate was in the sink and most of the applesauce gone. James needed a moment to realise what had happened before he screamed and ranted his dislike. Ginny had taken a wet towel and had crouched down next to Harry. She took his face into her hand and started cleaning of the applesauce. It was really everywhere; on his cheeks, in his hair, on his forehead, some had even blocked his scar from view. While she dapped his face she felt his gaze burn upon her.
"There you go, all mopped up," she said with one last motion of the wet towel.
Her eyes met his. She looked into his deep green eyes and saw a flickering in them, muh like the blur you would see from a tiger running through the jungle. Harry took the towel out off her hand and put in on the table. With his other hand he took her hand, cupping his jaw, into his and gently stroked the back of her hand with his thumb. He leant into her. Ginny felt a satisfactory smile cross her lips as she leant into him, allowing him to brush her cheek with his as he nestled his face in her hair. She heard him take in her smell and felt a shudder go through his body. This shudder passed onto her when she felt his other hand touch her head, his fingers gliding trough her hair, massaging her scalp. The light pressure his fingers expressed onto her skin made all the build-up tension flow straight out of her, together with her sense of time and being.
She shuddered yet again when she felt the softness of his lips pressing onto her ear, nipping their way down her neck and up again. Her free hand had found its way into his hair. As she rummaged through his hair she moaned softly in his ear. Ginny felt another shudder go through Harry's body. He expressed his new exhilaration with wilder, more hungry kisses down her neck towards her chest. He nipped his way up to the other side of her face and affectionately nibbled her ear.
At this, Ginny let out a load moan and muttered Harry's name, kissing him wherever she could reach him. She felt Harry let go of her hand and feel his way up to her breasts, up to the part of her neck where he had just planted hungry love bites, lovingly stroking her skin. His touch seemed to have lit a fire in her, she thought had died out a long time ago. She felt the passion burn inside him. His hand stroking her neck, had moved over her shoulder, his lips were on her cheek, moving.
Every touch brought ultimate delight right down her stomach, like a horde of little butterflies had just been set loose in her insides. Finally his lips met hers and with his one hand still firmly on her head, he pressed her body close to his with his other. Ginny flung her arms around Harry and clawed at his clothes, while their lips and tongs where still locked into a tight and passionate embrace.
A loud crash made both Ginny and Harry jump. Ginny looked around startled and realised where she was.
She was in her kitchen. Her son was still ranting and screaming. Harry looked flushed, red with not only shame, but probably with also the excitement of just a moment ago. James had wanted to get some attention from his parents and had send everything on the breakfast table crashing to the floor by tugging at the tablecloth.
The magic between Ginny and Harry had definitely broken. Harry scrambled to his feet and took James out of his chair. He hurried out of the kitchen mumbling something about putting James to bath. Ginny felt horrible, finally something in Harry had sparked and then her son had interfered leaving a great mess. With a sight Ginny looked around at the wreckage; china lay scattered into peaces onto the floor, so was the jar with marmalade. Marmalade had mixed with the applesauce James had thrown onto the floor.
Laying next to her, she noticed the package addressed to her. She took it into her hands and tore open the wrappings. A letter fell to her lap. She recognised the neat, minute handwriting of Hermoine. She put the letter next to her as she opened the box. In it there was something resembling a book, some delicate fabrics and a little vial. The potion within the vial glowed a deep shade of scarlet. It seemed to be taking in Ginny completely, drawing her gaze onto it. She sat there a while staring intrigued at the potion before some rummaging in the bathroom made her pull her eyes from the little vial. She took the letter, tore it open and started to read.