Punnet Squares
By: SingingShooter
Authors Note: I do not own Harry Potter I just play with the characters. Thanks to my reviewers: Kevin, Dracoginnylover24, akasailorsea and Marre. I present for you, the next chapter
WARNING: Contains some mature references mostly in the italicized paragraphs of the story.
the song lyrics "Dangerous Man" by Trace Adkins I do not own this song either.
Chapter 2: What Happened?
"Shit." Ginny said. Her head was pounding, ankle was throbbing, and for some reason her groin hurt.
'Some party,' Ginny thought. Burring herself back into her covers. 'Harry has the house unusually cold,' she thought. 'What happened last night?'
"Ginny!" came a loud voice.
'Ow that hurt my head,' footsteps made their way up the stairs. Ginny pulled her the covers off with difficulty, feet landed on the floor, as she started to shift her weight to her feet her knees buckled.
'Must have been a great party,' Ginny thought. 'I can't even walk,' mustering everything she tried to stand again, only to fall, again.
"Ginny," Harry called again.
'I got to stand; Harry will just worry about me if I can't even get myself up in the morning.' The third try she managed to get up, gripping the end of the bed for support, the footsteps got louder and stopped. Ginny looked up to see Harry, blushing and averting his eyes.
"Ginny of all the times you have stayed in my house, I never thought you ever slept naked."
'That explains the cold,' Ginny thought. "Must have been some party." She said. Then the world went black as her body hit the carpeted floor.
'Shit,' Ginny thought again. Her head was still pounding, ankle was still throbbing, and her groin still hurt; though not as bad as it was when she first woke up.
Quickly she ran her hands over her body, feeling the cotton of a big shirt and sweat pants Harry must have gotten her into.
'Thank goodness!' she thought, breathing a sigh of relief. Swinging her feet over the edge weakly the sweats came up a bit to show band-aids and bandages, she would ask Harry when she went down for breakfast what they where for. She made it out of her bedroom and started down the stairs. Then like a voice recorder in her head something happened.
Ginny stood lost on the dance floor. Harry had decided to take Hermione out on the floor while Ron was using the facilities. Draco came up to her and asked her to dance. She accepted. Why not? Harry was dancing with someone else, why couldn't she?
'Whoa what was that form?' Ginny wondered. 'I'll worry about it later.'
Padding her feet along the wooden floor Ginny made her way to the kitchen, where the strong smell of breakfast was coming. The smell of scrambled eggs with ham, peppers and cheese, toasted Toast, French roasted coffee and fruit.
"Nice to see you dressed Ginny," said Harry.
"Yeah sorry about that." Ginny said. "What happened last night?"
"Honestly Ginny?" said Harry.
"Yes Harry."
"I do not know," said Harry. "I woke up stripped like you. I can't remember a thing." Honesty coated his voice like chocolate covered chocolate-covered cookies. "Do you remember anything?"
"No," Ginny said, but was taken back for a second. What was the…The …The….vision she had received walking down the stairs. "No," she said finally. "I can't remember anything,"
"That is really strange." Harry said. "I guess we had too much to drink."
"You're hung over?" asked Ginny.
"Yep."
"Hmm, what ever," Ginny said has she managed to eat some toast. "What are theses?" asked Ginny.
"Oh those, you must have taken a nasty fall because your leg was all scrapped up. You must have stumbled and fallen on the way home or something."
Shrugging Ginny said "I'm going to go back and sleep."
"Sleep tight Ginny."
"I will Harry."
She was held close to such a strong body as the lyrics wound through her mind.
"Usually I'm level headed, ain't to excitable, keep it on the slow and steady Mr. Dependable
"You are so beautiful."
"Yeah?"
"Don't try to act all innocent and sweet because you know exactly what you do to me" .
"So fucking sexy."
"Really now."
"When the lights are down low and you nibble on my neck I can't be held responsible for what might happen next, No telling what I'll do when I get you in my hands with a woman like you…I'm a dangerous man."
"Mmmmmhmmm." Ginny nibbled the mans neck; a grumble almost like a purr erupted form the man she was dancing with.
'Another one,' Ginny thought 'oh! I'm too tired to worry about this!' plopping into her bed and snuggling under the covers she lay and soon fell asleep.
"Lower Ginny," Grumbled the man, trying to keep his voice at a normal level. So Ginny worked her way down form his formed chest, down the center of his six packs to the boxer band. Grabbing the band with her teeth…
Sitting straight up in bed, Ginny was breathing heavily. "Just a dream," She mumbled, "Just a dream," As she dosed back into sleep.
"Can you walk?"
"After how you just fucked me?" Ginny replied with a drunken slur. "I'll be surprised if I could ever walk again."
"Can you try?" he asked. Could she? Yeah sure, she couldn't get hurt, not with him here. Stumbling she fell on the steps. POP 'Ow' she thought. Okay maybe she could get hurt.
"Did you just sprain your ankle?" asked the man.
"Yeah, there is no way I'm walking now," She could feel his skin still as he picked her up bridal style and carried her into his car. Next thing she realized was him laying her in her bed.
"Sweet Dreams Ginny Darling,"
"Sweet-" and she passed out again.
