A/N: In honor of Kissing Friday, which ended for me here about twenty minutes ago, here's the next chapter. This is unbeta-ed, so please forgive me!
Kissing Friday Chapter 4- Aftermath
Hermione ran into Ginny on the way down the stairs going to breakfast. The diminutive redhead was pulling her hair up into a ponytail as she came out of her dorm room.
"Morning, Ginny! How was your Valentine's yesterday?" Hermione asked, praying that Ginny wouldn't ask her about hers. She failed to notice the blush that crept up Ginny's cheeks.
"Um… It was fine. Why? What have you heard?" Ginny sounded extremely nervous to Hermione, who looked at her friend closer. Ginny's eyes were darting around.
"I was just wondering how you were handling the fact that Dean was kissing other girls in the common room. Are you okay?" Hermione thought she detected a small sigh, but then Ginny spoke rather assertively as she pulled Hermione down the stairs.
"That creep is getting dropped like a hot Quaffle. He just doesn't know it yet. I've got to come up with a way to do it subtly. Or do I? Well, we'll just see what happens," Ginny declared. Her brown eyes turned towards Hermione with a speculative look. "And how, pray tell, did you know about Dean? Hermione Granger, were you part of the crowd kissing yesterday?" Ginny let out a gasp as Hermione ducked her head to hide her face, which was heating up. "So who did you kiss? Come on, tell me!"
By this point, the girls had made it to the common room where Harry and Ron were waiting for Hermione. Harry and Ron stood up and made their way towards the portrait hole. Hermione noticed that Ron was avoiding looking at her whereas Harry couldn't take his eyes off Ginny. She narrowed her eyes in speculation before looking at Ginny. She seemed totally carefree, considering she was heading downstairs to presumably break up with her boyfriend of more than seven months. She watched as Ron slung his arm over Ginny's shoulder, which admittedly was a funny sight as he had to be at least a good six inches taller than her. Before Ron could reach up to mess with her hair, she slid out from under his arm and ran to the other side of Harry. Ginny put her arm through Harry's and cuddled up to his shoulder. Harry looked shocked at this turn of events.
"Harry, my great defender, please protect me from the great gigantic oaf. He's going to bludger me into the ground." Harry looked over at Ron and shrugged as if to say "No idea, mate." Ron instantly focused on Ginny.
"Um, Gin, don't you have a boyfriend? One that is not Harry? What do you think you're doing flirting with my best mate?" Ron bellowed, annoyed at his sister. Hermione knew that Ginny wasn't going to let this one pass.
"Gee, Ron, didn't know you cared." Ginny stuck her tongue out at him before widening her eyes. "Oh, wait, forgot you're one of the overprotective gits. Of course you care." She let go of Harry's arm to step in front of Ron, causing him to almost trip over her. Ginny stood on her tiptoes and dragged Ron's face down to her level by pulling on his school tie. "Listen up, you nosy troll, who I date or flirt with is none of your business. In fact, if I wanted to flirt with the whole damn Quidditch team, you have nothing to say about it." She stopped to readjust his tie. "Understand?" He croaked out a "Yes."
Ginny flounced back to Harry. Lacing her arm through his, she said loud enough so that it carried over her shoulder to Ron, "Would you be kind enough to escort me to the Great Hall? I would hate to attack my closest sibling. I know that you'll help me control myself, won't you, Harry?" She smiled brightly at him.
Hermione watched as Harry gulped before answering, "Sure." Harry seemed awfully skittish around Ginny. At least to Hermione, he did. She wondered what he had done the previous night and if it had anything to do with a certain petite red-head. Watching the two of them walk down the hall to the stairs, she didn't notice when Ron came up beside her.
"Morning, Hermione," Ron said very quietly by her right shoulder. She startled and placed a hand over her heart. Glancing over at him, she felt her heart race a little more at the sight of him. He was walking with his head down allowing her to see that his hair was wet and shaggy over his ears. How she longed to run her fingers through it. She looked back towards Harry and Ginny before responding.
"Morning, Ron." She didn't know why he was talking to her, not really. It was very disconcerting. He was doing nothing like he should. Wasn't he supposed to be escorting Lavender down for breakfast? Why was he with her? She tried to remember whether Lavender had still been asleep or not, but realized that she simply hadn't paid any attention while she was getting ready.
Still, Hermione didn't know what to say to him, so she was immensely pleased when they came upon Luna walking down to breakfast as well. Hermione strode over to the Ravenclaw and latched onto her arm, chatting all the way down to breakfast.
HPGWHGRWHPGWHGRWHPGWHGRWHPGWHGRW
Ron watched as Hermione grabbed Luna's arm and started a conversation immediately. He wanted to hit himself over the head. Maybe he should go flying later and let Ginny practice throwing Quaffles at his head. Only he could manage to wreck two perfectly good friendships by starting a relationship with Lavender. What Hermione must be thinking of him now, a fellow who kissed a girl who was not his girlfriend. He might be the tallest of his friends, but he felt infinitely shorter than all of them, based on his actions of the previous night. His mind kept replaying the moment when Hermione jerked away from him and refused to answer him as she raced up the stairs. Her nervous actions this morning only drove home the point that he had screwed up royally.
He had naturally drifted towards one side of the Gryffindor table. Yet, when he realized that Hermione was sitting on that side across from Ginny, who was beside Harry, he quickly reversed direction to sit on the other side of Harry. Ron silently piled his food on his plate and ate, totally lost in his self-deprecating thoughts. Around him, comments were made that he refused to respond to. When Lavender came and sat beside him, he didn't even bother to greet her. Thoughts of why he was even dating Lavender and why he would think it was okay to kiss Hermione roiled through his head. He had never believed that he would have so little integrity, but his actions belied that belief. Ron pondered what he could do to redeem himself in Hermione's eyes.
HPGWHGRWHPGWHGRWHPGWHGRWHPGWHGRW
A few days later, Harry and Ginny raced along a hallway, trying to get away from Peeves as he was sure to alert everyone to the prank that they had just set up in the Great Hall for Dean. Ginny had dumped him later the morning after she and Harry had their rendezvous in the Room of Requirement. However, the dumping was not enough payback in Ginny's mind, which had led her to ask for help from Harry in setting up a good prank. Harry smirked as he thought about how Dean would respond to the splotches of lipstick that would cover his cheeks, marking him with kisses.
Seeing a good hiding spot, Harry pulled Ginny under the invisibility cloak with him, hiding beside a statue of a wizard with drawn wand. Her back rested against his chest with her cute bum nestled close. He took several deep breaths, trying to calm a certain part of his anatomy, but to no avail. Ginny giggled and ground her bum against his erection, causing it to jump in expectation. Ever since their assignation in the Room of Requirement, Harry had wanted to get his hands--and other parts-- on Ginny again, but there had not been an opportunity. Now, however, seemed to be an ample moment to start something, especially when Ginny was moving against him like she was.
His hands, which had been on her shoulders, travelled down her arms to her hips. His right hand ventured across the flat plane of her stomach while his left slid up to cup her right breast through her top, but under her sweater and robes. Feeling the weight of her in his hand, he paused before sliding his other hand up to mimic the position of the other. Her breasts were perfectly sized to fit his hands. His thumbs reached around the cup of her bra to toy with her nipples, which had already hardened. Harry heard her breath catch in her throat. With his nose, he pushed her ponytail to one side so that he could kiss the back of her neck. Sucking on her throat while pinching and pulling at her nipples apparently was a huge turn-on, as she ground herself against him harder and moaned. Ginny grabbed one of his hands and pulled it down between her legs. Guiding his hand with hers, they rubbed against her mound.
Harry moaned as Ginny's hand found its way between their bodies to clamp around his penis. The feelings she evoked with that hand were tremendous and overwhelming. "Gin," he whispered. "We're in the hallway."
"Harry, we're covered by an Invisibility cloak," she whispered back. "Besides, you've gotten me hot and bothered. You better take care of me, if you know what's good for you."
"All right, then," Harry whispered back before continuing his ministrations to her body. Ginny's head dropped back against Harry's shoulder as his mouth made its way back to her neck before gliding up her jaw toward her mouth. She turned her head to meet him, lifting it a little so he could settle his lips against hers. He felt her body go pliant. Trying to calculate the best way to achieve his goal, Harry picked Ginny up to stand her still facing away from him on the plinth of the statue they were hiding behind. With the invisibility cloak over Ginny's head as a shield toward the hallway, he ran his hands up the front of her legs, revelling in the feel of her muscles as they tightened when his hands grew closer to her centre. He let one hand continue its journey up her body while the other stroked higher on one thigh before crossing to the other.
"Ha…rr…y…., please!" she drew out his name. He grinned at her pleading as her hands reached behind her to pluck at his belt buckle. The hand that had been on her thigh crept up to pull her knickers down to her knees. His other hand pulled his trousers as well as his boxers down before he stepped closer to her. His mouth was now level with her shoulder as she stood on the pedestal. He kissed her shoulder as he spread her wet folds with two fingers. Her body curved toward the statue, grinding her bum into him further.
The head of his penis strained to enter the warmth that it knew lay only centimetres away. Giving in, he slipped into her, groaning at the exquisite heat that infused him. Harry withdrew a little before sliding in deeper, marvelling in the friction that their bodies created. His hands went to her hips to help steady her as he set a slow and steady rhythm. Ginny's body, which was leaning against the statue, quivered in his hands as she kept pace with him. The build-up of pressure in his back begged to be released. Once he completely filled Ginny, he let go with a rush and muffled yell against her back. She continued to rock her hips back and forth until he felt a gush of warmth between them. With that, she collapsed onto the statue pulling the invisibility cloak with her, exposing their feet.
Harry snuggled up to Ginny's back for a few moments before pulling out of her and standing to pull out his wand to start cleaning them up. He knew that if any mess was found and determined to be a result of something he had done, Filch would have him in detention until the end of school.
"Hey! Where did my warmth go?" Ginny muttered, lifting her head up and looking back at him. He took a moment to take in the view of his girl, looking at him over her shoulder with her skirt hiked up to her waist and knickers down around her knees. Her arse had to be the most incredibly perfect bum around. Harry ran his hand down to cup her bottom.
"Did you know that you have the most perfect arse?" Harry questioned.
"What?" Ginny had a puzzled look on her face.
"Oh, nothing." Harry cast a quick mild Cleaning charm on the both of them before helping Ginny straighten her clothes. She then helped him.
"Well, that was a most pleasant ending to the planning of a good prank. We'll have to do that again sometime," Ginny said, stepping down off the base of the statue still under the cloak.
Pulling the cloak off of them, Harry wrapped his arms around her and dropped a kiss on her lips before responding, "I'm ready whenever you are." Grabbing her hand after he stuffed the cloak into his pocket, he started to lead the way back to the common room when Luna turned the corner, startling them.
"Oh, it was your feet I saw. I thought so," Luna said dreamily.