The shower helped Ginny to clear her mind of the drunken nonsense she had been thinking, about mysterious bathrooms and even more mysterious naked dances … though, Ginny had to admit, the latter part required some assistance from her fingers.
She was in an amazing shower, warm, steamy, and with excellent pressure. A girl had her needs, after all.
Unfortunately, a clear mind meant that she was quick to catch her mistake. She had forgotten to bring her clothes with her. She didn't even have her wand so she could summon them. What a mistake.
"I … I only have you," Ginny murmured as she looked at the same negligee she had been wearing in her dreams. The one that she had picked up in her disappearing hungover haze.
So many bad decisions.
Luckily, the bathroom had robes and towels, so she didn't need to walk out naked, or dressed as a whore. "Since I'm going to wear a robe," Ginny suddenly murmured, temptation hitting her as she put on the negligee on her, and it fit her even better than it fit her in her dream, hugging her perfectly, the transparent black fabric hiding nothing…
"Damn, I'm sexy," Ginny murmured as she checked herself in the mirror, posing for a while to enjoy the sight. Then, she put on a robe, sighing as the amazing view disappeared… "Maybe just a little show wouldn't hurt," she whispered suddenly, remembering the handsome man in the other room. "A reward for dealing with me when I was drunk," she reasoned.
She untied the robe, and removed it, instead looking for a new robe. She had a few options, and ultimately, she chose a shorter one that barely reached halfway to her thighs. When she tied it again, it was much looser, enough to give a nice glimpse of her cleavage. Then, as the inspiration hit, she quickly put on some makeup. Nothing aggressive, but enough to enhance her natural beauty.
Muggle makeup was the first thing she had learned about the non-magical world.
She took a deep breath, and left the bathroom. "It's free if you want to take a shower," Ginny said, more to get his attention than actually informing. And, the moment he looked at her, she started walking toward the nearest closet, putting the best sway of her hips that could still pass as natural.
Quidditch helped her to track objects easily in her peripheral vision, which meant she easily caught Harry's gaze fixating on her ass. A thrill went through her and she escalated it a bit more. When she stood in front of the closet — her items no doubt arranged by Hermione — rather than crouching down, she bent over, keeping her legs straight.
Her thrill rode higher as her robe rode higher, giving Harry a much better view of her legs. It felt amazing…
She always liked teasing boys. Watching them try to get something they could never touch, only to crash and burn spectacularly, had always been fun. Doing the same to the legendary Harry Potter felt even better.
Maybe she should thank Ron for screwing up and allowing her to make a contract with Harry Potter before she could arrive at Hogwarts. The honeymoon suite just pushed it further.
With her pleasure skyrocketing, she lingered in that position for very long. "Damn, Hermione, she had placed everything in the wrong place, I can't find them," Ginny murmured.
"Oh, really, let me help," he answered, and Ginny heard footsteps. She should have stopped, but when she turned to look at him, she noticed his big smile. He was teasing her back.
She was a Gryffindor, not a Slytherin to retreat at the first sign. So, instead of making the cowardly thing, she bent forward even more. "Yes, help would be amazing," she said as she dug through her clothing.
He stood behind her. "Do you mind pulling a bit so I can reach," he offered.
"You're tall enough to reach over me, Harry," Ginny answered throatily, giving him a challenge he would no doubt retreat. No boy in Hogwarts dared to take her offers when she suggested, because the first one that dared to do, she had hexed to oblivion. It was part of her game, dare them, and watch the fear dance on their face.
Unfortunately, she realized two things soon after Harry took a step forward. First, he had no idea about her reputation, so he didn't show the slightest fear as he took a step forward … second, she didn't have her wand with her.
She should have asked him to stop when his hips suddenly pressed against her. She was prepared for that. Then, he spoke first. "Do you want me to … stop," he whispered as he leaned forward, his body pressing against her amazingly, but not amazing enough to hide his mocking tone.
If she asked him to stop, it would mean defeat. They were even closer when she was drunk, Ginny reasoned, and he had been a true gentleman when he could have taken advantage. This just counted as payment for that, Ginny reasoned.
"How about this, they look comfortable," he said as he pulled something from the pile. Ginny found herself blushing. It was her exercise clothes, the special ones that gave her an excellent range of movement … but special enough that she only dared to wear them when exercising alone. Not even her female teammates.
The thin, stretchy fabric was just too much.
"I … I will think about it," Ginny stammered.
She didn't know what she expected as a reaction. But it was certainly not his next words. "Good girl, you know when to admit defeat," he said, leaving Ginny to blush … not just a shame, but competitive fury.
How dare he insult her. She would show him….
But, before she could go and change, she heard a knock on the door. "Room service," it called.
"I have arranged some breakfast. Do you want to go to the bathroom while I handle it, it shouldn't take more than five minutes," Harry said.
If it was a male voice, Ginny might have taken it. Now, she had options, options to make him pay for his earlier words. How dare he mock her, Ginny Weasley, the spitfire of Hogwarts, the bane of all men.
"No, I should stay," Ginny explained enthusiastically, happy with the opportunity to strike back. The presence of another woman was just the insurance to make sure he would be too shy to do much. "After our show the last night, they are even more convinced about our status. There'll be a lot of gossip if we don't do anything."
It was mostly nonsense, of course, their role wasn't that critical, but Harry seemed to buy it, so Ginny kept her mouth shut. No need to play fair when winning.
Harry went to the door while Ginny peeked from a corner, only to see one of the younger waitresses from the bar. A beautiful young woman, making his little ploy even better. She walked to the middle.
"Are you ready for our fresh omelet service, madam," she said cheerfully. "It'll be the best thing that ever happened to you in this room."
Harry chuckled as he sat on the couch, and Ginny walked toward him. But, rather than sitting on the couch, she plopped herself on his lap, playing the happy wife. The only pity, she wasn't able to see his shocked expression.
"Oh, I doubt it. My new husband is rather hard to beat when it comes to pleasure…" she answered softly even as she grabbed his arm and wrapped it around herself, playing the role with an intensity that was unnecessary.
"Oh, I can see that," the waitress answered, her gaze on them. "You two are very … brave."
"Well, I am. I'm trying to teach him," Ginny answered smugly as she shuffled a bit on his lap, feeling his presence growing … and growing.
That made her smile slip away for a moment, replaced by shock. He was big … much bigger than she thought to be possible.
Almost enough to rival his dream version.
Maybe that wasn't smart, she thought as she tried to shuffle forward, but his arms, which she wrapped around earlier, kept her in place, showing she had made a strategic mistake.
"How do you prefer your food, madam," the waitress asked even as she looked at them, amused and aroused, and Ginny found it hard to tell Harry to stop grabbing her. She was the one to escalate the situation, she would be the one to suffer the consequences.
If suffer was the right word for it.
"Just some mushroom is enough," Ginny answered, before turning her neck slightly. "What about you, my dear, handsome husband."
"Let me think," he said, and to her shock, as he said that, he slid a hand down, landing on her thigh. Even the landing spot was daring, but his fingers moved up, slowly, yet steadily. Ginny froze. She didn't expect her bluff to be called that directly.
She shuffled, trying to get comfortable sitting on him as she shifted to sit lower down on his lap. Not much of an improvement, but before she could say anything else, the waitress spoke.
"How about a drink while you wait," the waitress said.
"I'll have orange juice," Ginny answered immediately. After last night, she decided to stay away from drinks. It was the safer option. She made a motion to stand up, but once again, Harry didn't allow her to retreat… And, asking him to do so would mean defeat.
Instead, she stayed on her warm seat as the waitress walked to them with two glasses of juice. "Enjoy," she said as she passed the glass, winking as she did so.
Her friends always said that one day, the pride she took from teasing men would put her in a dangerous position. She had a feeling that it was that day…