Order of the Phoenix
Back at the Burrow
By Ruskbyte
Chapter Twenty Nine
~ Back at the Burrow ~
"I have never truly realized the depths of stupidity Minister Fudge is capable of. Until now."
Sirius Black cocked a wry eyebrow as Arthur Weasley strode purposefully into the kitchen at the Burrow. With a huff, the balding man pulled out a chair and almost threw himself into it, his face marred with an angry scowl.
"He may be a stubborn, officious buffoon," admitted Dumbledore, sipping his tea, "but, thanks to Harry's efforts, he is a stubborn, officious buffoon that is on our side."
"You say that as if it were a good thing," noted Sirius, twirling a biscuit in his fingers.
Remus, sitting opposite Sirius, chuckled appreciatively and reached for a scone. "I only wish I had been there to see Fudge's face when Harry told him about that poison."
Fred and George, sitting to either side of Sirius, started giggling like five-year-olds as they pictured the scene. They had both been extremely taken by the recent revelation that Sirius and Remus were in fact the infamous Padfoot and Moony.
Of course they, along with Bill and Charlie, had come within a hairsbreadth of stunning Sirius when he revealed himself, changing back from his Animagus form to human before their eyes not half an hour before. It had taken some quick explaining on the parts of Ron, Hermione and Remus to convince them of his innocence.
"Can't believe he did that," chortled Fred.
"Poisoning the Minister's cup of tea," laughed George. "Oh, I would have paid Galleons to see that happen."
Molly Weasley, returning to the table with a fresh pot of tea, frowned at the two boys, "Fred, George! This is no laughing matter. Be serious for once."
Sirius watched with amusement as the twins put on indignant expressions and announced in stereo, "We are being serious!"
"Somehow I doubt that," noted Hermione, who was sitting next to Ron.
Fred looked over at her in mock disbelief and asked, "Why don't you believe us?"
Charlie Weasley sat his cup down on the table and stated, "Experience."
"You're never serious," agreed Bill.
"Hey, he resembles that remark!" declared George in mock outrage, pointing at Sirius.
"Boys," warned Arthur, hiding his smile behind the rim of his teacup as he took a sip.
Molly placed the pot of tea in the centre of the kitchen table and sat down in her place next to her husband, shaking her head with disapproval. She glared at the two pranksters in a manner not dissimilar to a sabre-toothed tiger and then turned to Sirius apologetically. "I'm so sorry for how rude they're being. They simply refuse to act like proper gentlemen."
Sirius waved her apology aside, still twirling his biscuit. "Nothing to get upset about, Molly. If anything, I was probably worse when I was their age."
"I'll vouch for that," agreed Remus that a smirk.
"Oh, put a sock in it, Moony."
"Did you ever dye all the Slytherins pink?" asked Fred--or it might have been George--with interest. Both boys leaned eagerly forward, only to have their mother scold them for pestering their guests.
Any further byplay was cut short when Dumbledore cleared his throat. Once everyone's attention was gathered, the headmaster turned to Arthur. His eyebrows were raised in question, and he asked in a calm voice, "What has Cornelius decided about the Dursley family's disposition?"
Arthur scowled deeply, forewarning Sirius that the news he was about to deliver would not be what they desired to hear. "The arrogant fool will not be pressing charges. He isn't even planning to have an Obliviator change their memories of what happened. In fact, he's offering to resettle them in a new home, with a thousand Galleons taken from the Potter vault as compensation for the destruction of Privet Drive."
Exclamations of disbelief and muted fury swept across the table at this announcement.
"That rat bastard!" shouted Ron, angrily slamming his fist on the table top.
"Ronald Weasley! I'll tolerate no such language in this house!" berated Molly, glaring fiercely at her youngest son.
Ron jumped up from his seat, waving his arms about. "But it's true! That fat fu- uh... fool, Dursley, actually shot Harry and all Fudge does is try and cover it up? He apologises to them and actually uses Harry's money to pay them off?"
Reaching up from where she was still sitting, Hermione grabbed hold of Ron's shoulder and pulled him back down to his seat. After waiting for him to take several calming breaths, the bushy-haired teenager looked across the table to Dumbledore. "Can they honestly pay the Dursleys with money from Harry's vault?"
"Unfortunately," admitted Dumbledore, frowning with displeasure. "Cornelius is doubtless bitter regarding Harry's control over him. He must be using this as an opportunity to exact some measure of revenge against him."
"Smarmy git," growled Sirius, "Dursley shot him, and Harry's the one that has to pay for it? I'm more than tempted to pay them both a visit and give them a piece of my mind."
Remus shook his head. "Harry did destroy Privet Drive using magic illegally out of school in doing so. With Harry's gunshot wounds completely healed we have no physical proof that Dursley made any attempt on his life."
Ron smashed his fist onto the table again. "I saw it! So did Mum and Dad! So did Ginny!"
Arthur and Molly visibly cringed at the mention for their daughter's name. Arthur brought his cup to his lips and sipped his tea. Lowering the cup to the table, he nervously cleared his throat and glanced through the kitchen door towards the stairs. "I don't doubt Ginny will be rather... unhappy with this news."
"No kidding," agreed Fred, "she'll probably Apparate to the Ministry and rip Fudge a new one."
"Fred Weasley!"
Fred shrugged unapologetically. On Sirius' other side George leaned forward and placed his hands on the table. "Don't joke, she probably would and probably could. When it comes to Harry, Ginny wouldn't hesitate doing something like that."
Charlie nodded in agreement with George's assessment. "From what I've seen and heard, she just might at that. Don't forget how she literally blew Harry off his feet while the rest of us combined could barely manage to make him twitch."
"I never thought they would grow so close so quickly," muttered Molly, slumping in her chair. "They're both so young, Ginny especially..."
"Virginia cannot stay your little girl forever, Molly," observed Dumbledore with a hint of reproach in his voice.
Molly sighed dejectedly. "I know. But I was hoping she could wait until she was older. Y'know, eighteen, nineteen... maybe fifty..."
Dumbledore smiled and poured himself another cup of tea. "Young love. It is a wonderful thing to watch as it blossoms. Even if it does herald the beginning of a child's growth into adulthood."
Sirius nodded his agreement and wistfully said, "James and Lily were much the same, weren't they?"
"Although Lily did tend to bash Prongs upside his thick skull a bit more," noted Remus, smiling serenely as he nibbled on a biscuit.
"I think Ginny's the only one that could smack Harry," admitted Ron thoughtfully. "This thing she has with the Order..."
Any further trains of thought on the matter were abruptly derailed at their stations when a wave of shimmering blue and green energy washed through the Burrow kitchen. Sirius almost fell out of his chair as a tickling sensation on his skin built to a peak and then faded away just as quickly, accompanied by what sounded like pixies laughing merrily in the distance.
Remus, who had spilled his tea, pulled out a handkerchief and dabbed at his dripping shirt. He looked across at Sirius and then Dumbledore as everyone jumped to their feet. "What the devil was that?" he asked.
"Harry," breathed Dumbledore, as well as all of the Weasleys.
Without any need to continue speaking, the entire group fled the kitchen at a dead run, Sirius leading the way in his excitement. He bounded up the crooked staircase, taking three steps at a time, with Ron and Hermione close on his heels. Reaching the top Sirius charged down the narrow passage towards the door marked as "Ronald's Room".
Sirius grabbed the doorknob and pulled. After a moment he changed from pulling to pushing. Without even a creak of protest the door to Ron's room remained firmly shut. Sirius jiggled the knob and swore under his breath. Ron and Hermione had caught up with him, closely followed by Fred, George and Remus. Not much later the other adults arrived, Molly Weasley puffing with a hand at her side as Dumbledore strode up to stand just behind Sirius.
"I can't open it!" growled Sirius angrily, bashing his shoulder against the door in an attempt to force his way in.
"Permit me, Sirius," said the headmaster, placing a restraining hand on his shoulder. As Sirius backed down a step or two, Dumbledore drew out his wand and began waving it at the door. After a minute of careful work he raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Young Virginia appears to be more adept at Locking Spells than any of us had thought."
Arthur looked at Dumbledore in disbelief, "Ginny? Our Ginny locked the door with a spell?"
The old wizard nodded thoughtfully, stroking his chin with a finger as he considered the door that barred their way. With a slight frown he cast a spell that Sirius was unfamiliar with and a second later the door swung open with a soft creak.
First into the room were Ron and Hermione, who barged past the adults, only to come to such an abrupt halt that everyone piled into each other. Sirius, who had followed immediately after the two youngsters, almost tripped over them but managed to retain his balance.
Looking over their heads he instantly spotted Harry... and Ginny.
In bed.
Together.
Naked.
Sirius' thought processes were about to shut down and go into hibernation when Molly began to yell in indignation and outrage.
"GINERVA WEASLEY! WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
***
"GINERVA WEASLEY! WHAT THE DEVIL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?!"
"Waking me up," rasped Harry. Lying in Ron’s bed, slowly having full consciousness return to him, Harry could only compare how he felt to an ant being stepped on by a dragon.
No, not a dragon, something bigger. Dudley, maybe.
His muscles, even the ones he had not known about, were throbbing painfully with every breath he took. Ginny had told him about how he had annihilated number four Privet Drive, as well as his little rampage afterwards. He just had not expected it to hurt this much.
And speaking of Ginny...
It was a very good thing that his girlfriend had confessed that they would be waking up naked in Ron's bed together. Otherwise Harry might have had a similar reaction to Mrs Weasley upon slowly rising out of Morpheus' grip. As it was, he could feel Ginny's body pressing against him in ways that were causing havoc with his blood circulation.
Cautiously Harry opened his eyes. First he opened his left, with which he briefly surveyed Ron's room and the dumbstruck forms of the Weasleys, Hermione, Sirius, Remus and Professor Dumbledore. After a moment wondering how he has going to talk his way out of this one, Harry cracked open his right eye and looked up at the beautiful face hovering over him.
"Harry?" asked Ginny, her voice trembling as she gazed down at him with worried eyes.
"Last time I checked, yeah," Harry confirmed, noticing how hoarse his voice sounded.
The relief that swept over Ginny was palpable, and Harry could feel the tension drain out of her as her body relaxed against his. This naturally drew Harry's attention back to the fact that both he and Ginny were somewhat lacking in the clothing department.
Ginny was lying atop of him, the full length of her body pressed against him. Beneath the sheets that were drawn up to her shoulders, he could feel that their legs had become entwined. Her right arm was resting along his side and her hand grasped his left shoulder, while her other hand and fingers were higher up and stroking his temple.
As she sagged against him, Harry could feel Ginny's breasts against his chest and her hips straddling his own. The burning heat of her body was suffusing his aching limbs and torso with a delicious warmth that made him want to remain in that bed with her forever.
Y'know, she does feel good. I could get used to this.
"WOULD YOU BE SO KIND TO EXPLAIN TO ME, YOUNG LADY," roared Molly Weasley, loud enough to eclipse even a Howler for sheer volume, "WHAT IN MERLIN’S NAME YOU ARE DOING IN HERE?!"
Out the corner of his eye, Harry could see the still gob-smacked forms of the other Weasleys, along with Hermione, his favourite Defence Against the Dark Arts professor and his wayward godfather. Only Professor Dumbledore seemed to be taking the situation in stride, a faint smile gracing his lips.
Molly continued her tirade, pushing her way to the front of the gawking crowd clustered at around the doorway. Her usually pleasant face was a shade of red that Harry felt could match that of a sun ripened tomato, "LOUNGING ABOUT IN YOUR OWN BROTHER’S BED, ON TOP OF A SICK BOY, WITHOUT ANY CLOTHES ON..."
Harry, in a sudden fit of mischief brought on by seeing Fred and George, reached a hand up to gently stroke Ginny's bare shoulder and draw her attention away from the looming ferocity of her mother. A devious scheme was beginning to form in his mind, and he decided it would definitely be worth it just to see the looks on their faces.
Besides which, it’ll divert Molly’s attention to me instead of Ginny. If things get out of hand I can also pretend I was delusional at the time.
"Gin?" he asked as his young girlfriend drew back enough to look into his eyes again. Her fiery red tresses framed her face and cascaded to either side of his head, tickling his cheeks.
"Yes, Harry?" asked Ginny, around the continuing rants Molly was blasting her with.
"…MY ONE AND ONLY DAUGHTER GOING AROUND AND ACTING LIKE A SCARLET WOMAN! NO SHAME OR DECORUM WHATSOEVER…"
Harry put on the most earnest and innocent expression he could muster and, in what he hoped was a slightly confused tone of voice, asked, "Are we awake now?"
Ginny smiled slightly and nodded her head. "Yes, Harry."
"…WILL NOT TOLERATE MY FLESH AND BLOOD, MY CHILDREN, LIVING IN SIN UNDER MY OWN ROOF…"
"Oh... good," Harry frowned as if puzzled and then asked, "Gin?"
"Yes, Harry?"
"Am I naked?"
Saying those words and keeping a straight face doing so was one of the hardest things Harry had ever done, but somehow he succeeded. He struggled to hide the amusement he knew was beginning to sparkle in his eyes as Ginny immediately began to blush profusely, and Molly’s invectives almost faltered for a moment before switching to a new line of attack.
"DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE? THE POOR BOY, AT THE VERY BRINK OF DEATH’S DOOR, BARELY AWARE OF WHAT’S GOING ON AROUND HIM AND YOU PRACTICALLY MOLEST HIM…"
"Yes, Harry," Ginny admitted in an embarrassed voice.
"Oh... good," Harry nodded in acceptance, making it look as if he were taking her answer in a somewhat dazed stride. After a few seconds pretending to consider it, while Molly continued to rain her outrage down on Ginny, Harry frowned again and queried, "Gin?"
"Yes, Harry?" responded the still blushing teenager, gentling biting down on her bottom lip.
Despite his best efforts Harry could not totally suppress his own faint blush as he asked, "Are you naked?"
This time Ginny managed to turn a truly remarkable shade of red, as did Molly and everyone else present — with the sole exception being Dumbledore. In fact, the headmaster was the only person present that tried to calm Mrs Weasley, but had yet to get a word in edgewise. Ginny’s blush was so complete that even her faint smattering of freckles disappeared beneath it. "Yes, Harry."
"…CLIMBING INTO BED — WITH HARRY POTTER NO LESS! NOT A SHRED OF RESPECT OR CONCERN FOR THE DEAR BOY’S SENSITIVE NATURE OR CONDITION! I DID NOT RAISE YOU TO ACT LIKE THIS, GINERVA…"
"Oh... good." Harry knew that he did not have much time left. The struggle to mask his growing amusement was becoming more difficult with each second, and his ears were beginning to ring from Mrs Weasley’s continued bellows.
"…MORGANA’S BANE, I DON’T KNOW HOW I’LL BE ABLE TO SHOW MY FACE IN THE VILLAGE IF WORD OF THIS EVER GOT OUT!"
He glanced at the others, noting how everyone except Dumbledore were practically cowering as Molly paced back and forth. Harry looked at Ginny, who was still lying across his chest and stomach, and was distressed to see guilty tears beginning to form in her bright brown eyes. "Gin?" he asked.
"Yes, Harry?" asked Ginny in a plaintive tone, her bottom lip trembling.
"…AND YOUR FATHER, DID YOU EVEN BOTHER TO CONSIDER HIM? THEY COULD BRING HIM UP ON CHARGES FOR THIS! HARRY IS OUR RESPONSIBILITY WHILE STAYING IN THIS HOUSE…"
Harry glanced one last time at the marauding Molly Weasley and then asked in a perfectly calm voice, "We haven't done anything yet, have we?"
If Ginny had been blushing furiously before, she was now almost glowing the same colour as the setting sun. She looked down at him with obvious horror and moved her mouth, but failed to produce any words.
Molly, who had just been starting on the idea of having Ginny transferred from Hogwarts to a remote nunnery in Northern Ireland, trailed off abruptly. She stopped in mid-pace and crossed her arms, watching and waiting for her daughter’s reply.
After several seconds of gaping down at Harry in shocked disbelief, Ginny managed to gather enough of her wits to shake her head and say, "No, Harry."
"Thank every merciful angel…" breathed Molly in an almost inaudible prayer. Everyone else, most notably Arthur and the assorted Weasley brothers, also seemed to heave sighs of relief.
With a theatrical sigh of disappointment Harry sank his head back against the pillow. He looked up at Ginny, feeling his impassive mask beginning to crack, and sighed, "Oh... pity."
What sounded like a soft snort of amusement from Dumbledore caused Harry's eyes to flick to where the others were standing by the door. The aged wizard's moustache was twitching with mirth and his blue eyes twinkled merrily over the rims of his spectacles.
"WHAT?!?!" Molly jerked upright and stared at Harry, her eyes so wide with shock that he was almost worried they might pop right out of their sockets. Her face, which had only just begun returning to its normal colour, immediately flushed a deep red once again as Mrs Weasley started sputtering.
Sirius and Remus, standing to either side Professor Dumbledore, had uplifted expressions on their faces as they watched. Rather it was Sirius that appeared delighted by the events unfolding before him, while Remus watched with what looked like appalled resignation.
The Weasleys appeared to be simply speechless. Arthur was running his hand nervously through his already thinning hair, but otherwise seemed to be taking everything in stride. Bill and Charlie looked uncertain as how to react and were alternating between shock and amusement. The twins, Fred and George, were grinning in a greatly disturbing fashion.
Ron was staring at Harry and Ginny with an expression that matched the one Harry remembered seeing that time during their second-year when they had snuck into the Forbidden Forest and been captured by the Acromantulas. Hermione, whose shoulder Ron was holding in a white-knuckled death grip, was flushed almost as red as Ginny and was staring fixedly at her shoes.
Got 'em, thought Harry, his mouth curling into a mischievous grin as he looked back at Ginny. His girlfriend, and now bed partner, was watching him with narrowed eyes. Uh oh.
"You little sneak," she whispered into his ear, leaning close and pressing down on him. She surreptitiously, so as not to draw anyone’s attention to it, ground her hips hard against him, causing Harry's breath to hitch in his throat. A strangled groan escaped his lips, and his hands slid up her thighs to still her hips.
"Don't do that," he croaked out, keeping his voice low so that only she heard him.
Ginny smirked wickedly at him and then pouted playfully. His firm hold on her hips prevented her from grinding against him, so instead she settled on rocking back and forth. With both the sheets and the fluffy orange bedspread drawn up to their shoulders the movement was almost imperceptible, except of course to poor Harry who was, unfortunately, all too aware of it. "Why?" she asked, sounding like a little girl that had just been scolded.
Not too far from the truth, actually.
Harry swallowed nervously, aware that their audience was watching them closely, with the exception of Mrs Weasley who had decided to continue her diatribe on her only daughter’s indecent actions.
"…CORRUPTED THE POOR BOY! YOU DON’T EVEN HAVE THE DECENCY TO WAIT APROPRIATELY BEFORE THROWING YOURSELF AT HIM…"
Apparently his attempt to divert Molly’s attention from Ginny to himself had not met with any success. Instead the Weasley matriarch seemed convinced that Ginny had somehow managed to twist Harry’s fragile state of mind.
"…A VICTIM OF YOUR OWN PERVERTED NEED FOR GRATIFICATION…"
"Because," he whispered in Ginny’s ear as his right hand trailed lightly up her spine, "I think it would be best if we tried to calm your mum down before her head explodes. I don’t imagine anyone would be pleased if that happened."
"Probably not," agreed Ginny, rearing back slightly and almost exposing her breasts as she lifted away from his chest. Fortunately the sheets were drawn up high enough over them to shield her from view of those at the door. "But how do you plan on doing that, might I ask? None of us, not even Dad, have been able to get her to stop in the middle of one of these rants."
Harry turned, as much as he could, and addressed Molly, "Mrs Weasley…"
"…A BETRAYAL OF TRUST, THAT’S WHAT THIS IS…"
"Mrs Weasley."
"…MY ONLY DAUGHTER, WHO I RAISED AS BEST I COULD, PRACTICALLY RAPING THE-BOY-WHO-LIVED…"
"Mrs Weasley!"
"…NEVER IN A THOUSAND YEARS, NO, NEVER IN A THOUSAND EONS…"
"MRS WEASLEY!!"
Molly came to an abrupt halt, almost tripping over her feet and falling to the floor in surprise at Harry’s insistent interruption. Harry smiled tiredly at her and breathed a sigh of relief at the sudden silence that seemed to echo through Ron’s room. Even the ghoul in the attic was quiet after such a voluble scolding.
"Thank you, Mrs Weasley," he told her, trying to keep his voice level and professional sounding, much like in his Practical Fighting Techniques classes. He gave the woman he considered almost a mother an apologetic smile, "There’s no need to yell at Ginny like this. I understand the situation fully and hopefully, after I’ve had a chance to explain, so shall you."
"But… but Harry," Molly began to protest.
Harry raised a hand to still her objections. "Mrs Weasley, everyone, Ginny simply did what was necessary to revive me. Unfortunately this required large amounts of skin-to-skin contact in order to effect a working mental connection. If anyone is at fault, it’s me for not keeping my guard up around my uncle."
Ginny apparently found amusement in everyone's surprised reactions, especially her mum’s, and began to relax. Her fierce crimson blush began to fade as she looked at Harry with a wry smile, shaking her head. Harry shrugged his shoulders and tickled her side with one hand when she leaned down and whispered accusingly in his ear, "Liar, liar, pants on fire."
Harry grinned impishly at her and retorted quietly, "What pants? You took them off remember?"
Dumbledore clapped his hands to capture everyone's attention and smiled at the two prone teenagers lying before him. "Well, Harry," he said with a smile, "I see you've made a full recovery."
Ginny cautiously lifted the sheets a few inches and, with a salacious grin, made a show of peering beneath them, "He certainly has."
"Ginny!" protested Harry, grabbing the sheet from her with the hand he had been holding her hip with and pulling it down. This time he could feeling the blood rising to his face and knew that he was blushing as brightly as she had been only moments earlier.
"Got you!" she declared with a smug grin.
"We’re going now so that you two can get dressed," announced Molly Weasley, apparently beginning to recover from her shock at finding her only daughter in bed with Harry. "We’ll be expecting you downstairs in the kitchen in five minutes. If you’re not down, and fully clothed, in five minutes, I swear there will be hell to pay the likes of which neither of you have ever seen. Remember that and don’t get up to any funny business. Get dressed and downstairs without any detours along the way, understand? We’ll be waiting in the kitchen for you in precisely-"
"-Five minutes, yes, Mum," Ginny finished for her, a trace of impatience creeping into her voice. "We heard you perfectly clearly the first time."
With a huff and daring glare Molly turned and bustled her way out of Ron’s room, pushing past the others. Ginny could just make out her mutters about the impropriety of the entire situation as she stalked down the passage to the stairs.
Bill and Charlie were next to leave the overcrowded room, giving both her and Harry commiserating, yet stern, nods as they left. After they had departed Dumbledore and Remus took Sirius by the elbows and pulled him out, leaving only the four remaining children standing watch over them.
"Heh," chuckled Fred, waving at the two bedridden teenagers, "we’ll be seeing you downstairs then. Five minutes, remember that. No longer."
"Just enough time for a quickie," agreed George as the two older boys started to leave. "Make sure you don’t do anything the two of us wouldn’t."
"Which does not really prohibit us from doing much…" retorted Harry.
Ginny groaned and buried her head in the crook of Harry’s shoulder. "Just get out of here and let us change in peace," she pleaded, hoping that for once they would do what she asked of them.
Once Fred and George’s footsteps had retreated down the passage, Ginny looked up to see Ron and Hermione still waiting in the room. Harry also looked at his friends and asked jokingly, "I hope the two of you aren’t expecting to stay while we get dressed. Voyeurism is definitely something your mums wouldn’t approve of."
"Just don’t try anything funny, Harry," asserted Ron in what passed for a threatening tone of voice. "That’s my sister you’ve got lying on top of you."
"Come on, Ron," urged Hermione, grabbing him by the arm and tugging him to the door. "You can perform your brotherly duty and threaten Harry once the two of them come downstairs."
Ginny let out a sigh of relief as her friend and the last of her brothers exited the room and closed the door behind them. Some of the past few minutes had undoubtedly been the most embarrassing of her entire life, surpassing everything and anything that had come before.
I never want a repeat of anything like this again.
"Alone at last, eh, my love?"
"Be quiet you," she told Harry, already feeling better now that they were alone and no longer under the watchful eyes of her family. She smacked him lightly, but playfully, on the shoulder.
Harry grinned and tickled her sides. "I can't help it. Having everyone walk in on us like this was a tad disturbing."
"Could've been worse."
"How?"
Ginny smirked knowingly, "Percy could've been here too."
Harry laughed and ran his hands up to her shoulders, making her shiver under his touch. "Mmm. That would have been embarrassing. He would've had to start writing a report about it."
"It would be more interesting reading than the thickness of cauldron bottoms."
"Aye, tha' i' woul'."
"You've been talking with Moira again, haven't you?"
Bracing her arms to either side of his head Ginny pushed herself up into a sitting position, her hips pressing down hard against Harry as she did. The sheets and Chudley Cannons bedspread that had been covering them slid down from her shoulders and pooled around her waist, exposing her breasts to his gaze. She smiled as Harry's eyes widened and he licked his lips.
"Are you all right?" she asked huskily.
"Well," admitted Harry after sucking in a steadying breath, "I can't move my legs."
Panic immediately washed over Ginny and her hands clutched Harry's shoulders, "Omigod! What's wrong?"
Harry looked up at her calmly and said in a perfect deadpan, "You're sitting on them."
It took several seconds for this to sink into Ginny's mind and several more before she realised that Harry was teasing her yet again. Righteous indignation flashed across her face and she did the first thing that came to mind. She started hitting him.
"Oh, you!" Ginny exclaimed, whacking him lightly on his chest and shoulder with her fists. Harry laughed and reached up to grab her by the back of her head. His other arm wrapped around her waist as he pulled her down to him and caught her mouth in a scalding kiss.
It was even more intense than she remembered, harkening back to the blazing fervour of their very first kiss. While there was no damage for them to fix this time, Ginny was convinced that this kiss was powerful enough to reverse even the complete destruction of number four Privet Drive.
Ginny gripped Harry’s head with both hands and pulled him up to her, with enough force and ardour to bruise their lips. Moaning in the back of her throat she parted her lips as his tongue begged to deepen their joining.
With a low growl, never breaking the passionate kiss, Harry flipped them both over. Distracted as she was by the feel of Harry's lips against hers, Ginny could still feel the hardness of Harry's obvious arousal pressing against her own burning need. With his weight resting comfortingly above her, Ginny looked up into Harry's burning green eyes when the kiss eventually ended.
Harry's eyes were aglow with a passion, a desire, a need that Ginny had seen during her brief battle with his bestial side. Ginny knew she had to stop this. If she did not, neither of them would be leaving the room in the same condition they had entered it, for they would most certainly be otherwise occupied for quite some time.
Worse was the thought that her family would doubtless come back up to investigate her screams, and she knew Harry would make her scream herself hoarse. Even if they put up a Silencing Charm, Ginny realised that sooner or later, probably sooner, the other Weasleys would come up to see what was taking the two of them so long.
Being walked in on while lying naked in bed together was one thing. Being walked in on during their first lovemaking would was something else.
"Aaaaah!"
Ginny's thoughts and worries about been discovered evaporated instantly under the burning, wet heat that enveloped her nipple. Harry had been nibbling hungrily on her ear and had slowly wound his way downward, trailing kisses on her cheek, jaw, neck and below. As he kissed and suckled her, Ginny could feel the roughness of his palm massaging her other breast.
Her one hand shot up by its own volition and grabbed the back of Harry's head, holding him close as Ginny arched herself up to him. Ginny bucked her hips against him as she felt Harry tenderly grind her sensitive flesh between his teeth. She could not help but groan in protest and loss as he pulled away, letting his hand take over for his mouth.
"We're going to need lots of Silencing Charms," he said as he rolled off and to her side, his hands tracing their way up from her burning breasts to cup her face.
"And Locking Spells," she agreed between gasps. "Lots and lots of Locking Spells."
Harry smiled and lovingly kissed the tip of her nose. "We certainly don't want to be interrupted, do we?"
Ginny returned his smile, feeling her lust begin to subside as her self-control reasserted itself. "No, somehow I don't think we want that."
They lay beside each other for a minute, tempting the deadline Mrs Weasley had set for them, letting their breathing slow and return to something closer to normal. Ginny played with the thick tousles of Harry's black hair, which she ran between her fingers. Harry simply lay there, one hand gently stroking over and around her bare shoulder, a peaceful and content look in his eyes.
~Lord, whatever I did to deserve her - tell me, so that I can do it all over again.~
A second passed. Two. Three. Then Ginny realised she had not thought that and, in fact, the voice was one she could not fail to recognised. It was not anyone of her family. Not her friends or any of those annoying dead people from the Order of the Phoenix.
H-Harry?Omigod, Harry?
With perhaps undue haste Ginny pushed away from Harry, her hands against his chest. Harry looked at her with bewilderment that quickly changed to shock. Ginny had just enough time to see that he had obviously heard her unspoken question when she discovered an unfortunate fact.
Ron's bed was not as wide as the ones at Hogwarts.
With a loud thump and muffled oof, Ginny fell to the floor of Ron's bedroom. After several long seconds Ginny looked up from her position on the floor to see Harry cautiously peering over the edge of the mattress. After staring at each other in shock, disbelief and finally understanding, it was Harry that eventually spoke up.
"Nobody in the Order said anything about this!"
TBC...