Nine Months in F Minor

    “I love you, Ginny,” sighed Harry, tilting his head so he could see her face.

    Seventeen-year-old, seventh-year Harry Potter was sitting, relaxed, against the wall of the Room of Requirement. The room had provided quite a lot more than they needed - a place to go and snog without being caught - but the cozy overstuffed chairs by the fire were a bit prohibiting, and the floor was very soft and cushy. Ginny Weasley was sitting in front of him, slight figure supported against him, head resting peacefully on his chest, her fingers laced in his, her breathing in time with his own.

    “I love you too,” she said, in turn angling her head back so she could see his face. He grinned at her and she felt a shiver run down her spine when she looked into his eyes.

    He smirked. “I felt that,” he whispered, laughing.

    Ginny smiled softly. “You tend to have that effect on me.”

    Harry bent his head forward, closer to hers. “I know,” he whispered.

    They kissed. It was quite possibly the softest, gentlest, yet the most lustful kiss Ginny had ever felt, but she didn’t say so; she knew she ought to be used to Harry’s warmth by now, after exactly five months and thirteen days of going out with him - all of the summer and the past two months of school.

    The kiss broke eventually but the softness lingered on. Ginny sighed, leaning against Harry, her slim hips fitting smoothly between his own on the floor, her left arm casually resting on his left leg.

    “Hermione suspects something,” said Harry, breaking the quiet.

    Ginny tensed, but she didn’t otherwise move. They had agreed not to tell anyone of their relationship the moment it had begun, but keeping it secret had proved harder than they’d imagined. Ron, of course, would have Harry’s head if he knew what they did together, but Ron was too thick to guess.

    “Of course she does,” said Ginny. “It’s Hermione. But she’ll never find out about us.”

    “How can you be so sure?” asked Harry. His voice was calm; they’d discussed this before and there seemed to be know way of tracing their affections. Ginny was informing anyone who would listen that she wanted Michael Corner back, and Harry was pretending to miss Cho. It worked out rather well; they’d been able to sneak off together a few times by saying they were going to go plan ways to split Cho and Corner up. And the others had swallowed all the lies.

    “I just….I know.” That’s not right, thought Ginny. I don’t know. “No… I’m - I’m counting on it,” she admitted.

    “Me too,” said Harry, resting his chin lightly on top of her head. “I’m hanging on.”

    Ginny felt herself relaxing again. It was hard to stay anxious around Harry.

    “Can you imagine what would happen if Ron found out?” asked Harry.

    “I try not to,” muttered Ginny. Ron had went off the edge when he’d found out she was dating someone in her own year. How he would take the news that she and Harry had been conducting a secret romance under his nose, doing things that were perhaps not all that innocent, was rather distressing to think about. (In truth, however, the more audacious of their actions had been Ginny’s own idea. Harry doubted Ron would care about that, though.)

    Harry laughed. “Same here.”

    A few more minutes passed in silence, then Ginny said, “I was thinking….maybe we could spend the night here?”

    She knew Harry was smirking that trademark smirk again, without even turning to see.

    “I’d love to….” He sighed regretfully. “But if neither of us turn up tonight, Hermione’s suspicions are going to skyrocket.”

    “I suppose,” said Ginny.

    Harry checked his watch. “We have a few minutes left before we have to go back, you know,” he said, the excitement obvious in his voice. “Just enough time for-”

    “A quickie,” Ginny laughed. Harry felt a chill - not unlike the one Ginny had just felt - run up his back. Ginny laughing was - for lack of a better, less sappy word - magical. It was light, like soft bells or wind chimes, but smoother than that. Musical. Silvery. Melodic.

    “Are you all right, Harry?” asked Ginny, turning awkwardly around to see him.

    “Wha?-oh, yes, yes I’m fine. Why?”

    “You’ve been staring into space for at least four minutes,” she said, her lips so close against his neck he could feel them tickling his skin.

    Ginny giggled. Apparently she had noticed the other effects this had had on him, particularly in the southern regions.

    “Just thin-…Ohhh….” he moaned, his response trailing away as she slid her tongue up his neck.

    She shifted slightly, giving herself better access to his own lips. She teased them apart with her tongue, allowing herself entry.

    After a few minutes of rather indecently eager snogging Harry pulled back and said, “Can you do me a favor, Gin?”

    She made a small noise that could have quite easily been “And a lot more,” but it was hard to say.

    “Can you move? Just a bit? You’re sitting on a part of my anatomy that is a bit uncomfortable at the moment.”

    She giggled again, wiggling slightly to the right, which only made Harry’s arousal greater. He groaned faintly.

    “What’s wrong, Harry?” she asked playfully, wriggling over his groin, full aware of what she was doing.

    “Well, it’s just-” Harry said, waving his hands, appearing to deliberate the point, “it’s just that it’s just sitting there, doing nothing. It needs something to do.” His voice had an interesting quality to it, teasing, yet oddly serious.

    She grinned. “I can think of something it could do,” she whispered, her lips a hair’s breadth away from his own.

    “Hmm…..” said Harry, pretending to think. This was a rather difficult thing to pull off when you were sweating, lying on the floor with a strong arousal, and had Ginny Weasley sitting in your lap. “Me too.”

    But it was all over in an instant; a “quickie” that lasted for about 2 and a half minutes. And then it was done, and Ginny was buttoning her blouse back up and smoothing her skirt down again, and Harry was sliding his pants back up. A simple outburst of teenage hormones.

    They returned to the common room several minutes later and instantly started backing back out.

    This was the reaction most would have had if they had walked into the common room to find it deserted except for Hermione, whose blouse (and, apparently, her bra) were off, and Ron, whose trousers were off. Of course, the fact that Hermione was laying on her back on the couch with her skirt hiked up, and the fact that Ron was laying on top of her, rather added to the general horror, but even so.

    Harry started backing back up as soon as this sight met his eyes. Ginny, whose foot he accidently stepped on, let out a small but quite audible, “Oh!”

    Ron looked up from his - well, his business, so to speak. His mouth fell open, his eyes widened, but although he had stopped moving, Hermione hadn’t. Harry could just make her out under Ron, moaning softly with her eyes shut. Harry tried - and failed - not to notice the fact that certain of Ron’s body parts seemed to be much busier than his face.

    “Oh….” said Ron.

    Hermione continued moaning for several seconds longer, then her eyes snapped open and fell on Harry and Ginny.

    She gasped.

    “Care to explain yourselves, perhaps?” asked Harry.

    Hermione began fumbling around for her blouse, which she buttoned unevenly without even putting her bra on. Ron removed himself from Hermione as she did so.

    “We- we- we were just….just….”

    “I believe,” said Harry coldly, “that this belongs to you?” He delicately picked up Hermione’s bra and held it up.

    She nodded mutely.

    Harry attempted to look serious, but then he burst out laughing. Hermione and Ron exchanged bewildered looks, then Harry said, “This is hilarious! You should see your faces!”

    He tossed Hermione her bra. “Really, you two. I know you’ve been going out since-what? fifth year-” Ron and Hermione’s jaws dropped in unison. Apparently their “secret” affair hadn’t been so secret…. “-but I must say, I never thought I’d walk in on this.”

    Ginny let out a low giggle.

    “Well- well I’ll be leaving now,” said Hermione, leaping up and flattening her skirt down.

    “Yes, I think I will too,” added Ron. They exchanged a brief kiss before whisking up to their separate dorms.

    Harry burst out laughing again, soon to be joined by Ginny. “Can you believe it? Your brother and Hermione!”

    Ginny snickered. “That’s probably what Ron’d say if they found out about us- ‘Can you believe it? My sister and Harry!’”

    “I doubt he’d take it that well.”

    “Probably not.”

    “Ahh… but one can always hope…”

    “You know,” said Harry.

    “Hermione’s got her own problems to deal with now,” said Ginny.

    “She wouldn’t notice if we just-”

    “Disappeared…”

    “For a bit…” finished Harry.

    He turned to her with a sly smile on his face. “Race you!”

    And then he took off toward the Room of Requirement.