Rating:
PG
House:
Astronomy Tower
Ships:
Other Canon Wizard/Ginny Weasley
Characters:
Ginny Weasley
Genres:
Romance
Era:
The Harry Potter at Hogwarts Years
Stats:
Published: 04/03/2004
Updated: 04/03/2004
Words: 805
Chapters: 1
Hits: 743

Muggle Studies

Lady Zip

Story Summary:
Vincent Crabbe is called upon to tutor a lovely female student in Muggle Studies. Assuming that he can avoid being severely beaten by her brothers, things should turn out even better than fine. A most unexpected romance.

Posted:
04/03/2004
Hits:
743
Author's Note:
This is a fic for a ship that I have long loved and long ignored writing a fic for. Then I got into the right mood, wrote a cookiee and the cookie became a fic. Enjoy everyone!

Muggle Studies

by Lady Zip

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As far as he could remember, Vincent wasn't a sucker for red hair. He'd never had any kind of 'thing' about freckles or summer tans or tattered jumpers or the faint smell of wood smoke. But he'd swear that he had an obsession with all of them the second he bent over Ginny Weasley's shoulder.

Muggle Studies was his soap box and her stumbling block. It was Professor Sulls who had plunked Ginny across from him in the library and practically offered to rig his NEWTS if he would tutor her. The only other students with good enough grades to give her a hand had balked and run at the thought of Ron Weasley and the poor girl's other brothers with beater's clubs in hand.

Vincent just about jumped ship as well. Then he looked right at her, perparing to make apologies and heard himself asking if Tuesdays were good for her or would a Wednesday or Friday evening do better.

She smiled like the sun and he never forgot it.

Tuesdays turned into Tuesdays and Wednesdays and then into all three of the recommened dates. She was ten, no, eleven times better than before. Everything seemed to snap into focus for her the moment it was put into layman's terms. And Vincent wondered constantly how he managed to make any sense to her when his whole world seemed to go dizzy around her.

It was like she had some kind of magnetic field. Get too close and your brain scrambled like an egg. Vincent likened it to the so called cancerous radiation that emenated from microwaves. He was pretty sure that being close to Ginny three days a week was equvilant to having pressed his skull to the microwave door every time he made popcorn as a child. Which was a lot.... a hell of a lot.....

But despite the apparent health hazard he was still here, bent over her shoulder, correcting her spelling in a practice question for the upcoming final. If she could just remember how to spell 'television' she would do more than well.

And in and instant her hand shot out from it's normal place on the table. For the first time she took her quill back instead of waiting for him to hand it to her. Their hands brushed, then made what must have been deliberately solid contact.

Vincent felt himself stop breathing. He coughed gently, but she had frozen, staring at their fingers, both linked around the quill. He could feel her trembling faintly. He forced a breath and felt his lungs fill with that smell of burnt cedar that never seemed to leave her skin. He realized that he was pressed to the back of her chair, bearing his weight onto the table, his nose inches from the crown of her head.

He closed his eyes, determined to shake off the haze, and opened them to find that she had moved without a sound and was looking right at him with eyes as scared as he was sure his own were.

It occured to him for the first time that she didn't have bad enough marks in Muggle Studies to warrant three days a week of tutoring. That [i]he[/i] certainly hadn't kept coming back for the educational value and maybe......just maybe....she hadn't either.

Then she smiled. The weak, faint smile of a ray of sun struggling through overcast skies. Her sunshine smile, asking it's permission to break through. His voice caught, their foreheads touched. Scrambled brains, microwaves.... But he'd always loved the popcorn.

One straight look in those eyes and he was gone. He shifted his hand, dropped the quill and grasped her fingers, kissed her softly.

She sighed against his lips, pressed back gently. She was as soft to touch as he'd ever imagined. Callused hands, silky lips, lipgloss that tasted mildly of strawberry and sugar, the smoky smell in her hair, the tickle of her sigh against his cheek...

If her brothers beat the shit out of him this was worth it ten, no, eleven times over.

She pulled back gently, to take a real breath, and they both seemed to notice that they were in a library. Her blush would never have been enough to convince an onlooker that she was even a little shy about that last moment. The happiness in her sunshine smile spoke far too loudly for that.

Vincent felt himself grinning back at her, eyes locked, foreheads pressed. He sank into the seat beside her, clasping her trembling hand in his sweating palm.

"Does this...mean something?" he asked softly.

She swallowed, leaned foreward and kissed him again. "It means everything."

He was going to die when her brothers heard about this, and he was going to die the happiest man alive.

~ Fin ~


Author notes: Oh dear.... I really do need to write more of this sort of lovely fluff. *sigh*