A Very Naughty Love Story

It was the afternoon of the Slughorn Ball, yet another gala held in honor of Harry. This time, it was a formal celebration held at the large mansion formerly owned by the Death Eater Yaxley, and was given to Slughorn as a reward for fighting in the battle of Hogwarts-- in green pajamas, no less.

Ginny and Hermione were getting parlor treatment at Lockhart's Locks, courtesy of Hermione's first Ministry paycheck. Lockhart's Locks was the trendy and overpriced parlor Gilderoy Lockhart had opened after he was released from St. Mungoh. He never fully recovered his memories but he did discover that apart from memory spells, he had an aptitude for cosmetic charms so he opened a parlor and made quite a popular line of beauty products for witches.

"Hermione? You're in love with Ron, right?" Ginny asked.

"Very," Hermione said dreamily while white gloves floating in mid-air shampooed her curly tresses. "Always."

It was a good thing Hermione had her eyes closed and didn't see Ginny's nauseated expression. It was just hard to imagine having amorous, adoring feelings for her brother, which was a good thing, because that would be illegal. And yucky.

"Do you sometimes think that Ron isn't enough?" Ginny asked, playing with the ends of her damp, raspberry-smelling hair.

"Well, yes, of course. It's perfectly normal. When I find him with his mouth open gaping at the Muggle telly I gave him, it's kinda hard to think romantic thoughts, you know?" Hermione murmured placidly.

"Oh yes, I know the look," Ginny said, nodding in understanding.

Hermione had bought Ron a Muggle television set, mostly because Mr. Weasley told her in confidence that it's what Ron most wanted for his birthday. Ginny suspected it was what her father wanted most for his birthday, but she refrained from commenting. Her parents had so little joy ever since Fred died. She missed Fred-- rather, she missed FredandGeorge-- who'd just make her laugh her way out of any blues.

"And when we make out and I run my fingers across his bony ribs and I couldn't help thinking about Viktor's abs--" Hermione's eyes flew open with a start. "But I didn't just say that."

"I didn't hear it," Ginny assured.

"What's wrong? Is something the matter with you and Harry?" Hermione said, finally realizing that Ginny's questions didn't just stem from an overwhelming desire to know more about his brother's love life.

Ginny was saved from formulating an appropriate response by the arrival of Gilderoy Lockhart himself, his famous smile flashing. Despite herself, Ginny found herself smiling back. Lockhart was a right git, a coward, and a liar who tried to charm her brother's memory off and make another book off Ginny's nightmarish plight, but he was still winningly charming.

Hermione wouldn't understand anyway. For one thing, she was more loyal to Harry than Ginny. Second, she hated Draco as much as Ron does. And third, despite what she said about Ron's ribs vs. Viktor's abs, Hermione was unfailingly faithful to Ron. Ginny couldn't even rationalize to herself why she was doing this--'she needs to get laid' doesn't seem like a very good reason--so how could she explain it to Hermione? No, it was better to keep her mouth shut and keep this afternoon pleasant and all-around fluffy girl bonding.

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Harry was already there when Ginny arrived at The Burrow, her hair luxuriously long and glossy. He was dressed in his formal dress robes, looking as polished as Harry could ever look. That is to say, with his hair refusing any semblance of a style, he still looked like he got dressed at the last minute, and in the dark. He looked handsome though, in that dark, subtle way that was purely Harry.

Ginny felt like throwing up from the guilt she labeled 'had sex with Draco Malfoy'.

"You look beautiful, Ginny," he said, standing up to meet her.

"I'm not even dressed yet. You just wait and see the dress I'm wearing," she joked lamely, straightening his dark green bow tie. It made Harry's eyes greener, deeper.

Harry grasped her hands and searched her face. "You do not need any dress to look beautiful in my eyes."

If Draco had said the exact same sentence, it would have a totally different meaning, ripe with double-entendre. He would be smirking instead of looking at her earnestly, and his gray eyes would--

She stopped her train of thought, focusing on Harry's familiar face. She wouldn't even deny to herself how selfish and heartless she was being to Harry. Harry, who had never even so much as looked at another girl since Ginny, even if a lot of girls had been throwing themselves at him recently. But then again, he was too busy being the hero of the wizarding world.

"Do you know when you were most beautiful to me?" Harry asked. He didn't wait for her answer. "When I saw you alive after the battle at Hogwarts."

Ginny buried her face in Harry's chest to keep from squirming in guilt. She was a bad, bad person to be doing this to Harry. Had the needs of the flesh become more important to her than this? Than Harry?

"You should be spanked, you bad, bad girl," Draco's voice said silkily inside her head. Oh, crud, now she had an imaginary Draco inside her mind.

She should end it with Draco, and try to work it out with Harry. Harry's a guy too; there are many ways around their problem. Alright, there was one way--seduction--but there are many different ways to do that. And it's not like he wasn't responsive when they first started going out in Hogwarts.

"Harry," she breathed. She stood on a tiptoe and pressed her lips against Harry's, wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer.

Yes, finally... she thought when Harry began to kiss her back. The kiss grew deeper, more intense. Harry shifted their positions so he could press her back against the door. Ginny almost shivered with anticipation.

"Harry, have you seen my--Ginny!" Ron shouted from the landing. He was holding two socks, none of which matched.

Harry was the first to react, extracting himself from Ginny's arms. He grinned sheepishly at Ron, whose face was at the moment as red as his hair. A vein on his forehead looked like it took a life of its own.

"Well Ron, you're Ginny's right here," Harry said with an awkward laugh.

"You--" Ron sputtered at Harry. "My sister... baby sister..."

"Ron, shut up!" Ginny snapped, annoyed at Ron for interrupting. Being the youngest plus the only girl in the family unfortunately equaled needlessly overprotective older brothers. They thought her pure and delicate and were bent on keeping her that way. She almost snorted at the thought. As if.

"And you!" Ron turned to Ginny.

"You can't stop Harry from doing with me what you do with Hermione," Ginny said, crossing her arms.

Ron's red face turned white, his expression one of mute horror. He did an about face and ran back up the stairs without saying another word, still clutching the mismatched socks.

"Wow. Now I'm wondering what he does with Hermione," Harry said, looking pensive.

Ginny tried to smile at Harry seductively. "Maybe we should skip the party. Let's stay here and hang out... in my room."

"You know we can't," Harry said, sighing.

She stepped closer and pressed her body to Harry's. "Well, we can be a little late, right? Please?"

Harry smiled at her like she was an adorable, misbehaving infant and gently pushed her back. Ginny bit her lip to keep from screaming at Harry.

"We're already a little late. As tempting as that may sound, you better get dressed," he said.

She heaved a frustrated sigh, her body a mass of nerves from being denied. Resisting the urge to do something immature yet satisfying, like kicking Harry in parts seemingly useless to Ginny, she trudged to her room to get dressed.

Guess the thing with Draco's still on.