Author's Note: This fic was originally based on the
artwork of really corking for the Three Column Prompt Challenge at the
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were two things you could count on in the Wizarding World after
Voldemort's defeat: Halloween was always a fun time, and Seamus
Finnegan could throw one hell of a party. Put the two together, and
well, Seamus Finnegan threw the best damn Halloween Party imaginable.
was hired out of Hogwarts to work at the Ministry's Misuse of Muggle
Artefact's Office after Mr. Weasley had been promoted. Seamus had
always felt comfortable among Muggles, having been raised one.
Halloween he threw a "Muggle-Style Halloween Party" at the flat he
shared with his wife. The party always consisted of Muggle games,
costumes, and no magic. Guests could not arrive by magical
means, and whoever arrived last was teased and taunted the whole year
through until the following year's party. Prizes went out for silliest
costume, "most Muggle", and scariest costume. The coveted prize was
usually a bottle of Ireland's Finest Whiskey, sent directly from
Seamus's father in County Cork.
Harry could not help but grin
from ear to ear when he received his invitation via Muggle Post, and
his mind reverted to Halloween's past.
His feelings regarding
Halloween were mixed at best. Sitting around recalling the tragic and
untimely deaths of his parents on All Hallow's Eve did him no good, but
it was a spirited red head that finally made him realize that. After
Sirius's premature end, Ginny Weasley had told Harry "You can't change
the past. The best way to honour the dead is to live each day to the
Harry thought that was a brilliant assessment, and a
made a mental decision to do so. After finding his nerve, he decided
the first step toward living each day fully was by asking Ginny Weasley
to the first Hogsmeade weekend of his sixth year at Hogwarts. It was Halloween.
And now five Halloween's later, it was still the best decision Harry
ever made. He and Ginny were dating, and happy. Ginny's prophetic words
stuck with him when he decided to try out for the Kenmare Kestrels
Quidditch Team (and won the position!) In addition, he reciprocated the
encouragement when she tried out and won the Chaser position for the
Coming out of his reverie, Harry knew he had
many things to do: find a costume, top Ron's costume, and Owl Ginny.
They had made a tradition of visiting a Muggle Halloween Costume Shop
together, but always kept their costume selection a secret.
in October, between Quidditch training sessions, Harry met Ginny in
Diagon Alley so the two of them could shop for costumes in Muggle
Ginny linked hands with Harry and smiled up at him. "What are you going to be?" she asked sweetly.
"You know the rules," Harry chided her. "No fair asking, no fair telling."
Ginny squeezed his hand and smiled. "Well, you can't blame a girl for trying."
couple ducked into the Costume Shop, unnoticed by any Muggles on the
busy street. The costume shop was full of noisy children, tearing
around, hollering to parents, and pulling costumes from bags, off
racks, and out of boxes. It reminded Harry of the Weasley twins joke
shop. With a wink, Harry split from Ginny and each began the search for
the perfect Halloween costume.
Muggle costumes were certainly
different from Wizarding ones. No fancy hippogriffs, or phoenixes, and
Muggle versions of dragons and unicorns were hilarious. Harry had
already chosen many of the traditional costumes in previous years:
skeleton, superheroes, and King Tut. One year Ginny had gone as a
french maid, presenting Harry with an entirely different impression of
her. In fact, they snogged the whole time riding the train and passed
Seamus's Underground stop by two stops! Needless to say, they were the
last to arrive, and took quite a lot of teasing that year. Even today,
Ron still enjoyed taking the mickey out of him over that one.
stood in the changing room of the Costume shop, looking at his
reflection in the mirror. He was glad it was not a Magical Mirror;
surely, it would have said something cheeky at this point. He could not
help but wonder what Ginny was wearing. He began daydreaming and did
not hear her voice calling.
"Harry? Are you there?"
"What? Oh, yeah?"
Ginny giggled from the room next to him. "You're going to laugh when you see this."
A smile spread across Harry's face. "Wait until you see mine," he replied. "It's very debonair."
A fit of laughter came from Ginny's room. "Oh Merlin, I can hardly wait. Are you sure you won't show me what it is now?"
we go through this every year, Gin. Surprising each other is half the
fun." Harry began to disrobe from the costume, putting his jeans and
jumper on again. "Remember snogging that year on the Underground?
"Harry!" Ginny hissed, admonishing him. "Shh! There are people everywhere."
"Don't you think they snog on the Underground too?" he joked.
"Hush! If they do, surely they don't announce it to the Costume Shop!"
glanced in the mirror once again, trying, to no avail, to tame his
hair. He shrugged and smiled, and folded the costume back in the
package and quickly ducked out of the changing area to pay for his
purchase. As per tradition, he waited outside for Ginny, with the
costume tucked safely away in a sack. Soon she joined him with her own
guise hidden from view.
"Let's walk back," she stated, looking
up through the maple trees, enjoying the way the sun dappled the
sidewalk with shards of light.
"That would be nice," Harry
said as he draped his arm around Ginny. Time between them was precious
while both of them were preparing for the oncoming Quidditch season,
and it was always nice to be in Muggle London, where no one knew who
Harry, or Ginny, were. They were not celebrities, or The Boy Who Lived,
or his girlfriend; they were just a couple in love.
the children were scattering around the streets, performing tricks for
their treats when Harry arrived home to his London flat from an
exhausting practice on All Hallow's Eve. Nevertheless, he found himself
bursting with a childish excitement wondering how Ginny would be
dressed when he met her at The Leaky Cauldron at 8 o'clock. He also
could not wait to see Ron and Hermione. For the first time that he
could remember, Ron had not informed him how he was dressing up this
year. He seemed very reluctant to even attend the party, something Harry found highly unusual.
could not help but smile as he dressed in his costume. Despite its
chequered past, Halloween was quickly becoming one of his favourite
holidays. His friends had all done that, just by standing by him and
big part of his life. No one had done more-so than Ginny Weasley.
He added the finishing details of his costume and Apparated to the Leaky Cauldron.
squinted through the murky haze of the Wizarding pub, and took a quick
visual sweep of the room. Upon first glance, Harry did not see anyone
who resembled Ginny, costumed or otherwise, but the Leaky Cauldron was
incredibly busy and filled with all varieties of witches and wizards
this night. All of the tables were occupied, but Harry figured he would
wait for Ginny, and looked around for an open seat. One barstool was
open next to a purple-haired hag wearing black robes, red fishnet
stockings, and an odd hat. Harry raised his eyebrows and shrugged off
the strange vibe from the interesting woman. Treading carefully through
the tables and chairs, Harry failed to see the hag's old broom propped
up against the bar top.
His cape caught on one of the twigs
awkwardly jutting out from the broomstick and he pitched forward,
catching himself only moments before landing face first on the floor.
"Oh, I'm sorry, er, Madam. I didn't see your broomstick," Harry
offered, straightening his glasses and righting himself.
"Madam?" questioned the familiar voice as she spun around on the barstool.
"Ginny?" Harry asked, surprised by her appearance.
"The one and only, or at least you better hope so."
properly Harry looked down at her and smiled. She was wearing a Muggle
Witch costume, complete with a curly purple wig, heavy green eye
shadow, and a big green wart on her nose. She wore a black cloak over a
green shirt and a burgundy coloured mini-skirt. He drank in the long
length of her legs, clad in red fishnets and ankle strap heels. Her old
broom completed the look.
"You look-" Harry began the corners of his mouth twitching, as he reached out and laid a gentle hand on Ginny's arm.
"Like a witch? I know," Ginny teased.
"No, well yes actually you do, but you look, you know cute."
Ginny blushed, still having to stand on tiptoe, despite her heels to peck at Harry's lips. "You look cute too, Vlad."
smiled and looked down at the red and black vampire's cloak billowing
around his black trousers and white button down shirt. "Like it?" he
asked, noticing his red bow tie was crooked.
Ginny bit her
lower lip, trying not to smile, and reached out, letting her hands come
to rest on Harry's hips. "Of course. You look positively smashing as a
Vampire, darling." She arched her eyebrows and smirked.
was Harry's turn to blush. "Well, I reckon using Sleek Easy's on my
hair to slick it back would be cheating, so I'm a messy haired Count
Ginny looped both her arms around Harry's waist and
stepped into the frame of his body, hugging him tight. "That doesn't
matter; I'll always like your messy hair."
Harry returned the
embrace, enveloping both of them in the folds of his cape, sealed off
from the rest of the patrons of the pub, drowning out all of the noise,
idle chatter, clunking glasses and smoke around them. "If I'm a
vampire, do I get to nibble on your neck all night?" he asked.
"Ha," Ginny began, smiling in the dim light of the cocoon Harry had created. "You know you've never needed permission for that."
A sly smile appeared on Harry's lips. "Vell, in that case, I vant to su-"
Ginny had silenced his request with a strong kiss on his lips, trying
to avoid the two protruding fangs attached to Harry's own teeth. She
felt him part his lips, beckoning her tongue into the warmth of his
Ginny ran her tongue along his teeth, feeling slightly exhilarated by the two pointed fangs. Maybe she would have to let Harry nibble on her neck after all.
"Hey! What's goin' on under that cloak?"
Old Tom's voice had penetrated their moment of seclusion in the busy pub.
"Nothing, Tom!" Ginny called sweetly, looking up at Harry and sighing with frustration. The cacophony of noise had returned.
"Ready to go?" she asked him, emerging from the cloak like a butterfly from its chrysalis.
"Yep, ready to party Muggle style." Harry admitted with a firm nod, offering Ginny his arm.
Ginny casually hooked elbows with him, and grabbed her old broom with her free hand.
"Goodnight, Tom! Happy Halloween!"
"Oh, go off to your silly party, lovebirds!"
They laughed as Harry led Ginny out of the Leaky Cauldron and onto Charing Cross road toward the Underground Station.
and Ginny smiled, dodging Muggle children on the street, scattering
around, trick or treating at the last houses for the evening before
going home to devour their candy. The children seemed in awe of the
duo, not because of their celebrity status, (these were Muggle children
who didn't know they were amongst Sports Stars, much less the Boy Who
Lived!) but because there were adults trick or treating.
walked hand in hand, with Ginny's broom slung over her shoulder, toward
Seamus's flat in a small sect of Wizarding London. As the brownstone
came into view, a Taxi stopped at the building, letting Luna Lovegood
out. Even from a distance, in the dim light, her costume was obvious.
"Ribbit, Ribbit! Happy Halloween, Harry and Ginny!" she called down the street.
"Oh my," Ginny whispered under her breath to Harry, as she raised her hand in greeting to Luna.
Harry thought the same thing Ginny had; he would not have chosen to wear that costume if he had such buggy, protruding-
"I thought I'd be the last to arrive for sure!"
Luna's frog costume was made of green vinyl, and two bulging eyes sat atop her head over her green painted face.
and Ginny came to a stop in front of Seamus's, and the two girls shared
an embrace. Harry was eager not to be late and to get Luna off the
street. "Er, we'd better get inside."
"Oh, right! I don't want to be last," Luna gasped, edging toward the door.
rolled his eyes and opened the door for the two women. They ascended
the old stairs and saw a large hand painted sign over the door that
read "Party" with an arrow pointing downward.
The only magic
allowed for the entire evening was a silencing charm of sorts,
preventing any of the building's inhabitants from hearing the loud
music thundering from within the flat. Knowing that no one inside the
flat could hear the subtle noise, no one bothered knocking on the door,
but walked right in.
They found the party in full swing, all
three glad they did not appear to be the last to arrive; Hermione and
Ron were not there yet. A dazzling disco ball hung from the centre of
the room, while the purple hue of "black lights" filled the room with
an eerie aura. A Muggle song called "The Monster Mash" that Harry had
become familiar with over the last few years was playing loudly while
dozens of people danced about the room, drinking punch and noshing on
snacks. The room erupted in a cheer when Harry, Ginny, and Luna
entered, and Harry raised his hand in greeting to those around him.
Harry beamed, slapping Seamus on the shoulder as he shuffled over in a Mummy costume.
you old scoundrel, how are you? You're getting langered with me
tonight, aren't you?" Seamus asked, passing right by Ginny in her
convincing Witch costume.
"Hello, Seamus," Ginny said with a teasing superiority, foiling Seamus's plan.
He blushed shamefully. "Oh, Ginny, I didn't see you there. Happy Halloween."
Ginny replied in an all-knowing manner. "I could've guessed that." She
leaned forward and pressed a kiss to Seamus's cheek. "Nice party. Happy
Halloween to you too."
"Where are Ron and Hermione?" Harry asked, looking around the dark, crowded room.
Seamus smirked and raised his eyebrows. "They're not here yet."
could not help but laugh, he secretly hoped it would be Ron and
Hermione who were last to arrive so he could give them paybacks for
teasing he and Ginny a few years ago.
Ginny and Harry made
their way around the room, happily chatting and greeting old friends.
Luna had stake out the punchbowl, like a frog perched on a lily pad,
and began drinking copious amounts of the green beverage.
Patil twins were dressed like Cheerleaders, Lavender Brown-Finnegan was
dressed as a Hula Dancer, Dean Thomas as his favourite football star,
and Neville as a Cowboy. For some unknown reason, Harry could not stop
laughing as he saw shy, quiet, demure Neville dressed as a studly
sheriff. Ginny nudged him sharply in the ribs, as she widened her eyes
pleading with Harry to stop laughing.
Everyone loved Ginny's
costume, and thought she was a shoo-in for "Best Muggle" costume, that
is, until Ron and Hermione walked in.
proudly into the room at least thirty seconds before her husband. Her
busy brown hair was braided in two pigtails, and a rustic straw hat sat
atop her head. She wore a red-chequered flannel shirt, denim overalls,
and a pair of cowboy boots. She beamed from ear to ear, holding the
door open, waiting expectantly for her husband.
Harry had known for days that something was up with Ron; he was not his usual self. He was not eager to attend the party, and Harry could now see why.
room was quieter than the Hogwarts Library was during N.E.W.T
preparation. Ron trudged into the room, hanging his head in defeat. He
wore green shoes that looked like something a House Elf would have worn
at Christmastime, his legs were covered in orange leggings, his body
was a large, round, pumpkin costume with a leaf that looked like a
large green baby bib around his neck. A cheery orange beanie was posed
jauntily on his head, clashing horribly with his red hair.
could not contain his smile as the room erupted with laughter. Hermione
waved hello and strode purposefully toward Harry and Ginny while Ron
"The things we do for love, huh?" Ginny
whispered, letting her breath caress Harry's ear as her brother, and
"Harry, Ginny, you look great! Happy
Halloween," Hermione declared excitedly, leaning in to kiss her
sister-in-law's cheek first, then Harry's.
"Thank you, dear, you do too, and you too, Ron," Ginny finished, stifling her laughter.
"Shut up," Ron mouthed, making an ugly face.
"Isn't he adorable?" Hermione inquired.
"Adorable," Harry replied sarcastically, feeling only an ounce of pity for his best friend.
returned, laughing fit to burst, with three prize ribbons in his hands.
"Sorry you two," he sniggered. "But you arrived last, so- there ya go."
He handed each of them a black ribbon with the word 'Loser' embroidered
in gold thread across the front. Hermione affixed hers proudly to the
buckle on her overalls and then pinned Ron's to his costume as well.
Seamus stressed, looking around the room. "Your sister had this all but
won 'til you walked in. It is unanimous, mate, you win first prize at
the country fair, I mean, best Muggle costume. Congratulations."
mumbled something that sounded suspiciously like 'bastard' and the room
broke out in laughter once again as Seamus pinned the blue ribbon to
the stem on Ron's hat. He did indeed look like the first prize at a
"You've never looked better, Ron," Harry smirked, watching him glow a furious shade of red.
Ron and Hermione's arrival onward, it was a fairly normal Muggle party
(as normal as it could be with fifty witches and wizards at a party,
and Ron Weasley wearing a pumpkin costume.)
There were snacks,
Muggle spirits, games, and Seamus' coveted awards. The rest of the
prizes were doled out and the music returned to its full volume, and
Everyone was eager to ask Harry and Ginny
about their prospects for the Quidditch Season. Ron, who still stood by
his beloved Chudley Cannons, claimed this would surely be their year to
go to the finals.
Harry simply stood in the midst of the group
of people staring over at Ginny; she was so beautiful just the way she
was right now. Brown eyes wide and attentive, her head slightly
inclined, her mouth formed into an easy, genuine smile. Just seeing
here there, dressed up in fishnet stockings, a curly purple wig, and a
tall pointed hat, looking so utterly adorable made him grin like a Jack
O'Lantern. Ginny, just Ginny.
The two of them had spent all
summer training for Quidditch. Harry in Ireland, Ginny in Wales.
Separated not so much by distance, but by time constraints, practice
schedules, time in the infirmary, and opposite days off. As much as
Harry enjoyed the yearly Halloween party, it had been a very long, hard
day, and this was precious time he was wasting. It was no longer enough
to spend time around, or in the midst of, Ginny's presence. Their
quality time was limited. Ginny still lived at the Burrow, and although
Mr and Mrs Weasley supported his and Ginny's relationship, they had
very high expectations for their only daughter and her beau. However,
what Harry and Ginny did at his flat, Molly and Arthur did not really need to know about.
was a precious commodity, and Harry often found himself day dreaming of
Ginny at very inopportune times, like when the Kestrels were running
drills in the rain and Harry had just drifted off on thoughts of Ginny
and had fallen off his broom, breaking his collarbone when he landed on
the hard, muddy ground. He had spent the next twenty-four hours in the
Kestrel's Infirmary, nauseous from the Team's Healer's potion to repair
the bone, and being subsequently yelled at by Coach Chesterfield for
jeopardizing the team so close to a game against Puddlemere.
was consumed with thoughts of Ginny, just as he was now. The
conversation in front of him ceased to exist, he only noticed Ginny's
capricious laughter and her addictive smile. Nothing mattered but
Ginny, the crowd could be talking to him right now, and he would not
"Isn't that right, Harry?"
"Huh?" he said blatantly, coming out of his stupor, his mouth gaping open. "What, yeah, of course."
group erupted in laughter, cluing Harry that he had just agreed to
something preposterous, or far-fetched. He blushed and looked over at
Ginny, smiling with a gentle sympathy. He returned the smile just as
Colin Creevey waved her over.
Harry was left alone, sipping
his spirits, watching Ginny pose for Colin's camera. He smiled
inwardly, thinking how extremely lucky he was that she was his, and
despite their odd schedules and unconventional relationship- they loved
Harry sighed and took the last drink of his punch.
He looked around, hoping to find someone to have an enjoyable
conversation with, but most people were dancing, and dancing was
definitely something Harry refrained from doing. Only Ginny could pout
cutely enough to prompt him to dance of his own free will. He turned
around, looking up at the decorations on the walls and ceilings
deciding he would just enjoy his 'free time' with Ginny, whether they
were alone or not, when a sudden, impulsive thought occurred to him.
cupboard with shuttered doors was situated down the corridor, just
across from the loo. Harry instantly found himself wondering if he
could just sneak him and Ginny into that small space without being
noticed. He turned and looked over each shoulder, ensuring no one was
watching, and slipped down the hallway. He only hoped that Ginny would
quickly get curious and decide to come find him. Soon.
carefully treaded down the corridor toward the closet and casually
pulled the door open to peek inside. The closet was full of towels and
other linens, but left plenty of room for two people to stand inside of
it. He peered down the hall once more, and stepped inside the cupboard.
could see through the slats in shutters and see the murky shadows and
swirling lights from the discotheque-like living room reflected on the
floor in the corridor. Now if Ginny would only appear, everything would
Ginny looked around the crowded room wondering where
her boyfriend had disappeared to. It was unlike Harry to just wander
off, or fully immerse himself into the party. She did not know whether
to be concerned or not. Was he miffed that she had spent so much time
chatting with Colin? Was he stuck in some awkward conversation? Had
Harry consumed too much punch? Was he ill? Feeling her heart beat a
little faster, Ginny took off in search of him.
room was swarmed with bodies, writhing and shaking to the beat of the
music Seamus was playing, and it was difficult to differentiate one
person from the next. Ginny edged her way around the room and tried to
find a Vampire in the crowd, but she had no luck.
into the kitchen where snackers lingered at the table, noshing on
crackers and cheeses, punch, pumpkin seeds, popcorn balls, and caramel
apples. Harry was not there. Determining that it had to one of two
extreme possibilities: Harry was drunk and sick in the loo, or he had
indeed left, Ginny left the kitchen and hurried down the corridor
toward the bathroom.
The hallway was dark, save for the odd
flickering of light from the dance floor, making her footing seem
unsure. She reached out toward the wall, trying to steady herself when
she felt someone grab her wrist and pull her firmly toward a small
cupboard across from the loo. She squealed, but knew no one could hear
her over the loud thumping pulse of the dance music.
Ginny was about to seriously panic, the door of the cupboard shut and
two strong, familiar hands wrapped around her waist drawing her close
to another body. She instantly recognized Harry's breath panting
rapidly against her skin, the scent of his cologne lingering in the
tight space, and the knee jerk reaction of her body to his.
"What are you-"
silenced Ginny's interrogation with a kiss pressed decisively against
her lips as his fingers dug into her hips pulling her body tightly
against his own. She smiled against his lips, but worked her hands in
between them and pushed firmly on the centre of Harry's chest.
"Who in the hell do you think you are, you stupid prat? You scared the life out of me. What are you doing
in here?" Ginny demanded, folding her arms across her chest and
shifting her weight on one foot. Harry grinned, seeing the domineering
traits that her mother so lovingly contributed to her persona.
couldn't bear the thought of both of us being here, but not being able
to spend any quality time together, and so I thought I'd try and steal
us some alone time."
"Harry James Potter," Ginny said
staunchly, slapping Harry's arm. "You had better not tell me that
snogging in Seamus and Lavender Finnegan's linen closet is spending quality time together." She stood with her hands on her hips, another pose reminiscent of Molly Weasley.
"Ow!" he said, feeling the stinging slap. "I think, I hope you know me better than that. I just wanted to spend time with you."
just checking," Ginny answered, pleased that she not only landed
herself a gentleman, but someone with a sense of adventure, too.
looked around, taking in her surroundings. "Well, I guess it's no
different than that broom cupboard we used that time at Hogwarts."
Harry laughed. "I'd forgotten about that."
you forgot?" Ginny teased accusatorily. "Am I that easy to forget,
Potter?" Ginny poked the centre of his chest as she said his name.
Harry grinned, baring his vampire fangs. "On the contrary, my dear. You are unforgettable, and I'm about to show you just how much I've been thinking about you."
waggled his eyebrows roguishly and leaned in slowly as Ginny continued
to watch him warily, but did not push him away. She narrowed her eyes
at him and tilted her head to the side, exposing the soft, tender, pale
skin to Harry's bared teeth.
Ginny clenched her hands at her
side as Harry gently swept her own red hair and the curly, purple wig
out of his way. She closed her eyes and let a soft hissing sound to
escape her lips upon feeling Harry's teeth graze across her taut skin.
Her hands unclenched, grabbing the fabric of Harry's shirt; her fingers
longed to be in contact with some part of him. Her painted fingernails
scraped his sides, causing his muscles to jump and shy away from her
"Hey," Harry whispered against her neck. "If you keep that up, I'll laugh, we'll be found, and we'll have to stop."
"No," Ginny answered strongly, slipping her arms around Harry's back. "Don't stop."
caught his lips in a forceful kiss, reaching over Harry's back to link
her hands over his shoulders, and hook one leg around his.
quickly snatched her up, cupping his hands beneath her bum, and hoisted
her up in his arms, letting Ginny wrap her legs around his waist. He
pushed her back up against the wall for support, and felt Ginny's
tongue crest over the edge of his lips, into his own mouth.
world went blurry with the swell of emotions. Ginny arched her body
toward his, her chest pressed firmly to his own, and her lips were so
soft, and warm. A low, soft moan was trapped in the back of Harry's
throat, and his hands longed to feel Ginny's skin.
trailed down her thigh, feeling the intersecting threads on her red
fishnet stockings, and the soft flesh peeking through underneath. Ginny
broke the kiss to gasp aloud, letting her fingers snake their way up
into Harry's unruly locks.
Harry's lips trailed over her chin
and down her neck, loving the feeling of her hands wound into his hair,
curled around her fingers, pulling ever so tenderly. Her soft panting
in Harry's ear only tempted him further, wordlessly encouraging him,
pleading that he should not stop. He hoped that the sharpness of his
teeth did not hurt Ginny's neck, but judging by the hisses and soft
moans she emitted, and the strength of her legs, squeezing around him;
made powerful and muscular by dozens and hundreds of Quidditch training
sessions, it didn't hurt at all. Just the opposite, Ginny seemed to be
very fired up.
Harry decided to soothe his sharp love bites
with soft caresses of his tongue on Ginny's skin. After each nip, his
tongue darted from his mouth and kissed each welt he was sure he had
left upon her skin.
"Lips," Ginny panted, placing her hands on
each side of Harry's face, directing his attention back toward her own
mouth. "Lips, I want your lips," she finished, reaching up to loosen
the bow tie around Harry's neck.
Harry gently set Ginny's feet
back upon the floor of the cupboard and let his hands cradle her face.
He kissed her top lip slowly, and affectionately, rubbing the pads of
his thumbs across Ginny's cheeks as he did so. She returned every
sentiment of the kiss tasting his lips and tongue hungrily.
hands dropped from her face and traced a path down the centre of her
chest with his index finger to the hem of the offending garment,
keeping him from feeling the silken touch of her skin. Ginny broke the
kiss with a shocked and guarded look upon her face. "So that's what you
Harry instantly knew he was blushing as he looked down
to find his fingers wrapped around the hem of her vivid green camisole.
He cleared his throat nervously and pushed his glasses up further on
his nose. Well," he whined helplessly, letting his hands fall to his
Ginny beamed and reached out, grabbing the waistband of his trousers. "Take me home," she whispered seductively.
"Really?" Harry asked eagerly, feeling his blood begin to flow a little faster.
"Of course; tomorrow is our only day off, Mr Potter. I intend to make the most of it."
snuck back out of the cupboard after one last kiss, and rejoined the
party as inconspicuously as possible. Ginny was sure that Hermione gave
them a dubious glance. Harry led Ginny by the hand through the maze of
people dancing to find Seamus and make their excuses.
"You two aren't leaving already, are you?" Seamus asked, surprised to see the duo before him.
was a lovely party, as always, Seamus, but both of us had a long
training session today and we're knackered," Ginny offered contritely.
After all, it was not a lie.
"Ah," Seamus replied, raising his eyebrows, cottoning on. "Yeah, you wouldn't want to wear yourselves out."
Harry blushed, but Ginny just glared. "I'll just find my broom and go say goodnight to my brother and sister-in-law."
Ginny disappeared over to find Ron and Hermione, which was not difficult. Ron was the biggest, brightest thing in the room.
Harry extended a hand to Seamus and shrugged. "Great party, mate, but Ginny's right, it was a long day."
"Well then you'd both better catch your silly Snitches next weekend. I've got galleons riding on both your games, Potter."
Harry laughed. "We will. Same time, same place next year?"
damn right!" Seamus answered enthusiastically. "Expect an invite, and
do me a favour? Why don't you and Ginny move in, or get married, so I
can save on Owls, huh?"
Harry just laughed. Truth be told, he had been thinking of doing exactly that. "G'night, Finnegan."
beamed and walked away just as Ginny returned and grabbed Harry's
elbow. She stood on tiptoe and whispered something into Harry's ear
that made him blush and smile. "Silly me, I thought you had a long day,
and that you were tired," he replied.
tired," Ginny confessed, kissing his nose. "I've already said good
night to Ron and Hermione, just wave so we can get out of here."
looked across the room at his two best friends. Poor Ron looked
miserable, and Hermione was smiling and waving happily. He smiled at
both of them and mouthed the words 'good night.'
"Let's go," Ginny declared, putting her broom over her shoulder and leading him toward the door.
much as Harry enjoyed the party, it did feel good to be out in the
fresh air again. They walked hand and hand toward the nearest
underground station at Charing Cross Road, and disappeared underground
with the other Muggles.
Harry looked down at his watch,
noticing they still had several minutes before the next train was due,
and indicated to a row of empty chairs nearest to the track. They both
sat down and Ginny let her old broomstick come to rest against her leg
as she leaned against Harry's chest and yawned. "Twas a long night,
wasn't it?" she slurred.
Harry smiled and pressed a kiss to
her forehead, knowing by the time they arrived to his flat Ginny would
be asleep, and there would be no further hanky-panky tonight. It did
not matter; he loved her, and if spending the night sleeping, with his
arm wound around his girlfriend, was the best he would get tonight-
then it was more than enough. "Yes, my love, it was."