A/N Just a quick note, this chapter takes place prior to the
sleepover to give you guys a little insight into exactly how Ginny got
those boxers… enjoy!
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Unbeknownst
to the male population of Gryffindor house the girls agreed that there
would be a long awaited slumber party tomorrow night. Currently, swarms
of Gryffindor girls had settled within the seventh year girls'
dormitory, and were whispering excitedly to each other.
"Listen
up," Parvati's voice, firm and assertive, broke through the ranks,
stopping the whispers immediately. Ginny stopped talking and turned to
look at Hermione, who, it seemed, was thoroughly engrossed within a
book. She was apparently very determined to continue with her work
through the meeting. However, with almost half of the house in her
dormitory, it wasn't really going to be successful.
Ginny smirked when Hermione sighed, placed the book aside and moved to sit next to her. Ginny looked at her meaningfully.
Catching her gaze, Hermione sighed and shrugged.
"If you can't beat them, join them."
She laughed outright before snapping her attention back to Parvati.
"Right
girls," Parvati began, an edge of anticipation tingeing her voice, "as
you all know, tomorrow night is the first sleepover of the term." She
stopped in a pause for effect. Ginny saw through the corner of her eyes
Hermione's smirk at the gravity Parvati placed in her words.
"She
takes this seriously, but anything else? You'd think this was a high
profile event been planned for months," Hermione whispered through her
teeth. Ginny snorted but stopped immediately as Parvati sent them both
a death glare.
"Tonight we will be choosing those who will
need to complete tasks prior to this event in order to create a night
that will be truly memorable. So without further ado, Lavender, if you
please?" At her words Lavender rushed forward, her short cropped blonde
hair falling over her face. Standing up straight, she presented a large
box.
"Choose, if you will, one single name, and this will be the one person with a little extra work to do today."
Lavender slowly placed her hand in the box and pulled out a small piece of folded parchment.
The
tension within the room was undeniably high as each girl drew her
breath. Ginny leaned out to grab Hermione's arm. In return, Hermione
squealed softly and shot a look at Ginny that clearly told her that she
was being ridiculous.
"Ginny Weasley." As Lavender read out the name, every head turned to look at Ginny.
Ginny's heart flip-flopped and her face turned a beetroot red.
"Hermione!"
she whispered in shock, looking towards her friend. Ginny was taken
aback to see that Hermione was no longer scoffing but smiling faintly.
Ginny frowned before turning her head towards Parvati.
No, no, no! Ginny's palms began to sweat as she looked at the grin that had covered Parvati's face. She cursed.
"You,
Ginevra," she said, smiling, "have been chosen." Parvati stopped her
words dramatically and beside her, Ginny heard Hermione choke and break
into muffled giggles.
Idiot, she thought before
glancing at Hermione and giving her the scariest glare she could
muster. Hermione bit her lip at the look but said nothing.
"Well, Ginny, first things first. Name your crush."
Ginny had the courage to look affronted before speaking loudly and in as clear a voice as she could.
"I
don't have a crush at the moment." However, the words spilled out of
her mouth in a jumble of words, causing her to once again blush
furiously and close her eyes at her stupidity. Now they would all know
she had been lying.
Lavender moved forward before giving her a withering look and folding her arms across her chest and sighed.
"You have to tell us."
"All
right, all right!" Ginny was getting rather irritated with this whole
affair and bringing a hand roughly through her hair, she said the name
defiantly, making sure that she did not under any circumstances look at
Hermione.
"Harry Potter." There was a collective gasp around
the room and numerous hordes of girls sitting on the floor sighed and
stared, giggling.
Ginny clenched her fists and frowned,
determined not to respond to the knowing smile that Hermione was giving
her. Parvati did not look surprised but shot a quick smile towards
Lavender.
"Ok then, Ginny. Your task is to go to the seventh
year boys' dormitory and find in his trunk the most embarrassing piece
of underwear he owns.
At her words, Ginny's eyes widened in horror and a number of girls around her laughed.
"When?" she said loudly, determined not to let the wave of embarrassment overcome her.
Parvati looked at her watch.
"It's only ten o'clock, so you'll have to wait a couple of hours until they go to bed."
Ginny nodded slowly and crossed her arms defiantly.
Parvati smiled lightly. "Ok, everyone we can see how little Ginny fares tomorrow night."
Ginny glared at Parvati.
With slight groans, the girls disappeared one by one. Ginny stood and left the room before Hermione could question her.
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It was nearly three o'clock in the morning when
Ginny crept out of her room and down the staircase. She was tiptoeing
and trying very hard not to think about the fact that she would, in a
few minutes, be holding Harry's underwear. As she reached the door to
their room, she froze. Her heart was beating hard against her chest and
her breath was ragged. Slowly, after taking a deep breath, she reached
forward and grasped the door handle. Her fingers clenched the knob and
twisted it slowly. Luckily, it made no noise and she entered the room
without alerting any of the boys.
Wiping her brow, she took out her wand.
"Lumos."
The whispered spell lightened the tip of her wand and she shut her eyes
at the sudden bright light. She stuffed the tip under her jumper,
causing it to glow with a dim light. Ginny looked about the room for
signs that the light had awoken anyone.
As she looked
around she realized with a lurch in her stomach that all five boys
slept with their curtains shut and there really was no way in telling
who slept where.
Ginny shut her eyes, whispering a few choice
words that Mrs. Weasley surely would not have approved of. She tiptoed
to the first bed on her right.
She peered through the gap
and had to resist the huge urge to burst out laughing. There, looking
very peaceful, was Neville Longbottom sleeping in baby blue pyjamas and
clutching to his chest was a small brown teddy bear. She sighed and
almost "Awwwed" at the cuteness of the situation. Chuckling slightly,
she turned and moved to the next bed; however, she felt no need to look
through these curtains. From just outside she could hear the faint
sound of a snore that undoubtedly came from her brother Ron.
She
moved as quietly as possible towards the next bed. But she never made
it. She had suddenly flown forward and landed on the floor in a heap.
"Damn
boys," she whispered menacingly, "such messy buggers." Picking herself
up and kicking the heap of clothes that had so cause her to trip so
ungracefully. Finally, she moved forward to the third bed.
Peeking
in through the curtains, her eyes widened and she froze. There on the
bed was Harry Potter. Without the covers. They were tossed messily to
the side. He lay clad in a pair of black boxer shorts.
Only a pair of black boxer shorts!
Her
eyes flickered to gaze at his chest. She was transfixed. She knew that
he, with Ron, had been training for the fight with Voldemort for
months- ever since that day in the ministry in her fourth year, but she
had no idea that this was the result.
"Oh Merlin…" She whispered hoarsely.
She stood there for several minutes staring at Harry before a particularly loud snore from Ron brought her to her senses. What if he woke up? Woke up to see me standing over him, staring at his body with a disgustingly goofy grin of my face.
Shuddering
at the thought, she peered one last time at him before shutting the
curtains and moving stealthily towards his trunk; bending down to her
knees and clipping open the bonds, she shone her wand directly into the
trunk.
Her nose wrinkled at the contents and it took
her nearly all of ten minutes to find it, but as her eyes rested onto
them, her face broke out into a terribly wicked grin.
Now
that she had what she had come for, she turned to leave but had to
fight a large urge to go and take another look at Harry through the
curtains.
Restraining herself to her best ability, she turned and all but ran from the room.
Once outside, she sighed and let out a quiet giggle.
She closed her eyes and immediately thought of Harry. In bed. In those boxer shorts.
Oh, that body! Opening her eyes, she smiled to herself.
No Ginny, bad thoughts!
She turned her thoughts instead to the garment in her hands.
The
corridor was faintly lit and she could now see the purpose of her
mission more clearly. Her eyes wandered to the pink colour of the
boxers. Maybe tomorrow night wouldn't be so bad, after all.
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AN-
what do you think? I think there will probably be two or three more
chapters, definitely one with that lovely kiss from Hermione's point of
view…
