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So, I realize it's terribly late, and I hope she'll forgive me, considering the content of this one. I had an awful time trying to get their chemistry right.
What I mean is, I wrote a birthday ficlet for magicofisis. It is, even though I swore I would never write, Harry/Ginny. Please enjoy.
Title: Funny things come in Fours
Author: Me
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG
Words: 345
Summary: Ginny has grown up and matured a lot. No, really.
A/N: JK Rowling owns these characters. Though I suppose she's much more likely to approve of this story than of my usual.
Ginny Weasley had long since let go of her girlish crush on Harry Potter. She no longer went red in the face when he entered the room, or dropped things, or stuttered. She no longer wrote his name in her notebooks, encircled it with hearts and adding her own.
Ginny never did any of these things anymore, because she didn’t have to. She didn’t dote on pictures of Harry or renderings of his name because she had the real thing. She decided, one night, it was time to turn the tables. She sat in the common room with him, done with her studying and distracting him from his; this time he was the one turning red in the face. Red-faced: one down, she thought, grinning.
He sat in a chair trying very hard to read a book about charms. She sat on the floor in front of him playing at his feet. She slipped one of his trainers off, and the sock underneath. Her hands gently rubbed back and forth at the soles of his feet. Strong enough to feel like a massage, but light enough feel a lot like tickling. Harry’s foot twitched. He shoved a bookmark in the book and put it to the side to talk to her, but accidentally dropped it off the side of the chair. Dropping things: Two down.
Ginny seized the opportunity and took his other trainer and sock off. She rubbed in the same manner on both of Harry’s feet and he squirmed in the chair. “G-G-Ginny…”
And the stutter. Number three.
When she heard the stutter, she was satisfied. She stood up in front of the chair and drew Harry to her, kissing him deeply and fully, with a tight embrace. Then she bent down to pick up Harry’s book for him, and laughed loudly. It had fallen open to the page with the bookmark, and in the margins she saw two names, encircled with a heart.
“I guess the fourth time is the charm, then,” she said cryptically, as she grabbed Harry for another kiss.
What I mean is, I wrote a birthday ficlet for magicofisis. It is, even though I swore I would never write, Harry/Ginny. Please enjoy.
Title: Funny things come in Fours
Author: Me
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG
Words: 345
Summary: Ginny has grown up and matured a lot. No, really.
A/N: JK Rowling owns these characters. Though I suppose she's much more likely to approve of this story than of my usual.
Ginny Weasley had long since let go of her girlish crush on Harry Potter. She no longer went red in the face when he entered the room, or dropped things, or stuttered. She no longer wrote his name in her notebooks, encircled it with hearts and adding her own.
Ginny never did any of these things anymore, because she didn’t have to. She didn’t dote on pictures of Harry or renderings of his name because she had the real thing. She decided, one night, it was time to turn the tables. She sat in the common room with him, done with her studying and distracting him from his; this time he was the one turning red in the face. Red-faced: one down, she thought, grinning.
He sat in a chair trying very hard to read a book about charms. She sat on the floor in front of him playing at his feet. She slipped one of his trainers off, and the sock underneath. Her hands gently rubbed back and forth at the soles of his feet. Strong enough to feel like a massage, but light enough feel a lot like tickling. Harry’s foot twitched. He shoved a bookmark in the book and put it to the side to talk to her, but accidentally dropped it off the side of the chair. Dropping things: Two down.
Ginny seized the opportunity and took his other trainer and sock off. She rubbed in the same manner on both of Harry’s feet and he squirmed in the chair. “G-G-Ginny…”
And the stutter. Number three.
When she heard the stutter, she was satisfied. She stood up in front of the chair and drew Harry to her, kissing him deeply and fully, with a tight embrace. Then she bent down to pick up Harry’s book for him, and laughed loudly. It had fallen open to the page with the bookmark, and in the margins she saw two names, encircled with a heart.
“I guess the fourth time is the charm, then,” she said cryptically, as she grabbed Harry for another kiss.