Ficlet--Deception
Title: Deception
Rating: R for suggestive situations
Summary: Harry has a knack for subterfuge.
A/N: This has been eating at me for DAYS and I finally had time to get it written.
Deception
Harry smacked his lips together, desperately needing a drink of water. The woman lying naked beside him was asleep and he kissed the top of her head before sliding out of the blankets and pulling on his jeans, not bothering to fasten the zipper or button. Padding barefoot across the cold, wood floor, he made his way to the kitchen and drank a large glass of water from the tap. Taking in a deep breath, he looked at the clock on the wall. He smiled slightly; they had about an hour before real life intruded on him and the naked woman. The risk with this rendezvous was well worth it.
He was just about to head back to his bedroom and have another go with her when a sharp rapping at the door brought him out of his thoughts. He swallowed hard and swore at his stupidity at leaving his wand in the bedroom, clearing the distance to the door in four steps.
He peered through the peep-hole and swore. Red hair and brown eyes. Damn. He thought he had more time.
"Harry!" the girl screamed as she enveloped him with her arms. "I thought you were on assignment!"
With a glance at the boy standing behind her, he extricated himself from the girl.
"It…well, I finished early. What do you want?" He ran a nervous hand through his hair.
"No one told you?" asked the redhead. "She's missing, Harry. She got on the train, but never got off it. I thought you'd...Hey, why're you half dressed? Zip up your jeans, mate, Hermione doesn't need to see that!" Ron pointed a wavering hand at Harry's unfastened jeans.
Feeling heat rise in his cheeks, Harry fumbled with the fly and closed himself up.
"What's going on, Harry?" Hermione asked, barging inside the flat. "Is that a bra?"
Harry swore under his breath.
"Damn it, Harry! What have you done?" Ron lunged and drew his wand, pointing it at Harry's neck.
"Ron…it's not what you think!" Harry pleaded with his hands raised in the air.
"It's not? Then tell me what the hell it is? I find you here, half-dressed with ladies underwear on the floor…and my sister…is…missing." Suddenly, all bravado left Ron's face and he closed his eyes.
"I'm not missing, brother dear."
Harry turned around and smiled. Ginny stood in the door of his bedroom wearing the sheet wrapped around her.
"Bloody hell!" Ron slapped a hand over his eyes and turned away.
"Sorry to worry you, Hermione, Ron but…well…we just couldn't wait," Ginny explained softly as she walked up to Harry, who put an arm around her.
Hermione stood silent, staring at them with her mouth open.
"Uh, he hid on the train."
"With my cloak," Harry continued, beaming. "I Disapparated us here."
"And, we…well, you know," Ginny finished, blushing attractively and causing Harry's groin to stir.
"Yeah, yeah, yeah! I get the picture! Can you please get dressed and go home? Mum's just a tad worried about you," Ron informed the door.
"Shite! Didn't think about her," Ginny said, spinning around and running back to the room.
"I reckon not," Ron answered as he turned back to face Harry, "seeing as how you were-"
"Ron!" spat Hermione. "I think we all know what went on. Let's go." She grabbed Ron's arm and pulled him toward the door.
"Ten minutes, Potter! You better be at The Burrow in ten minutes or I'll bring my brothers and father here to tear you limb from limb. Ten minutes!"
A loud, raucous laugh came from the bedroom.
"Only takes about seven, Harry. We've got plenty of time!"