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Category: Alternate Universe Characters:Harry/Ginny, Other Genres: Comedy, Fluff, Humor, Romance Warnings: Extreme Language, Intimate Sexual Situations Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 4 Summary: Ginny never thought she’d be pretending to date someone so his ex would leave them alone. And she especially never thought that would apply to the man she’d fancied since the day she met him. Muggle AU Hitcount: Story Total: 2295 Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work. Author's Notes: Who doesn’t love a bit of fake dating?! I figured it was time for me to give a go at the classic trope!The title of this fic is based from a line in the song Rome by Dermot Kennedy. As always I must thank the incredible TheDistantDusk for all her help :) |
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Ginny held in her laughter as she watched her co-worker hyperfocus on the dartboard. He was so intently focused his tongue had poked out of his mouth. His left eye was closed as he lined his shot up over and over, his wrist bouncing back and forth in the air like a conductor if the dart was his baton. "You gonna throw it, Potter? Or just keep waving it around?" Ginny asked as she cocked a hip onto the edge of the bar table. Potter paused his movements, slowly turning his head to the right in order to glare at her. "I'm lining up my shot." She snorted. "It shouldn't take two minutes to line up one shot." Potter rolled his eyes. "Some of us have a disadvantage when it comes to all things seeing." He pushed his glasses back up his nose in emphasis before turning back to the board. Ginny held back her laughter. She refused to give the insufferable prat any praise. Insufferable yet very fit prat. Ginny cursed her thoughts. She had to knock these feelings out of her fucking mind. Harry Potter was just an annoying, competitive, overconfident co-worker. It didn't matter that he seemed to have the body of a Greek god and that his eyes turned her insides to mush every time he looked at her... Nope, none of that mattered. At least she tried to convince herself of that. She hated the fact that these bothersome thoughts had consumed her since the first day she’d seen him. Literally, since the day he’d first joined their crime investigation squad. Ginny had figured it was just attraction back then, just a chemical response to a pretty sight, but then the more they’d worked together the greater her attraction became. His voice sent shivers down her spine, that quirky laugh made butterflies flutter in her gut, and of course, there was when his hand brushed hers. That had caused an...incident involving Ginny’s elbow and a tube of paste, which hadn’t gotten out of her lab coat even after three washes. Then as more about him came to light, Ginny had continued to fall into the coalition that was the Harry Potter fan club. He was an Arsenal fan (like her). Every week he called his mother so she wouldn’t worry, which was tooth-rotting sweet. And of course, there had been the time he'd lead the touring kids around the precinct. God, he'd been so perfect with all those 4th years. A loud thud pulled Ginny from her reverie. She looked over at the dartboard where the red feather stuck out of the bullseye. Potter was grinning in that cocky way that drove Ginny batty (in a bad and good way). "And you were saying?" He moved over to their table, taking a deep drink from his pint. Ginny rolled her eyes, grabbing a dart off the table on her stepping up to the line. She twisted the metal rod smoothly between her fingers, cautious of the point. “I was just saying that I was starting to think the Sagrada Familia was going to be completed before you made your move.” He snorted. “Fine, show me how a pro does it then, won’t you?” She turned towards the board, straightening her spine. Her fingers stilled as she raised the dart to eye level. The dart rocked back and forth as she locked her eyes on her target. When the bell above the bar entrance rang loudly, Ginny ignored it, focusing on her prey. With a satisfying thump, her throw landed right beside Harry’s bullseye. She turned to her companion to gloat, but he wasn’t there. Ginny looked around the floor of the bar. Their co-workers were still gathered around their chosen table in the center of the room, the barkeep was working the counter where a few lonely individuals drank, but Harry was nowhere to be seen. Must be in the loo, Ginny thought with a little shrug. She went back to their table, taking a deep gulp from her glass. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted him. Harry was standing stock straight in the corner of the room. His green eyes wide as he stared at the bar. She turned to him, interrogation at the tip of her tongue, but he shook his head. He nodded toward the side exit that led to the courtyard. Ginny had no idea what was happening but she followed him. The cool summer night air chilled her skin after being in the stuffy bar for so long. Ginny wrapped her arms around her body, rubbing her bare forearms. Potter led them to the corner of the yard before turning to look at her. “Oh shit.” He muttered. The next thing Ginny knew she was wrapped in his light sweatshirt. His hands coming to her shoulders to smooth out any wrinkles. “I didn’t think about the chill, sorry.” “It’s fine.” Ginny tried to ignore the tornado of butterflies currently swarming around her stomach. “But what the fuck was that, Potter?” Harry’s hand jumped to the back of his neck as he cleared his throat. “My ex… she kinda just walked in.” “Ooookay,” Ginny dragged the word out. “That’s shitty, but why did you try to melt into the wall?” “Well – I mean – I guess you could say she still has a thing for me.” “Ah.” He grimaced. “She won’t stop texting me… or calling to be honest.” “How long ago did you split?” “Six months.” Ginny’s jaw dropped. “And she’s still trying to get back with you? Fuck, you must be good.” The words slipped out her mouth before she even realized. But the second her mind caught up to her mouth, Ginny could feel the burn of a thousand suns on her cheeks. “I mean – I just – That was inappropriate.” Harry just laughed. “I like to think so.” Then he sobered. “More like she’s got some controlling tendencies and I just…” He shrugged. “I don’t do well with controlling.” “Same.” Ginny nodded understandingly. “My last boyfriend was like that. Always asking where I was going and who it was with. He said he just wanted me to be safe but it was obvious that wasn’t it.” She tapped her chin. “Do you think this bird is stalking you?” “Maybe on Facebook or something.” Harry shrugged. “I’ve seen her appear at the same place I’ve been one too many times for it be a coincidence, you know.” “For sure. So what are we gonna do about it?” Harry stared at her, blinking rapidly. “What do you mean?” “I mean...” Ginny held her arms out wide. “What are we gonna do to rid you of this crazy bitch?” “I – I mean,” Harry stuttered over his words. “I don’t really have a plan.” “Hmm.” Ginny cocked her hip against the table they were standing next to. She started playing with her options. There was the classic spilled drink play, or they could ask one of their co-workers to flirt with her… distract her from the idea of Harry. “What if we were together?” Ginny’s eyes jumped to Harry’s at his suggestion. He grinning sheepishly at her. “I –” Ginny swallowed the lump that had formed in her throat that paired perfectly with fireworks blasting in her gut. “What?” Harry ran a hand through his hair, making it messier than normal. “Sorry, it’s dumb. Forget –” Ginny shook her head. “No, I meant what do you mean by together?” She could see his chest rise as he took a deep breath. Even in the faint light filtered out by the pub behind her, Ginny could see the darkening of his cheeks. “I was just thinking that – maybe – if she saw you and me together, she might get the picture and back off.” “Together as in,” Ginny cleared her throat. “Together together?” Harry’s hand made another pass through his hair. “Yeah, but it’s dumb.” Ginny shook her head, considering it. “Actually, that doesn’t sound too bad. If I can out crazy her crazy, then she might back off” “Out crazy her crazy?” “You know.” Ginny checked off a list with her fingers. “Act all possessive, make bitch faces at her if she looks your way, pointed PDA. Stuff like that. Girls back off when they see that kind of thing.” Ginny tapped her chin. “Or they start a fight. But I’m always down to knock someone into their place.” Harry stared at her, his mouth slightly agape. His eyes were the size of saucers. “Really?” “Oh fuck yeah.” Ginny nodded empathically. “I grew up with six brothers and knowing how to throw a good punch was a survival requirement.” “No, I mean, you’d be willing to do all that? For me, I mean. You’ve called me a knobhead one too many times for me to think you want to help me.” Ginny held back her actualization that her name-calling had been a form of piss poor flirting. Instead, she put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m a sucker for a good charity case.” Harry snorted. “Is that what this will be? You’ll be snogging me out of charity.” “We all gotta do our part.” They stared at each other, their eyes locked in this intense gaze that was sending Ginny’s pulse into overdrive. Then, they both started laughing. Though his chuckles, Harry said, “Good to know where I stand with you.” He moved in close, making Ginny’s heartbeat so hard against her chest she thought it would come straight through her shirt. His hand tentatively to cup her cheek. “Thank you, Ginny.” She swallowed hard, ignoring the shivers that were running down her spine. “You’re welcome, Harry.” For a moment, Ginny thought he was going to kiss her. The way he was looking at her… God! But instead, he pulled away, a soft smile curling his lips. “Well then, ready to get this act on the road, dear?” Ginny let out a shaky breath, trying to force her racing heart to calm down. She cleared her throat. “Lead the way, darling.” XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXX She could feel the eyes on them. Ginny knew all their co-workers were staring at them. To be fair, she would have stared at them too. Their co-workers were used to seeing the two of them bicker and goad each other, but to see them tucked up close and personal in the booth… that was unprecedented and unexpected. It was weird even for her as she did it! Taking his hand, running her fingers along his arm, and then there the intimate whispers. Every time her lips moved close as if to murmur something in his ear, Ginny was captivated by his scent. God, how could he smell so good after a full day of work and spending time in a dingy pub? But no matter how bizarre she felt, Ginny knew the plan was working from the moment Harry’s ex slowly walked by them for the second time. The woman had mastered a drive-by glare by her third walk around. And by that point, Ginny had mastered a flirty little laugh that only made the women send more daggers their way. “Do you think it’s working?” Harry asked, as his ex did her fifth pass to the old jukebox in their corner of the room. His fingers toyed with hers. Ginny could feel calluses with every pass of his index finger. She ignored the way electricity spread across her body from the spot he touched, instead of keeping her attention on his ex. “Oh for sure. She’s given the bitch I’m gonna cut you look at least three times now.” Harry blinked at her, his hand tightening on hers. “Seriously?” Ginny laughed. “One hundred percent. The moment you leave me alone, she’ll come over to try and stake her claim.” The way his brow furrowed in confusion was adorable. “You really think so?” She gave half-shrug. “Why not test it?” She did a quick check to make sure his ex was watching before she nuzzled her nose to his ear. “Ask me if I want another drink. When you head up to the bar, she’ll strike.” Harry swallowed so hard Ginny could see his Adam’s apple bob. “Are – are you sure?” “Trust me.” She backed away, grabbing her practically empty mug and draining it in one go. “Would you like another drink, luv?” Harry asked, his voice a little strained. “Oh, yes please.” Ginny made her voice drop an octave but made sure her words could still be heard from the jukebox. “We’ll be working it off later.” She ran her fingers deliberately along his arm. Harry’s gaze glazed a little as he blinked rapidly. He cleared his throat. “One more coming up.” He slid across the cushion, stopping at the edge. Ginny watched him go, her eyes never straying from his perfect arse. Someone cleared their throat next to her making Ginny jump. She looked up at Harry’s ex. “Hello.” The greeting was anything but welcoming. “I’m Susan.” “Hi.” Ginny smiled widely at her new companion. “Can I help you?” The woman slid into the seat across from Ginny. “Yeah, you can.” Ginny waited for Susan to elaborate, but the silence lay heavy between them. She let out an over exaggerated gasp. Her tone oozed with sarcasm as she said, “Oh, did you want me to ask how?” Susan’s scowl became harsher. She leaned forward, her elbows resting on the table. “Back off from my man.” “Your man?” Ginny tilted her head in false confusion. “You’ll have to elaborate on who your man is, because I’m only focusing on my man.” She looked over Susan’s shoulder, smiling wide. “Speaking of.” Harry walked cautiously over to them, two pints clutched in his hands. He placed the beers down on the table as he slid beside Ginny. “Here you go.” “Thank you, darling.” Ginny pressed a kiss to his cheek. “You know exactly what I like.” Ginny could almost hear the feral growl coming from Susan’s chest. The woman’s eyes narrowed on the two of them. “How long has this been going on?” “Er – ” Harry looked awkward as Susan stared them down. Ginny took his call for help. She laced their fingers together resting them on the worn tabletop. “Six wonderful months, right love?” Harry’s looked over at her, his expression shifting from panic to… to something Ginny couldn’t quite place. He took a deep breath before nodding. His fingers started to pick at hers. Not in a painful way, but in that nervous energy way that someone might peel at a bottle. "It sure has been, darling." Ginny beamed at him, hoping to put him at ease. She squeezed his hand, feeling his fingers still and grasping hers. “How did this happen?” Susan asked, her glare harsh even in the dimly lit pub. Her focus bounced between them, like a metronome, before stopping on Harry. “I thought you weren’t looking for anything.” Harry bit his bottom lip. His head slowly turned so he was looking at his ex. “Listen, Susan, I wasn’t looking. I just –” He swallowed so hard Ginny heard it. His eyes came back to lock with hers. “I just couldn’t help it with Gin.” Ginny was shocked by the honesty in his expression. The term heart-eyes came to mind, but she knew she must be imagining it. She shook it off and got her head out of the clouds. It had to be a part of the ruse. Harry couldn’t truly fancy her... yet she couldn’t stop the butterflies in her stomach from fluttering. Before she could force herself to look away Harry said, “The moment I saw her victory dance after solving that hard case all those months ago.” His smile was adoring. “I fell hard that day.” Her breath caught in her throat. She remembered that day. Harry had only been working with them for a few weeks when Ginny had a major breakthrough, which has led to an arrest. When the news had been passed down to them by the brass, Ginny had been filled with such jubilant energy that she’d started to dance in order to exhaust some of the adrenaline. The problem with that was… she couldn’t dance worth a shit. Ginny’s mind started swimming in questions. Why had she done that? Why would Harry remember that? But the loudest question blaring on repeat was, did he mean that? Did he mean it when he said he fell hard that day? She swallowed hard, trying to unlodge a lump in her throat. Her voice was soft when she said, “Harry –” Before she could ask him if he meant it, Susan let out a loud sob. “I can’t believe this!” Both Harry and Ginny turned to look at her. Susan’s cheeks were blotchy with rage and sorrow. “I thought we had something real!” Harry shook his head, his bottom lip coming to sit between his teeth. “Susan, I’m sorry you thought it was more than it was.” Susan slapped a hand down on the table. “Fuck you, Harry!” Her rapidly redding eyes turned onto Ginny. “And you too, bitch!” Then she was out of their booth and out of the pub before Ginny could do more than give a sarcastic wave. Ginny turned to beam at Harry. “So I’d say that went rather swimmingly, wouldn’t you?” Harry was still watching the spot where Susan had disappeared and Ginny’s heart sank. What if he was regretting all of this and he wanted to get back with her? Ginny wasn’t sure she could handle that. After the things he’d said… the way he’d looked at her… Then his eyes were back on her. The intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine. “Ginny, I need to tell you –” He swallowed hard. “Harry?” Ginny took his hand back into hers. Without even thinking about what she was doing, she brought their laced fingers to her lips, kissing his knuckles. “What is it?” Harry’s eyes fell on to their joined hands. Ginny could see the war raging in his mind. Then he brought her knuckles to his lips, letting them linger. When he met her gaze she was nearly flattened by the intensity. “Ginny, everything I said it was –” Before he could finish his sentence Harry’s phone phone started vibrating loudly on the table. They both looked at it. Harry cursed under his breath as he reached for it with his free hand. “Hello?” Ginny took deep breaths as Harry listened to his caller. She needed to calm her racing heart and hormones. “Are you sure?” Harry asked, his tone losing that huskiness that had been turning her insides to mush. He was all serious now, the same tone he used in meetings and interrogating. “Sirius, is he hurt?” Silence as he listened to the other end, then. “I’ll be there in twenty. Just keep... keep him calm until I get there, okay.” He hung up. This time when his gaze met hers, misery was the most primitive emotion. “Ginny, I – I have to go. My godson, I raised him with my godfather, and for some reason my godson decided to slide down the banister of the stairs.” “I get it.” Ginny’s heart fell into her stomach. She didn’t want him to go. No, she wanted him to finish what he’d been saying. But Ginny couldn’t say that. He needed to tend to his godson… which made him that much more attractive, God damn it! “I don't want to leave like this… after –” He shook his head helplessly. Ginny let go of his hand so she could cup his face. “Go. We can talk about whatever this” – she gestured between them–“is later.” Harry let out a long sigh, his eyes shutting for a moment. When he opened them he was staring directly at her. “You are. He swallowed. “Literally the most incredible woman.” She winked at him. “And don’t you dare forget it.” Suddenly his lips were on hers for the briefest of moments before he slid out of the booth. “I’m gonna pay off the tab.” He smiled down at her. “I’ll see you at work tomorrow?” Ginny wasn’t sure she could speak, her throat had a giant lump wedged in it. She cleared her throat, hoping to sound sauve, and not like he’d rendered her incapasitated with such a little thing. “I’m counting on it.” He groaned as he shook his head once “Fuck, Ginny I can’t even –” Ginny laughed. “Go, Harry.” “Alright.” With a final look over his shoulder, Harry was gone stopping briefly at the bar before walking out the door. Ginny finished off the rest of her beer. The moment Harry left, she’d lost all desire to be out. She slid out the booth, waving at her co-workers before following Harry into the night. Her mind wandered as she walked to her flat. The cool night air helped to cool her heated skin, yet it did nothing for her reeling mind. Everything that had happened back there… the things that were said. But there was one thing that kept jumping to the center of attention. The look on Harry’s face when he’d said, ‘I fell hard that day’. Every time she thought those words… Good lord, Ginny’s stomach became a butterfly exhibit. She wanted to believe he meant the words. Fuck Ginny wanted more than anything to know that every look and caress had meant as much to him as it had meant to her. But there was the pessimistic, nagging voice in the back of her head that reminded her it was just an act. It was just to rid him of that annoying bitch of an ex, but every fiber of her being wanted it to be real. Ginny stopped at a zebra crossing, waiting for traffic to fade and the light change. She considered what it would mean if it had all been a ploy. Obviously Ginny would have to crawl into a hole and hide for the rest of her life. She wouldn’t ever be able to look Harry in the eyes again… Ginny, everything I said it was – God! Ginny wanted to know how he was going to finish that sentence. His face came into her mind’s eye. The openness in his expression, the flush to his cheeks… Maybe… just maybe there was a chance. As she stepped off the pavement to cross, Ginny doubled her stride. Her anxiety was going to hit the roof if she kept thinking about this. She just needed to wait for tomorrow. Once she was back on the pavement, Ginny slowed back down. She breathed in deeply, trying to calm her jitters. Sleep was gonna be a bitch tonight, Ginny could already tell. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXX When Ginny arrived for work the next day, the first thing she checked was Harry’s desk. His bag was sitting atop a pile of papers, but he was nowhere to be seen. Figuring he was probably working a case, Ginny left the bullpen to head towards her lab. Thomas was already there, typing something rapidly into his computer. “Hey, Dean.” Ginny waved as she hung her coat on the back of her desk chair. “What did we get this morning?” Dean finished typing his sentence before looking up at her over the edge of his screen. “We’ve got a blood sample from Tonks. She and Longbottom are working a murder case over in Camden. They found a trail leading away from the body so they wanted us to check it out. We’re gonna be leaving in twenty.” His eyes fell back to his screen. “Oh, and Potter was looking for you, by the way.” Ginny’s heart started pounding painfully against her chest. “Did he say why?” “Nope, just that he was going to be sorting through some case evidence and said you could find him in the evidence locker.” Her traitorous heart picked up the pace as she made her way to the evidence room. The blood pounded in her ears as reached for the handle. It wasn’t an overly large room, only holding active cases. There were shelves housing boxes with files and items, and in the center of the room was a table with a few chairs placed precariously around it. Harry was sitting on the edge of the table, a file positioned on his knees as he filtered through it. How was it he looked so good doing something so simple? He looked up at the sound of her footsteps. His eyes instantly locked onto hers, the file falling to the floor in a flourish as he stood. “Ginny.” The way her name rolled off his tongue sent goose pimples all across her body. She stepped forward “Hey, Harry.” Hey… Harry… Ginny wanted to smack herself. Couldn’t she have tried to be a little sauve! A lump formed in her throat that she tried to swallow away Fortunately for her, Harry didn’t seem to notice her inner struggle. He stepped forward, meeting her halfway. “Ginny, last night at the pub –” He swallowed hard, his fingers started to tap against Ginny's heart pounded violently against her chest. “Yeah.” He bit his bottom lip. "I need you to know, everything I said was real. I – You run around infinite in my head, Ginny." His face was flushed as he stared at her. The look in his eyes was like molten lava, trying to burn her from the inside out. “And God knows I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Ginny couldn’t take it anymore. All the anxiety she’d been dealing with for the past twelve hours became nothing at his words. After closing the distance between them, she gripped the front of his shirt, dragging his lips down to hers. His surprise evaporated quickly as he sunk into the kiss, his hands going to her waist. She moved so their bodies were pressed even closer together, deepening the kiss. Harry let out a low growl as he took control of their bodies and moved them so her back was pressed against the wall. It was better than all the daydreams (and nightly dreams) she’d had. His hand slid to the back of her head, tangling in her hair. Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck, loving the feeling of the cold stone wall on her back and Harry’s warmth coving her front. “Whoa, Weasley! Potter! Since when has this been going on?” A loud voice broke through the haze Ginny had fallen into. She and Harry broke apart, turning to look at their co-workers Finnigan and Thomas. Finnigan grinned widely at them. His thick Irish accent coming through with every word. “We saw you two at the pub last night, but we kinda assumed it was a ploy to get that crazy moran that was stalking Harry.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “But now we see the truth. Right, Dean?” Thomas laughed. “I mean we saw more truth than we wanted, but it’s clear as day now.” Ginny could feel the heat growing on her cheeks. She looked up at Harry, who’s expression matched her embarrassment perfectly. They were at work for Christ’s sake! What was she thinking!? She cleared her throat, splitting her death glare between Thomas and Finnigan. “Do you two mind? We were enjoying our fifteen minutes.” Finnigan let out a loud snort. “I’d say so.” His chin jerked towards Harry’s groin. “I can still see Potter’s enjoyment.” Harry, for his part, just groaned. His eyes shut as he Ginny turned in his arms so she stood between Harry and their co-workers. Ginny looked between Thomas and Finnigan, her eyes narrowing. “What are you two doing here anyways?” She focused on Thomas. “Aren’t we leaving in a few?” Thomas’ eyes widened. “Yeah, I was just – I was coming to look for you.” Ginny wasn’t technically a detective but even she could see the tell-tale signs of a lie. She looked between Thomas and Finnigan again. A blush had crept up Finnigan’s neck, darkening his fair Irish complexion. If her life was a cartoon, a lightbulb would have just appeared above her head. She could feel the evil smirk curling her lips. “You two were looking for your own enjoyment, weren’t you?” Thomas coughed as Finnigan closed his eyes. No one in the room spoke, they all just stared at each other in a twisted standoff. Then Thomas cleared his throat. “So I’ll go get the car started.” He took Finnagin’s arm and led him from the room. Ginny turned to look at Harry's mouth was wide open as he met her gaze. She brought the back of her hand up to his jaw, gently snapping his mouth closed. “Wouldn’t want you to catch flies, would we?” Harry snorted. His eyes locked onto hers. “You’re quite the detective there, Ms Weasley. I hadn't even made that connection yet.” “Well, I guess the question is what head were you thinking with?” Ginny smirked at him, lifting her left hand to tap his temple. “This one or the other one?” For the second time, Harry’s jaw hit the floor. He spluttered as Ginny laughed, again using her hand to close his mouth. She lifted onto her toes, nuzzling their noses. “So I’m always in your head, hmm?” Harry groaned, his forehead coming down to rest on her shoulder. “That’s gone straight to your head hasn’t it?” Ginny laughed, pressing her lips to the side of his neck. She could feel him shiver as her breath warmed his skin. “Oh no doubt.” Another kiss. “But if it helps.” She moved over the side of his jaw. “You never stray far from my mind either.” His head jerked up so she was able to see those gorgeous eyes she completely adored. “Really?” She kissed him, letting her lips linger on his. “And God knows I wouldn’t have it any other way.” Harry’s hands slid up her body and into her hair as he reconnected their lips. Ginny felt the possession in his kiss, like he was trying to stake his claim on her, and she didn’t mind in the least. She submitted to his domination, giving back as good as he gave. Her back was again pressed to the stone. “Weasley!” Thomas’ voice rang clearly on the other side of the door. “We’ve got to go!” Ginny pulled back from Harry, her breath coming in labored pants. “It sounds like I need to go.” Harry cleared his throat, nodding slowly. His hands lowered from her hair to rest on her hips. “Yeah, sounds like it.” Normally Ginny was all gung-ho for heading out to a case, but at that moment all she wanted was to stay in his arms. Heaving a heavy sigh, she kissed him one final time before sliding out of his arms. “I’ll see you later? Maybe we can do lunch?” His lips curled into a happy grin. “Yeah, sounds perfect.” He took her hand and quickly pressed a kiss to the back of it. “And maybe you’ll be free for dinner too?” Ginny’s heart fluttered in excitement. “I think that can be arranged.” She started to move towards the door, pausing with her hand on the handle. Turning back she smiled wickedly at Harry. “Oh and Harry?” Harry, who had moved to pick up the discarded folder, looked up at her. “Yeah?” “Try not to get sidetracked with thoughts of me while I’m gone. I’d hate to distract you from all this,” she gestured around the room. He let out a low chuckle. “After that enjoyment we just had, I can promise you won’t be leaving my mind.” Ginny laughed as she opened the door. She looked over her shoulder and winked at Harry. “Good.” |
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