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Category: Post-OotP Characters:Harry/Ginny, Ron Weasley Genres: Fluff Warnings: Extreme Language Story is Complete Rating: PG Reviews: 38 Summary: Sometimes the best laid plans "gang aft aglee". Hitcount: Story Total: 20437; Chapter Total: 4779 |
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The Best Laid Plans... By deemarie Act 1 20 March Dear Ginny, Please don't think I forgot about what you asked me to do last Saturday. I really have been thinking about this. I got in touch with Hermione. Don't be angry. I just wanted to see if Ron was really as bad as you say. I never mentioned your plan. Hermione can keep a secret, but you know how they argue and I'm afraid she might let something slip. Well, it's even worse than you thought. Ron's put out the word, through Colin Creevy, that if even a whisper about you and another boy gets out, there will be six rather large frightening wizards paying a visit to Hogwarts. Not that your brothers would agree, but Fred and George just might do it for a bit of fun. I wouldn't like to give them any chance to cause more mischief at school. So, Sis (hope you don't mind the nickname) I'll give you a hand. Don't worry. I don't have a girl friend. Who's had the time? By the way, Ginny, I happen to think that you are really quite pretty. You shouldn't downgrade yourself like that. Let me know when you want to start your little play! Your Big Brother, Harry 21 March Dear Harry, Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! You're the best. I'm going home for the Easter break. Can you arrange to come for the holiday? I thought we could begin then. Act 1 - Scene, the Burrow Harry arrives to spend the Holiday. He sees Ginny all cleaned up and starts to notice she isn't a little girl anymore. He feels out her overprotective brother, and the relationship begins! Think you can handle this? Hope so, because we have to be really convincing. Ron's not as thick as everyone thinks he is. Don't worry if this doesn't work. I'll make sure I take the blame. Thanks for saying I'm pretty. That's one of the things I like about you, Harry. You've always been kind. Are you sure your glasses aren't rose coloured? Love, Sis Ginny sat I front of her vanity checking how she looked. In the two weeks since Harry had agreed to help her, she had prepared for this day. Now she knew why Cordellia spent so long in the bathroom. She was muggle-born and had brought her fashion magazines to Hogwarts. Ginny had pinched a couple from her collection and studied them closely. She practiced putting on the make-up. It really wasn't so hard. And Ginny found she was good at it. She learned what colours to use to enhance her eyes and just how much blush to put on so she would look natural. She found that peaches, copper and bronze coloured lip tints worked best for her. Even she had to admit her lips looked kissable. It was her hair that was the problem. No matter what she did it wouldn't do what she wanted. In desperation she approached Cordellia for advice. She was afraid of being laughed at. It turned out Cordellia was dying to give Ginny advice. She had always admired Ginny for her strength of character and had wanted to be her friend. The only reason she held back was because she knew how involved Ginny was in the war against You-know-who and feared she would be a distraction. So with Cordellia's help, Ginny was finally able to get her hair under control. She needed the right shampoo and conditioner. Ginny just used the same as her brothers, but it turned out that stuff dried out her hair. So scissors in hand, Cordellia trimmed the damaged ends and put Ginny on a regimen of treatments. Ginny liked her hair this length. She'd always kept her hair long, but it was too long. Cordellia trimmed it to just above her shoulders. She could still tie it back for Quidditch, but when worn loose, her hair fell in natural waves. As to her clothes, Ginny didn't own a single skirt or dress. She was much more comfortable in jeans and loose fitting shirts. Cordellia told her she should show off her figure, it really was quite good. Ginny had always thought herself too skinny and had no curves at all. But she really hadn't taken a good look at herself. Cordellia and Ginny were about the same size, so she gave Ginny some outfits that she wouldn't miss. Ginny had hinted that there was a boy back home she was interested in, how could she dress to impress? Cordellia had the perfect outfit for her. Ginny wasn't entirely comfortable in it, but it was casual enough not to arouse suspicion. She hoped Harry liked it. It would help if he thought she was a little pretty. But he already thought she was. He said so in his letter. When had he noticed that? If he had said that to her when she was 13, Ginny would have danced with joy. She was so in love with Harry then. What a silly git she had been. She was older and wiser now. Boys just weren't worth it. They either ignored you (like Harry did for the four years she had had that silly crush) or used you (like Michael did). No, she wasn't going to give her heart away to any boy. She had plenty of time for boys later. She would get through the rest of this year and then she wanted to start a writing career. There were lots of stories rocketing around in her head. She had shown a couple of them to Professor McGonnagal. The professor had said she had talent. Once she got herself published, then she would think about beginning a relationship with someone. Her mother's squeal of delight signaled Ginny that Harry had arrived. She would give him 5 minutes and then she would make her entrance. She put the finishing touches on her make-up and brushed her hair. She was right. She did clean up well. With a last look in her mirror, she smoothed her skirt then turned to her door. Curtain up, Ginny. Harry was sitting in his favorite spot at the Weasley's kitchen table. It had been too long since he had last been here. He hadn't realized how much he missed this place. He was glad Ginny talked him into coming. He felt a little guilty about what they were going to do to Ron, but he really was getting carried away playing protector. Ginny was old enough to take care of herself. It was time for Ron to move on. The subject of his musings was sitting across from him. Gloating, he was. The Cannon's had beaten Puddlemere by just 10 points. The whole team had been a bit off in their play and Puddlemere was behind. Harry saw the snitch and figured a tie was better than a loss. Right before Harry's had grasped the snitch, seconds actually, one of the Cannon's chasers had slipped the Quaffle past Oliver. Harry's momentum couldn't be checked and before he could stop himself, he had grabbed the golden ball. Such were the fortunes of the game. Harry couldn't get angry with Ron. It wasn't often that the Cannons won. So Harry let Ron have his moment. He heard Ginny's footstep on the stair. I guess we're on now, thought Harry. Let's hope this goes well. He turned to look. Ginny had stopped on the stair to adjust the strap on her sandal. All Harry could see of her at this point was her legs. And the legs he saw were shapely and firm. They seemed to go on forever. Wow! he thought. She continued down the steps. Harry had been leaning back; the front legs of the chair were off the floor. When Ginny turned on the landing and he finally saw her, the legs of the chair hit the floor hard. She said she cleaned up pretty well, but that was putting it mildly. She was wearing a very short, and this was very short, rose coloured denim skirt that slung low over her hips. Her top, a pale pink tee, didn't quite meet the skirt and a strip of skin showing her navel was very exposed. When he had hugged her in The Three Broomsticks he had thought she was shapely, but he had no idea she had filled out so well. The neckline of the tee while not too low accentuated her long neck. She wore the familiar ponytail but nothing escaped the band and the ends curled nicely. Her make-up (she was actually wearing make-up) wasn't overdone; she looked as if the sun had kissed her cheeks lightly. The overall effect was...just WOW! If she weren't Ron's sister, well he would probably consider going after her for real. Oh Harry, Ginny thought, you are perfect. I wonder how long you had to practice that look. It's just what I wanted. She looked at Ron. He was eyeing Harry. His eyes had narrowed. She better speak up now or Harry would be in trouble. "Harry!" she said. "Good to see you. It's been much too long." She walked over and gave him a sisterly hug. "You're doing great," she whispered in his ear. That brought Harry back to his senses. "Yeah, Ginny, much too long to be away. How's school?" She made an offhand remark and then said good-bye and went out into the garden. So far, so good. Harry seems to be a better actor than I thought. You would think he actually thought I was beautiful. Way to go! That look on Ron's face was priceless. Ginny smiled. This just might work. It was just so unexpected, that was it. The last time they had spent any time together she had been no more than a child. A little girl. It was just the shock of realizing she wasn't a kid anymore. She's 17 now. Of course she's changed. For Merlin's sake, she's like a little sister to you. You, Harry Potter are a perv! Yeah, but she is really pretty. No not just pretty, beautiful. Maybe Ron's right. She is a temptation. Look at how he was reacting to her. No, she's Ginny. It's just that he hadn't had any kind of relationship for such a long time. Hold on, Harry. She's fair game, after all she really isn't your sister. No, Harry, get yourself under control. You've got a part to play. She really needs your help. You did promise to help. Wait a minute, what if he...Do you think...Harry started to hyperventilate. He knew Ginny had gotten over him a long time ago. But she did say she liked him. They did get along. Maybe if he did this right, she might become interested in him again. It wouldn't hurt to try. It would probably convince Ron even better. It was a safe way to explore this. Ginny wouldn't suspect a thing, and if it turned out to be just his raging hormones (which it probably was) then he would be able to back away without hurting her. He didn't see Ginny again until lunch. She sat right across the table from him. Where did she learn to toss her head like that? When she did, her hair caressed her neck and Harry suddenly found that he wanted his fingers to be doing that. She took a fork full of salad and there was a tiny drop of dressing on the corner of her lip. She flicked it with her tongue. Harry's mouth went dry. He wanted to do that. He quickly took a sip of juice. He better stop thinking of this. Ginny looked at him, a sweet smile on her face. Then she looked away. Oh brother, Harry thought, I am in trouble. Ginny is trouble, trouble with a capital T. Why did I ever agree to do this? Molly asked Ron to go to the village after lunch to pick up a few things for her. He wanted Harry to come. Harry begged off. He was kind of tired. He would just wait here for Ron to get back. There that should help Ginny's cause. He made sure he glanced at her out of the corner of his eye so Ron could see. Harry braced himself. Ron would either agree or punch him senseless. Ron had always been taller than Harry and now he had a good stone or two on him in weight. That punch would hurt. Ron looked at Harry, then at Ginny, then back at Harry. There was the faintest trace of a smile at the corner of his mouth. Ok, he would see him later. Harry slowly let out the breath he was holding. Success! Half an hour later, as Harry sat in Ron's room on the camp bed where he was kipping for the week, contemplating Ginny's navel and that sweet strip of skin, she burst in on him. "Oh, Harry!" she shouted and she sat next to him on the bed. "You're priceless! Did you see Ron's face when I made my entrance? How long did you practice that look you gave me? This is really going to work! I know it." Her hip brushed his and the room got about 10 degrees warmer. "Uh...Thanks." "I think when Ron gets back he should have to come and find us. We should go down to the brook. It will all be so innocent but deliciously suspicious." "Ginny, when did you learn all of this? How did you learn all of this?" "Well one of my dorm mates, Cordellia, has some books." She blushed. It made her freckles dance. "Some silly Muggle romance novels. They've made the rounds. I read some of them. They really are drivel, but they're kind of fun." Harry blanched. Hermione had told him about some of those books. She had her own collection. Harry had seen a couple on her kitchen table. It struck him odd to find something other than a textbook or some musty old tome in her humongous collection of books. When he asked what they were, she told him, graphically. Did Ginny... "You're not planning on acting those out?" "Of course not, Harry." She was giggling. "Can you imagine me and you doing that? God, it would be incest, Harry. You are such a perv! I don't even want to kiss you, not even if that would solve my problem with Ron." That hurt, Harry thought. That really hurt. Did she think he couldn't kiss? You know, Ginny, before this week is up, I'm going to make you change your mind. |
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