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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: 20438; Chapter Total: 4889 |
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The Best Laid Plans... By deemarie Tickle Fight Harry, BRAVO! Sis She had slipped him the note before she went to bed. He pocketed it and had gone to the bathroom to read it. It was the only place he could go without Ron glued to his side. His lip curled up. Bravo, eh? Ginny, before this week is up you'll be saying that about me and not just my acting. Ginny was smiling. She hugged her pillow tighter. It had only been one day and already the plan was working. Harry, where did you learn to act? You really should be treading the boards, not riding a broomstick. You're a born actor! She had to admit though, that it was nice to have Harry's attention. It was nice to have any boy's attention. It had been so long. Maybe she should start paying a little more attention to the boys at school. She shouldn't be so shy. Sure a couple of guys had hurt her, well one did - Michael - that prat. Harry hadn't done it intentionally. He never really liked her. She just had a crush. He liked Cho Chang. Of course he wouldn't notice her. Plain, scrawny Ginny. Way-too-many-freckles, Ginny. She could never compete with Cho's exotic look. Cho had a figure! Cho had long sleek dark hair. Cho was older, more experienced. Oh well, the past is the past. Thank goodness she woke up before she became a stalker! Today though...it was really nice. They went down to the brook and talked. They talked about a lot of things. Some of it was fun, reminiscing about school. Some of it was dark. They had been through a lot. She told him about wanting to be a writer. And he liked the idea. "I have so many stories bottled up inside me, Harry. I feel like...like a bottle of champagne, just waiting for the cork to pop, then all these stories will come bubbling out of me. I'm scared there won't be enough ink and parchment to get it all down." "Have you written anything yet?" "Just some light stuff. It's not really very good. Not yet." "I'd like to read some of it." She turned to him. "You would?" He nodded. "You wouldn't say you liked them just because I wrote it? I would want you to be honest. Brutally if you have to be." "I would be totally objective, Gin. Those stories are too important to you." "Thanks, Harry." They talked some more. He teased her, she teased him right back. Then they sat for a while just watching the play of the water over the stones. Ginny felt something tickle the back of her neck. She swatted it. She felt it again, she grabbed for it. Harry had taken a leaf and was running it along the nape of her neck. Ginny pounced. Before he knew it he was on his back, Ginny half draped across him, she was tickling his sides. Caught off guard, Harry was beside himself. She was the mistress of tickling. She knew just how much pressure to apply and just where to use it. The hollow of his hip, where the waistband of his jeans had slipped from was her prime target. He was gasping for air; laughing so hard tears were running down his face. He had just about all he could take. Mustering his strength he grabbed her by the waist and heaved himself over her. Ginny knew he had his target picked already, just where he wanted his assault to start. That strip of skin right above her waistband. Ginny was squealing, trying to beg him to stop, but the words wouldn't come out. "Say it, Gin. Beg for me to stop. I can't hear you. Scream!" Then suddenly, Harry was yanked off her. "What are you doing to my sister!" Ginny had never seen Ron turn quite that shade of red before. "Nothing, Ron, honest!" Harry was panting. There was a look of terror on his face. This was the man who had braved Voldemort and won and now he was cringing at the feet of her brother. Oh this was just so good! "Ron," she shouted. "For Merlin's sake, it was just a tickle fight! Bloody hell, how many times have done that!" "But Harry is not your brother!" "Sod off, Ron! He is too!" And she kicked him in the shin then fled back into the house. The boys had stayed out for a long time after that. When they got back Harry had winked at her. This was working! She fell asleep with a smile on her face. Harry was lying awake listening to Ron snore, blissfully. The events of the day played out in his mind. Ron had grabbed his ankle and hopped about three steps before landing in the grass. Harry was laughing without trying to let Ron see. It was as painful as Ron's shin must feel. And it wasn't succeeding. "Stop laughing, Harry. It's not funny." "Oh, but it is, Ron." Ron raised the cuff of his pant and pulled down his sock. "Look, it's gonna leave a mark." "You deserved it, Ron. You really are being a git. She's a big girl now." "I know! That's why I've got to protect her." "From me?" "Oh, come off it, Harry! I saw the way you were looking at her." Okay, Harry, he thought, here goes. This is for Ginny. "What do you mean?" "You were ogling her." Harry tried to keep a straight face. "I was what?" "Staring, undressing her with your eyes, drooling..." "Stop, Ron!" "Well, you were." "Okay, so I looked at her. She is kind of pretty." "Harry, this is me you're talking to." "Okay, you want the truth?" Ron nodded. "Then you have to promise you won't hit me." "I wouldn't do that!" "Yes, you would. I have two pretty near dislocated shoulders to prove it." Harry rotated each one, exaggerating the stiffness. "Okay! I won't hit you. Now, give me the truth." "She's more than pretty. I think she's beautiful. When I saw her today, coming down the stairs, well, I guess my heart stopped. Ron, I think I'd like the chance to get to know her, and maybe see if she would consider going out with me." Harry was as stunned as Ron at what he just said; he meant it. Every word. It wasn't acting. "I can't do that if you are hanging all over her," Harry continued. "You've got to give her some space. Why are you so determined to keep her from growing up?" "You can blame Fred and George for that." "What do the twins have to do with it?" Ron sighed. He looked around. "We were right here. It was last summer, just before you came for your birthday. We all went swimming. Ginny had gotten a new bathing suit. They hadn't seen her in a while. Fred said he couldn't believe it; Ginny had a figure. George watched her dive in, then he whispered to Fred that..." Ron gulped hard. "What, what did George say?" "He said, he didn't know I was close enough to hear. He said it looked like Ginny was going to..." How red could Ron get? "Going to get laid this year. And that it was about time she grew up." Harry's jaw dropped open. "George said that! About his own sister?" "Well that was pretty much my reaction. Fred's too! But George, well we all know he's always been a bit too randy, just laughed it off. He said we all have to grow up sometime and Ginny, of all of us was the most passionate. Her emotions were always right there, just below the surface. Give her the right boy, the right setting, and wham, bam, thank you ma'am! We'll have a brother-in-law before you know it. "You know what, Harry? George was right. Look at what she felt about you for all those years. 'Mione felt sorry for her, but she told me, if you had given Gin even the slightest consideration, well you really would have been a member of this family. That's why I was so upset about Michael Corner." "You don't think..." Harry tried really hard to remember if Ginny had ever had the chance to be alone with Corner. "No, she never let him get that close to her." "How do you know?" Is that jealousy you feel, Potter? "'Mione. They're pretty good friends. She would have told 'Mione." "How do you know she hasn't done anything since she went back to school." "Well, 'Mione would know. I asked her. Not if Ginny had done the nasty, not right out, but if she was interested in anyone." "Is she?" Harry just had to know. "No. 'Mione thinks Ginny's sworn off men, for a while. She said that Connor really hurt her feelings. And I thought it best if we kept it that way. So I started my campaign to keep Ginny innocent." "You don't trust her? Your own sister?" "It's not precisely that I don't trust her. Don't you remember half the talk that used to go on in the showers at school, Harry? Basically we all talked about sex, Quidditch, sex, homework, sex, exams and sex. If she really were your sister, wouldn't you do the same?" Harry thought about it. Granted he didn't live here, wasn't around Ginny 24-7. But somehow he knew, despite her temperament, that Ginny did have a sensible head on her shoulders. "You know, Ron, she may have the Weasley temperament, but I think you should give her more credit. We talked a bit before you so rudely interrupted us. She's got plans for her life. I don't think boys are a part of that right now. "Let me be completely honest with you, Ron. I don't want to jump her bones. I just want the chance to get to know her. You're right; she has grown up. When I think about all the stuff we've been through...ever since Sirius died... Ginny has been a good friend, and I have thought about her as a sister. But there's something more to her, something really deep. "I want you to know right now, Ron. I would never hurt her. Not intentionally. I will be circumspect and respectful. But I would like the chance to see if there's something there. I can't do that if you are constantly watching her. Would you back off, give us some space?" "You really mean that, don't you, Harry?" Harry gulped. Ginny was going to kill him. He couldn't lie to Ron. "I'm going to tell you something, Ron. You've got to keep you temper though." Ron looked at Harry with a puzzled expression, but he nodded. "You see, Ginny sent me a note last month..." He did have to tackle Ron after he told him. Harry was surprised that he was able to keep Ron pinned to the ground. Quidditch training was paying off. But Harry held him there until Ron calmed down. "Don't tell Ginny you know. Okay? Let's just let this play out. I'll tell her when the moment's right. I have a feeling she'll be okay with it. I don't think she'll hex me, even if she did, it wouldn't be as bad for me as it would be for you. She might do some permanent damage to you. Don't think 'Mione would appreciate that." They both laughed at that. They went back to the house. Harry told Ron to wait until morning to apologize to Ginny. It would be better that way. A new day and a fresh start. He thought about the note again. Yes, Ginny, I do deserve that Bravo. But not for the reason you think. |
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