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Come Downstairs - H/G - PG-13
Title : Come Downstairs
Author :shocfix
For :shaesmom
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : can't find time alone
Rating : PG-13
Words : 292
Come Downstairs
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“It’ll be OK, Ron promised he wouldn’t disturb us,” Harry murmured, his lips moving down her neck and his hands cupping her bum.
“You’re not serious?” Ginny said. “You actually asked him?”
“Sort of,” Harry said, squeezing gently and smiling as she gasped.
“Sort of?”
“I walked into our room and had to close my eyes against the glare of the sun on his bobbing arse and I said ‘don’t come downstairs’, and he said ‘wouldn’t dream of it’, and I rushed down here, to you.”
“Poor Harry,” she said, stifling a giggle.
“I hoped maybe I could,” he waggled his eyebrows significantly, “come downstairs.”
“You really are very bad at this, aren’t you?” she said.
“The flirting or the stuff?” he asked.
“The flirting, so shut up and kiss me,” she said firmly.
He leant down and felt her sigh against his lips as…
“Ginny!” a voice echoed up the stairs.
“She’ll go away,” Ginny whispered. “Shhhh.”
“Ginevra!”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Harry whispered back, his hands sliding up her back, towards mother-proof safety.
The door opened and Molly frowned at them.
“Didn’t you hear me calling you, Ginny?” she asked, her eyes noting Harry’s hands on her daughter’s waist. “I need you to lay the table for lunch. What are you doing all shut up in here, on such a nice day?”
“Harry was just telling me about the Ministry,” Ginny deadpanned and Molly raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” she asked.
“Ron’s still in bed,” Ginny supplied helpfully and her mother huffed and shut the door and they heard her stomp up the stairs.
Ginny looked up at Harry, who was watching her with wide eyes.
“I’m glad you’re on my side,” he whispered, as Molly’s scream rang through the house.
Title : Come Downstairs
Author :
shocfixFor :
shaesmomPairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : can't find time alone
Rating : PG-13
Words : 292
Come Downstairs
****
“It’ll be OK, Ron promised he wouldn’t disturb us,” Harry murmured, his lips moving down her neck and his hands cupping her bum.
“You’re not serious?” Ginny said. “You actually asked him?”
“Sort of,” Harry said, squeezing gently and smiling as she gasped.
“Sort of?”
“I walked into our room and had to close my eyes against the glare of the sun on his bobbing arse and I said ‘don’t come downstairs’, and he said ‘wouldn’t dream of it’, and I rushed down here, to you.”
“Poor Harry,” she said, stifling a giggle.
“I hoped maybe I could,” he waggled his eyebrows significantly, “come downstairs.”
“You really are very bad at this, aren’t you?” she said.
“The flirting or the stuff?” he asked.
“The flirting, so shut up and kiss me,” she said firmly.
He leant down and felt her sigh against his lips as…
“Ginny!” a voice echoed up the stairs.
“She’ll go away,” Ginny whispered. “Shhhh.”
“Ginevra!”
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Harry whispered back, his hands sliding up her back, towards mother-proof safety.
The door opened and Molly frowned at them.
“Didn’t you hear me calling you, Ginny?” she asked, her eyes noting Harry’s hands on her daughter’s waist. “I need you to lay the table for lunch. What are you doing all shut up in here, on such a nice day?”
“Harry was just telling me about the Ministry,” Ginny deadpanned and Molly raised an eyebrow.
“Really?” she asked.
“Ron’s still in bed,” Ginny supplied helpfully and her mother huffed and shut the door and they heard her stomp up the stairs.
Ginny looked up at Harry, who was watching her with wide eyes.
“I’m glad you’re on my side,” he whispered, as Molly’s scream rang through the house.