Skin - H/G - PG-13
Title: Skin
Author: shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione
Words: 756
Rating: PG-13

For my beloved emmacmf, for her birthday – who’d’a thought I’d manage Harry/Ginny first, after watching HBP?

Well, it’s totally canon.

We have watched some amazing stuff together, this year, my sweet - Equus and Cherrybomb and Half-Blood Prince - see you soon for more Equus, yeah?


Skin
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Harry…
What the fuck did I just say? I told Ron his sister has lovely skin – I’ve lost my mind.

He actually said it, the one thing I’ve been dreading above all else.

Nothing Voldemort related.

He actually said it, spelled it out.

You have to hate the bloke whose hands are all over your sister.

I’ve been clutching at straws, trying to convince myself it’s just that he hates Dean… but no, Dean’s ‘brilliant’.

And then he asked me what Dean could possibly see in Ginny, and I know I should have gone all proxy Big Brother, and agreed with him… but I said she has lovely skin.

OK, at least I didn’t say she smells fantastic and I’m pretty sure her breasts are exactly the same size as my hands and I want to wrap her hair around my wrists and lick her neck.

And then he started blathering on about Hermione’s skin, as if she had skin anything like as soft as Ginny’s. I didn’t even realise Hermione had skin.

Except that she doesn’t, you know, bleed everywhere.

And now he’s lying there, eyes slightly glazed, stupid smile on his face, suspicious bulge in his covers, and he’s gonna close his curtains and cast a Silencing Charm, and have a wank.

Over Hermione.

God, is it possible to Obliviate yourself?

And he must know that I know what he’s doing.

So, he must know when I’m in the same state, and that means I can’t.

Can’t wank.

Ever again.

Ron has broken my wanking, by getting me hard over his sister. Which is hardly an unusual state of affairs – I got hard at the feast, just from having her mop my bloody face, and that’s sick enough.

But if I close my curtains now, Ron’ll know I’m wanking and he’ll know it’s never gonna be over Hermione, and I said his only sister has lovely skin and he’s gonna kill me.

I can probably never wank again, and when I face Voldemort I’ll be doubled over, in agony, clutching my balls, and I sincerely doubt exploding testicles will prove to be the Power He Knows Not, and it’ll all be Ron’s fault.

I should have said that Dean’s an idiot, and what the hell can he see in someone with that pale skin and garish hair and horrible freckles.

That’d totally throw Ron off the scent, and leave me to wank in peace.

Ron…
Harry’s such an idiot, but he means well.

For once he isn’t reading his Potions textbook, and I’m glad we had the chance to talk, and try and sort out this Dean thing. I should really never have put him on the spot, like that, asking him what Dean sees in Ginny. He tried his best, but he was really clutching at straws there, bless him.

Of course he has no idea.

Ginny?

But, seriously, her skin?

Is that really the best he can do?

Pale skin, with all those horrible freckles.

Well, I s’pose Dean could think pale is all exotic, or something, but Harry should know better.

I mean, I’m really glad he’s clueless; seriously glad he sounded genuinely baffled when I subtly sounded him out on Hermione’s skin

Glad he hasn’t noticed the soft skin behind her ears, when she has her hair up.

And, of course, then I got distracted and nearly gave myself away, on the Hermione thing. I don’t think he noticed; I’m pretty sure it just came across as… a sort of intellectual female skin comparison.

Luckily I didn’t mention how her hair smells, or how slim her ankles are, or how I’m pretty sure her bum is exactly the same size as my hands.

But he definitely sounded baffled, rather than turned on, by the idea that Hermione’s skin is anything to owl home about. Definitely. Not that I know what a turned on Harry sounds like, of course.

I mean, he’s good with remembering his Silencing Charms.

Or looks like.

Look at him, now; he’s just lying there, looking at the Map, watching Malfoy’s dot.

He’s looking rather… flushed… I hope he’s not coming down with something – or about to tell me Malfoy’s a Death Eater, yet again.

So, I’m no closer to solving the Dean Mystery, but I’m pretty sure that Harry has never noticed how Hermione’s hair smells, and I’m gonna have to subtly close my curtains and have some alone time with Hermione’s ankles.

Just as soon as Harry closes his own curtains, and goes to sleep.