Six Drabbles for Xmas

For : velvethope
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : plethora
Words : 107
Rating : PG-13

“Gin, I don’t want to, it’s weird,” Harry complained, propping himself up on an elbow and fiddling with the bottom button of her blouse.

“It’s hot,” she objected.

“Sexy things are hot, sexy words are hot, but not random words like this.”

“It’s not the word that is sexy, silly,” Ginny pouted. “It’s the shape of your mouth as you say it; the shape of your tongue.”

“Oh.”

“It’s such a lovely combination of your tongue peeping out, like you’re going to lick me, and then it finishes on a pout, like you’re going to suck me.”

“Oh,” Harry flushed

“Say it,” she begged.

“Plethora,” he whispered.

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For : deena_s
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : . a subway (Underground)
Words : 386
Rating : G

Unlike her git of brother, Harry was not very good with showing affection in public.

Not that she wanted to writhe around in front of everyone, like Ron and Lavender had done, or even sit in his lap at the Burrow like Ron and Hermione did.

When she sat on the floor at his feet and leant back against him, did he stroke her hair? No.

When they wandered down Diagon Alley, did he hold her hand? No.

She sighed.

In private he was so affectionate as he touched her, almost awestruck.

She was being greedy.

She knew the attention he got when he was out in public was still embarrassing.

So it was mean of her to mention it.

"Oh, I don't want you to be as bad as Ron," she'd assured him. "He's shameless. Just to hold my hand in public?"

Harry had blinked at her. "I don't?" he'd asked.

"What?" she'd laughed. "You think you hold my hand in public."

He'd frowned. "I… I take care of you. I open doors…"

"Oh, you're a perfect gentleman, Harry. Maybe too perfect?"

"I'm sorry," he said.

"No," she interrupted. "I'm being mean. Everyone stares at you in public, anyway. You don't need to be all over your girlfriend."

He shook his head. "I shouldn't care what they think," he said firmly. "I… I'll try…" Suddenly he looked at her with narrowed eyes. "C'mon," he said, grabbing her hand and Side-Along-Apparating her away.

They materialised in a narrow tunnel and there was a dreadful noise and swirl of wind as a monster rushed past the end of the tunnel.

Ginny gasped and clung to him before she realised that they were at an Underground station.

"Harry, what on earth?" she asked.

"Sorry," he said wrapping an arm round her shoulders and leading her out onto the platform and onto the train. "I just don't have any Muggle money on me, or we'd have been able to buy tickets."

"But why are we here?" she demanded, as they took their seats at the end of a carriage.

"Practise," he said, solemnly.

"Practise?"

"I don't think I can do it in Diagon Alley, but I can practise in Muggle London, where no one knows who I am!"

And he pulled her closer and lowered his mouth to hers.

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For : jenadamson
Pairing : Percy/Penelope
Prompt : library
Words : 101
Rating : G - I have never written either of them, plus I still have Percy!issues, but there you go.

Percy knew where he’d find her.

Her head was bent over a large book at their usual table as she flicked frantically through it.

“Penny?” he whispered, sitting beside her.

She stopped and smiled up at him.

“I missed you,” he said.

"Really?" she whispered..

“Of course," he said. "I… I visited you.”

“Really?” Her eyes opened wide. "I couldn't tell, you know."

He flushed.

“I… I missed so much school,” she groaned.

He tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. “It doesn’t matter,” he said. “All that matters is that you are OK.”

He leant down and kissed her.

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For : __goldie
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : christmas pudding and brandy and cream
Words : 196
Rating : G

Harry had made a big fuss about making a Muggle desert for Christmas dinner and had kept everyone out of the kitchen.

Ginny sat at the head of his dining table, with Ron and Hermione on one side and their three small boys on the other.

Dobby brought in two jugs of double cream and put one at each end of the table, before beaming at Ginny and leaving.

“Barking,” Ron murmured.

Then the door opened, revealing Harry bearing a large Christmas pudding bathed in blue flames.

“Wicked,” murmured an indistinguishable small boy.

When the alcoholic flames had burned away, Harry carefully served the desert, handing Ginny her portion first and watching her keenly as she ate.

“it’s very rich, isn’t it?” she said.

“It’s excellent,” Ron said, through a large mouthful and then swore. “What’s this?” he demanded, fishing something out of his mouth. “I could have cracked a tooth!”

“Oh dear,” said his dentally-reared wife. “I should have warned you. Muggles hide coins in a Christmas pudding.”

“This isn’t Muggle money,” Ron complained, sucking it clean. “It’s a diamond ring.”

“Oh, Harry,” both women cooed as Harry hit his head repeatedly on the table.

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For : penny_sieve
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : they make up after a huge fight
Words : 415
Rating : PG

Ginny had been sulking for a week and Harry refused to be the one to make the first move.

“No,” he said to Ron, who’d been dispatched by Hermione to make his best friend apologize.

“Don’t snap at me,” Ron complained. “I don’t like doing Hermione’s errands, and I don’t see why my love life should suffer because you’ve had a fight with Ginny.”

“How is your love life suffering?” Harry asked, baffled.

“’Cos you have upset Ginny, who has Hermione on her side; so Hermione has taken it out on me, ‘cos I’m on your side,” Ron explained. “Even though I don’t know that I am on your side, because I don’t even know what it is you are supposed to have done.”

“Oh, you’ll be on my side,” Harry muttered. “Come on.”

He dragged Ron into the lounge and knelt by the television, putting a DVD into the player – a gadget that Ron and Ginny both adored.

He sat Ron down and pointed the remote control at the screen.

A few clicks and he chose the scene he wanted Ron to see; the scene that he and Ginny had fought over; the scene that she thought would be a great costume for them both to wear to the party the twins were throwing for New Year’s Eve.

The man started singing.

The lyrics weren’t the problem.

It was the costume.

The basque, the stockings, the suspenders, the high heels, the feather boa.

“What is this?” Ron gasped.

“Rocky Horror Picture Show,” Harry said.

“Yeah, but what this hell is this?” Ron repeated.

“It’s a musical. It’s actually pretty good.”

“But why are you showing me this?”

“Because it’s what me and Ginny rowed about.”

“But why?”

“Because that is what she wants me to wear to the twins’ party!” Harry complained.

Ron started laughing.

Harry watched him patiently, for a while, but Ron couldn’t stop and eventually Harry turned off the television and left the room.

When Ron trailed in after him, he was still sniggering.

“Ginny fancies you in women’s underwear?” he asked.

“Apparently so,” Harry muttered.

“You know you are going to give in, don’t you?” Ron said.

Harry spluttered indignantly for a while and then deflated. “Yeah,” he said sullenly.

Ron sniggered again and Harry gave him a filthy look.

“So,” Ron said.

“What?”

“So, Ginny’s at our place. Do I send her home to do your make up for you?”

“Yes,” Harry snapped as Ron fell about laughing again.

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For : elsa241967
Pairing : Harry/Ginny
Prompt : snowed in for Christmas (alone)
Words : 951
Rating : R

The cottage was small but snug.

Set deep in the Dales, it was being used as a safe house for Order members and it had anti-Apparition wards for a hundred yards on all sides.

Wards that Bill had set up himself, so Harry knew he wouldn't find a gap.

Usually it would have been easy enough to walk to a point outside the wards and Apparate away.

If the snow hadn't been piled in drifts around the cottage.

He glared at the snow.

He would have been able to Floo away, at the very least, if there had been any Floo powder in the jar on the mantelpiece.

He wished he knew how to make a Portkey; he'd certainly insist that all Order members were taught to make one when he got back.

He should have done so years ago.

He wished he'd been trapped here with Hermione.

She would have known how to make a Portkey.

Except that he couldn't face Hermione at the moment.

Not since he'd walked into his bedroom - his bedroom - at Grimmauld Place and caught them.

Naked.

Well, Ron naked was something he'd always been peripherally aware of. They'd shared a room for over a decade, after all.

But Ron naked usually meant Ron putting his pyjamas on. At the very worst it meant Ron getting ready for a date.

Not Ron flat on his back, reaching for Hermione's breasts as she straddled him.

Harry had seriously considered going after Voldemort there and then, sod the fact that there was still one more Horcrux to destroy.

And sod the future of the Wizarding World - probably only Avada Kedavra was strong enough to erase the image of a sweaty Hermione tossing back her hair and thrusting her fingers down against where her body was joined to Ron's.

So.

He'd met her eyes, she'd screamed and he'd fled.

And taken any mission that had come up in the weeks since.

Anything to avoid seeing his friends.

Until he could forget the look on Ron's face as Hermione ground down against him.

And now it was Christmas Eve, and he'd been the only person happy to miss Christmas at the Burrow to meet the Order operative who had been working undercover at Malfoy Manor.

So deep undercover that only McGonagall knew who he was meeting.

And it would have been nice to have some warning.

Because that was why he desperately wanted to escape from the cottage.

Because it was Ginny.

And Ginny was the reason that he'd never had a witch's breasts swaying over his face as he thrust up into her.

Ginny was the reason that he'd never had a witch's fingers stroking his cock as it slid inside her.

Ginny was the reason he'd stroked himself to desperate, lonely climaxes in the shower for the past four years.

He'd given her up to keep her safe.

And she was working undercover for the Order at Malfoy Manor.

He didn't think he'd ever been this angry.

"I couldn't tell you," she said for the fifth time.

Harry snorted.

"It was a secret, OK, Harry?" she said.

He shrugged.

Ginny glared. "Harry," she snapped. "Talk to me."

"I wanted you to be safe," he finally shouted.

"And I wanted to help," she shouted back.

"But why like this?"

"Because it came up and McGonagall asked me to do it," she said simply. "Haven't you done dreadful things in the war?"

"Yes," he muttered. "But this is different."

"No, it isn't," she protested.

"Yes, it is," he said stubbornly.

"Because I'm a woman?" she asked. "What is your idea of how I can help? Do the cooking?"

"No," he snapped. "Because I love you."

A ringing silence.

"Oh, Harry," she sighed, reaching for his hand.

He shrugged her off, angrily, and flopped down onto the battered couch.

"Harry, you never..."

"I know it's too late," he interrupted. "But I never meant to waste four years like this. It was always, 'This year will be the year, we'll finish things and I can go back to having a life,' and I never came back to you, because I wanted to think you were safe, were better off without me."

"Oh, Harry."

"Stop saying that!" he snapped.

"What d'you want me to say?" she asked.

He shrugged.

"Do you want me to say it's not too late?" she said.

He caught his breath. "Only if you mean it," he whispered.

She rolled her eyes. "I thought you knew me better than that," she complained, kneeling before him and finally taking his hand. "Would I pretend I wanted to be with you?"

"You pretended you don’t," he muttered, mutinously.

"I waited," she said, simply. "Probably far longer than I should have, but there you go."

"You waited?" he asked. "For me?"

"Of course for you, you idiot," she snapped.

He smiled down at her and tucked a lock of hair behind her ear. "Then can we try again?" he asked.

"Of course," she said, moving closer.

Her shirt was tight and clingy and her breasts pressed against his arm as she leant over him.

He flinched.

"What's wrong?" she asked, sounding annoyed.

"Sorry," he said. "It's not you."

She raised a sceptical eyebrow.

"I'm just having problems with breasts at the moment," he explained and her other eyebrow joined it.

"Harry?" she said.

"Look, I saw Ron and Hermione having sex and it drove me insane, OK?"

She bit her lip and giggled.

"It's not funny," he protested. "I never thought of her as having breasts, and now I see them wherever I go."

She climbed into his lap. "Mine are much nicer," she said and unbuttoned her shirt.

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