Fic for aggiebell90 - A Snowy, Sultry Saturday
To: aggiebell90
Title: Snowy, Sultry Saturday
Author: mutt_n_feathers
Pairings: Harry/Ginny (primary), Ron/Hermione
Rating: T Word Count: 2881
Summary: Tired of having no real place to be alone in the castle, Harry arranges a special place that he and Ginny can spend an afternoon alone, keeping warm and watching the snow fall.
A Snowy, Sultry Saturday
It was a quiet Saturday morning, the kind where most normal students were sound asleep. Ginny Weasley, however, wasn’t your normal student. She was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, brilliant at her studies and the girlfriend of the most eligible bachelor in all the wizarding world, Harry Potter. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to still be up in the warm blankets of her bed on the top floor of Gryffindor tower, but if she was there she couldn’t be with her boyfriend, which is where she was now and where she’d always rather be. They’d agreed to awaken early, go to breakfast together, and then snuggle up in the large armchair by the fire in the common room. Ginny was sitting on Harry’s lap, a thick afghan thrown over them. Her head was on his shoulder and she was playing with the hair on his arms that peeked out from under his thick jumper. She couldn’t believe that he was wearing it. Her mother had made it and she thought it was hideous. It’s only redeeming factor was that the dark green of the yarn made Harry’s eyes look even more brilliant than usual. For as much as she despised it, he treasured it. Harry deeply appreciated anything that was done for him by her mother, and that was something she’d never take away from him.
One of Harry’s hands had slipped inside the hem of her jumper, and he was lazily playing with her navel while the other one gently caressed her thigh. Periodically, the pair would kiss each other, gently, languidly. To anyone who saw them, they were the epitome of love, romance and togetherness.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Ginny said as she looked out the window at the falling snow.
“Definitely,” Harry replied, looking at the face of the girl in his arms. Ginny looked up at him and caught his gaze and immediately blushed.
“I meant the snow outside, the way it’s falling, it’s just so…” she never finished her thought. His lips captured hers again and did their luscious dance. The war had ended just over eight months ago, and from the day after the battle Harry and Ginny hadn’t been separated. They had both struggled with the idea of returning to Hogwarts, but after weighing all their choices, they decided that one normal year, a year without duels and Death Eaters and murder would be a good thing. They were enjoying their chance to be normal teens in love.
Footsteps on the boys’ dormitory stairs caught their attention and they both stopped what they were doing to see who it was. The first through the door was Neville Longbottom, fellow Gryffindor and dorm mate to Harry. He was followed closely by Ginny’s brother, Ron.
“Bloody hell,” he cried out when he saw the pair, “must you be all over each other all the time.”
“We’re not all over each other,” Ginny rebuked, “we’re watching the snow fall and the fire crackle. Harry’s helping to keep me warm.”
“I’m sure he is,” Ron grumpily added. ‘Can’t you do that somewhere else?”
“Sure, since you two are out of our room, we’ll go up there,” Harry suggested. There were only the three boys in their dorm this year. Neither Seamus nor Dean had returned after the war. Both of their families had relocated to escape bad memories.
“No!” Ron decried the idea. “You’ll stay here where I can keep an eye on you.”
“You know, I could say the same thing about you and Hermione,” Ginny retorted. “Do you honestly think that no one noticed that your hand got lost in your girlfriend’s blouse last night?” Harry laughed behind her, hiding his smirk in her hair. Neville blushed and looked up at the ceiling, never really comfortable around the two perpetually amorous pairs. Ron immediately turned a shade of red that clashed with his hair.
“Well, that’s not at all what was going on…” he sputtered.
“Oh, Ron, don’t give me that. I’m fairly certain I watched her reattach her bra when you were done as well,” Ginny continued to goad her brother. He made some unintelligible sounds until he simply pulled Neville by the sleeve and left through the portrait door.
“You know, sweetheart,” Harry started as he shook his head at his girl, “you really shouldn’t treat him that way. He could make our lives very uncomfortable.”
“I know, but my whole life I was the butt of so many of his jokes. It’s very rewarding to be able to have some leverage over him.”
“I understand, but,” Harry kissed her, “I think we should be gone before they come back. I have a surprise for you. How about if you give me an hour, and then meet me out on the lower path?”
“What are you up to Harry?” Ginny asked, leaning in to kiss him again.
“Something very special for my very special someone,” he told her kissing her again. Ginny’s heart melted at his words and she nodded. She got up and slid off his lap and he stood and wrapped her up in his arms. “I love you so much, Gin. I don’t know how I got so lucky?”
“No, you’re not the lucky one,” Ginny whispered in his ear, “I am. How many girls can say their guy came back from the dead for them? I love you, too, so much, Harry.” They passionately kissed, lips and tongues moving over one another. It wasn’t until they heard someone clearing their throat behind them. They pulled their lips apart, but arms remained entwined.
“You know, I could still site you two for inappropriate affections in a public place,” Hermione Granger said, her eyebrow cocked in teasing irritation.
“Ah, but you won’t because you’ve done far worse in public with Ron. Front closure bras are hard to stealthily reattach, aren’t they?” Ginny replied. The brown-haired Head Girl blushed and smiled.
“You have far too much of the twins in you, Ginny,” she commented and they all laughed. “Speaking of your brother, do you know where he is?”
“Went down with Neville to breakfast, not too long ago. He should still be there,” Harry answered.
“Keep an eye out for younger students, you two. They don’t need a sex-ed demonstration first thing Saturday morning. I’ll see you later,” Hermione replied before heading out. Another less passionate kiss went between Harry and Ginny before he went to the boys’ dorm and she to the girls’. Ginny set her alarm clock and then crawled back into her bed, figuring she had a good forty minutes to nap before she had to meet Harry outside.
When Ginny’s alarm went off, she got up and charmed her bed to make itself again, and then went and slipped on her own Mum-made sweater--at least she liked the deep purple color of this one--and her heavy boots. She also slipped into Ron’s old pea coat, which she preferred to the multicolored one that her Mum had bought and sent her, and the thick, soft cream colored gloves, hat and scarf that she’d knitted for herself. Her knitting wasn’t as fine as her mother’s, but she was good enough. She and Hermione had gone in together to buy several skeins of good yarn and she had knit gloves and hats for their respective parents and her brothers and their wives or girlfriends, save each other and their boyfriends. For them she went shopping on Diagon Alley.
She put a warming charm on herself as she left the castle and headed out into the cold for the lower path. The snow was already quite deep, well above her knees, and it was continuing to fall at a strong pace. Northern Scotland was a rotten place to spend the winter months, but it was a perfect place for Hogwarts. There were few people of any kind around, so there were fewer Muggles and almost no one ventured outside after the Yule through New Years parties were over until the spring thaw.
Ginny walked a brisk pace, noting how beautiful it was when the snow clung to the branches of the trees, making then look like they were decorated with their very own little white pigmy puffs. It would seem that she could almost make out their sweet little faces in the snow drifts, their small noses twitching to smell the air for danger. As she approached the junction for the lower path, she saw Harry standing, awaiting her. Her heart fluttered and she got a tingle in her stomach each and every time she saw him.
The year on the run and the battle had changed his body. He seemed to have shot up in height while he was away, gaining nearly six inches and was now much closer to her brother’s height rather than that of her and Hermione. He’d always been muscular--all that Quidditch playing does a body good--but their sparse living and having to do so much for themselves had caused different muscles to become better defined. His abdomen was hard and very strongly defined. While his legs were always strong and thick, his arms now mirrored them. The biggest changes, however, were to Harry’s face. Gone was the round cherubic face of his childhood, leaving him with defined cheekbones and a dimpled chin. He’d let his hair grow out and it no longer stuck out in odd ways, but instead laid in lazy waves to his collar. When he went to class he often secured it at the nape of his neck, but on days like today, it just hung free. His thick fringe now also permanently obscured his scar, which was something Harry was glad for.
Harry had finally gotten rid of the round glasses that he’d always worn, instead opting to have his vision magically corrected. It made his green eyes even more vibrant, but they always looked just slightly haunted. He’d watched too many people that he loved die to ever really be left alone by the memories. Ginny hated that about what the war had done to him, but she also knew that time would help, and she hoped that her love would, too.
She thought that her boyfriend was beautiful as he stood there, waiting for her. He hadn’t shaved in several days, which she didn’t mind at all. She’d let it slip a few months ago that she found the scruff very sexy, and now Harry worked to keep it on him when he could, knowing that his girl liked it. His eyes delighted in seeing her and he smiled a crooked smile at her. When she got close, he opened his arms to her and she walked right into his embrace.
“I missed you,” he cooed as he held her.
“It’s only been an hour, Harry,” she teased.
“Still, too long. Come on I can’t get too close to you in all this bulk. Where we’re headed, we can take our coats off,” he explained, and she gave him no argument. She’d much rather be able to feel his body rather than just his down parka. Harry took her right hand, removed her glove and then did the same with his left and stuffed the mismatched gloves into his pocket before producing a large mitten, which he slid up over their intertwined hands.
“You’re a genius,” Ginny exclaimed. Harry shrugged; he just wanted to feel her hand in his.
They made their way to the Whomping Willow and Harry carefully levitated the stick to stun the tree into its frozen pose so they could pass. Ginny knew where this path lead, having used the Marauders Map almost as much as Harry.
“The Shrieking Shack?”
“Yup, funny thing, when I read my parents’ will over the summer, it turns out that Dad’s family owned this old house. Dumbledore had gone to my grandfather to see if they could use it for Remus when he was at school. Granddad agreed, and my father had already met and was friends with Remus before they even got to school. Since he’d known Sirius since he was a kid, the three of them became fast friends the summer before their first year. It made Dumbledore happy that Remus was going to have friends when he got to school, since the rest of his life wasn’t going to be so easy,” Harry explained.
“You come from quite a family, Harry Potter,” Ginny said lovingly as they made their way through the dirt tunnel.
Once inside, Ginny’s breath caught in her throat, and she smiled as Harry slid off first the mitten that held their intertwined hands, then he unbuttoned her jacket and guided it down her arms and off her body. As he removed his own coat, Ginny took off her other glove, her hat and scarf. She looked around what surely was meant to be a sitting room and took it all in.
The room looked better than the rest of the ramshakled house. There was a beautiful settee along one wall, its upholstery in a deep blue across from a blazing fireplace. A thick red carpet was on the floor, large pillows scattered on it. There was also a chaise and footrest across the room, its blue and black stripped and lush covering just calling to her. The entire room had been lit with candles and a bowl with fragrant roses completed the space. Ginny didn’t think that she’d ever seen something quite so remarkable or romantic in her life.
“Oh, Harry, it’s just...” she didn’t have the right word. “You did all this, for me?”
“This was nothing, and it’s not just for you, it’s for me too. I needed to be alone with you, and since we can’t go to your house and find any privacy and I really don’t have any home, I figured this would be enough. You don’t mind then?”
Ginny chose not to answer with words, but instead laced her fingers in with his and pulled him to the chaise, stretching herself down and then inviting him to do the same. When they were both comfortable, her lips attacked his. The kiss started off slow, gentle pecks back and forth, until Ginny took his bottom lip between hers and gave it a gentle suck. It was a move that she knew drove him wild. Harry then assailed her lips with abandon, gently stroking her bottom lip with his tongue before he slid it between her lips to slide and caress hers. The kiss became heavier, stronger until they had to breathe. Reluctant to leave her intimate embrace, Harry trailed a line of sweet kisses down her slender neck, stopping to suck on the spot where her neck and shoulder met, a place that never failed to elicit a moan from his girlfriend. She didn’t disappoint today.
Emboldened by his ministrations, Ginny took Harry’s earlobe between her teeth and gave it a gentle bite. Harry groaned as she did this. Her lips then moved back down his neck, until she reached his Adam’s apple, which she swirled her tongue around. Harry reacted strongly to this, moving his body so that he was now hovering over Ginny, her small frame completely covered by his.
They continued to kiss and nip and tease, hands moving and touching the one that they loved in excited but languid movements. Eventually, their boots and the heavy jumpers that they’d worn ended up on the floor, their bodies instead covered by a thick afghan that kept them warm, but afforded more intimate embraces. Their absolute privacy was so welcomed that they felt no reason to stop until they were both so tired that they couldn’t continue. They curled together, faced the window and watched the snow fall down on both the small town of Hogsmeade and the castle.
Harry produced his rucksack, and Ginny was delighted to find that he’d filled it with sandwiches, crisps, fruit and biscuits. He also had a tall insulated carafe of hot chocolate that warmed as it slid down their throats. They stayed all through the afternoon, only leaving the dilapidated home when the sun hung low in the sky and it was close to time for the evening meal in the Great Hall. They knew that their all day absence would irk her brother, but if they missed supper it would draw attention from others.
When they entered the Great Hall just before their repast, there were eyebrows raised at the Gryffindor table, wondering where the two seventh years had been all day.
“Where were you two?” Neville asked. “We had a snowball fight, boys against the girls. We wanted you for the teams. I tried to get the map out, but it wasn’t in your trunk.”
“I had the map,” Harry told him, as he looked down at Ginny, a hand going to caress her face. “We were enjoying the snow.”
“It was an absolutely beautiful afternoon,” she replied, her eyes locked on those of her boyfriend. “I think we’ll need to enjoy the snow again next Saturday afternoon as well. What do you think, Harry?”
“Absolutely,” he answered before he leaned down to kiss her.
Title: Snowy, Sultry Saturday
Author: mutt_n_feathers
Pairings: Harry/Ginny (primary), Ron/Hermione
Rating: T Word Count: 2881
Summary: Tired of having no real place to be alone in the castle, Harry arranges a special place that he and Ginny can spend an afternoon alone, keeping warm and watching the snow fall.
A Snowy, Sultry Saturday
It was a quiet Saturday morning, the kind where most normal students were sound asleep. Ginny Weasley, however, wasn’t your normal student. She was the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, brilliant at her studies and the girlfriend of the most eligible bachelor in all the wizarding world, Harry Potter. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to still be up in the warm blankets of her bed on the top floor of Gryffindor tower, but if she was there she couldn’t be with her boyfriend, which is where she was now and where she’d always rather be. They’d agreed to awaken early, go to breakfast together, and then snuggle up in the large armchair by the fire in the common room. Ginny was sitting on Harry’s lap, a thick afghan thrown over them. Her head was on his shoulder and she was playing with the hair on his arms that peeked out from under his thick jumper. She couldn’t believe that he was wearing it. Her mother had made it and she thought it was hideous. It’s only redeeming factor was that the dark green of the yarn made Harry’s eyes look even more brilliant than usual. For as much as she despised it, he treasured it. Harry deeply appreciated anything that was done for him by her mother, and that was something she’d never take away from him.
One of Harry’s hands had slipped inside the hem of her jumper, and he was lazily playing with her navel while the other one gently caressed her thigh. Periodically, the pair would kiss each other, gently, languidly. To anyone who saw them, they were the epitome of love, romance and togetherness.
“Isn’t it beautiful?” Ginny said as she looked out the window at the falling snow.
“Definitely,” Harry replied, looking at the face of the girl in his arms. Ginny looked up at him and caught his gaze and immediately blushed.
“I meant the snow outside, the way it’s falling, it’s just so…” she never finished her thought. His lips captured hers again and did their luscious dance. The war had ended just over eight months ago, and from the day after the battle Harry and Ginny hadn’t been separated. They had both struggled with the idea of returning to Hogwarts, but after weighing all their choices, they decided that one normal year, a year without duels and Death Eaters and murder would be a good thing. They were enjoying their chance to be normal teens in love.
Footsteps on the boys’ dormitory stairs caught their attention and they both stopped what they were doing to see who it was. The first through the door was Neville Longbottom, fellow Gryffindor and dorm mate to Harry. He was followed closely by Ginny’s brother, Ron.
“Bloody hell,” he cried out when he saw the pair, “must you be all over each other all the time.”
“We’re not all over each other,” Ginny rebuked, “we’re watching the snow fall and the fire crackle. Harry’s helping to keep me warm.”
“I’m sure he is,” Ron grumpily added. ‘Can’t you do that somewhere else?”
“Sure, since you two are out of our room, we’ll go up there,” Harry suggested. There were only the three boys in their dorm this year. Neither Seamus nor Dean had returned after the war. Both of their families had relocated to escape bad memories.
“No!” Ron decried the idea. “You’ll stay here where I can keep an eye on you.”
“You know, I could say the same thing about you and Hermione,” Ginny retorted. “Do you honestly think that no one noticed that your hand got lost in your girlfriend’s blouse last night?” Harry laughed behind her, hiding his smirk in her hair. Neville blushed and looked up at the ceiling, never really comfortable around the two perpetually amorous pairs. Ron immediately turned a shade of red that clashed with his hair.
“Well, that’s not at all what was going on…” he sputtered.
“Oh, Ron, don’t give me that. I’m fairly certain I watched her reattach her bra when you were done as well,” Ginny continued to goad her brother. He made some unintelligible sounds until he simply pulled Neville by the sleeve and left through the portrait door.
“You know, sweetheart,” Harry started as he shook his head at his girl, “you really shouldn’t treat him that way. He could make our lives very uncomfortable.”
“I know, but my whole life I was the butt of so many of his jokes. It’s very rewarding to be able to have some leverage over him.”
“I understand, but,” Harry kissed her, “I think we should be gone before they come back. I have a surprise for you. How about if you give me an hour, and then meet me out on the lower path?”
“What are you up to Harry?” Ginny asked, leaning in to kiss him again.
“Something very special for my very special someone,” he told her kissing her again. Ginny’s heart melted at his words and she nodded. She got up and slid off his lap and he stood and wrapped her up in his arms. “I love you so much, Gin. I don’t know how I got so lucky?”
“No, you’re not the lucky one,” Ginny whispered in his ear, “I am. How many girls can say their guy came back from the dead for them? I love you, too, so much, Harry.” They passionately kissed, lips and tongues moving over one another. It wasn’t until they heard someone clearing their throat behind them. They pulled their lips apart, but arms remained entwined.
“You know, I could still site you two for inappropriate affections in a public place,” Hermione Granger said, her eyebrow cocked in teasing irritation.
“Ah, but you won’t because you’ve done far worse in public with Ron. Front closure bras are hard to stealthily reattach, aren’t they?” Ginny replied. The brown-haired Head Girl blushed and smiled.
“You have far too much of the twins in you, Ginny,” she commented and they all laughed. “Speaking of your brother, do you know where he is?”
“Went down with Neville to breakfast, not too long ago. He should still be there,” Harry answered.
“Keep an eye out for younger students, you two. They don’t need a sex-ed demonstration first thing Saturday morning. I’ll see you later,” Hermione replied before heading out. Another less passionate kiss went between Harry and Ginny before he went to the boys’ dorm and she to the girls’. Ginny set her alarm clock and then crawled back into her bed, figuring she had a good forty minutes to nap before she had to meet Harry outside.
When Ginny’s alarm went off, she got up and charmed her bed to make itself again, and then went and slipped on her own Mum-made sweater--at least she liked the deep purple color of this one--and her heavy boots. She also slipped into Ron’s old pea coat, which she preferred to the multicolored one that her Mum had bought and sent her, and the thick, soft cream colored gloves, hat and scarf that she’d knitted for herself. Her knitting wasn’t as fine as her mother’s, but she was good enough. She and Hermione had gone in together to buy several skeins of good yarn and she had knit gloves and hats for their respective parents and her brothers and their wives or girlfriends, save each other and their boyfriends. For them she went shopping on Diagon Alley.
She put a warming charm on herself as she left the castle and headed out into the cold for the lower path. The snow was already quite deep, well above her knees, and it was continuing to fall at a strong pace. Northern Scotland was a rotten place to spend the winter months, but it was a perfect place for Hogwarts. There were few people of any kind around, so there were fewer Muggles and almost no one ventured outside after the Yule through New Years parties were over until the spring thaw.
Ginny walked a brisk pace, noting how beautiful it was when the snow clung to the branches of the trees, making then look like they were decorated with their very own little white pigmy puffs. It would seem that she could almost make out their sweet little faces in the snow drifts, their small noses twitching to smell the air for danger. As she approached the junction for the lower path, she saw Harry standing, awaiting her. Her heart fluttered and she got a tingle in her stomach each and every time she saw him.
The year on the run and the battle had changed his body. He seemed to have shot up in height while he was away, gaining nearly six inches and was now much closer to her brother’s height rather than that of her and Hermione. He’d always been muscular--all that Quidditch playing does a body good--but their sparse living and having to do so much for themselves had caused different muscles to become better defined. His abdomen was hard and very strongly defined. While his legs were always strong and thick, his arms now mirrored them. The biggest changes, however, were to Harry’s face. Gone was the round cherubic face of his childhood, leaving him with defined cheekbones and a dimpled chin. He’d let his hair grow out and it no longer stuck out in odd ways, but instead laid in lazy waves to his collar. When he went to class he often secured it at the nape of his neck, but on days like today, it just hung free. His thick fringe now also permanently obscured his scar, which was something Harry was glad for.
Harry had finally gotten rid of the round glasses that he’d always worn, instead opting to have his vision magically corrected. It made his green eyes even more vibrant, but they always looked just slightly haunted. He’d watched too many people that he loved die to ever really be left alone by the memories. Ginny hated that about what the war had done to him, but she also knew that time would help, and she hoped that her love would, too.
She thought that her boyfriend was beautiful as he stood there, waiting for her. He hadn’t shaved in several days, which she didn’t mind at all. She’d let it slip a few months ago that she found the scruff very sexy, and now Harry worked to keep it on him when he could, knowing that his girl liked it. His eyes delighted in seeing her and he smiled a crooked smile at her. When she got close, he opened his arms to her and she walked right into his embrace.
“I missed you,” he cooed as he held her.
“It’s only been an hour, Harry,” she teased.
“Still, too long. Come on I can’t get too close to you in all this bulk. Where we’re headed, we can take our coats off,” he explained, and she gave him no argument. She’d much rather be able to feel his body rather than just his down parka. Harry took her right hand, removed her glove and then did the same with his left and stuffed the mismatched gloves into his pocket before producing a large mitten, which he slid up over their intertwined hands.
“You’re a genius,” Ginny exclaimed. Harry shrugged; he just wanted to feel her hand in his.
They made their way to the Whomping Willow and Harry carefully levitated the stick to stun the tree into its frozen pose so they could pass. Ginny knew where this path lead, having used the Marauders Map almost as much as Harry.
“The Shrieking Shack?”
“Yup, funny thing, when I read my parents’ will over the summer, it turns out that Dad’s family owned this old house. Dumbledore had gone to my grandfather to see if they could use it for Remus when he was at school. Granddad agreed, and my father had already met and was friends with Remus before they even got to school. Since he’d known Sirius since he was a kid, the three of them became fast friends the summer before their first year. It made Dumbledore happy that Remus was going to have friends when he got to school, since the rest of his life wasn’t going to be so easy,” Harry explained.
“You come from quite a family, Harry Potter,” Ginny said lovingly as they made their way through the dirt tunnel.
Once inside, Ginny’s breath caught in her throat, and she smiled as Harry slid off first the mitten that held their intertwined hands, then he unbuttoned her jacket and guided it down her arms and off her body. As he removed his own coat, Ginny took off her other glove, her hat and scarf. She looked around what surely was meant to be a sitting room and took it all in.
The room looked better than the rest of the ramshakled house. There was a beautiful settee along one wall, its upholstery in a deep blue across from a blazing fireplace. A thick red carpet was on the floor, large pillows scattered on it. There was also a chaise and footrest across the room, its blue and black stripped and lush covering just calling to her. The entire room had been lit with candles and a bowl with fragrant roses completed the space. Ginny didn’t think that she’d ever seen something quite so remarkable or romantic in her life.
“Oh, Harry, it’s just...” she didn’t have the right word. “You did all this, for me?”
“This was nothing, and it’s not just for you, it’s for me too. I needed to be alone with you, and since we can’t go to your house and find any privacy and I really don’t have any home, I figured this would be enough. You don’t mind then?”
Ginny chose not to answer with words, but instead laced her fingers in with his and pulled him to the chaise, stretching herself down and then inviting him to do the same. When they were both comfortable, her lips attacked his. The kiss started off slow, gentle pecks back and forth, until Ginny took his bottom lip between hers and gave it a gentle suck. It was a move that she knew drove him wild. Harry then assailed her lips with abandon, gently stroking her bottom lip with his tongue before he slid it between her lips to slide and caress hers. The kiss became heavier, stronger until they had to breathe. Reluctant to leave her intimate embrace, Harry trailed a line of sweet kisses down her slender neck, stopping to suck on the spot where her neck and shoulder met, a place that never failed to elicit a moan from his girlfriend. She didn’t disappoint today.
Emboldened by his ministrations, Ginny took Harry’s earlobe between her teeth and gave it a gentle bite. Harry groaned as she did this. Her lips then moved back down his neck, until she reached his Adam’s apple, which she swirled her tongue around. Harry reacted strongly to this, moving his body so that he was now hovering over Ginny, her small frame completely covered by his.
They continued to kiss and nip and tease, hands moving and touching the one that they loved in excited but languid movements. Eventually, their boots and the heavy jumpers that they’d worn ended up on the floor, their bodies instead covered by a thick afghan that kept them warm, but afforded more intimate embraces. Their absolute privacy was so welcomed that they felt no reason to stop until they were both so tired that they couldn’t continue. They curled together, faced the window and watched the snow fall down on both the small town of Hogsmeade and the castle.
Harry produced his rucksack, and Ginny was delighted to find that he’d filled it with sandwiches, crisps, fruit and biscuits. He also had a tall insulated carafe of hot chocolate that warmed as it slid down their throats. They stayed all through the afternoon, only leaving the dilapidated home when the sun hung low in the sky and it was close to time for the evening meal in the Great Hall. They knew that their all day absence would irk her brother, but if they missed supper it would draw attention from others.
When they entered the Great Hall just before their repast, there were eyebrows raised at the Gryffindor table, wondering where the two seventh years had been all day.
“Where were you two?” Neville asked. “We had a snowball fight, boys against the girls. We wanted you for the teams. I tried to get the map out, but it wasn’t in your trunk.”
“I had the map,” Harry told him, as he looked down at Ginny, a hand going to caress her face. “We were enjoying the snow.”
“It was an absolutely beautiful afternoon,” she replied, her eyes locked on those of her boyfriend. “I think we’ll need to enjoy the snow again next Saturday afternoon as well. What do you think, Harry?”
“Absolutely,” he answered before he leaned down to kiss her.