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1-- H/G
2-- Post DH, Pre Epilogue
3-- Harry and Ginny are attending a party marking the fifth anniversary of Voldemort's demise and find a coat closet.
4-- PG-NC-17 up to you.
The applause died down and Harry waved one last time to the crowd before descending the stairs and returning to the table to join Ginny, Ron and Hermione.
"Well, done, mate. You only stumbled over your words five times," Ron teased.
"Shut up. I didn't see you up there embarrassing yourself," Harry sat back, downing a glass of champagne.
"I'm not the bloody Boy Who Lived Twice, now am I?" Ron pointed out with a smile.
"He's not a boy anymore, Ron," Ginny said suggestively. "He hasn't been one for nearly four years." She reached down underneath the table and squeezed Harry's inner thigh, making him jump a bit.
"Ginny, is that really necessary? I don't think you two need to have an argument tonight," Hermione said with a bit of irritation.
"Well, I'm just wondering when I can leave. I hate these things," Harry muttered, loosening his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket. Ginny squeezed his thigh again, sending a large amount of blood to that region of his body.
Ginny looked up and caught his eye, nodding toward the door of the ballroom imperceptibly before rising from her chair.
"Excuse me, I need to use the ladies," she announced, giving Harry's back a little rub.
"You need a drink, Ron?" Harry got up and left the table without waiting for an answer, leaving Ron and Hermione staring off after him.
"They're going to have sex in the bathroom, aren't they?" Ron mused, biting off the end of a breadstick.
"I'm afraid so, Ron," Hermione answered, taking a sip of her wine and sighing.
1-- H/G
2-- Post DH, Pre Epilogue
3-- Harry and Ginny are attending a party marking the fifth anniversary of Voldemort's demise and find a coat closet.
4-- PG-NC-17 up to you.
The applause died down and Harry waved one last time to the crowd before descending the stairs and returning to the table to join Ginny, Ron and Hermione.
"Well, done, mate. You only stumbled over your words five times," Ron teased.
"Shut up. I didn't see you up there embarrassing yourself," Harry sat back, downing a glass of champagne.
"I'm not the bloody Boy Who Lived Twice, now am I?" Ron pointed out with a smile.
"He's not a boy anymore, Ron," Ginny said suggestively. "He hasn't been one for nearly four years." She reached down underneath the table and squeezed Harry's inner thigh, making him jump a bit.
"Ginny, is that really necessary? I don't think you two need to have an argument tonight," Hermione said with a bit of irritation.
"Well, I'm just wondering when I can leave. I hate these things," Harry muttered, loosening his tie and shrugging off his suit jacket. Ginny squeezed his thigh again, sending a large amount of blood to that region of his body.
Ginny looked up and caught his eye, nodding toward the door of the ballroom imperceptibly before rising from her chair.
"Excuse me, I need to use the ladies," she announced, giving Harry's back a little rub.
"You need a drink, Ron?" Harry got up and left the table without waiting for an answer, leaving Ron and Hermione staring off after him.
"They're going to have sex in the bathroom, aren't they?" Ron mused, biting off the end of a breadstick.
"I'm afraid so, Ron," Hermione answered, taking a sip of her wine and sighing.
