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ficsbydeenas) wrote2008-06-17 09:44 pm
ficsbydeenas) wrote2008-06-17 09:44 pm
Entry tags:
FIC--Promises, Promises
Title: Promises, Promises
Pairing: Harry and Ginny
Parent Story: Silence is Golden
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littlesinner
Prompt: It's a week before Harry and Ginny go shopping with Molly in Silence is Golden and I want to know what it took to persuade Harry to say "yes" so he would come to Diagon Alley with them.
Before I get too far, you’re probably wondering why Hermione wasn’t there. Simple. She was sick. Terribly sick. I mean puking-her-guts-out-while-Ron-held-her-hair-back sick. Well, Ginny went spare, saying that Hermione NEEDED to be there and that we’d just have to reschedule. Mrs. Weasley, on the other hand, reminded Ginny that we wanted to keep the wedding under wraps and Madame Malkin had gone out of her way to close up shop for us after already rescheduling twice.
So guess who was talked into going? Me. Yep, The Boy Who Lived was going dress shopping. Can’t you just picture the headlines?
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"No!"
"Come on, Harry!"
"What part of 'no' don't you understand, Ginny?"
Harry stood up from his chair, sending it clattering to the floor. The thing he dreaded, the thing that was angering him so, was a simple request from his fiancée. She wanted him to go shopping with her.
"You really want me to spend all day with my mother? Alone, in Diagon Alley?" Her tone was angry, but her body language was relaxed. She was bound and determined to win this argument.
"Oh, honestly, Ginny, she's your mother!" He stood at the worktop and ran the tap, filling a glass with cool water.
Ginny walked quietly behind him and leaned against the cool granite.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" She quickly grabbed the glass and drank it before he could protest. Harry stuck out his tongue and made a face.
"It's obvious, isn't it? She got pregnant. She birthed you. Voila!" Harry turned away and smirked at his witty comment.
Ginny stopped him with an arm and swung him around.
"You're going with me."
"Why?" His frustration was building to a fever pitch.
"Think, Harry. Me. My mother. Together. All day. Without mediation."
"Oh…"
"So you'll go, right?"
Ginny ran her hand down his chest, caressing him, teasing him mercilessly.
"Gin…" Harry sighed and groaned at her touch.
"Please?"
"I dunno." He avoided looking directly at her, for if he did, he'd surely lose his nerve.
"Pretty please?"
"It's…shopping." He tried to sound annoyed, but somehow it didn't.
"With a cherry on top?"
"Do I have to?"
"I'll make it worth your while."
"I'm intrigued." His left eyebrow rose curiously.
"Morgana's Menegerie isn't too far from Madam Malkins."
Harry's eyes widened as all sorts of thoughts ran through his mind.
"M—m—Morgana's Menegerie?"
"Yeah. Same place I got that little red number."
He liked that one. A lot.
"Oh."
"And they have these great fitting rooms…nice and…roomy."
"Yeah?" He swallowed deeply and swirled saliva around his mouth to fight the dryness.
"Uh-huh." Ginny pressed her body up against his and reached down to cup his crotch. "So, are you coming with me?"
He didn't miss her double entendre in the least.
"Fuck, yeah." He lifted her onto the counter and showed her exactly how excited he was about coming with her.
Pairing: Harry and Ginny
Parent Story: Silence is Golden
Prompter:
littlesinnerPrompt: It's a week before Harry and Ginny go shopping with Molly in Silence is Golden and I want to know what it took to persuade Harry to say "yes" so he would come to Diagon Alley with them.
Before I get too far, you’re probably wondering why Hermione wasn’t there. Simple. She was sick. Terribly sick. I mean puking-her-guts-out-while-Ron-held-her-hair-back sick. Well, Ginny went spare, saying that Hermione NEEDED to be there and that we’d just have to reschedule. Mrs. Weasley, on the other hand, reminded Ginny that we wanted to keep the wedding under wraps and Madame Malkin had gone out of her way to close up shop for us after already rescheduling twice.
So guess who was talked into going? Me. Yep, The Boy Who Lived was going dress shopping. Can’t you just picture the headlines?
"No!"
"Come on, Harry!"
"What part of 'no' don't you understand, Ginny?"
Harry stood up from his chair, sending it clattering to the floor. The thing he dreaded, the thing that was angering him so, was a simple request from his fiancée. She wanted him to go shopping with her.
"You really want me to spend all day with my mother? Alone, in Diagon Alley?" Her tone was angry, but her body language was relaxed. She was bound and determined to win this argument.
"Oh, honestly, Ginny, she's your mother!" He stood at the worktop and ran the tap, filling a glass with cool water.
Ginny walked quietly behind him and leaned against the cool granite.
"And what's that supposed to mean?" She quickly grabbed the glass and drank it before he could protest. Harry stuck out his tongue and made a face.
"It's obvious, isn't it? She got pregnant. She birthed you. Voila!" Harry turned away and smirked at his witty comment.
Ginny stopped him with an arm and swung him around.
"You're going with me."
"Why?" His frustration was building to a fever pitch.
"Think, Harry. Me. My mother. Together. All day. Without mediation."
"Oh…"
"So you'll go, right?"
Ginny ran her hand down his chest, caressing him, teasing him mercilessly.
"Gin…" Harry sighed and groaned at her touch.
"Please?"
"I dunno." He avoided looking directly at her, for if he did, he'd surely lose his nerve.
"Pretty please?"
"It's…shopping." He tried to sound annoyed, but somehow it didn't.
"With a cherry on top?"
"Do I have to?"
"I'll make it worth your while."
"I'm intrigued." His left eyebrow rose curiously.
"Morgana's Menegerie isn't too far from Madam Malkins."
Harry's eyes widened as all sorts of thoughts ran through his mind.
"M—m—Morgana's Menegerie?"
"Yeah. Same place I got that little red number."
He liked that one. A lot.
"Oh."
"And they have these great fitting rooms…nice and…roomy."
"Yeah?" He swallowed deeply and swirled saliva around his mouth to fight the dryness.
"Uh-huh." Ginny pressed her body up against his and reached down to cup his crotch. "So, are you coming with me?"
He didn't miss her double entendre in the least.
"Fuck, yeah." He lifted her onto the counter and showed her exactly how excited he was about coming with her.