It was late at night and Harry sat alone in the common room, in a comfortable armchair. The other students had all gone to bed, the last of which was Hermione who had depearted just a few moments ago, walking up the staircase that lead to the out-of-bounds for him, girls’ dorms.
Harry’s first day at Hogwarts had been tumultuous, to say the least. So much had happened, from somehow not being able to get on to the platform, to him and Ron flying the Weasleys’ car to school, only to hit the Whomping Willow, faling foul of Snape, and missing the Start-of-Term feast. Surely now though, he had arrived at the school. Nothing else could go wrong.
Almsot everyone in the common room had praised his antics, he had been told that he had been daring, and that driving the car into the Whomping Willow had been the coolest thing anyone could have done. Only Hermione had disapproved. She had been so vocal in her admonishments, that he was grateful when she too finally went to bed.
Now he was alone at least, but it seemed not for long. The portrait door swung open once again, and a young girl emerged, a young girl with long red hair that hung loosely down her back. This girl was dressed in Hogwarts robes, under which she was wearing a skirt. Harry looked up at her face, he recognised her at once. He recalled the fleeting moment when their eyes had met at The Burrow before she escaped upstairs. He recalled the day they had first met, when he had asked her mother how to get onto the platform, and this girl had wished him luck.
This was Ginny, Ron’s younger sister, a girl whom Harry only remembered seeing on those two occasions, and then only briefly. Now that they were alone together, he felt it wouldn’t hurt to take a closer look. Harry didn’t move from where he was sitting, but he noted that the girl really was rather pretty, perhaps even beautiful. She had a strong, firm, athletic physique and a well proportioned, fit physique. He was sure that she not only physically strong, but the look in her eyes and the way she held herself spoke of an internal strength, of mind and will. In those few seconds he watched her, she told him without speaking that she was girl that nobody should ever cross.
Yet, when she looked back at him, she did not look pleased at all. Had he done something to offend her? He couldn’t imagine what, but her expression told him otherwise. Whatever might have displeased the girl, the consequences were walking towards him right now. Harry started to look very nervous
Ginny walked at a measured pace, not taking her eyes off him. “There you are, Harry” she began.
“Hello Ginny”
“Shut up!”
Harry, perhaps wisely remand silent.
“I’m really put out with you. Harry, I’ve been looking for you all day?”
“I…”
“I told you to shut up.”
“I really wanted you to be on that train, Harry. I had plans that you disrupted, by avoiding me.”
“But…”
“I’m mindful of something mother once told me, she said I shouldn’t hit a boy when he is wearing glasses.”
“That’s a relief.”
With a single swipe of her hand, Ginny knocked Harry’s glasses onto the floor. She then shomped on them several times with her right foot, crushing the frame and shattering the lenses to the point that it was possible that not even Hermione’s spell could repair them.
“Oops” Harry gulped
Now that Harry was no longer wearing his glasses, it appeared that Ginny had no objections to hitting him. She struck him sharply across the cheek with her right hand, and in that instant Harry was exposed to the full force and fury of Ginny’s strength. A stinging pain shot across his cheek from the point of impact, and Harry could only cry out in sudden agony.
“You dared to hide form me, Harry. You disrupted my plans by avoiding me.” She slapped his other cheek.
“You stole the car, didn’t you Harry. You stole the car and flew it to Hogwarts.” -slap- -slap -slap-
“How did you know.”
“Don’t you DARE insult my intelligence” -another slap
“Aaargh! Sorry!”
“You weren’t here for my sorting either, Harry” -extremely hard slap “I had plans for you there too.”
By now, tears were falling freely down Harry’s cheeks.
“What were your plans?”
At that moment, Ginny’s expression turned from one of outrage, to a hungry, almost predatory look, as she glanced down at Harry, sitting there, openly crying from her assualt.
“I’ll show you” she purred.
“I can’t see much without my glasses” he pointed out.
“You won’t need to see anything, I am sure you will feel my answer soon enough.
Harry was sure she was going to slap him again.
She didn’t though.
“Ginny turned around and stood direcly in front of him, so her back was towards him.
Then she sat
She sat, and sat firmly upon the chair that Harry was occupying, and upon the boy himself.”
“Ginny. You’re sitting on me.”
“Don’t repeat the obvious Harry”
“Why?”
“You wanted to know what my plans were. Now you know. I may have started a little later than planned, but I am sitting on you now so you may as well enjoy it.”
She laughed.
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