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Ginny Weasley (dh_ginny) wrote in darkesthour_rpg,
@ 2008-04-17 01:24:00

Entry tags:

april 2008, ginny weasley, harry potter

RP: Hello Sir
Date and Time: 17 April, 2008 Evening. Around closing time
Characters: Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley
Location: The Hogs Head
Private/Public: Private
Rating: PG I'm sure
Warnings: A buzzed Ginny might appear. This is your only warning.
Summary: Ginny goes to visit an old friend.
Completion: incomplete

Ginny had gotten off work kind of late and was remembering her visit with Harry at Megan's party. When Ginny got home she told Luna where she was off to, changed, and then went off to visit with her old friend.

Ginny used the Floo to go to Harry. She came out of the fire saw that it was almost closing time. She went over to the bar and sat on a stool. "Hello Sir. Can I have a drink?" She said to him. She had remembered that Harry said no one called him sir for fear of not being served. Ginny looked at him innocently as if she hadn't just called him sir.

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 10:40 am UTC (link)

Ginny raised her eyebrow in challenge. "I'll be hexed? What, are you going to hex my rump green too?"

Ginny giggled and then gave a dramatic sigh. "Well where am I going to find one of those? Maybe I should go get Aberforth. He's a proper bloke who will serve me."

When Harry was facing her, Ginny didn't see the scars that were on his chest. Not because they weren't noticeable. She had spent several nights looking at those scars and a few tracing them while he was sleeping. No, when Ginny looked at Harry, she saw him, Harry, just Harry. The man who was and always will be her first love, emotionally and intimately. She saw a friend she would do anything for, and she saw another person who she considered family. Those scars meant nothing to her, and she hoped Harry knew it.

“All right, all right, I won’t call you ‘sir.” After a moment’s pause Ginny cleared her throat and spoke again. “Hello Ma’am. Can I get a drink?”

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 10:47 am UTC (link)

"I was thinking purple," Harry commented with a little grin, ignoring the jab about Aberforth being a proper bloke. Ha, and he was the Queen!

Harry snorted as Ginny promised not to call him sir and then went on to call him Ma'am instead. Rolling his eyes, he turned back to face her, hands crossed over his chest. It covered the reddish, faded oval-shaped burn scar at the very center of his sternum.

"I haven't got any girl bits, thankyouverymuch." He said with a wrinkle of his nose. "But anything's better than Sir, I suppose. What can I get you, then?"

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 11:05 am UTC (link)

"Purple? Well I think green is more my colour. I think we should go for that. And then I can hex your's gold, and we can run up and down the streets with our little rumps hanging out, and we can suppory the Holyhead Harpies. Angelina would love that, and then poor Oliver would go in shock." Ginny giggled thinking about what kind of headline that would give the Daily Prophet.

"Well you have enough girls eyeing your bits, so I don't see the difference." Ginng said with a teasing wink. "I don't know what I want. What can you make that will just wow me? Long day with Madame Malkin. A nice drink would be nice."

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 11:13 am UTC (link)

"Gold? Why does mine have to be gold? I want green, then my bum will match my eyes!" Harry shot back playfully, grinning. He blushed a bit as Angelina's name was mentioned, memories of the night he shared with her hitting him full force. Instead of leaving him with a sort of warm, fond feeling, he was left feeling slightly dirty. He shook the sensation away, rolling his eyes as Ginny mentioned his 'bits'.

"Please. I hardly have girls throwing themselves at me, or my bits." He said, turning away again without another word. He went about the bar, pouring and mixing, adding some whipped cream before shaking it all together and finally handing her a frothy green concoction. "Drink up, miss 'Green is my colour'."

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 11:37 am UTC (link)

"You can't have green! I get to have green. Seriously Harry, I swear we've been through this a million times. I always get green." Ginny was in mid-smile when she saw Harry blush a bit. She thought back to what he said and decided it must have been because of the talking about his bits.

"Oh my poor, dear, Harry, still as naive as ever. You still don’t see all of those witches drooling when you walk down the street, do you?” Ginny laughed and went on to explain to Harry what the ladies really did as he made a drink for her. “Well, speaking from memories of walking around with you, girls would smile at you as you passed, but then they would turn and stare at your arse until one of two things happen. One, your arse left their line of sight, or two, they ran into something.”

When Harry set the drink down in front of her she looked at it curiously. She had never had a green drink before. “You do know I was kidding about the green rump, right?”

Ginny picked up the drink and took a sip. It tasted great, a little sweet, but slightly creamy and fruity. It was nice and smooth, and Ginny could taste any of the alcohol. “Harry, this is amazing! It’s just fabulous. Maybe my new favorite, even though there is no alcohol, which is something I was hoping for.”

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 11:45 am UTC (link)

"You know you just like green because it reminds you of my eyes," Harry teased back, finally sticking out his tongue. Hah, he'd got her on that one!

"You've gone mad, you have!" He exclaimed, laughing softly. He raised an eyebrow as his arse was brought up. "I must have a better bum than I thought; someone recently said that I have a 'fine arse'. Strange, I've never really thought twice about it."

He watched as Ginny took a sip of her drink, smirking as she commented on the lack of alcohol.

"Love, there's plenty of alcohol in that drink. You can't taste it, but just have a smell." He advised with a grin, knowing that it would smell of vodka, an almost rubbing alcohol burn in the nose. The drink was one of his favourites to serve 'lighties', people who didn't like the taste of alcohol but wanted its 'benefits'.

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 12:07 pm UTC (link)

Ginny was speechless for a moment. She couldn't believe Harry had just got her, but she couldn't let him believe that. "You caught me. I just can't get enough of your eyes. I try my hardest to match that green that seems to twinkle when you truly laugh, but it just seems impossible. So from now on, every day I will have to look into your eyes and have my dose of green filled for the day."

Ginny smiled at him and then spoke to him teasingly. "Yes Harry, I have. Mad with jealousy. Every time I see those girls looking, I'm just so envious."

Ginny's eyes went huge with surprise. "Someone said you have a fine arse? I mean someone besides me? Who?"

Ginny sniffed the drink carefully was surprised she could smell the alcohol. "Vodka? Harry, it's brilliant. I love it."

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 12:14 pm UTC (link)

Harry snorted. Literally snorted, and then leveled her with his most mischievous look.

"Need I mention the singing Valentine? What was it, pickled-toad green or something?" He reminded of her, smirking with self-satisfaction.

"They're the ones that should be jealous," He commented, wiggling his eyebrows a little. He wasn't usually one to bring up their past, but he'd hit the bottle a bit that night and it was just then starting to have more of an effect on his inhibitions.

"Is that such a bloody surprise, someone other than you appreciating my bum?" He asked, laughing. "If you must know, it was Marcus Flint who said it. More than once...then there was this fruity bloke at the alcohol distributor. Stared at me like I was a piece of meat, that one did!"

"Mmm, it's a Muggle drink called a 'Scooby Snack'. No idea why it's called that, but it tastes damn good." He informed her, pouring himself a pint of hard cider and taking a long drink. "There are all sorts of gorgeous drinks that Muggles have come up with. Loads of them get you drunk off your arse but you can't taste the alcohol."

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 12:32 pm UTC (link)

Ginny's jaw dropped in surprise. “No Harry, there is no need to bring up that horrible waste of time and words that others might consider a poem.” Ginny took another sip of her drink and shook her head. “That is just low, Harry James Potter. Very low.”

Ginny laughed at Harry’s wiggling eyebrows. “And what exactly do they have to be jealous of? I’m an ex from a long time ago, what is it? Nine years now? It couldn’t be that I’m the only one you’ve ever shagged because that can’t possibly be true. So please Harry, share your brilliant wisdom.” Ginny finished off put her elbow on the counter and her chin into her hand.

Ginny thought about his question for a moment before she answered. “Well, if it wasn’t Marcus Flint saying it, I would have to say I was very surprised. I don’t think there is another person besides us who could say it without fear of being hexed across the room.” Ginny laughed and thought of Marcus. “And what you do mean ‘if I must know’? Of course I must know! How else would I know who to stalk with my jealous rage? But maybe I won’t stalk Marcus. I liked him.”

“Well that is an odd name, but I love it. I feel tonight is a night for drinking. What else can you make?”

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 12:42 pm UTC (link)

Harry said nothing more about the singing Valentine, just grinning. It was an embarrassing experience for both of them. For her because everyone pretty much knew that she'd done it, and for him because he'd all been attacked and sat on while it was sung to him.

"Hey, you don't give yourself enough credit," He said, frowning a bit as he became a bit more serious. "You'll never just be an 'ex' in my mind, Ginny. You were my first, my only...and I'll have you know that I've only ever been intimate with one other person and that, well...I'm not very proud of it."

Colour rose to his face; he could feel it burning from his neck to his cheeks to the tips of his ears.

"I would have hexed him if I wasn't so surprised, and for the fact that we were in the middle of a very crowded Muggle London," He hurried on, glad for the change of subject. "Ha! Wait, what? You liked him? When did you run into Marcus?"

At her question of what else Harry could make, he moved around the bar once again pouring and mixing, this time using about 8 or 9 different bottles before placing two half-full glasses of a murky orange-y pink liquid.

"This is...heavy. More citrus-y, about seven or eight different liquors in it." He explained, trying to keep his mind on business and the art-science of drink making. "Tastes great but a few of these and you'll be naked singing the national anthem in Latin."

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 02:17 pm UTC (link)

Ginny saw the grin on his face and knew he must still be thinking about that Valentine. She stuck her tongue out at him and shook her head. "And don't even think about it again."

Ginny saw that Harry had taken on a tone of voice that was a little more serious then it was before. Ginny faced him straight on and looked up into his face. "Don't blow up my ego any bigger Harry. I might have to start that fan club again."

She reached out her hand palm up and open so Harry could take it if he chose. "You'll never be just an ex for me either, Harry. To be honest I’ve never been as close to another as I have with you. I may have dated others before and after you, but I never loved before you, and I have yet to love after you.” Ginny gave a small laugh. “You’re lucky you’ve at least gotten shagged once, I haven’t been with anyone since you. And Merlin does that kill. I’m half tempted to get you drunk off your arse so I can at least get something.” She finished with a teasing grin.

Ginny was very curious as to who he had slept with that he wasn’t so proud of. But she didn’t think that this was the time to ask about it. Ginny laughed when he jumped on the change of subject. Ginny on the other hand, not so much. “Well, I was hanging out with Luna one night, back in January, and we went to his club. I actually didn’t know who he was. Well Luna and I caught his eye, and he caught mine. And well, he’s a great kisser.”

Ginny tried the new drink. Harry was right, it was heavy. And the grapefruit stood out. “Oh I like this one too. And if it can make me sing in Latin it must be magical. But you know what a light-weight I am. So you drink up too, I can’t be the only one naked in here.”

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 02:37 pm UTC (link)

"Maybe I should tell Teddy that story...he'd get a kick out of it," Harry teased, letting a quite evil smile settle onto his face for a brief moment.

"Fan club?! There was no bloody fan club and you damn well know it!" He insisted, throwing up his hands as he gave a feigned frustrated laugh.

Harry's smile softened to something tender, a vulnerable look that only Ginny had ever seen. He took her offered hand, bringing it to his lips for a gentle kiss.

"At least we have something in common there," He murmured with a wistful sigh, a pang of guilt shooting through him. They'd never stopped being friends but he still blamed himself for their break up, he'd been too emotionally unstable, too guilt-ridden to be that close to anyone. "I wouldn't call it luck, Ginny. There's a huge difference between shagging and...y'know...making love." He felt himself blush again as he said it, looking down at their joined hands. "Shagging is just...I don't know, sort of dirty. It's great in the moment but...I didn't feel good afterwards."

He shook his head, thinking about how ridiculous and corny he sounded. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her comment about getting him drunk.

"Love, you never need to get me drunk to, what was it, 'get something'?" He informed her, somewhere between gently and teasingly. "I think it'd always be making love for me." He shrugged and let his hand drop away from hers, picking up his shot and raising it in a toast.

"To drunken singing in languages we don't even know," He toasted with a bit of an uneasy grin before tipping back, taking back the large shot.

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dh_ginny
2008-04-17 03:26 pm UTC (link)

Ginny leveled Harry with a don't you dare look. "Do and I will hex your arse. Don't think I wouldn't Harry. I'm half tempted to go around this bar and kick your arse right now."

"Of course there was no fan club. I was just kidding." Ginny said in a voice that obviously said otherwise.

Ginny's heart melted just a little when Harry kissed her hand. Yup, she would never stop loving Harry, and while she was positive one day she would love another, that love wouldn't be like what Harry and she have. ‘Harry, I'm sorry for it not working out between us. If I hadn't been so--, I don't know, crazy after, well everything that went on, I think we might have been able to make it work. But I was dealing with all of my emotional baggage, and I wasn’t there for you. And who knows where we could have been today if I had stood by your side. Who knows what kind of man you would be if I did. It’s my fault Harry, and I’m sorry.’ The words she has always wanted to say to him are the words she fears she will never be able to say.

Ginny looked down at their hands to keep tears from springing up in her eyes as Harry said that just shagging was dirty. “I know there is a difference Harry, and a part of me is glad I didn’t do it. But Harry, my curiosity is getting the better of me. Who did you sleep with?”

“That’s quite the mental note. When wanting a drunk shag with Harry, must remember he doesn’t need to be drunk to make love with you. Now I know why all those girls should be jealous of me.” Ginny said half heartedly, still thinking back to what she really wanted to say to him.

Ginny grabbed the new drink Harry had made for her and toasted with him. “To nude drunken singing in languages we don’t even know. Don’t think I’ve forgotten that part of the deal.” Ginny took a big drink of the orange-y pink drink. She put the glass down and coughed. “Wow, it is strong.”

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dh__harry
2008-04-17 03:42 pm UTC (link)

"Of course I wouldn't do that, besides. I'm afraid of what you might tell him about me!" Harry admitted with a sheepish grin. "He doesn't know a whole lot about my days at Hogwarts. I prefer to keep it that way until he's ready to hear it all." He shrugged, giving her a suspicious look at her unconvincing reassurance that there was no fan club. Well, at least they didn't have badges or anything. Or did they?

"I don't know if I should say," He replied hesitantly. "You know her, and I don't want to cause problems between mates or anything. We just had a brief...thing." He shrugged it away, running a hand through his messy hair. It was still chilly and he could feel goosebumps rising on his pale skin, which made him shiver a bit.

"Damn right, though if you'd like to get me drunk beforehand you're more than welcome." He said with a bit of a grin. "If you have any, ehm...kinky, fantasies, well..." He trailed off, colour burning his cheeks again as he flashed a naughty, sheepish grin.

"Oh fine, to drunken singing in languages et cetera..." He corrected himself, gesturing to her drink. "Yes, it is strong. Now finish up!"

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