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Serendipity Chapter 12

I rushed eagerly out of practice, excited to get home and start preparing for my date. I could just tell that he was going to put a lot of thought and effort into it and it was only natural that I should reciprocate.

I showered and shaved, taking time to rub sweet smelling lotion on my skin. It was still frigid outside but I had confidence in my warming charms.

I styled my hair with my wand, creating a series of loose waves and curls draping down my back. I grabbed my most comfortable strapless bra (only joking, all strapless bras are uncomfortable) and picked out knickers to match. I took my time applying my makeup, trying out new charms here and there. I didn't want to overdo it though - I wanted to look like myself.

My dress was the big question. I had taught myself a variety of clothing alteration and transfiguration spells that allowed me to appear like I never repeated an outfit (if I wasn't feeling lazy that is). I decided on a navy blue dress. It was a full length simple ball gown that I had bought for a ministry function a few months ago. It was much too plain for a special date. And at the same time it was also much too formal.

I started out by shortening the dress to tea length. That was the best really because it would fit in at a fancy restaurant or be classy enough for an opera. I changed the colour a few shades darker. Next I set to work on the neckline, dipping it considerably to distract Harry when I wanted, and adding two small straps. I tried it on but it still was missing something. I paced over to my vanity, looking for earrings and inspiration at the same time. When I spotted my favourites, the silver phoenix ones that had sparkly tails, I had it! I slipped on the earrings and went to my mirror. I altered the fabric on the upper half of my dress to have a bunch of silver feathers on the fabric. If you looked at my earrings, it was almost as if the phoenix was shedding its feathers onto my dress. I was very pleased with my dress! It was probably my favourite transformation yet.

I slipped on my silver heels and added cushioning charms for good measure. I was applying a coat of lip gloss when I heard a knock at the door. Snitches buzzed in my stomach as I hurried to answer it, eager to see the expression on Harry's face.

I threw open the door and my smile fell. On my doorstep was my brother, Ron. Shite, I need to get rid of him before Harry arrives!

"Ron! What a surprise! What brings you here?"

He eyed me suspiciously, taking in my formal attire. "Where are you going dressed up like that?"

Angry that he was trying to protect me when I didn't need any protection, I blurted out, "I don't believe that's any of your business."

"Of course it is! I'm your brother!"

I sighed dramatically as he barged into my flat. He was looking around, trying to find my date who had not yet arrived. "You could just use 'hominem revelio' you know. No one else is here though."

He scoffed, "So you expect me to believe that you dress up like that after quidditch practice to sit around in your flat?"

I was getting mad. "I have a date but he's not here yet! Now what do you want?!"

"Dad's birthday is coming up soon and I wanted to see if you would help throw his surprise party. And I'm sorry, Gin. I know you don't need me, especially with six other brothers...well five now."

There was an awkward silence as we both fought back tears. Fred's passing was still not easy to talk about. It was one of the reasons I had trouble sleeping at night. Sometimes I would dream that he was calling out to me for help during the battle of Hogwarts. I would run up and down every corridor, screaming his name and throwing curses but I could never find him in time. That was what I had discussed with Healer Pye this afternoon. It had been tough, I shed a lot of tears. Now they were threatening to ruin my makeup and make a reappearance.

Harry chose that moment to step out of the floo. He had a huge grin on his face, followed by confusion when he saw Ron standing in my living room, and then panic. He exchanged glances with me but I simply shrugged my shoulders.

Looking dashingly handsome, clean shaven, and wearing an expensive looking suit that fit him perfectly, it was very clear that Harry Potter was going on a date. I sighed in resignation, "The jig is up," I smiled, remembering Fred and George yelling that when our mother would catch on to their schemes. Sometimes they would yell it as a diversion so she could find one while the other carried out the mission of mischief. I missed Fred so much. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts. "Ron, Harry and I are going on a date tonight. And yes, I will help you with dad's surprise party."

Ron was still staring at Harry, his brow scowling, and his wand shooting blue sparks onto my rug. "Your friend with benefits was my little sister!? What the FUCK WERE YOU THINKING!?" He erupted.

Harry sighed and handed me a small bouquet of roses he had been holding behind his back. "Ginny, would you give us a moment, please?"

I was a little surprised at his tone. He was perfectly calm. It appeared as if I wouldn't be needed to break up a fight...or stun Ron to keep him from blowing up my flat. At least not at the present moment. I took my bouquet and walked back into my bedroom. I pressed my ear against the door and wished I had an extendable ear to eavesdrop better.

All I could hear was the murmuring of Harry's voice. I could hear the rise and fall of the cadence of words but I couldn't make much out of it. Presumably he was describing our relationship? Perhaps it was good thing I wasn't in there. I really didn't want to watch my brother learn about my sex life. I could hear Ron say something, he still sounded angry.

I heard chairs being moved, were they going to duel? I threw open the door and dashed down the hall, my heels making a racket as I did so. I was just in time to see Harry take off his glasses and say, "Go on then." And see my idiot brother smash his fist into his face!

Ron fell to the floor in a body bind before his fist returned to his side. I ran to Harry's side to inspect his wound. "Are you alright? What happened? I'm so sorry!"

Harry pulled his hand away, revealing a bloody nose. I summoned a tea towel and pressed it against his nose.

"You don't need to do that," he said, sounding strange through the tea towel.

"Of course I do, what are you talking about?"

"You didn't need to stun Ron. We were having it out. I told him to do it. Let him go, I'm fine, Ginny."

I sighed and released my brother.

He dropped his arm with a sigh of relief. He slowly pushed himself to his feet and gave Harry a nod. "Right, see you two later." And he left.

"What the hell was that all about?!" I asked Harry. He sat down and put his head between his legs, no doubt trying to get the bleeding to stop.

"Sorry, priorities." I mumbled as I summoned another clean tea towel. I vanished the blood soaked one and pressed the clean one to his face. Harry put his glasses back on.

"Do you want me to fix your nose?"

"Yeah, after the bleeding stops."

I rose from my crouched position and went to the kitchen for some ice. I wrapped that in a third tea towel, mentally reminding myself to buy some more at the market. It seemed as if I wouldn't have any left after tonight.

I handed the bundle of ice to Harry and settled onto the couch beside his chair. "I think it's stopped," Harry said with a muffled voice after a few minutes had passed.

I pointed my wand at his nose and said, "Episkey." I heard the sickening pop which made my face hurt in sympathy. I had taken a couple of bludgers and elbows to the face during quidditch. Harry winced but simply stood and went to the bathroom to wash the blood from his face and hands.

When he returned back into the parlour he said, "I'm sorry, that wasn't how I expected this night to start. Ron and I had it out. Sometimes you just need to get your anger out, you know?"

I nodded. Although it was stupid, a lot of problems were solved among my brothers with a few punches.

"Shall we?" He held out my coat and we walked out to the apparition point behind my flat. We appeared in downton London.

The winter light was fading quickly, the street lights were coming on. I slipped my hand inside Harry's as we walked. He gave my hand a squeeze and then tucked our hands in his pocket. "Your hands are cold, we are almost there."

My fingers felt a silky, thin material in his pocket. Curiosity got the best of me as I unlinked my fingers from his and pulled out my knickers! Harry began to blush about the same time I did as we both frantically tried to push the knickers back into his pocket. A nervous giggle escaped my lips and soon we were both laughing like a couple of nutters as Harry guided me into a posh hotel that twisted its steel frame up the the sky at an interesting angle.

With his hand on the small of my back, he guided me into a fancy bar. He helped me out of my coat and pulled out a high barstool for me. I managed to hoist myself up without looking too awkward in my dress and heels. Over a glass of wine for me and a pint of beer for Harry, we reminisced about the time we played hide and go sex. I vaguely remembered stuffing knickers into a coat pocket whilst hiding in a coat closet.

"I'd love to play that again, you know," he said, green eyes sparkling mischievously behind his glasses.

I smiled in return, taking a sip of my wine. "Yes that was quite fun. I wish my flat was large enough."

"What if we bought a monstrous castle then? We could hardly run out of room then."

I laughed, "A sex castle? There's an idea."

"Well we could use it for other things too. Maybe we could hide Christmas presents there too."

I snorted inelegantly at his dry humour. "You wouldn't want to live there full time then?"

He shrugged a shoulder, "It depends I suppose. I wouldn't want to live in a huge castle by myself. I think I've always loved castles though. Especially since Hogwarts, it was the only place that ever felt like home, you know?"

I nodded and then felt the need to clarify, "I understand. Although the Burrow was always very homey, I always felt a relief each September when I came back to school and was back in my four poster in Gryffindor tower. So Grimmauld Place doesn't feel like home to you?"

He fiddled with the thick white tablecloth before replying, "Not really. It mostly feels like I'm living in someone else's house. I've tried changing things to make it more of my own, but..." he trailed off as the waiter approached and asked if we would like another round.

Harry responded, "No thanks, we have a reservation upstairs."

"Very good, sir," and the waiter left the bill. Harry produced some muggle money and helped me out of my barstool.

"So what's upstairs?"

Harry pushed the top floor button in the lift, 32. He smiled, "Just a fancy restaurant with a good view."

The doors opened and I couldn't help the gasp that escaped my lips! All around us was floor to ceiling glass. The entire city of London stretched out in every possible direction. The sky was half blue, half black as the maitre'd lead us to our table. Our table possibly had the best view. The Thames River stretched across the view and the various skyscrapers were dotting the night sky.

"Harry, this is so lovely."

"Not nearly as lovely as you."

I tore my gaze away from the river to see if he was in earnest but when my eyes met his, it was clear he thought so. His green eyes held so much love, I thought my heart would burst! I wanted to crawl in his lap and leave lipstick stains all over his face to show him how I felt. I opted for linking my fingers through his and squeezing his hand.

We got a smoked salmon flatbread with cream cheese and chives for a starter. For dinner, I ordered the orecchiette pasta with girolle mushrooms and spring truffle while Harry had the beef tenderloin. For dessert we split a chocolate brownie sundae. I was so full and happy! Harry snatched the bill away, presumably so I couldn't see the total. I didn't want to even think about the cost of this meal! But the gesture was so sweet, I didn't want to ruin it by protesting.

"Our next stop is down a few floors to the Shangri-La Hotel. I got us a suite, if that's alright with you." He looked slightly nervous as he tucked his billfold back into his pocket and came over to my side of the table to pull out my chair.

I smiled at the gesture. "Of course it is."

We shared a companionable silence on the way down the hotel. I had snitches fluttering in my stomach. I confess our abstinence break was hard on me. Probably not as hard as it was on Harry, but still difficult. I had to catch myself a few times from rolling over in the middle of the night and waking him up for some love making.

Harry led the way to our suite. The carpet was thick and plush, the walls were papered with a thick creamy paper with abstract modern designs. He produced a plastic keycard from his suit pocket and opened the door somehow with it. I gasped when I saw the room.

A large bed dressed in a bunch of white pillows with thick white bedclothes sat on the left side of the room. On the right side, floor to ceiling windows looked out on the London night sky. It was almost a continuation of our view from dinner! And in the corner were two broomsticks!

I pointed and turned to Harry, "Are those…"

Harry smirked. "Yes, I had them brought here for us. I was hoping you would accompany me on a midnight broom ride along the Thames?"

I laughed, "I would love that, but I hope you packed me clothes! Not really dressed for the occasion."

Harry nodded over at a suitcase by the adjoining water closet. "Of course, Love."

A wide grin broke out across my face. He called me, "Love!" I opened the suitcase and pulled out two pairs of jeans and jumpers. I tossed the larger pair to Harry and began to tear off my clothes in my excitement. I looked up as I was fastening my jeans. Harry looked frozen, still standing in his suit, holding his jeans. His eyes were drinking in my body. I suddenly felt sexy under his gaze.

"Harry!"

He blinked and shook his head to the side, "Yes?"

"Are you flying in your suit?"

He finally started moving, losing his tie first. I had finished dressing by the time he was unbuttoning his shirt. What was it about a man in a suit? I felt my knickers grow damp watching him toss his shirt onto a chair.

He quickly tossed his pants on the same chair and tugged on his jeans, blushing a little as he noticed I was the one now staring. He was half-erect already. After he pulled on his jumper, he wrapped his arms around me and planted a kiss on the top of my forehead. I sighed and snuggled in closer.

"Ready to have some fun?"

Although I would have been perfectly happy to stay in this posh room and snog him senseless, flying along the Thames was too tempting to pass up. I nodded and felt a disillusionment spell wash over my body. I glanced at my reflection in the glass and could barely make myself out.

"You're quite good at that spell," I complimented as I grabbed a broom. When I looked up, I could barely see him. I handed him the other broom.

We held hands and went up to the rooftop. There was yet another bar on the roof. No one even glanced in our direction as we mounted our brooms and flew off of the building, sending a gust of wind in our wake.

We started out slowly winding our way through the buildings, closer to the Thames. The cool night air pulled at my hair and coat. Perhaps since it was darker, I could see Harry's face better. Or maybe it was because I knew where to look? Either way, he looked so sexy, leaning forward on his broom, hair flying back, zig-zagging around boats with me. He smiled back at me, making my heart skip a beat.

My favourite part of night was when we passed Parliament! It was all lit up, we had to fly by it twice so I could take in the detail.

We rode back to the hotel, going faster than before. I think we were both looking forward to finally making love again.

On the lift back to our room, we were alone. Harry pinned me against the wall and tilted my face back to meet his lips. They were cold from our ride but eventually warmed as I crashed my lips against his again and again. His hands caressed my body and ended up hooking behind my knees, pulling me up and against the lift's wall. He ground his hips into mine. I could feel his erection rock hard straining against our jeans. All too soon the lift doors were opening, putting on an embarrassing show for two muggles. I blushed as Harry chuckled and put me back on the floor, leading me out of the lift and back to our hotel room.

I recovered from my embarrassment as soon as the door closed. I grabbed fistfuls of Harry's jumper and shoved him on the bed. His face lit up when my hands pulled off my jumper, tantalizingly slow. My bra was next, followed by my denims. I turned around to give him a good view when I took off my knickers. Harry pulled me on his lap before I managed to turn around. His hands were cupping my breasts, teasing, them and pulling gently on my nipples. One hand snaked down to stimulate my clit as he trailed kisses down my neck.

My head fell backwards onto Harry's shoulder as he fingered me and my clit. I was already so close to orgasm. I turned around on Harry's lap and began unfastening his trousers, freeing his eager member. Harry tossed his jumper aside, causing his glasses to fly off onto the duvet behind us. I straddled him again, tilting my head down to kiss him greedily. Our tongues danced as I positioned myself right above his quivering member. I sat down quickly, covering him completely. We both moaned into each other's mouths at the heady sensation.

I began to rock back and forth, then up and down, enjoying how his cock could reach every angle I could think of. I ended up pushing Harry back onto the bed, riding him like a thestral or a broomstick. Harry's hands came up to play with my breasts again, they were teasing him, bouncing inches away from his face. I climaxed when he started playing with my clit. I felt him explode inside of me a moment later.

I leaned down and planted a chaste kiss on his lips. I got up and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Harry went in to brush his teeth while I rummaged around for a shirt to sleep in. He slipped into bed behind me, spooning his body around mine.

"Thank you for a lovely evening, Harry."

"You're welcome, it was a great night." Harry turned off the lights and pulled me closer, his chest pressed against my back. "Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"Do you know….erm….that is….I've been thinking a lot lately and...um," Harry trailed off awkwardly. He took a deep breath and tried again, "You know I love you, right?"

I huge grin stretched my cheeks as I replied, "I was beginning to suspect, especially after tonight but it's nice to hear, all the same. I love you too, Harry."