Give Her Time

Chapter 1 – Moving and Convincing


Remus unloaded the last of the boxes onto the floor. He had been moving all morning, and while magic helped, moving was still a chore; nothing could make him believe moving wasn’t really so bad. The dust, the heat, and worst of all, the junk, always got him in a bad mood. If going through your belongings and realizing you were just a packrat wasn’t troubling enough, then there’s the fact that it’s all your stuff. Proof that you are, in fact, alone.

Wiping the sweat off his forehead, Remus opened a box. Ah, yes – his collection of Muggle Beanie Babies. He always meant to throw them away, but every time he moved, he lugged it with him. Good thing they were going right back in the box and under his bed.

“Ummm…” came the feminine voice clearing in his door way. A wave of mortification washed through him. Only one woman he knew could possibly be standing in his doorway, catching him going through his collection. The only woman he didn’t want to know about his weakness for them. Ginny Weasley Longbottom stood in his doorway, a devilish smile playing across her

\"Are those all yours or are you \'keeping them for a friend’?” Ginny asked, not even trying to hide her amusement.

Remus felt his face flush. It wasn’t like she’d caught him playing with the stupid things, but just having them in an open box in front of him was incriminating enough.

\"I don\'t actually want to talk about it,\" he said, trying to put the lid back on the box.

\"Ohh, come now, Remus. You\'re a grown wizard. Surely you can tell me why you have a plethora of small stuffed animals.\"

\"...beanie babies, not stuffed animals...\" he grumped.

\"What was that?\" Ginny asked innocently.

\"I said, Beanie Babies, and I don\'t want to talk about it, Ginny!\" he growled at her. And it was true growl, because if anybody could growl, it was Remus.

\"Oh, shush yourself. I was only teasing. How did you find out about Beanie Babies anyway?\" Ginny barged on.

Remus shook his head. Oh gods, she wasn\'t going to let it drop. \"I\'ve been collecting them for Harry for years. But, then he grew up and I just never thought he would enjoy them, after all – how many eleven year old boys play with stuffed animals? I could never get them to Harry at the Dursley’s when he was young enough to enjoy them, and at Hogwarts - well... I guess he was never the \'play with stuffed animal\' type of boy…” Remus trailed off.

Ginny was just looking at him, her dark blue eyes raking over his body. Remus felt his pants grow a little tighter. It wasn’t often women looked at him like that. And once they found out what he was, they never looked again. But Ginny knew what he was, and here she was, still looking at him like he was a Chocolate Sunday. His pants tightened a little more.


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Gods, Remus looked good. He was sitting on the floor wearing a tight white cotton shirt and some loose fitting cotton pants encased his hard thighs. Ginny bit back the sigh that threatened to escape her lips. It was one thing to know men could be beautiful, but it was quite another to have it proved every time she saw this man in particular.

A slight twitch in posture told Ginny she’d just been caught staring.

“Ginny?” his voice broke through her thoughts.

“Yes?” she replied. So she was staring. He should be use to it; he was put together like a Greek god after all.

“Er…” Ginny grinned. He was so cute when he was flustered.

“I just thought I’d swing by and help you unpack,” she said. At his look of disbelief, Ginny added, “Okay, I just came by to watch you unpack and talk a little.”

The laugh that carried through the room warmed Ginny to the core. Her life had been so empty of that for the last two years… She still wasn’t sure what had happened between her and her pseudo-husband. He’d been a real sweetheart while they had a whirlwind courtship; only to become a womanizing jackass in the first week of their marriage. Ginny had tried to hide it at first, but what was the use? Especially when he’d go off at social functions where even her family was present. Ginny had been asking for a divorce for the past eighteen months, but he wouldn’t give her one.

“You’re welcome to watch, but I was just about to head over to Harry’s.\"

\"Oh, you\'re going to Harryfor for dinner?\" Ginny asked. She eyes lit up. Harry and Draco were two of her favorite people.

\"Sirius and I have a standing invite at Harry and Draco’s once a week. Would you like to come with me? They don\'t mind if we bring dates.\" Remus told her.

Ginny flushed and asked shyly, \"Are – aren’t you taking a date tonight?\"


Remus groaned. How was he going to get out of this? He would love to go on a date with her, but she was married. He kept having to repeat to himself that no matter how beautiful she was and no matter now awful her husband was, she was still a married woman: way out of bounds.

\"Well, You\'re not going to be my date... not that I would mind going on a date with you or anything... but as a friend.\" Remus stuttered. He watched a look of acceptance fall on her face. She was so unhappy; he’d probably only gotten a glimpse of her home life at the wedding.

\"You are technically married.\" Remus grinned at her, but she looked at the floor. He mentally replayed the conversation. What was the matter? She was married! She was perfect in every way – expect one. She was someone else’s wife. Remus frowned deeply.

“Gin?” he asked in a low voice. She still didn’t look up and he had no idea how to handle this. He and Ginny had never been extremely close and asking her questions about her obviously failing marriage was fairly personal.


Ginny looked at the floor. Remus didn\'t want to go on a date with her, and she couldn\'t go on a date with him. Of course she was married! It was a fact she woke up to every morning. No man was ever going to ask Ginny Weasley Longbottom on a date again. Because her husband was never going to give her a divorce... gods, life was unfair!

\"I know. Don\'t worry. It\'s fine.\" Ginny said through her plastered-on fake smile. This really wasn’t Remus’ problem. She looked at him and the flush on his cheeks told her how uncomfortable he must be feeling. Great! She couldn’t even talk to a sex god without screwing it up!

Ginny stood up to go because she would embarrass the sweet man in front of her further by breaking down in tears. Life was so unfair. She wanted to go on a date with Remus. No. She wanted a divorce so she could go on a date with Remus. And she wanted to stop feeling guilty that she wanted to go on a date with Remus. Why should she feel guilty when Neville was humping everything on two legs? Damn the morals her mother had taught her.


She looked as if she was about to cry. He figured with Neville the way he was, she probably hadn\'t been treated to some good company and a good dinner in ages. So what if she wasn’t his wife, she was still his friend. She deserved to have her friends support her – yeah, that sounded like a plausible reason to ask her out tonight.

\"Sorry Ginny, I realize that I probably barely made any sense. I would be honored to spend the evening in your company. Come with me; we can go for a ride on my bike!\" he said, wagging his eyebrows, hoping to cheer her up.

\"I\'m sure you\'ve got better things to do then drive around the country side with somebody else\'s ball and chain,\" Ginny gave a half smile and shook her head.

\"Soon we are both going to be chained to the walls of this castle, and I say we need to have some fun before it happens. Plus, besides the wedding, we haven\'t talked in ages. It will be good to spend some time together.\" Remus stated, giving her puppy dog eyes. He almost had her. Even if he had no chance with her, why deny hif thf the pleasure of her company, he thought to himself.


Ginny looked into those big brown eyes of his and sighed. It was really too bad she couldn\'t let herself get lost in them.

\"Remus, I don\'t know...\"

\"Last night of fun before the students start coming with every imaginable ailment ever thought of...\" Remus teased her. At least, she knew he thought he was teasing her, but that was pretty close to the truth. Students seem to have no end to the myriad of ailments.

Ginny looked at the floor again. This was such a bad idea. She wanted nothing more than to go with him. She had actually showered and changed into three different outfits, trying to figure out which one said \'I didn\'t get dressed or shower just to come down and see you when I should have been counting bed sheets in the clinic\'. She shouldn\'t have given in and come here at all. She was married.

\"And I know Harry and Draco would love to see you.\" Remus added.

\"I\'m sure you and Sirius will have a great time - no need to invite me because you feel guilty, Remus. I know how it is to be single. I\'ve not been married so long I forgot how it was.\" Or been married so long I\'ve lost all hope of one day being free she added to herself.

She leaned over and patted him on the hand. It was meant to be reassuring, but it backfired. The feel of rough male skin under her fingertips brought Ginny into a state of tension she couldn’t explain. This was so unfair!

Remus grabbed her hand before she could leave. \"Ginny, I am not asking you because I feel guilty!\" Remus shook his head. \"I just like your company, and I know Harry, Draco, and Sirius do too. You\'ve been working in the hospital wing since I began moving stuff in here a couple days ago; you need a break.\"

Ginny felt her heartbeat go from a trot to a gallop at his touch. It was one thing to touch him, but he had taken her whole hand in the palm of his own, and the warmth spreading up her arm was not at all a friendly type of warmth. She licked her lips. It occurred to her briefly to wonder what he would do if she still said no – would he take it on himself to try and convince her? She licked her lips but decided she didn’t want to press her luck. He was asking, and really she wanted to go. As his friend. Of course.

\"I - I can go for dinner...\" Ginny gave in.

\"Great!\" Remus grinned at her. \"I hope you have everything you need, because we are leaving now, before you change your mind,\" he said as he rose without releasing her hand and pulled her to the door.

Ginny grinned at his back. She was going to have a whole night of being with hrienriends, sitting next to a man who was more than shag-worthy, and she wasn’t going to feel guilty about it. Despite her desire for Remus, it wasn’t as though he returned it.


Thanks to Amy for helping to sort everything out. *SMOOCH*


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After getting everybody together and coats for the new women, they pulled the bikes out
Sirius had a class bike, an American hog. And Remus had a sleek bullet of a bike. It was all black, with matt silver accents. The flames on the body were a dark grey, and moved slightly. Ginny looked at Remus and he just grinned. He couldn\'t have a simple Muggle bike - he was a wizard after all

The leather seat had a small back into which Ginny leaned back as Remus climb on in front of her. He sat down right between her legs.

\"You okay back there Ginny?\" Remus asked, slipping his helmet over his head\"

\"I\'m fine,\" Ginny squeaked. This was going to be a wonderful ride, she grinned to herself. She could feel the muscles of his r bar back rippling as he moved to put on his helmet.

\"Hey Gin\" came a deep voice in her ear. \"Talk into the little black thing in front of your mouth. It\'s a microphone. We can talk while riding\"

Remus moved his hips back and forth in front of Ginny, settling himself into the unused seat.

Ginny shivered at the sound of his voice in her ear. She regained her senses enough to take the helmet he handed to her, a dark grey which matched the flames on his bike. She quickly put it on, positioning the microphone in front of her mouth. Then he started shift in his seat. Her breath caught as his bum brushed her inner thighs as he settled down in the seat.

\"Can you hear me now?\" he asked, half-turning to see her. Remus grinned at her and started the bike. She could feel the vibrations through her body. The seat under her felt exactly like her...

\"Oh, gods....\" Ginny moaned out loud.

\"Ginny, are you alright?\" Remus asked after he heard her moan.

\"Oh - Umm yeah\" Ginny stumbled. She’d forgotten he could hear her. Ginny shifted in her seat, but every movement seemed to bring her crotch into more contact with the vibrating beast between her legs.

\"Ok, hold on to me then. We\'re ready to go.\" Remus repliedhusihusiastically. Ginny wrapped her arms around Remus and tried her best not to press herself too fully against him. She didn\'t need the extra stimulation. As it was, she doubted she would get through this ride without soaking her panties.


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