The Friday Boy

CHAPTER 7

Harry lay silently on the floor of the shed amongst the wood shavings, the dirt, the old broomsticks and the gardening implements. He was a mess. He hadn’t slept properly all week and despite there being only one week left of holidays before he had to return to Hogwart’s, he felt as if he hadn’t been on holiday at all. Being classed as part of the Weasley’s family had its up sides and this week he’d be spending at the Burrow, so that Mrs. Weasley could oversee his correct readiness for another school year. The Burrow unlike Grimmauld Place was in the middle of nowhere and without the restrictions on his movements Harry was allowed out on his own into the countryside. It was almost a relief to get out of the stifling environment of London and with the change came Harry’s separation from the current cause of his distress.

Severus Snape.

Harry was driving himself insane. Not a spare moment went by that Harry didn’t dissect the strange game they’d had in Harry’s bedroom that weekend. The willingness to share information had come out of nowhere and while Harry had put the experience down to Snape wanting to ensure he satisfied Harry’s curiosity enough for him to stop snooping, Harry also had a feeling Snape had got something out of the conversation other than just a renewed respect for his privacy from Harry. Memories of the night in the club had come back to haunt Harry’s dreams to causing the boy to question things he’d never even thought about. Naughty things, that you didn’t discuss with polite company and certainly things you never admitted to. Harry hadn’t told anyone about the conversation with Snape and had pointedly avoiding talking to the twins about the excursion on Friday night. He needed time alone to think and that’s why today he found himself lying on the Weasley’s shed floor staring at the sunlight shining through the small holes in the tin roof above him. Harry had been here nearly all afternoon, and no one had come to find him thankfully, however it was inevitable as dinner began to loom large that someone was bound to come looking. Harry was however surprised when the pretty freckled face of Ginny Weasley appeared around the crack in the door.

“Harry, what are you doing on the floor?” Ginny opened the rusted shed door and stepped inside as she smiled brightly down at Harry who was still staring at the roof blankly.

“Thinking.” Harry offered warmly as he smiled up at the youngest Weasley. Ginny had grown up in the last year considerably, going from a bright young girl to an outgoing young lady. Harry knew he hadn’t been the only one to notice the youngest Weasley blossoming, her curves catching more gazes than just Harry’s. Today she was wearing a yellow sundress and as she stood staring down at Harry her hands on her hips Harry couldn’t help but admire her good looks.

“You’ve been a real wow of late Potter, what’s up?” Harry laughed as Ginny hoisted up her dress and sat down on Harry’s stomach intent on hearing what was wrong with her friend and with no intention of letting him up without an explanation. Harry rolled his eyes as his hands fell easily onto Ginny’s waist his fingertips playing with the yellow ribbon tied around her dress. Ginny was like a sister to Harry and like Ron Harry considered her family.

“Just dealing with some shit that’s all, I’ll get over it.” Harry shrugged his shoulders as he watched Ginny raise a suspicious eyebrow at him knowing he was being deliberately obtuse.

“This isn’t about Snape is it? Fred and George told Ron and me what you did and that was really stupid. It’s no wonder he flipped.” Harry sighed heavily and closed his eyes dropping Ginny’s waist to cover his face with his arms. “Listen if it’s any consolation Snape hates everyone, he just hates you a little bit more now. I wouldn’t worry about it, he’s creepy and I wouldn’t trust him as far as I could throw him.” Harry peeked out from between his arms to look at Ginny who genuinely looked apologetic. However that wasn’t Harry’s concern and with a sigh Harry rested his hands back on Ginny’s waist.

“Can I ask you something? I mean you don’t have to answer because it’s kind of personal but it’d help me.” Harry looked hopefully up at Ginny who nodded brightly always willing to help Harry. “Have you and Dean had sex?” Ginny looked a little surprised by the question but quickly answer, unphazed by Harry’s bluntness.

“Sure, we’ve done it a couple of times while we’ve been going out.” Ginny shrugged her shoulders as if having sex with Dean was just another thing she did with someone. Harry nodded quietly his teeth worrying his bottom lip as his fingers played with the ribbon again on Ginny’s dress.

“Is it any good?” Harry inquired watching as Ginny laughed and rolled her eyes.

“It’s not bad.” Harry blushed despite himself as Ginny screwed up her nose and leaned in conspiratorially close to Harry. “I’m sure it’d be better if Dean lasted a bit longer, he’s on a hand trigger.” Harry closed his eyes and shook his head in disgust willing the image of Dean and Ginny having sex to get out of his mind.

“Yuck.” Harry declared when he opened his eyes again to see Ginny laughing above him, her hands tickling Harry’s sides unintentionally and making Harry laugh too.

“Too much information I’m guessing?” Ginny inquired when she’d caught her breath.

“Yeah, save that shit for Hermione.” Harry sighed as Ginny shifted on his belly to get comfortable again. By now Harry was probably filthy from the floor, especially if Ginny’s dusty knees were anything to go by. Harry wondered briefly if he’d have time for a shower before dinner but the thought was cut off as Ginny spoke.

“Hermione’s great with those sorts of things, she says Ron was like that at first but once he got over the initial excitement he got better…” Almost immediately Harry’s head snapped up off the floor, his eyes wide in shock as he stared at Ginny.

“What?” Harry snapped hardly daring to believe what he was being told.

“Ron and Hermione, they’ve been having sex for like a year now. They did it last summer.” Harry was shocked, he’d known Hermione and Ron were an item for ages but Ron had never told him he’d had sex with Hermione. It took a moment for Harry’s reaction to register and Ginny’s face automatically fell. “Ooops, you didn’t know did you?” Harry shook his head at Ginny who bit her lip and twisted her fingers awkwardly in Harry’s shirt.

“I can’t believe he didn’t tell me?” Harry was stunned as he continued to shake his head in disbelieve. He and Ron shared everything no matter how personal; well at least Harry had thought they shared everything.

“Maybe he didn’t want you to feel awkward around them, they are after all your best friends.” Ginny tried to comfort Harry but the damage was already done and Harry sighed heavily and closed his eyes as he fell back against the floor feeling very much betrayed.

“I must be like the only one who hasn’t done it, am I?” Harry looked up at Ginny for confirmation and despite her silence her expression told Harry the truth. With a frustrated sigh Harry shook his head and closed his eyes again. This was just another stress to add to his already growing list.

“It’s not a big deal Harry, it isn’t as great as everyone makes it out to be it’s just something that happens.” Ginny shrugged her shoulders and leaned down to kiss Harry on the cheek in comfort but as she did Harry moved, not expecting the kiss and consequently Ginny’s lips landed on Harry’s. Harry froze his eyes wide behind his glasses staring into Ginny’s blue gaze. Neither of them moved and Harry held his breath. As if drawn together Ginny’s eyes slid closed as she pressed her lips firmer against Harry’s sealing the kiss. Harry automatically relaxed as his lips slackened and Ginny deepened the kiss. The hand on Ginny’s waist never faltered as the young girls tongue met Harry’s half way and entwined softly.

After a few moments they naturally pulled apart Ginny sitting back up on Harry’s stomach and Harry opening his eyes to stare up at the red head. They stayed staring at one another in silence for a considerably long time before at length Harry looked away, feeling his cheeks flush with embarrassment. If Harry had missed the glaringly obvious last time he’d kissed a girl there was no mistaking it this time. The kiss had done nothing, not even an interested twitch. Harry had put down his uninterested in intimacy with Cho, to being conscious of Cedric’s memory but there was nothing stopping Harry from having Ginny if he wanted her, he just wasn’t interested.

“Guess that’s the reason you haven’t done it yet Potter.” Harry felt his ears burning red in embarrassment as Ginny smiled down at him coyly, her full pink lips still a little moist from the kiss. Harry groaned and closed his eyes as he felt Ginny get up from him and straighten her dress. “Come on Harry, it’s not the end of the world. So you like lads, heaps of wizards do.”

“How do you know?” Harry whispered as he accepted Ginny’s hand to help him up from the floor of the shed.

“I haven’t had a kiss that intense with a boy before and not had to sort out his hard on afterwards.” Ginny smiled at Harry who sighed and rolled his eyes, a smile twitching at the corner of his lips. “Come on let’s get to dinner before Mum throws a paddy.” Ginny opened the shed door, her hand still in Harry’s as she led the way up the garden path towards where the sounds and smells of dinner were already wafting out of the kitchen window and back door of the Burrow.

“Ginny, can we not tell anyone about this.” Harry hesitated a few steps back from the door and watched nervously as Ginny nodded in agreement.

“Sure it’s our secret.” With a quick peck on the cheek Ginny let go of Harry’s hand and disappeared in side leaving Harry to wander in after her. It was just as Harry was sitting down at the dinner table that he felt Charlie and Bill lean over him simultaneously, both of them smiling at him.

“Next time you want to shag our little sister in the shed Potter…” The colour from Harry’s face began to drain as Charlie Weasley whispered softly into Harry’s ear.

“…Make sure you put down a rug first.” Bill finished his brother’s sentence as he whispered into Harry’s other ear. Harry felt suddenly very ill as he felt twin hands brushing the dirt off his back before both brothers were pushing Harry down into the seat at the table, a hand on each shoulder. Humiliated Harry didn’t meet either brother’s gaze as they took their seats at the dinner table and Mrs. Weasley began serving, leaving Harry to stew in his own embarrassment.

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