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edenfallingBecause I am bored and have sex scenes on the brain. No sex actually appears in this fic, but I would not otherwise have written it!
ETA: The slightly revised final version is now up on ff.net (and on FictionAlley).
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A Little Sisterly Intervention
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"This," said Ginny, holding up a picture of Hermione -- who pressed her lips together and glared out of the frame -- "is a Girl."
Ron groaned in frustration. "Ginny, I don't think--"
"And this," continued Ginny, loudly talking over his protests and holding up a picture of Harry, who looked as though he'd be shuffling his feet if they'd been photographed along with his upper body, "is a Boy."
She shot Ron a significant look. "Girls and Boys often get together in special ways. This can be a simple as a Kiss, or as complicated, messy, and important as Having Sex." The pictures glanced at each other and blushed madly.
Ron's face flamed along with them. "Ginny! I'm not an idiot!"
"Shush! Now, Harry is a Boy. Hermione is a Girl. And they happen to like each other." Ginny brought the two pictures together, and the photographic images reached behind the frames to grasp each other's hands
"Look, I know this. I found out last month -- you don't have to tell me."
Ginny smiled serenely and set the paired photographs on one of the dusty desks in the abandoned classroom. "Oh, I know. Don't worry, that was only the introduction -- you've passed with flying colors. Now we'll move on to more advanced topics."
Ron pulled against the magical ropes binding him to the chair, wondering again how his little sister had got the drop on him. "Ginny, let me go."
"Not yet. Now, this is a Girl." Ginny held up a new picture, this one of her own face, which winked at Ron. He divided his glare between his flesh and blood sister and her photographic twin.
"This is another Girl," said Ginny, holding up a picture of Luna Lovegood, who smiled and blinked vaguely in Ron's direction, her pale eyes disconcerting as always.
Ron had a sudden bad feeling. "Ginny -- Ginny, this'd better not be--"
Ginny grinned. "Sometimes Girls don't want to get together with Boys. This might be because Boys are idiots, or because they just like Girls better. So sometimes Girls get together with other Girls. And Kiss. And Make Out. And Have Wild Monkey Sex."
"GINNY!"
Ron strained against the ropes, managing to jerk his chair across the floor toward his obviously insane sister. This couldn't be happening -- Luna Lovegood? Ginny? What about Dean?
Ginny perched on the desk, a knowing smile on her face, as Ron subsided into angry silence.
She checked her watch. "Okay. It's eleven; they're long gone, wherever they're going." She grinned at Ron. "Don't worry. I'm not having wild monkey sex with Luna. I just needed some way to keep your attention until Harry and Hermione sneaked out."
Ron sputtered. "But! I'm tied up! I couldn't -- why'd you bother -- I wasn't going -- Ginny!"
His sister, who was probably still suffering residual possession from second year -- yeah, that must be it -- smirked. "Well, I had to stay and watch you, didn't I? I wasn't about to sit around being bored for an hour, and your yelling got old after twenty minutes."
She hopped off the desk, tucking the pictures into her bag. "I'll uncharm the ropes and let you untie them yourself. See you tomorrow! And don't blame me -- blame Hermione and Harry -- they're the ones who asked me to help."
Ron waited until she cast her spell, and then found words pushing involuntarily out of his mouth. "You're not really... with Luna? Right?"
Ginny pulled Luna's picture out and studied it, letting Ron get a good glimpse of the photograph; Ginny's image had joined Luna's, and the two girls were exchanging conspiratorial whispers and grins.
"Well, that depends. What do you think?"
As Ron gaped, forgetting all about untying his bonds, Ginny winked and slipped out of the room.
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I have no clue what that was about, and I don't think it's as funny as I originally intended, but eh, not bad for 20 minutes. It has actual dialogue, a rarity for my quick fics.
ETA: The slightly revised final version is now up on ff.net (and on FictionAlley).
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A Little Sisterly Intervention
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"This," said Ginny, holding up a picture of Hermione -- who pressed her lips together and glared out of the frame -- "is a Girl."
Ron groaned in frustration. "Ginny, I don't think--"
"And this," continued Ginny, loudly talking over his protests and holding up a picture of Harry, who looked as though he'd be shuffling his feet if they'd been photographed along with his upper body, "is a Boy."
She shot Ron a significant look. "Girls and Boys often get together in special ways. This can be a simple as a Kiss, or as complicated, messy, and important as Having Sex." The pictures glanced at each other and blushed madly.
Ron's face flamed along with them. "Ginny! I'm not an idiot!"
"Shush! Now, Harry is a Boy. Hermione is a Girl. And they happen to like each other." Ginny brought the two pictures together, and the photographic images reached behind the frames to grasp each other's hands
"Look, I know this. I found out last month -- you don't have to tell me."
Ginny smiled serenely and set the paired photographs on one of the dusty desks in the abandoned classroom. "Oh, I know. Don't worry, that was only the introduction -- you've passed with flying colors. Now we'll move on to more advanced topics."
Ron pulled against the magical ropes binding him to the chair, wondering again how his little sister had got the drop on him. "Ginny, let me go."
"Not yet. Now, this is a Girl." Ginny held up a new picture, this one of her own face, which winked at Ron. He divided his glare between his flesh and blood sister and her photographic twin.
"This is another Girl," said Ginny, holding up a picture of Luna Lovegood, who smiled and blinked vaguely in Ron's direction, her pale eyes disconcerting as always.
Ron had a sudden bad feeling. "Ginny -- Ginny, this'd better not be--"
Ginny grinned. "Sometimes Girls don't want to get together with Boys. This might be because Boys are idiots, or because they just like Girls better. So sometimes Girls get together with other Girls. And Kiss. And Make Out. And Have Wild Monkey Sex."
"GINNY!"
Ron strained against the ropes, managing to jerk his chair across the floor toward his obviously insane sister. This couldn't be happening -- Luna Lovegood? Ginny? What about Dean?
Ginny perched on the desk, a knowing smile on her face, as Ron subsided into angry silence.
She checked her watch. "Okay. It's eleven; they're long gone, wherever they're going." She grinned at Ron. "Don't worry. I'm not having wild monkey sex with Luna. I just needed some way to keep your attention until Harry and Hermione sneaked out."
Ron sputtered. "But! I'm tied up! I couldn't -- why'd you bother -- I wasn't going -- Ginny!"
His sister, who was probably still suffering residual possession from second year -- yeah, that must be it -- smirked. "Well, I had to stay and watch you, didn't I? I wasn't about to sit around being bored for an hour, and your yelling got old after twenty minutes."
She hopped off the desk, tucking the pictures into her bag. "I'll uncharm the ropes and let you untie them yourself. See you tomorrow! And don't blame me -- blame Hermione and Harry -- they're the ones who asked me to help."
Ron waited until she cast her spell, and then found words pushing involuntarily out of his mouth. "You're not really... with Luna? Right?"
Ginny pulled Luna's picture out and studied it, letting Ron get a good glimpse of the photograph; Ginny's image had joined Luna's, and the two girls were exchanging conspiratorial whispers and grins.
"Well, that depends. What do you think?"
As Ron gaped, forgetting all about untying his bonds, Ginny winked and slipped out of the room.
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I have no clue what that was about, and I don't think it's as funny as I originally intended, but eh, not bad for 20 minutes. It has actual dialogue, a rarity for my quick fics.
