Ginny readjusted her grip on her sword, and advanced on Harry, and easy smile lighting her determined face, curving her full red lips. She was dressed in a white fencing suit that seemed to flow from the neck, accentuating and yet hiding all her curves. Her red curls, carelessly scraped off her face, made a beautiful contrast to her white skin.
She was hardly thinking about that now; she was more preoccupied by her fencing partner.
All of a sudden, she exploded in a flurry of movement, with Harry easily blocking her every blow. Every so often he would call out an instruction.
"Good, good. Now lunge to the left, the LEFT, Ginny. Good...good...block...not now, it's too late now...PARRY, Ginny! PARRY!"
"You're so critical," Ginny whined. The two had perfected the art of holding a completely normal conversation whilst trying to dice each other into thin slices.
"Ah, well, it's the only well you'll...DUCK! Learn...so why should I go easy on? YOU ARE NOT PARRYING, GINNY!"
"Shut it Potter...ouch...I...unlike you...am not possessed of just about every unnatural power ever discovered, plus a few that...ha! Got you there! ...haven't been discovered."
"So? LUNGE, GINNY!... You have a hell of a lot of potential...you just need to...take a defensive stance, can't you see I'm attacking you?... develop it."
"Whatever."
James and Sirius watched the exchange with amusement for several minutes, half listening to their banter, but at the same time marvelling at their swordsmanship. The shadow thrown over the doorway eclipsed them from view, and neither Professor could see them. Sirius shifted slightly, causing the floorboards to creak. Before he had time to register, Professor Potter's sword was pointed at his throat.
Sirius gasped, and Potter relaxed.
"Sorry, Mr Black. Never sneak up on me."
He placed his sword back in its sheath, and sat down on a nearby armchair. James and Sirius stepped into the room, looking warily at Ginny's sword. She laughed, and threw in to Harry, who caught it easily and placed it into another sheath lying on the floor, before gesturing to the two boys to sit down.
"Tea?"
Sirius nodded, and four cups appeared. Harry settled back, and Ginny perched on the arm of his chair.
"So boys, what can we do for you? Or did you just pop in for a chat?" she asked, absentmindedly making an attempt to flatten Harry's hair, which earned her an unnoticed sideways glance from Sirius.
Sirius shuffled, poking James hard in the back.
"Ouch! Padfoot!"
He too looked uncomfortable, but looked at his two professors and said boldly.
"Well, we want to learn to throw off the Imperius curse."
Harry looked at him sharply.
"Why?"
James took a deep breath and looked Harry straight in the eye.
"I don't know about Sirius, but I know I would never be able to live with myself if I was ordered to kill anyone and did it because I wasn't strong enough to stop myself. If you don't want to teach me then okay, but all I want is to know I'll have a better chance of refusing to submit to killing the people I love."
Both teachers looked at him beadily.
"And you Sirius?"
Sirius shrugged.
"Same reason, I guess."
Harry was quiet for a long while, but then smiled.
"I'm impressed, boys. I was once ordered to kill Ginny, and had I not thrown off the curse she wouldn't be here." He paused. "But then maybe that wouldn't be a bad thing."
He put his hand over his mouth, looking horrified, and then slowly turned his head to look at Ginny.
"I didn't mean it! Honestly! I'm a bad, bad Boy-Who-Lived!" he fell to his knees and pretended to sob. "Oh, your Worshipfulness, I exist to serve you. But please don't hurt me!"
Ginny looked down her nose at him and drawled.
"I will forgive you, you dictionary definition of 'grovelling arsehole' if you agree to my demands."
Harry pretended to gasp, and then prostrated himself at her feet.
"Anything, O Great One!"
Ginny gave a truly evil grin.
"Wear pink robes to breakfast tomorrow, and declare your undying love to Umbridge."
Harry paled visibly and gulped. "Er, could I just duel you instead?"
Ginny started to laugh manically, falling to her knees in inane mirth. She continued for about five minutes, pausing every so often for breath. Harry, meanwhile, had conjured a platter of cakes and a fresh pot of tea, and was having an in-depth conversation with Ciad. Both seemed to have completely forgotten about James and Sirius, until Ginny stopped, picked herself up and parked herself down on Harry's knee. He looked slightly surprised to see her there, but after blinking a few times, he helped herself to another cake.
"I'll have to consider." Ginny told him seriously, "That was a nasty dig. And we've completely forgotten about James and Sirius here."
Harry looked up in surprise.
"So we have. Well, boys, I'll get back to you. I'll teach you, but we both train for three hours every night, and after that I'm a tad tired. I'll make some time, but it won't be in the next couple of weeks. Thank you for asking, and I am very pleased with both of you. Now scarper, its gone curfew."
The two Marauders stood up to go. "Wait a minute," Harry called, frowning and fishing inside his robes. He pulled out a crystal phial and handed it to Sirius. "Please give that to Mr Lupin, and tell him to take 100mls at every full moon. If he has any questions, tell him to feel free to ask."
James and Sirius knew that Potter was doing something to help Remus's problem and accepted the phial without suspicion.
As they left, they heard Harry say, "Ginny, I can't help but notice that you are sitting on my lap." To which Ginny responded; "So I am. If only Ron were here."
"Sirius my friend," said James, his often-worn evil grin on his face, "I think we have a new project."
Sirius cackled, his voice sounding along the empty corridor.
"Prongs, old boy, the time have come to try our hands at matchmaking."
"I couldn't agree more, my dear Mr Padfoot. Let us go hither to our relationships guru and formulate a few...arrangements."
Their laughter sounded down the corridor, unheard by their two Professors, who were otherwise engaged.
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