Lucille Rose Potter

Chapter 95

Harry Potter going out with Ginny Weasley was the schools best gossip for the weeks following the Quidditch Match.

It didn't seem to bother Harry or Ginny, however, both of them looked happier than they had ever had before.

"You think people would have better things to gossip about," Ginny said from where she sat on the floor of the common room, leaning against Harry's legs and reading the Daily Prophet. "Three Dementor attacks this week and all Romilda Vane does is ask me if it's true you've got a Hippogriff tattooed across your chest."

Ron, Hermione, and Lucy roared with laughter.

Harry ignored them, "well what did you tell her?"

"I told her it was a Hungarian Horntail," Ginny said, turning the page of the newspaper idly. "Much more macho."

"Thanks," Harry grinned, "and what did you tell her Ron's got?"

"A Pygmy Puff...but I didn't say where."

Ron scowled as the rest of them rolled around laughing.

"Watch it," he pointed warningly at the new couple, "just because I've given my permission doesn't mean I can't withdraw it—"

"Oh, shove it Ronald," Ginny scoffed, "since when do I need your permission, besides you said you'd rather it be Harry than Micheal or Dean."

"Yeah, I would," Ron said begrudgingly, "as long as you don't start snogging each other in public."

"You filthy hypocrite! What about you and Lavender thrashing around like a pair of eels all over the place!" Ginny fired back.

"Relax, Ron," Harry sighed, "I know how it is, I've got to watch Luce with Sawyer."

"Oi! What's that supposed to mean!" Lucy frowned.

However neither brother seemed to be too upset as they moved into June. The couples time together was becoming more and more restricted. With their O.W.L.'s just around the corner, Lucy and Ginny were forced to spend hours long into the night revising for the exam.

"Do you think Harry would like this?" Ginny questioned, holding a skimpy red nighty in front of her body.

"Gross, Gin," Lucy made a face, "it is my brother you're dating, I don't need to know the details about your sex life."

"But you're my best friend!" Ginny whined, "who else am I supposed to tell."

"I don't know...Luna?" Lucy rolled onto her stomach.

"How come I have to hear all about you and Sawyer and you can't even give me advice about an outfit? Here what about this one?"

She held another scarlet two piece up to show Lucy.

"Why're they all red?" Lucy asked, making a face.

"Don't get me started," Ginny groaned, "Harry's got something about the color red, it turns him on, I mean I understand house spirit but—"

Lucy gagged, "that is exactly the type of information I don't need to know!"

"You asked!" Ginny exclaimed, "buy really, does Sawyer ever want you in yellow?"

"You need to stop talking," Lucy covered her ears, "we are not discussing this."

"Fine," Ginny threw the clothes onto her bed. "What're you doing?"

"Studying the layout of Malfoy Manor," Lucy said leaning over an old map, "I wrote to Sirius a couple days ago and he sent these to me."

"And why are you doing that?" Ginny asked.