Bad [Harry Potter Fanfiction] (Bad Series: 1)

23 | Something has changed.

Harry's hands in her hair. Under her shirt. All over her skin.

Ginny sighed. She rolled over in bed, pulling the covers over her head. Squeezing her eyes shut, she tried to fall back asleep. Sweet oblivion. Not Harry overtaking her mind and common sense.

His lips on her neck. His quick breath. Eyes dark with want.

She groaned, tossing the sheets away and staring at the ceiling. Last night. Merlin. If he hadn't stopped her, she would've thrown caution to the wind. She couldn't forget who he was. Harry Potter. Auror. The specific one tasked with capturing her. What the bloody hell was she thinking?

Last night, she'd been thinking with her libido. What was wrong with her? In her line of work, slips like that could be disastrous.

That got her out of bed. She needed to do something, anything to get her mind off of her temporary insanity into the depths of lust.

Productivity was the plan. There had to be something she could do.

Breakfast first. Maybe some tea.

While the tea brewed, she leaned against the counter. She closed her eyes and exhaled, placing her hands on her hips.

Harry's hair standing on end. Dark eyes begging for more.

Ginny spun around, tightening her hands on the counter. Being alone was not helpful. Outside, with people, that's what she needed. Someone to talk to, to distract her.

Luna!

She smiled just as her kettle sung. Once it was ready, she took a shower and pulled on trousers and a Holyhead Harpies jumper. The quidditch team had offered her a position on the team once she graduated, but she had turned them down. On days she felt nostalgic, she'd go off to an open field and charm a quaffle. Quidditch with a team, especially her family, was something she missed about her old life. It was easy to slip into the picture perfectness of what it would've been like. She would've joined the Holyhead Harpies. Moved out of the Burrow. Married Harry. They would've had five kids. Grow old together. Keep the Potter name alive. But she'd left that any possibility of that behind.

Wand and bag in hand, she was out the door before her mind could think of anything else foolish. With a flick of her wand, the wards were up and once outside in the alley, she apparated to the Scamander house.

Luna knelt in the garden in front of the house. Her hair was pulled back into a messy bun, her wand caught inside it. When Ginny approached, she looked up, a soft smile on her lips. She sat back and wiped at her cheek, leaving a streak of dirt in its place. "Ginny, good morning."

Ginny sighed, sitting down in the dirt beside her. She already felt better. Fresh air and the right company.

Luna tilted her head. "The Nargles haven't gotten to you, have they?" she asked, reaching across and touching her arm. "Rolf said they've been causing mischief in the Ministry."

"The Nargles?" Ginny asked, fighting a grin.

"Something has the Aurors all up in arms," Rolf said, coming out of the house. He smiled at her. "Welcome, Ginny."

"Hi, Rolf." Ginny leaned back in the dirt, her fingers digging into the dirt. The man moved over and offered his wife a glass of water. She took it with a smile. "Is the MACUSA President still here?" she asked a moment later.

"I believe so," Rolf said. He reached a hand out to Luna, who took it and wiped her hands on her trousers. "For the time being. There hasn't been any word to how long he's staying." He held out his hand to Ginny next. "Would you like some breakfast?"