Post by Ginny Weasley on Aug 23, 2007 23:37:38 GMT -5
Ginny quickly scurried around her room, looking for her little pink shopping bag. It had to be around here somewhere... She had just picked it up yesterday while she was shopping with Hermione! Ginny eventually spotted the little thing, and snatched it up. She dumped the contents on her bed, and grinned. Yes, Harry was sure to love this.
Ginny quickly took off all of her clothes, and grabbed the bikini. She pulled the tags off of the garment, and slipped it on. Glancing at herself in the mirror, her jaw dropped. Was it possible to show that much skin? The bikini was white, and had a halter top. The V-neck on the top dipped dangerously low. It also was equipped with a built in push-up system, and it looked like she had a lot more cleavage than she actually did. The bottoms were basically just two straps of triangular fabric, attatched at the bottom and tied together at the sides.
She quickly sprayed on a bit of her homemade, flower-y, freesia perfume, and put on a touch of brown waterproof mascara and also the tiniest bit of brown eyeliner. She took out her wand and waved it over her fingers and toes, turning them a fiery and sexy shade of red to match her hair. She was grateful that the Ministry wouldn't be able to track a minor spell like this one. Especially not with the Burrow being so warded.
Ginny hurriedly threw on a white cover-up dress, in case Ron, Hermione, or one of her parents was downstairs. She didn't want anybody to see her like this except Harry. She grabbed two large towels, and went down the stairs. Ginny rushed out of the back door, making sure to lock it with her wand. She would also get back in by unlocking it with her wand. Ginny always took her wand everywhere now, just in case something happened. Better safe than sorry, right?
When Ginny reached the pond, she took her flip-flops off and tested the water. It was a pleasant temperature, which was a good thing. She lay the towels down on the grass, and slipped off her cover-up, laying it out on the towels. Ginny went waist-deep into the water, wondering when Harry was going to get here. She didn't know if he'd give in to her pleas, but Ginny was hoping that Harry would make love to her tonight. She'd gone to such lengths to beautify herself to give herself a little bit better of a chance. Harry was stubborn, but even he couldn't resist her half-naked. It just wasn't going to happen. Ginny was worried that she looked a little bit slutty, but Harry hopefully wouldn't see it that way. He loved her and she loved him, and this is what people in love did.
Ginny was ready, and she hoped Harry was too. But, if he didn't want to, she would accept that. She would be hurt, but she would accept it. Ginny had an overwhelming longing for him though. Every single part of him. She already had him completely: his heart, his soul, his mind. The only thing missing was his body. And if Harry didn't want to make love to her... Ginny would be hurt. She sometimes felt insecure that Harry didn't find her attractive. He had never really tried anything sexual towards her, except some intense snogging. But there were no hands anywhere that they shouldn't be, no clothing removed... Ginny was tired of that.
She looked up, the full moon casting a reflection on the water. The moonlight shone onto Ginny, bathing her in the glow of it. Ginny had picked out the white bikini because she knew it would contrast well with the light. And it looked wonderful with her hair. She felt like a scantily-clad Cinderella. Now she just needed her Prince Charming to show up.
Ginny quickly took off all of her clothes, and grabbed the bikini. She pulled the tags off of the garment, and slipped it on. Glancing at herself in the mirror, her jaw dropped. Was it possible to show that much skin? The bikini was white, and had a halter top. The V-neck on the top dipped dangerously low. It also was equipped with a built in push-up system, and it looked like she had a lot more cleavage than she actually did. The bottoms were basically just two straps of triangular fabric, attatched at the bottom and tied together at the sides.
She quickly sprayed on a bit of her homemade, flower-y, freesia perfume, and put on a touch of brown waterproof mascara and also the tiniest bit of brown eyeliner. She took out her wand and waved it over her fingers and toes, turning them a fiery and sexy shade of red to match her hair. She was grateful that the Ministry wouldn't be able to track a minor spell like this one. Especially not with the Burrow being so warded.
Ginny hurriedly threw on a white cover-up dress, in case Ron, Hermione, or one of her parents was downstairs. She didn't want anybody to see her like this except Harry. She grabbed two large towels, and went down the stairs. Ginny rushed out of the back door, making sure to lock it with her wand. She would also get back in by unlocking it with her wand. Ginny always took her wand everywhere now, just in case something happened. Better safe than sorry, right?
When Ginny reached the pond, she took her flip-flops off and tested the water. It was a pleasant temperature, which was a good thing. She lay the towels down on the grass, and slipped off her cover-up, laying it out on the towels. Ginny went waist-deep into the water, wondering when Harry was going to get here. She didn't know if he'd give in to her pleas, but Ginny was hoping that Harry would make love to her tonight. She'd gone to such lengths to beautify herself to give herself a little bit better of a chance. Harry was stubborn, but even he couldn't resist her half-naked. It just wasn't going to happen. Ginny was worried that she looked a little bit slutty, but Harry hopefully wouldn't see it that way. He loved her and she loved him, and this is what people in love did.
Ginny was ready, and she hoped Harry was too. But, if he didn't want to, she would accept that. She would be hurt, but she would accept it. Ginny had an overwhelming longing for him though. Every single part of him. She already had him completely: his heart, his soul, his mind. The only thing missing was his body. And if Harry didn't want to make love to her... Ginny would be hurt. She sometimes felt insecure that Harry didn't find her attractive. He had never really tried anything sexual towards her, except some intense snogging. But there were no hands anywhere that they shouldn't be, no clothing removed... Ginny was tired of that.
She looked up, the full moon casting a reflection on the water. The moonlight shone onto Ginny, bathing her in the glow of it. Ginny had picked out the white bikini because she knew it would contrast well with the light. And it looked wonderful with her hair. She felt like a scantily-clad Cinderella. Now she just needed her Prince Charming to show up.
