So I wrote this one really really quickly and I only now realized that I was supposed to work on my marvel one 😫. So I am so sorry and I promise to finish the marvel one very soon.
This one is a harry potter one! Now, here's the thing: last time i watched a Harry Potter movie was probably 5 years ago. But I was a huge fan when I was younger, so I hope it's fine.
Enjoy:))
Warning:
This is a tickle fic!!!
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You looked up to the sky, looking at the pretty sky on this pretty summer day. You were sitting outside next to the lake with your three best friends. Chatting about anything.
"We'll have to take an exam later today. Have you prepared, Ronald?" Hermione turned to look at the scared looking Ron.
"I- I don't want to answer that!" Ron huffed and crossed his arms.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Of course you don't. Harry, what about you?"
Harry, who was looking lost in thought (as always), turned to hermione. "Hm?"
Hermione groaned. "Seriously, you two! You have to study more! I bet y/n did!"
All three heads turned to you, which made you blush slightly.
"I uhh... yeah, I think I'm ready."
Hermione proudly at you. "That's what I'm talking about!"
She went to pull you in for a friendly side hug but was stopped when Ron poked her side. Instead, she squealed and jumped. "Ronald!"
You looked over to see Ron smirking a bit at Hermione, then shrugging his shoulders. "Maybe that'll get you to stop annoying me and Harry." He then jumped right at the girl and started tickling her mercilessly.
You quickly jumped out of their way and crawled over to where harry was sitting.
"You don't want to get in their little fight?" He asked you, an amused expression on his face.
You shook your head and smiled at him. "If anyone ever found out how ticklish I am I don't think I'll be able to walk aro-" you slapped your head onto your mouth. Eyes widening.
Suddenly Hermione's hysterical laughter calmed down and you looked over to see both her and Ron staring at you blankly. Only starting to smirk evily a couple of seconds after realizing.
You got up and went to hide behind Harry.
"N-no! Harry's not gonna let you!"
"Let us what, y/n?" Ron asked teasingly.
"Why do you look so scared, y/n?" Hermione started wiggling her fingers towards you.
"Stohop! Harry, help!" You held on to his shoulders while he was still sitting on the grass.
"No can do." He shrugged again, a smile on his face this time.
"Jeherk" you giggled in anticipation, trying to protect yourself from the two monsters who were slowly making their way towards you.
"No. I don't think we will." With that, Ron quickly grabbed your arms and wrestled you to the ground gently. Managing to pin your arms over your head while he sat behind your head.
"That's great, thank you Ron." Hermione came over and sat on your hips. Giggling with you as she started slowly stroking your neck.
After about a minute of gentle tickles, Ron was starting to get bored and decided to take matters to his own hands by quickly letting go of your wrists and digging into your armpits. Making you scream.
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I guess that means go..." and with that, she started kneading your sides and hips.
"Harry! Get her legs and feet!" Ron yelled.
Harry seemed to think about it for a while, then nodded and walked over. Sitting next to your legs and digging under your knees.
"I CAHANT ANYHYMORE!" You finally said after a few minutes of heaven torture.
The three giggled and got off you. Hermione immidiatly going in to hug you and the boys slowly joining in.
"I hope we didn't take it too far?" She moved a piece of your hair behind your ear.
You shook your head, your face heating up. "It was actually kind of fun..."
Ron started smirking again and was just about to poke your side when you moved out of the way. "Buhut noho mohore! I had enough for today"
Ron went back to hugging you. "Whatever you say..."
This is my first Harry Potter fanfic lol. Which is pretty shocking seeing as I’ve been a HUGE Harry Potter fan since I was in 4th grade. I wanted to write this because the deathly hallows is undoubtedly the darkest installment of the series and a lot of horrible and sad things happen. I always imagined something like this to happen with them when I realized that the horcrux can lower your mood from it’s evil power and make you angrier and more evil. It’s a bit short lol but I didn’t have time to make it any longer.
Warnings: None, tickling
Summery: When Harrys mood is affected by the horcrux, it’s up to Ron and Hermione to help make him feel better.
It was a cold night, and Harry, Ron, and Hermione were trying to have the rare bit of rest they hardly got these days. Mostly they were running around and trying to escape death eaters, while trying to work out where the rest of the Horcruxes were. They had the locket though, so it was definitely a start.
They took it in turns to wear it. This time it was Harry’s turn.
“I wonder what Fred and George are doing now that Diagon Alley isn’t safe to run a shop anymore.” Ron said conversationally. “I expect they’re helping with the Order aren’t they?” Hermione suggested. “What do you think Harry?” Ron turned to his best friend.
Harry was quiet for a moment and then replied “Oh… I dunno.” Hermione and Ron exchanged looks. “Harry give me the locket.” Said Hermione finally, “we agreed that if it starts to change us we take it off.”
Harry sighed and reluctantly gave her the locket. She put it in her pocket.
But taking the locket from Harry didn’t change his mood so quickly. They knew something was really wrong when Harry snapped at Ron for making a joke about Harry and Ginny getting married one day.
“Harry you have to stop acting like this!” Hermione insisted. “Or what?” Harry snapped back. “Or we’ll have to use extreme measures.” Hermione replied, giving a small grin to Ron, who returned it with his own grin, understanding where Hermione was going with this.
Even Harry’s bad mood couldn’t over power the curiosity. “What?”
Ron then got up and tackled Harry out of his chair and onto the ground. Harry, having a rotten mood on his side, was able to fight back against this pretty well. But then Hermione joined in, so that the pair of them were ganging up on him, he couldn’t fight back so well anymore. Soon Ron, who had himself sat behind Harry, had his arms pinned to either side of his head. “Guys! Let me go!” He protested as he tried to yank his arms free.
Hermione sat by his side, “Harry please, you need to calm down!” She told him. She then began to poke his stomach, which cause him to gasp. “Wait! Wait, wait, guys! Dohohont!!!” The 17 year old suddenly dissolved into giggles, as Hermione was lightly scribbling her fingers at his belly. “Guhuhuys stohohop ihihit!” He cried, trying to block out the maddening sensations. “Not until you cheer up.” Hermione told him simply. She decided to kick it up a notch and began to squeeze and dig into his stomach. “AHAHAHA OHOHOKAHAHY STOHOHOP IM SOHOHREHYYY!!!” Harry writhed around, desperately trying to get Hermiones hands away from him. Hermione finally stopped and Ron let go of his arms. Harry scrambled to sit up, his arms protectively wrapped around his stomach. “I’m sorry guys… I didn’t mean all that stuff…”
“That’s alright mate.” Said Ron reassuringly, “we know it was just the locket making you be like that. You just needed time to get it together.” He patted Harry on the back. Harry figured he should learn to keep his emotions in check so just to avoid them using that particular cheer up method on him. Though he would only go as far as to admit it felt nice to laugh like that after so long.
This is a Ler!Ron x Lee!Reader that was inspired by the scene in the Half Blood Prince which I recently watched and thought would make a cute tickle scene.
Summary: Ron is hypnotised by love potion and falls for the reader.
Word count: 1179
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“It’s no joke! I’m in love with her!” Ron cried, throwing the empty box of chocolates at Harry.
“Alright fine you’re in love with her. Have you told her that?” Harry responded.
Fred and George had played yet another prank on Ron. They bought a box of chocolates, spiked each chocolate with a powerful love potion and addressed it to Ron, from you. You played your fair share of pranks on Fred and George so they decided to get you back good. By making their younger brother fall in love with you...a concept you both despised. Harry was the one to find Ron in their dormitory, completely smitten.
“She doesn’t know. Oh Harry, you’re right. I need to tell her. I need to tell her right now.” Ron said, hugging a pillow to his chest and running out of the dorm.
“Ron, no, wait! That’s not what I meant!” Harry yelled, running after him.
Ron was fast. He ran out of the dorm and down the stone steps to find you on the sofa in the common room, reading.
“Y/N. Oh, Y/N. There you are.” Ron said, smiling at you, hugging the pillow tighter.
“Oh, hey Ron,” you replied, putting your book down.
“There you are.” He repeated, still smiling widely at you.
“Here I am…” You said, confused. Harry appeared a second later.
“Y/N, don’t listen to Ron he’s….”
“In love with you.” Ron interrupted Harry. He let out a deep sigh and sat on the sofa next to you. You furrowed your brows and laughed.
“You what?”
“I love you.”
“Alright, what do you want?” You asked, still laughing.
“You.”
“What?”
“I want you.”
“Ron stop being an arse. You’re not funny.” You said.
Harry opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by Ron standing up and throwing the pillow at you.
“Ow! What the hell was that for?” You exclaimed. Ron looked furious.
“I told you I love you. Why are you laughing?”
You opened your mouth to reply but Harry quickly jumped in.
“He ate some chocolate, I think they were spiked with a love potion.” He informed you.
“Oh. That explains everything.” You stand up and look at Ron.
“Ron. Snap out of this. You do not love me.” You said, sternly. Ron pouted at you.
“Yes I do, I feel it. Can’t you?”
“Jesus, it’s turned him into a poet,” Harry added, you glared at him.
“Ron, you…” you began but Ron interrupted you by leaning in for a kiss. You stepped back and slapped him across the head.
“What the hell Ron?! You do not love me, I do not love you. Snap out of this!” You demanded. Ron looked confused, then smiled at you again.
“I want to show you how much I love you,” he said, taking a step towards you. “I want to show my affection.”
“Ron, stop it. What are you doing?”
Ron reached out and grabbed your sides to pull you closer. You squealed and squirmed at the sudden grab but he didn’t let you go. He looked at you, his eyes widened.
“Of course. You’re ticklish. How could I forget? A true form of affection!” He cheered, squeezing your sides again.
“R-Ron don’t you dare….I will kill you,” You warned, but he was too besotted to listen. He kept squeezing your sides so you tried to escape his grip, but it only allowed you to turn around so he was now holding you from behind, still tickling you. You fell weak with laughter and slowly collapsed to the floor.
“HAHAHAHARRY HEHEHELP MEEHEHEHE” You screamed out.
Ron sat on the floor behind you, still holding you close whilst he tickled your tummy. Harry was speechless, he didn’t quite know what to do.
“RON STOP AHAHAHAHAHA PLEASE”
“But I love you!” He protested, quickly spidering his hands all over your midriff. At that moment, Fred and George entered the common room. They saw Harry first, looking extremely awkward, then noticed Ron tickling you on the floor. They both titled their heads at the same time.
“NOHOHOHO MORE AHAHAHA RON!” You screamed out, too weak to fight back at this point.
“But this is how I show you I love you!” Ron protested again, not stopping.
Fred and George looked at each other and burst into laughter. This stopped Ron suddenly, who turned to the brothers. He quickly stood up and hugged them both. They both pushed him away instantly. You fell limp on the floor, catching your breath.
“Get away from us you creep,” Fred and George said in unison.
“Fred! George! I’m in love!” Ron said, a little too loudly. Fred and George looked at each other again and bit their lips to stop the laugh escaping. Ron turned back to you. You met his eye and instantly panicked. He ran back over to you and led on top of you.
“Ron, n-no please, no more” You said, still panting, trying to push him off. He leant forward and kissed your forehead.
“I love you,” he said before kissing your forehead again. He repeated the process again and again. “I love you” *kiss*, “I love you” *kiss*.
You struggled greatly but managed to push him off. You ran over to where the twins and Harry were standing.
“Ron! Stop this! You do not love me!” You breathed out, more annoyed now. Ron stood up again and tried to walk towards you but Harry managed to stop him.
“Come on mate, no more. You need to see Slughorn now, he’ll have an antidote.” Harry said, trying to lead Ron away but he had his eyes fixed on you. Fred and George couldn’t hold it in much longer and burst out laughing. You glared at them.
“This is NOT funny.” You said, sternly.
“Oh it is,” they both said in unison, winking at you. You glared again. Harry had managed to drag Ron out of the common room to see Slughorn, leaving you with the twins.
“Awh, our baby brother has a crush it seems.” Fred said.
“No, he was hypnotised.”
“By your beauty?” George said. You glared at him.
“Still, he couldn’t resist the chocolates anyway could him. Easy bait.” Fred added.
“Yeah well he eats like a...wait. How did you know it was chocolates?” You asked. They both looked at each other, then back at you and raised their eyebrows. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened.
“Oh you little…”
“Got you both back for that silly prank you tried on us.” George said.
“We got you good,” Fred added. You let out a long sigh then made a lunge at them. They ran out of the way and towards the common room door.
“Ron needs us! Gotta go!” Fred yelled.
“You’ll pay for this!” You shouted after them from the threshold of the door.
“No we won’t!” George yelled from a distance.
You decided not to follow and instead went up to your bed. Still slightly annoyed but you smiled a little. It was a clever prank after all.
~Thank you for my fourth commission, Anon! Everyone who has helped out has been so nice, and I'm having fun writing these for all of you. I hope you Enjoy!~
Lee: Harry
Lers: Ron, Ginny
Summary: Harry decides to push his luck and challenge Ron to a wrestling match. When he inevitably loses, the scarred teen goes a step further and playfully insults his friend's hair. Ginny overhears, and much more tickly chaos ensues.
Warnings: lots of raspberries, more intense tickles. This is a tickle fic, so if you don't like that, scroll away!!
The yearbook pages crinkled as Harry flipped through them, showing Ron the club photos. He had stolen it from Dudley’s room, and, unsurprisingly, its pages were free of any signatures or notations. The spoiled boy had cast it aside the moment his mother had bought it. Harry knew his cousin wouldn’t miss it.
The scarred teen shrugged, running a hand through his hair as he pointed to the wrestling club photo. “I’m just saying, Ron. I could take you.”
“Uh-huh, sure you could. You weigh, what, 50 kilos soaking wet?” Ron teased, giving his friend’s shoulder a little punch. He was smiling in slight disbelief, knowing Harry was dead wrong.
The two were in The Burrow, talking in Ron’s room. School was on break, and Ron had invited him over to hang out and yap to one another. They had gotten to the topic of the Muggle world, then to things Harry had observed in his schools, and had somehow made it to wrestling. He had obviously never joined the wrestling team—he would have been killed—but he felt that he could probably beat his friend in a match. That, and it was funny to rile Ron, see how far he could push before his friend retaliated.
“Hey, I’m more that that!” he huffed, poking Ron’s side. That was bound to get a reaction itself, but he figured he could add to it with a quip. “I’ve gained weight since I got to Hogwarts, you sod.”
Ron gasped at that little jab, clutching his imaginary pearls. He knew Harry meant no true harm by the words, but he felt like getting into a silly, pointless fight with his friend. “Sod? Oh, you’re done, Potter!”
With a playful roar, the redhead lunged at his friend, using what he’d observed between Fred and George to try and get the upper hand.
Harry was a bit stronger than he expected, but the scarred boy was always better with his wand than his fists. He still gave it his best, laughing as he tumbled with Ron. The small attic room didn’t give them much space, but they managed not to knock their heads off of anything.
It was over within two minutes. Ron had Harry pinned to the floor beneath him, straddling his waist as he grinned down at the boy. “Now, how should I celebrate my victory?”
“Shush! And that hardly counts as a victory,” Harry huffed, squirming in Ron’s hold. He was unfortunately nice and stuck in the other teen’s grip. “You cheated!”
Ron scoffed at that, shaking his head. Seriously? Cheating? It was a no-wands wrestling match, and he had gotten Harry pinned down fair and square. “I— how, Harry? How did I cheat?”
“It’s your room,” Harry reasoned. He didn’t have much of a plan going into the argument; he was simply trying to delay his inevitable consequences for provoking the redhead. “You have an advantage!”
Seriously? How did that even begin to make sense? “I do not!” Ron glared playfully, knowing the argument was ridiculous. Still, he was enjoying the back and forth. “You’re just mad that I’m stronger.”
That wasn’t going to slide. Harry refused to admit that Ron was stronger, even if it was a simple and objective truth. He would rather argue, push a few more of his friend’s buttons while he could. “No you’re not!”
“You—” taking a breath, Ron cut himself off. “Whatever, Potter. Any last words?”
He had distracted Ron from his revenge longer than he thought he would’ve been able to. Might as well dig his hole a bit deeper while he was at it, try to get the last laugh. “B-bite me, you— GYAHAHAHA! R-ROHOHON, NOHOhohot thahat!”
Harry couldn’t even finish his sentence before his shirt was yanked up, Ron’s evil lips descending on his stomach. The raspberries were all sorts of flustering and embarrassing: audibly ridiculous and devilishly ticklish.
The two continued to tumble about. Every time Ron would let the boy go, Harry would foolishly try to jump back at him, and they would begin their dance all over again. And, every single time, Ron would win, pin him back down, and blow raspberries. One would think Harry would learn, but no: he was bored, in a playful mood, and really wanted to see if he could beat Ron.
Eventually, though, he did need a breather. And, with that breather, came a rather bad idea on Harry’s end.
“Sorry, you say something? Couldn’t hear it over me winning,” Ron chuckled, yanking Harry’s arms above his head with one hand. He leaned down once again, blowing another raspberry on the poor boy’s stomach.
“WAHAHAhahahait! Wahait!”
Ron popped his head up, smiling down at his friend. He was calling it quits already? Ron really was good.
“I-Ihihit…” he paused, wondering if the snarky remark would be worth it. Meeting Ron’s gaze, seeing that cocky smirk, he knew what he had to do. “Ihihit’s becahause youhu’re a ginger. Gingers are made for being lihittle shits.”
A gasp from the door made both their heads whip towards the hallway. Ginny had her arms crossed over her chest, a playful scowl on her face. She was originally going to say hi to Harry while he was visiting, but she walked in at the worst possible time for Harry.
The girl knew Harry meant nothing by his playfully statement, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t mess with him. By the looks of it, Ron had found a decently entertaining and effective way of doing so.
“Oh, hey, Ginny,” Ron grinned, waving her over. He took great joy in the way Harry’s eyes immediately widened. “Want to help me with him?”
Ginny nodded, walking in and taking the teen’s wrists in her hands. “I can take his arms.”
“Nohoho!” Harry whined, kicking in their hold. He knew he had messed up, knew he should’ve shut the door when he’d decided to be a nuisance to Ron. The looks on both their faces were absolutely terrifying. He knew his fate, though he still attempted to change it. “I-Ihi dihihidn’t mehehean ihit!”
“Too little, too late,” Ginny sighed, nodding at her brother. She would have her turn bullying him in a moment, but right then, she’d rather tease Harry with her words. Plus, it was kind of fun to watch him smile like that.
Ron chuckled before taking an exaggerated breath, slowly leaning down, and blowing a rather obnoxious raspberry on his friend’s stomach. He was having fun knocking the Boy Who Lived down a peg while also making him laugh. With all the traumas and troubles of the Wizarding World, it was nice to have some silly fun with each other every now and then.
“Such a cute smile,” Ginny grinned, giving his underarms a couple of lazy pokes. The way his ears quickly pinkened let her know the teasing was working. “Everything alright down there, Harry? You’re looking a bit flushed.”
The girl wasn’t wrong. Harry’s face was slowly growing more and more red as the tickling carried on, his ears quickly following suit from the compliments and teases. “Shuhuhut uhup! Ihi— PFAHAHA! Rohohon!”
Harry could hardly get a word in edgewise with Ginny. Every time he would try, Ron would simply blow another raspberry and completely wreck his train of thought. They were being down-right evil, and yet…
Well, it was kind of fun, in a chaotic way. It was nice to have a true laugh with his friends, even if he couldn’t hear himself think over his own boisterous laughter.
After a minute or two of listening to Harry laugh his head off, Ginny tapped her brother’s arm. She had observed Ron’s tactics long enough; it was time for her to have an active hand in all the fun. “Hey, can I have a go?”
“Oh, definitely. Swap you,” Ron nodded, carefully switching places with his sister in a way that wouldn’t let Harry get away. The two boys had placed their wands on Ron’s desk, too, so there was no way he could use any magic to aid in his escape.
“G-guhuhuys! Lehet’s tahalk abouhut thihis!”
“Hmm…no, I’m alright,” Ginny shrugged. She barely gave Harry a moment to process his own doom before she leaned down, blowing yet another raspberry onto the teen’s quivering stomach.
Harry had not expected their change up. Ginny was a bully, too; she skittered her nails up and down his sides before she blew her raspberries, keeping him in a near-constant state of giggly, brainless hysteria.
“Wow, Ginny. You’re cruel,” Ron laughed, shaking his head at his sister’s evil tactics. It was fun to watch Harry loose his marbles from them, though he wanted to make things a bit more entertaining. He gently traced his fingers along the side of Harry’s neck, watching his shoulders scrunch up as far as they could in his position.
Again, a few minutes passed, and Ron tapped Ginny’s arm this time. He saw a way to make things extra enjoyable for the both of them. “Trade?”
“Oh…oh, you little sneak. Absolutely,” Ginny grinned, switching places with her brother once again. They could continue trading back and forth, have fun with their friend until he inevitably tapped out.
“Ohoho my gohohod!” Harry huffed out, shaking his head as he felt the siblings switch again and again and again. At some point, he simply lost track of who was doing what at any given moment. Ron’s nicer touches were lost to Ginny’s teases, their voices blending together in his head. He simply screwed his eyes shut, tossed his head back, and laughed away all his cares.
Despite the absolutely maddening experience, the tickling was fun. He could barely think straight, meaning he couldn’t worry about tomorrow, couldn’t think about their lost friends, couldn’t think about all the hardships that laid ahead of him. All he could do was laugh under his friends, letting the troubles of his difficult life drift off into the background. They would be waiting for him when his redheaded friends stopped, but right then, he was able to simply exist.
“I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t tapped out yet,” mused Ron, who was on his arms for the moment. They had been tickling the hell out of him for around ten, maybe fifteen minutes, yet Harry was still giggling and laughing below them without a single tap to the arm or spoken “stop” in sight. It was almost impressive, in an stupidly dorky way.
“I think he’s having too much fun. Isn’t that right, Harry?” Ginny ribbed, blowing a few smaller raspberries across his stomach. She knew they would need to stop soon, so she was getting in her last few teases while she could. “That’s why he hasn’t told us to stop yet.”
“N-nohoho! *hic* Ihi’m nohohot!” Harry shook his head, little hiccups slipping into his giggly laughter. The scarred boy looked absolutely wrecked beneath them: his face was a bright red, hair a mussed-up, frizzy mess, and his stomach tinted with a lovely pink hue from all the raspberries. His smile was one of pure glee.
Ron clicked his tongue, sucking in a breath. His expression was one of faux-sympathy as he shook his head at Harry. “You don’t wanna lie to Ginny, mate. Just made everything worse for yourself again.”
“Yes, yes he did. Ready for a grand finale, Ron?” Ginny hinted, flicking her eyes to Harry’s exposed underarms. The two were quite good at reading each other’s thoughts, and she knew her brother would knew what to do.
“You bet.”
With one last nod, the siblings struck. Ron gathered Harry’s wrists into one hand, the other snaking down to poke and prod at the scarred teen’s armpits. At the same time, Ginny took a deep breath and pressed her lips to Harry’s stomach, blowing some rather cruel, rather loud raspberries on the boy’s sensitive skin.
To put it simply, Harry lost his mind.
“N-NOHOHOHO!” Harry squealed, kicking weakly at the floor behind Ron. He had lost all semblance of coherent thought, reduced to a giddy, tickle-drunk mess of endorphins beneath his best friend and the boy’s sister, and he couldn’t be happier. It was a bit of a wild thought to digest, but he had it, and it was definitely the right one.
Eventually, Harry simply couldn’t take it any longer. He flapped his hands in Ron’s hold, tapping the redheaded boy’s wrist in surrender. “OHOHOKAHAHAY, OHOKAHAY! NOHO MOHOHORE!”
That was their signal: both siblings immediately stopped their ticklish assaults. Ron released Harry’s arms while Ginny climbed off the boy’s waist, letting him curl up and giggle off the leftover endorphins.
“You alright down there, Harry?” asked Ron. He placed a hand on his friend’s back, rubbing little circles into the bony knots. “Did we go too far?”
“N-nohoho…” Harry huffed, raising his head from his hands. His cheeks were still flushed a bright pink, though he was starting to come back around, catch his breath. “Thohough you twoho are evil.”
Ginny simply grinned at that, plopping down beside Harry on the floor. Her hand threaded through his hair, giving his scalp little scratches. “Why thank you.”
“Bloody hellions,” the boy mumbled, leaning into the touch. They were annoyingly kind after all that cruelty, warming his heart. He unfortunately loved that about them. “Could you at least grab me a blanket and some tea?”
“Fine, you needy git,” Ron huffed, feigning annoyance. He chucked a blanket from his bed at the boy, heading down the stairs to grab some tea for the three of them.
Noticing Harry’s moping, Ginny clicked her tongue. “Oh, don’t be so bitter, Harry. You know you had fun.” A small grin tugged at her lips for a moment, and she added, “Especially when you have such a cute laugh.”
The girl placed a little kiss to the side of his head before getting up, following her brother down the narrow staircase. Harry was left alone with his thoughts, burning cheeks, and a rather pleasant warmth in his chest.
Hmm. I might have to provoke those two more often…
