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A/N: The world of Harry Potter belongs to JK
Rowling. I wish they were mine
because then I�d have a bigger closet with much more space. Here�s a little one-shot that I whipped
up. Hope you all enjoy it!

Envy

There�s a nervous anticipation that comes over me as I enter
the flat. There�s already a crowd
here, milling about and chatting away happily over the music that is
playing. There�s a slight haze
above everyone, the smoke of cigs and blunts assaults my senses the moment I
step into the place. There�s
enough space to make my way around but crowded enough that I�m almost always in
contact with someone.

I see some familiar faces here and they greet me with a
smile or a hug, sometimes both. I
say hello back, have pleasant conversation with some of them but my attentions
are really elsewhere. I�m looking
for him. He�s the reason why I
feel like there are a hundred butterflies in my stomach just wanting and waiting
to get out.

I have been looking forward to this day all week. I took today off of work where I have a
job at Witch Weekly as the Beauty Editor to go shopping and to the spa. I�m wearing a pair of designer jeans
that flatter my long and lean legs, my favorite feature of myself. I�m wearing strappy high-heeled sandals
in gold that display my freshly pedicured toes. I�m wearing a gold-beaded halter top, the front deeps just
enough to give an enticing view of my cleavage, the back is bare with a single
sating ribbon tied in a knot. My
hair has been washed, dried and styled to fall in a lovely cascade of red,
perfumed with an intoxicating scent that he had once said he liked. I notice the looks I get from the guys
at the party, the flash of lust in their eyes but I don�t care what they think,
I care what he thinks.

Like in a muggle movie, the crowd suddenly parts and I see
him sitting on a stool by the bar table.
He�s sitting with my brother who has just offered him a beer. I love him. I really do. I
know I do. I�ve loved him even
before I met him when his name was as close to an urban legend as it could
be. He�s wearing dark jeans that
aren�t too tight but fit just enough to let someone know that there aren�t
skinny appendages there. The way his
dark t-shirt fits says the same thing.
He isn�t bulky like my brother who is a professional Quidditch player,
he�s an Auror, a hero, saving the world one day at a time. His arms are strong and for a moment, I
let the memory of him holding me in them wash over my mind. I want to be held in them again. I want much more. I want to lie under him, I want to feel
every part of his skin against mine, I want to feel his thigh brush against my
bottom as he presses himself inside of me, I want to run my hands along those
arms then have them end up in tangled in his hair.

As I approach, Seamus joins them and says something to make
them both laugh. I love his laugh,
his smile. The three of them look
over at me as I near them. The
look in Harry�s eyes is the same as all the other guys who have looked at me
but I cling to the hope that there was something more. Something more than the natural male
appreciation of the opposite sex, something more than the customary once over
that most men do to a woman.

�Hey Ginny,� he says with easy casualness. He is comfortable with my presence, he
has known me since I was a little girl, since that fateful day on the Platform
when we saw Ron off on his first day to Hogwarts.

�Hello Harry,� I reply back. I hope it�s as throaty and sultry as I practiced it to
be. My brother catches his
attentions back to whatever they had been talking about earlier. I linger, jumping into the conversation
once in awhile to keep Harry aware of my presence. Once in awhile I shift my stance and my leg brushes against
his knee. I revel in the
contact. The way I�m standing by Harry,
clearly displays to other interested females to back off. And there are plenty of them here. They glance over at him, hoping to
catch his eye. They live for these
parties so they can go to work Monday morning and say they went to Harry
Potter�s flat for a party. He
shares it with my brother so they can name drop him as well to impress their
co-workers. Whatever.

I lean close to him, my lips nearly brushing his ear as I
speak over the music. �There�s a
line for the loo, can I use yours?� I ask.

�Yeah, sure, of course.�

I walk up the stairs, past the ladies and gents, my head
held high. Some of the young women
quickly turn to their friends to whisper and nod at me. Yes, that is Ginny Weasley,
ex-girlfriend of Harry Potter and yes, I am going into his room. He has altered the wards to let in only
those he gives verbal consent to.
No one else can get in if they tried.

His room is dark and I flip on the light to reveal a neat
and tidy room, so different from the slob that my brother is. I walk over to his bed and run my
fingers over the dark blue comforter.
I take a dare and lay down on top of it, my head resting on his pillow
breathing in his scent. I close my
eyes and imagine he is lying there with me.

I sigh and get up.
I use his bathroom, thumb through the products he has in his medicine
cabinet. I take a whiff of his
cologne. I love that smell. It�s time that I return to the party
downstairs and so I turn off the light and leave.

Upon my approach, the few brave women that have congregated
around Harry, Ron and Seamus scatter and I take my rightful place by Harry�s
side. I revel and bask in their
envious glares. A small smirk
plays at the corner of Harry�s mouth and I see Luna Lovegood approaching. I�ll let her in the circle, she isn�t
after Harry, she�s after my brother.
I have to wonder sometimes if it�s a fruitless quest. She doesn�t seem his type. But Harry greets her kindly and I know
he holds conversation with her partly because he likes to see Ron squirm
uncomfortably was he�s around her.

The conversation is pleasant and Harry seems to smile
endearingly at Luna as she goes off on a tangent about some weird
creature. Seamus jumps into the
conversation and Harry turns his head to look over the crowd. The front door opens and Terry Boot
walks in, followed by some other woman I don�t recognize and then finally
Hermione.

The look on Harry�s face as he watches her approach is an
odd one. It�s hard to describe
this look of detached interest. I
can only equate it to a muggle show on the television I saw one night when Ron
and I were bored. Harry has the
look of a lion watching a gazelle, not yet hungry enough for the chase but
marking where the food is just in case. It�s a look he�s never given me so I�m not worried
about it. Besides, this is
Hermione, his best friend�s ex-girlfriend. That alone puts her in the �Untouchable� category.

They greet her as they normally do, with teases, smiles and
hugs. She gives both my brother
and Harry a kiss, a friendly one.
I don�t mind. She knows who
I am to Harry.

�So�Terry, huh?� Seamus asks her as he hands her a shot of Firewhiskey. Hermione takes it and knocks it back.

�He�s just a friend,� Hermione smiles. Terry is a medi-wizard student along
with Hermione studying at St. Mungo�s.
I know Seamus is teasing her.

�I knew he�s the
reason why you constantly reject my offers for dinner,� he grins.

�I thought it was because I have better taste,� Hermione
flirts back. Ron and Harry
mockingly wince at her words.

�Well, you dated this git over here so the standards can�t
be that high,� Seamus laughs.

�Hey!� my brother says in protest and Harry and I look at
each other and laugh, another example of our deep connection to each
other. Ron leans forward and in a
conspiratorial whisper asks, �So,
Terry, huh?�

�Ron,� Harry says in a tone of warning.

This is where Harry�s loyalty to my brother falters. He always chases Ron off the topic of
Hermione�s love life, respecting her privacy. He is a good friend to her.

Seamus tells Hermione that someone from the ministry is
here, I don�t recognize the name but it seems to interest Hermione and she
leaves with Seamus for an introduction.

The party continues and I�ve made my second circuit around
the room, mingling and catching up with old friends. Many of them ask me how Harry is doing, those are usually
the ones too shy to go up to him himself.
They look up at me with envy as I tell them he�s doing just fine. It�s me they go to when they want to
know the latest gossip about him.
Our names are always tied together in the gossip pages, our photographs
splash the front cover of magazines.
According to them, we have been engaged several times, eloped twice,
there was even a baby watch for a few months when a rumor was spread that I was
pregnant with his child and he was rushing around trying to make an honest
woman out of me. Once in Diagon
Alley, I overheard a group of pre-teens who were clutching the latest copy of
one of these magazines.

�Merlin, I wish I were Ginny Weasley,� one of them had said.

�Yeah,� said another, �she�s the luckiest girl on the
planet.�

Someone is blabbering on about something to me and my mind
wanders, my eyes search for Harry and find him sitting in an armchair. The look in his eyes startles me and
excites me at the same time, awakening something primitive inside of me that
causes a warmth to pool between my legs.

He still has the look of that lion watching the
gazelle. Only this time, he has
decided that he is hungry and ready for the chase. This gaze is not directed at me, however, it�s centered on
another corner of the room.

A bright laugh catches my attention and I see Hermione
laughing hard at something someone has said in the circle she�s sitting
with. The group is clustered
around the coffee table, a large bottle of Firewhiskey is half-filled and there
are shot glasses cluttering the surface.
They are playing some sort of drinking game. Harry�s gaze is settled on someone at that table and with a
start of realization I see that it is probably the new girl, sitting next to
Hermione that she brought to the party with her.

Well, she�s new so she gets a free pass. But she needs to quickly learn who I am
in his life and that she doesn�t stand a chance. The fact that Harry hasn�t even been with me in that intimate
way is of no consequence, I�m sure it will happen tonight. I mean, the look he gave me when he
first saw me is a clear indication that he is interested.

I go to his room again to use the loo and on the way back I
stall at his closet. I open the
slotted doors and his scent immediate fills my senses. I love his smell. I open my arms and gather some of his
shirts in my arms and bury my nose in them, breathing him in. I picture everyone at the party leaving
and him coming up to his room alone and finding me in his bed with nothing on
but one of his shirts. I get
turned on just by the thought of what it will be like to have him take my
virginity. I�ve been saving it for
him and him alone.

I hear footsteps outside of his door and the sound of the knob
turning. I have just enough time
to duck into the closet and close it before his bedroom door opens and Hermione
walks in. I briefly wonder what
the hell she is doing here before I see her go into his bathroom.

Oh.

A sigh of relief escapes me. But I�m still panicked, what will she say if she caught me
in here? I silently will her to
hurry and a surge of joy fills me when I hear the toilet flush and the running
water from the tap. His bedroom
door opens and my nerves are on overdrive when I see Harry walk into the room
and close the door behind him. Oh
shit! How am I going to explain my
little hiding place now?

The door to his bathroom opens and Hermione steps out. �Harry!!� she says as she jumps. �You scared me!�

�Sorry,� he replies.
He doesn�t look the least bit apologetic. In fact, that predatory look on his face has
heightened. He is giving chase, he
wants the gazelle.

Hermione backs away from him. �Harry,� she says in a warning.

He lunges for her and she shrieks playfully, jumping up on
his bed and running over it to the other side. She sprints for the door but he catches her by the
waist. She�s laughing as he picks
her up and she wraps her legs around him.
He moves to the door, the nearest wall to them and he presses her up
against it as he kisses her.

I�m in complete and total shock! My mind is refusing to process this strange turn of events,
this fluke. It has completely shut
down and I can�t even move.

Harry reaches out and turns off the lights. It doesn�t help me, the moon is full
and shining brightly through the windows in his room. I can see everything.

Hermione tilts her head as he begins to kiss her neck. I see one of his hands snake up from
her waist to cup one of her breasts.
She lets out a soft moan as he squeezes and caresses it. Her arms wrap around his neck as he
sets her feet back down on the floor.
The hand that was at her breast now moves back down her front. She stops him.

�Harry, no,� she coos at him.

�Why not?� he answers.

�Everyone is downstairs.�

He shrugs and kisses her neck. �So?�

�They�re going to notice you�re missing.�

�And this is a problem, why?� There�s a hint of impatience
in his voice.

�Harry, it�s your birthday party.� They kiss again, a deep slow one.

�I know,� he says against her lips. �And I plan to have my cake and eat it
too.�

His hands wander back down and she doesn�t fight him this
time as he unbuttons her jeans and unzips them. Hermione bites her lip as his hand disappears inside of
them. He uses his thigh to nudge
hers further apart. She lets out a
small moan and he swears under his breath. I see his hand moving rhythmically before he stops and
removes it to help tug down her jeans.

�Harry.�
Hermione�s voice is a strangled whisper.

He kisses her neck, his hands palming her breasts, he leaves
a trail of kisses as he sinks to his knees in front of her. He lifts the hem of her grey tank to
place kisses and licks against her flat belly before heading to the delicate
triangle patch of fabric that are her knickers.

Hermione leans back, her head knocking back against the door
as her hands tangle in his hair. I
can see one of his hands on her hips, stilling her, keeping her from
bucking. I can only imagine where
his other hand is. Her moans
become a little more bold and a little more frequent. Harry moves away from her, still on his knees as she kicks
off her sandals and he slides her jeans down her legs. Hermione claws at his t-shirt, yanking
it over his head, taking his glasses with them. Her hands are on the fly of his jeans and Harry doesn�t
hesitate to take them off as well.
His boxers drop to the floor but I can only see his backside, his
perfectly toned ass.

He�s picked up Hermione again and this time he carries her
to the bed, a wave of his hand sends the comforter unfurling and falling off
the end of the footboard. His body
blocks Hermione�s, I can only see his back, the muscles rippling in the
moonlight. She is sitting in front
of him, her legs must be spread because I can see her knees bent on either side
of him. I watch him take off her
stupid grey tank and toss it to the side, her bra follows shortly after. He moves over her, drawing the sheet up
behind him as he settles himself between her legs that are still bent at the
knees. I see one hand reach in
front of him as he bends down to kiss her. I hear the distinct sound of fabric ripping.

�Harry!� Hermione scolds, sitting up on her elbows.

�What? I�ll buy you a new pair,� he says into her neck. Hermione gentle pushes him back.

�That was the pair
you bought me from the last time you did that.�

Harry contemplates the flimsy fabric dangling from his
fingers. �Oh.�

�I�m going to request something more expensive this
time. Maybe that�ll deter you.�

Harry lets the torn fabric drop to the floor before
returning to Hermione. �La Perla
isn�t cheap. I should know better
than to buy you something that just drives me mad when I see it on you.� His voice is rough with lust and
unrequited passion. He lowers
Hermione back down on the mattress while at the same time moving one of her
legs up, her calf resting on his shoulder.

�Harry.�
Hermione�s voice has a hint of panic in it. �Harry, be gentle.
I�m still sore from this morniiiiiing!�

The sheet outlines his lower body and I can see one of his legs stretched out
while the other is laying sideways, bent at the knee for leverage. I can see the muscles of his back
writhing, his weight on one arm while the other arm�s hand is gripping her hip. My eyes wander to his bum, covered by
the sheet, but I can still see the faintest trace of his muscles contracting
there as he pumps furiously into Hermione. I�m fascinated, horrified and heart-broken all at the same
time.

I�ve never had sex.
But the way he�s thrusting into her tells me that he has blatantly
ignored her request to be gentle.
But she sounds like she doesn�t mind. The headboard has begun to knock against the wall and
between her gasps I hear Hermione say a quick Silencio. The mattress is still squeaking though
and I wonder who else can hear them.
Harry seems to not care at the moment. I want someone to come in and barge in on them, stop them,
yell at them. I don�t have the
courage to. I�m still in
shock. I don�t know what I�m
feeling.

Hermione looks like a tangle of limbs underneath him. He isn�t making gentle love to her like
I�ve read in those romance novels.
This would be what I have overheard my brothers call �fucking�. Hermione was getting fucked by Harry
Potter. He drives into her harder
and for a moment I wonder if he�s really hurting her, if she could split in
two. Her hands tangle in his hair
as she moans even louder, saying his name. One of her legs drops off of his shoulder and Harry reaches
for it, letting her thigh rest against his hips. He�s gripping her thigh so tightly I know she�ll have bruises.

�Oh!� I hear her moan as she moves her hands to splay on his
back. �Harry!� she whimpers
between her cries as she grips his back, her nails leaving faint scratches on
his skin.

�Hermione.� His
voice is guttural even primitive as he gives a particularly rough thrust, a
short pause, another thrust, pause and a final thrust before he collapses on
top of her. She gathers him in her
arms, kissing him. They lay there
for a moment before his bum lifts slightly off of her in a soft moan of
reluctance then he rolls off of her.
I see him, all of him, for just a moment. The mysterious dark curls covering the sack of flesh
underneath, his penis rests on his skin, wet and glistening before he covers
himself with the sheet. His chest
is gleaming with sweat and he mutters �fuck� as he flops on his back, one arm
draped over his eyes.

Hermione has covered herself modestly with the sheet and she
lays on her side, watching him with an amused and satisfied look on his
face. I hate her. Her hand is playing with his hair and
he moves his arm to look up at her.
He smiles and brings her down for a kiss. A hand moves up and gently tugs on her sheet but Hermione is
gripping it tightly. She breaks
the kiss and pulls away from him.

�I don�t think so,� she says coyly at him. �I�m lucky if I can still walk.�

�But it�s my birthday,� he whines.

Hermione gets off of the bed and pulls on her jeans, sans
knickers. �Yes and you�ve already
had two of your presents this morning.

A dreamy look covers Harry�s face. �Ah yes.�

She grins and rolls her eyes. He watches her as she gets dressed, propping himself up on
an elbow, sheet falling at his waist, contentment on his face. Hermione bends down to put on her
sandals and she picks up her ruined knickers. She tosses them to Harry who catches them with his Seeker
reflexes.

�You are such a jerk sometimes,� she sighs.

Harry laughs at her as he examines his own handiwork. �I told you I�d buy you another
pair. I�ll buy you a whole drawer
full if I get to rip every single one of them off of you.�

�I�m sure you would,� she says as she leans over to give him
one more kiss.

�Stay the night,� he says. It�s more of an order than a request.

She kisses him one more time and gets off of the bed. She stops at the door and turns around
again. �Oh, I almost forgot.� She reaches in her pocket and pulls out
a tiny box. With a tap of her wand
the box enlarges to an 8 by 8 cm cube wrapped in red paper with a gold
ribbon. �Happy Birthday, Harry,�
she says as she tosses the box to him.

He catches it and looks up at her. �I love you.� I
die.

�Of course you do,� she replies back, blowing him a kiss and
slipping out of the door, turning the lights back on.

Harry looks like a kid at Christmas as he sits up and
eagerly unwraps her gift. He lifts
the lid, reaches in and pulls out some ribbon�with a key attached to it. I don�t know what it means but it must
mean something to Harry because he thrusts both fists in the air with a
triumphant �YES!!!� before falling backwards on the bed.

He gets up eventually, dresses and leaves the room to join
the party downstairs. After a
moment, I finally leave the closet.
The air still smells of them and I stare at the unmade bed.

I have to get out of here.

The rest of the party is surreal. Harry and Hermione go about as if nothing had happened
between him. They pull it off
flawlessly as if they�d been doing this for quite some time. Maybe they have. I feel like a complete idiot. Of course he wouldn�t want her name
splashed over the magazines like mine is.
I should hate him but I don�t.
I should hate Hermione, but I don�t. Well, maybe sort of.
I envy her. This should be
my hint to leave them alone, to give up Harry.

But I can�t.

I�ve seen him at his rawest. I�ve seen the way he has sex and I wonder how many different
ways he makes love to her. I want
the same thing. What I have seen
only fuels my quest even more. I
want Harry and nothing can stop me.

Hours later, I watch in silence as Hermione makes her way up
to Harry�s room undetected and under no one�s suspicions. The party is winding down and people
are slowly leaving. I�m sitting in
the stool that he was sitting in when I first saw him this evening. He approaches the bar.

�Did you have fun tonight?� he asks me.

I take in every feature of his face. �I did. Happy Birthday Harry.�
I love him. I want him. I will have him.

�Thanks,� he says genuinely. He reaches for a bottle of Firewhiskey and I breathe in his
scent. He moves away and says a
quick goodbye to Lavender and Dean, then waves at everyone else left at the
party before he climbs the stairs.
I move out of the stool and watch him. He opens the door to his room, smiles, and closes the door
behind him.
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