WIP Challenge Checkin, Day 26, Friday

[jagnikjen]

How's the writing going today, peeps?

~ 1 - 250 words
~ 251 - 500 words
~ 501 - to 1000 words
~ 1001 to 5000 words

Not writing? Then what??

~ editing
~ researching
~ procrastinating giving the muse a holiday
~ cleaning house
~ other

TGIF!!

So it's general weekly chat, beta requests, snippet day!

Have at it--what's going on in your neck of the globe??

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[jagnikjen]

What Dreams May Come, snippet from chapter four...

Ginny lounged sideways in Dad’s armchair, legs dangling over one side, remembering being in Draco’s arms on the dance floor the night before last. One large hand had rested along the curve of her waist, thumb lightly brushing the skin along the edge of her dress, the other hand held hers against his heart. It had been a very romantic evening, though he’d said goodbye at her doorstep with nothing more than a tender kiss that left her both completely charmed and frustratingly aroused and a promise of soon.

“So who’s the bloke?”

“What?” Ginny looked up to find Percy, George, Ron and Hermione watching her with unconcealed amusement. Ron and Hermione huddled close together on the settee holding hands, Hermione’s engagement ring glinting in the afternoon light, and legs tangled together at the ankles. George was sprawled along the other end of the settee, one arm draped across the back, winding his fingers in Hermione’s hair, and Percy sat properly in Mum’s chair.

“Who’s the bloke?” Ron repeated. “You’ve been unusually pleasant the last several Sundays and today you’re positively glowing.”

Heat rushed to Ginny’s face, though she didn’t deny it. She couldn’t. She felt as if she were glowing.

“We’ve come to the conclusion that you must have . . .” Ron coughed and turned an unflattering shade of pink. “. . . met someone.”

“What Ron can’t bring himself to say,” George said with a grin, “is that we think you must finally be getting some. So who’s the lucky bloke?”

Ron choked on his pumpkin juice and Hermione rubbed his back, laughing.

Thankfully, Mum and Dad had decided to sit outside and enjoy the moderate temperatures while they lasted. Not that George would have been that blunt in their presence.

However, since Mum and Dad weren’t within hearing distance, Ginny couldn’t resist. “Who says it’s a bloke?” she asked, raising a brow. “The Harpies are an all-women team.”

George’s eyes nearly popped out of his head and Hermione’s mouth opened and closed like a fish. Ron paled and looked floored.

Ginny fought hard to keep a straight face.

“Why little sister, I had no idea . . . the thought intrigues me.” George pondered her words for a moment and then asked, “All right, who’s the lucky woman?”

Unable to hold back her mirth any longer, Ginny burst into hearty laughter.

“Ah . . . so it is a bloke and he’s got you telling jokes now. Come on, we’d like to thank him and buy him a firewhiskey.”

[lacygrey]

This does make me imagine that the 'lucky bloke' is perhaps hiding under an invisibility cloak somewhere in the vicinity and hearing all this!

Are the Weasleys going to be horribly shocked when the truth comes out?