Ginny Weasley and Her Twists and Turns

"Hey, Harry?" Ginny called, palms sweating.

Without turning around form his position at the front of the trunk he replied," Yeah?"

"Uh-you see . . ."

"Yeah?" he repeated.

"This is getting heavy," she blurted out. Argenta laughed silently, her hands clasped over her mouth.

"Uh, Ginny, not to make you feel bad or anything, but we're already here so, do you think you can stand it for a few more seconds?" Harry asked.

"Yes," Ginny mumbled, shooting a venomous look at Argenta. "I'm fine."

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An hour later, all three of the teenagers were gathered in Grimmauld Place. "So, what was wrong?" Harry asked as soon as they reached the house. Of course, that was after he was smothered by Sirius's large bear hug.

"Well, Mundungus, he's really a right criminal, came over, and my mum's portrait started screaming insults, as always and . . ." Sirius dragged a hand through his hair and shrugged. "Things were too chaotic."

"You made it seem like there was an attack or something," Ginny said angrily. Argenta, still rather tickled about Ginny's failed announcement, pressed the palm of her right hand against her mouth to smother her giggles. "That wasn't funny," she snapped.

"Yes, Gin, it really is," she managed before covering her mouth again. Ginny sighed in irritation and grabbed Argenta by the collar. She then dragged her into a closet and slammed her against the wall.

"That's wasn't funny," she repeated, hurt shown clearly in her cinnamon eyes. Argenta immediately calmed and took Ginny's hand in her own.

"I know. Now I have to make it up to you. That was the reason I said it," Argenta replied with a sly grin. Ginny laughed and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling the brown-eyed girl closer. Argenta leaned forward, and Ginny met the kiss expectantly. Argenta sometimes left her eyes open because she was trying to count how many freckles she had. This time she didn't and instead took a step forward and held Ginny against the wall. She laughed breathlessly as Argenta placed a trail of kisses on her neck and then rubbed her thumb on Ginny's cheek and rested her forehead against Ginny's. Their lips met again, and Argenta ran a hand through Ginny's tresses.

"I love you, Argenta," she whispered as they slid to a seat on the floor, unbuttoning Ginny's shirt.

"I love you too, Ginny." No more words were needed for the kisses that followed.

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The door to the closet flung open. "Wha-" Ron Weasley stopped short, his jaw open. Hermione put her hand under his open mouth and closed it.

"Really, Ron, that's rude," she chided.

"Hey," Argenta said impatiently. "Can you please get out. We need to get dressed." Ginny nodded for emphasis, and Hermione dragged her two best friends out, shutting the door behind them firmly.

"Aren't you freaked out about that?" Ron asked angrily. "She turned my little sister into a pervert."

"Really, Ron, she didn't turn Ginny into one," Hermione said in exasperation.

"She tried to tell me when we were walking to Turpin's house, I think," Harry offered thoughtfully. "Because she was all red and Turpin was laughing at her."

"So now you're referring to her as Turpin?" Ginny asked coolly as the two girls sat down in the sofa across from the older teenagers. Ron gave Argenta an ugly look, and she leaned back, lips twisted and eyebrows raised challengingly. They were ready to deal with them now because they loved each other and weren't ashamed of it.