Title: Implications

Author: Aelan Greenleaf

Category: Humour, Romance

Rating: K+

Summary: Many things are implied. Ginny Weasley has some fun with Harry Potter, in the presence of several Weasley family members. (One-post, post-HBP)

"Come on, Harry! Right now. Do it right now."

The horror was evident in his face and in his voice. "Now?"

Her eyes were grinning, laughing. " Yes!"

"In front of your brothers? Your mother?"

She nodded.

"No way!"

"You didn't seem to have a problem this morning." she said, smiling slyly.

"Ginny..." he started, even as his face turned a wonderful shade of tomato red.

"What, Harry?" She was on the verge of laughter, barely containing her amusement.

"It's just not... right!" he exclaimed, as the red on his cheeks turned into a vibrant purple.

"What exactly is going on, here?" asked Mrs. Weasley, though suspicion was already building inside of her.

Ron stood up from the table. "Harry!" he exclaimed, anger running through him, "What did you do to my sister?"

The Weasley brothers all glared at Harry, malcontent visible in every facet of their face and every twitch of their body.

The Chosen One gulped, afraid. Dragons and Voldemort were one thing; a pack of enraged Weasley brothers was another. "I didn't do anything!" he exclaimed, though he began to slowly back away from the table. This was all Ginny's fault.

"Harry..." she said, as her grin grew all the wider, "there's nothing to be embarrassed about! You're very good!"

"What?" exclaimed all four of the Weasley brothers present.

"Harry, I swear-"

"If you-"

"I'm going to ki-"

Their voices all blended into a cacophony of angry and violent male voices. The Tri-Wizard Champion, the Boy-Who-Lived, was definitely, absolutely frightened. He turned to Ginny, frustration and fear mixing together as he faced her.

"Look what you've done! They're going to kill me!"

"Oh, really? I hadn't noticed."

"I haven't done anything! Well, nothing like what you're suggesting!" The purple grew ever darker.

"And what am I suggesting, Harry?"

"Ah... well..." the young man paused, stuttering. "You're implying that we... well, you know."

The room went suddenly quiet around them, as the five family members present all waited their ex-friend's explanation.

"No, I don't know." she answered blithely, voice falsely sweet.

"Harry!" yelled Ron, knocking back his chair as he stalked over to his best friend. "What did you do? Both of you. Whatever." His face heated up and became the same colour as his hair.

"I didn't do anything!" exclaimed Harry.

Ginny, the girlfriend from hell, moved across the room and took the chair that Ron had so hastily vacated. "He's right, he didn't do anything. Not like that."

Harry breathed a sigh of relief, and Ron backed down, just a bit.

"I just heard him singing Celestina Warbeck in the shower this morning, and I just wanted to express my appreciation of his talent." continued Ginny cheerfully. She grinned at Harry, who was looking decidedly sick.

The Burrow became silent, then exploded with raucous laughter a second later. Harry Potter, last hope of the wizarding world, wanted to faint away and die.

"Oh Harry, I never knew you had such taste!" Mrs. Weasley was beaming with pride and happiness, as she began to hum You Charmed The Heart Right Out Of Me. Her sons were asphyxiating with laughter, heads down on the table, barely breathing from their mirth.

"Ginny, I'm going to-" started Harry, but she held up a finger, silencing him in the middle of a world full of noise.

"Now that they think we haven't done what they thought we had, doesn't that leave us free to do what we want?" The sly smile was back, lighting up her face.

He grinned, and as soon as he figured out what she had just said, he would be sure to take advantage of it.