Uncontrollable Desire
Track 9 ¾

With an absent and dreamy look in her eyes, Ginny waited for her siblings. Platform 9 ¾ was full of people, witches and wizards. Parents who hugged their children one last time and encouraged them. A blissful smile crossed Ginny's face as she remembered how she herself stood here as a little girl and slowly let go of her mother's hand as she got on the train without looking to her family for fear she might get in To burst into tears. And at the same time she felt her self-confidence grow with every further step, leaving her childhood behind.

At least then she thought she was an adult now. Today she is smarter. Today she knows that she was a stupid young girl back then and she also knows very well that today, on that mild, first September morning, she is a grown woman.

So she stood and waited while people and time passed by. She felt how the witcher's eyes got lost in her cleavage and her hands took off her tight, dark blue jeans in thought. Her gray top with black inscription flattered her curves, emphasized her narrow waist. The fiery red hair fell gently over her shoulders, framing her beautiful face. The brown eyes were neatly painted and her lips seduced in a pale soft pink. The passers-by turned to look for her and made eye contact. A small, annoyed sigh escaped her lips as she glanced at the watch on her delicate wrist. It took the boys a long time to get through the stone wall. The train should leave in a few minutes ...

"Ginny!"
Finally, she thought with relief when she recognized Ron's voice. Her brothers came up to her.
"Do you have my luggage?" she asked with concern in her voice. During the holidays she passed the time shopping to distract herself. It would be a shame if the boys left all those nice clothes at home!
Fortunately, George nodded and grinned at her. He seemed to be about to reply when suddenly a familiar voice rang out.
"Hello!"
It was undoubtedly Hermione, and that was the moment Ginny chose to drive around to see her friend. Her long hair flew around her head and shone golden in the sunshine. She saw Hermione and, oh surprise, Harry with her. As she expected and she seemed to have done everything right. Harry's eyes fixed on her, astonishment and disbelief spreading across his face, then he gasped in surprise.
"Ginny?"

Your second joker fell. She brushed her hair back, apparently incidentally, and slowly and theatrically raised her long eyelashes. The brown met green and Harry couldn't believe it. It was her. It was Ginny. The shy, sweet Ginny. The twins and Ron watch Harry's reaction closely and all have to suppress a knowing grin with an effort.You weren't blind, after all, and Ginny has truly turned out to be a beautiful woman.

"Yes Harry?"
Ginny cocked her head slightly and blinked innocently at Harry. It took a few seconds for him to understand that she had spoken to him.
"Um ... Hey, nice to see you ..." he coughed "You look ... different." he added.
Ginny smiled at that and turned once on her own axis to present herself to him.
"Do you like it?" she asked with a smile and her eyes shone.
He caught his breath. Was that still the same Ginny?
"Harry ?!"
Hermione nudged him lightly and Ginny started laughing.
"I think he likes it." laughed George.
"Very, very much!" added Fred.
Harry glared at the two of them and blushed slightly. But when he was about to reply, Ginny turned away.
"Hurry up! The train is about to leave!"
After saying this, the group hurried to an entrance.
Ginny's breakneck ankle boots clattered rhythmically as she walked the cobbled path with her hips swaying. Harry, who was walking three feet behind the twins and Ginny with Hermione and Ron, sneaked a quick glance at her shapely buttocks.

And he wasn't the only one who couldn't seem to take his eyes off Ginny's bottom. Behind the Gryffindor clique was a certain blond Slytherin with his friends who couldn't stop wondering who the attractive beauty is who strutted down the track with Potter's scrap friends.

At that moment they reached the entrance and the redhead got in. Before she disappeared into the train, she turned around briefly and hers and Drako's eyes met. Then she was gone while the blonde stopped dead in his tracks.

What was that? He was attracted to the weasel girl. No, worse still, to Potter's weasel girls. And yet his eyes involuntarily searched every train compartment as he passed, only to catch a glimpse of the beautiful girl's freckled, porcelain doll-like face.

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Hey,
So at the moment I'm very busy and such; D Now there is even a Harry Potter FF!
At least without a big BlaBlaBla - you know what you have to do now, dear ones, don't you?

Hope you liked it,
best regards
Annie

PS: A video will be added soon; D As with my other stories here, you know;