Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. JK Rowling does.
Chapter One: Running Water
The sound of running water made her want to pee. Even so, she had already tried to shut off the dripping sink in the girl's bathroom. With her mind unfocused, she allowed the dripping to continue.
Drip. Drip. Drip.
Ginny groaned in frustration. She had already snuck from the Gryffindor rooms to come down here and meet him. Her shirt fell down to her knees, and other than that she had on a pair of worn out knickers. She had run a comb through her hair before she snuck out. It was more comfort than anything else, brushing her hair.
Her feet started to hurt from standing on the cold tile. She walked over to one of the empty stalls and sat down.
She heard the bathroom door open and then creak shut. That always made her nervous. She twirled a strand of red hair around her slender finger. The footsteps grew louder as he walked over to the stall she was in. They came to a sudden halt as he stopped and looked in, staring at her.
Ginny looked up into his emerald eyes. She smirked, "I almost thought you had bailed on me."
Instead of saying anything, he reached out and pulled her up into his chest. He stroked her hair, and held her tight.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
She felt warm liquid on her cheek and pulled back from him. Ginny looked at him and couldn't help but notice how handsome he was. She leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek.
At once he leaned forward and kissed her. Hard and needing. That's how it always was though. She entwined her arms around his neck. His hands reached down and pushed her shirt up, then all at once he was cupping her breasts with his hands and kneading them. She moaned as he did this. His lips moved from hers down to her breasts. She pushed her fingers into his hair, as if to encourage him.
His hand reached down to her knickers, he pushed them out of the way as his fingers made their way into her. She let out little gasps as he pushed a finger inside of her. He moaned at the feeling of her warmth on him, on his finger. He pulled it up and backed her out of the stall, against the wall.
Ginny felt his hesitation and she leaned up and kissed his ear. She pulled the lobe with her teeth and whispered to him, "Come on."
He didn't need any further encouragement and he hoisted her up so her legs were around his waist. Reaching down with one hand, he freed himself from his boxers and pushed up againt her. He pushed her knickers out of the way and pushed himself in. He gasped at the feeling of being inside of her.
All at once, he was pounding himself into her. She wrapped her legs tightly around him, moaning with each thrust. He didn't slow as he reached his orgasm. She held on to him as he came in her. She had begun using a contreceptive a while back, when this first started.
The emerald eyes looked into hers again, as he lowered her back to the ground.
Ginny adjusted her shirt, and walked over to the sink. The dripping one. She turned the faucet on and splashed cold water on her face. She looked into the mirror and could see Harry standing behind her, watching her.
"We don't have to keep doing this. You don't have to do this for me. What I mean is -"
Ginny cut him off. "Harry, we agreed that I would do this. This addiction that you have, if it's going to be there, then i'd rather be the one there for you. Instead of someone else, someone who doesn't know you or care for you.."
He walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her. "You're one of my best friends Gin. You always will be. I just..I can't.."
"I understand. And that's why I agreed to be there for you. I'm here when you need me ok, Harry?"
Harry nodded his head and reached forward and hugged her. He held her in his arms for what seemed like forever. The smell of her shampoo, lavender, pleased his nostrils as he held her.
He smiled at her, "What would Dean think?"
She frowned, and his smile vanished. She shrugged her shoulders, "He knows you have an addiction. He knows that i'm involved in it. He just doesn't know it's a sex addiction."
Once again Harry frowned and looked down at her. "I don't understand why you want to do it though. I could always find a random girl to-"
Shaking her head so that her red hair moved around her face, she explained, "I'd rather it be me. Instead of someone you barely know or don't care about. I'd rather it was me."
Harry looked toward the bathroom door.
"We'd better go to bed. Before Ron or Hermione wake up, i'd hate to explain that one."
Ginny nodded and followed him out of the bathroom and toward the dormitory. Different thoughts invaded her head. At the moment, the loudest was her answer. Why did she do it? She knew the answer to that even in her sleep.
She loved Harry Potter. Loved him. Even if she couldn't be with him, she would help him out any way she could. Even if helping him out meant meeting up with him whenever he needed it for a quick shag. Because Harry found out that he needed sex, he craved sex, and with it he could go on living a semi normal life. Without the nightmares. Without being depressed. Ginny Weasley was Harry Potter's personal drug.
