Smother Me

Harry loves Ginny beyond all reason and would do absolutely anything to make her happy. When she is threatened, will Harry leave her behind again to protect her? Rated M for lemons and language.

The title of the story is inspired by a song of the same name by The Used. They're a fantastic band, go and check them out.

CP 1

Let me be the one to call you baby all the time. Surely, you can take some comfort knowing that you're mine. Just hold me tight, lay by my side, and let me be the one to call you baby all the time.

- Smother Me, by The Used

Harry took Ginny in his arms and held her tight, grateful that she was with him, grateful that she had forgiven him for leaving her.

Thankfully, she had forgiven him quickly once the final battle was finished. Their eyes had met across the Great Hall - well, her eyes had really never left his form once he had thrown the invisibility cloak off and faced Voldemort - and Harry knew, just knew instinctively, that he would never want to be apart from her again. He was surrounded by hundreds of people clapping him on the back with congratulations, but when his eyes met Ginny's, they had been the only two people in the world.

Later that night they had found each other, quietly, in the Gryffindor common room after the few students left in the tower were sound asleep. At first neither of them had spoken, finding quiet comfort in each other's arms. Then, for hours after they poured out their hearts and souls to each other. Telling tales - some sad, some stunning - of their year apart – their battles, their struggles, their common heartache.

When their tongues were tired from talking, and the morning sun was beginning to spread her pinkish rays through the tall windows of the tower, Harry stood and pulled Ginny to her feet, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her tight to his chest, then he fell to one knee.

"Ginny," he began softly, looking up into her eyes, "this past year has been hell, and not only because I was staring death in the face everyday, but because I wasn't with you. I was a stupid sod thinking that I could protect you better by separating myself from you. All I succeeded in doing was adding misery and pain into my already warped psyche. But, seeing you again yesterday, it was like coming home, Gin. I realized that wherever you are, that's exactly where I need to be. I love you," he faltered, his voice cracking from the emotions coursing through him, and Ginny grinned, ignoring the tears trickling down her cheeks. "Please, Gin, please, will you marry me – stay with me forever?"

She stood there stunned. She had no idea what she was supposed to do – what was the proper reaction to have when all of your dreams came true at the very same moment?

She dropped to her knees, as they were unable to keep her upright any longer. She tipped Harry's chin so that he was looking in her eyes, and she nodded. She squeaked out a weak, "yes," and then she was crushed in Harry's arms and they were kissing and crying at the same time.

"Promise me something, Harry," Ginny said, pulling away from him slightly.

"Anything," he replied, helping her up and bringing her to sit on the couch near the fireplace.

"I need to know, Harry, that you will never leave me behind again. I don't want to be protected or lied to, not even if you think it's for my own good. I need to know that you will always be truthful with me, good or bad, and that we will be partners in this life. Where you are, that's where I will need to be," she finished, echoing his words.

Harry looked into her eyes, the deep chocolate brown eyes that he couldn't live without, and he nodded. "I promise, Ginny, never again." She nodded, too.

"Okay, then." They smiled and kissed gently.

Xxx

That was two months ago, and Harry had been alternating between staying at the Burrow with the Weasley's and Hermione and at Grimmauld Place, and they were all trying to pick up the pieces of their broken lives. They had attended more funerals then Harry cared to recount, ending four weeks ago, agonizingly, with Fred's.

Since then, Hermione and Ron had gone and retrieved her parents from Australia, and Harry had spent many hours holding Ginny and helping her through her pain, letting her cry when she needed to, and rage and scream when she needed that, too.

And one warm afternoon in mid-July, the two of them went to Diagon Alley and picked out a simple, but flawless diamond ring for Ginny. They had found it in a vintage shop down at the end of a winding lane, and Ginny had fell in love with it instantly. She loved the fact that the ring had belonged to someone else, that it had a history.

Harry and Ginny announced their engagement to her family that night at dinner, to unexpected reactions.

The family, especially Ginny's brothers, wasn't happy at all with the news. That night, and for the past two weeks, Harry and Ginny had been on the receiving end of constant glares and side-long glances from Ginny's brothers, and even from her parents on occasion. They weren't quite ready to accept that Ginny had forgiven Harry and that they were back together.

Her parents had actually forbidden it. Forbidden it! Harry hated sneaking around with her, trying to steal kisses and touches whenever they could. It made him feel like they were doing something wrong by being in love, but he flatly refused to be separated from Ginny again, no matter what anyone said.

He had tried to explain to the Weasley's repeatedly why he had broken it off with Ginny the previous year, but all they could remember was the months of pain and heartbreak that Ginny had endured after Harry chucked her. He was shamed, and felt even worse every time Ginny tried to console him.

Xxx

Today was Harry's birthday, a hot, sunny beautiful day in late July. Harry pretended that he was spending a couple of hours at Grimmauld Place and then going to spend some time in Diagon Alley as Ginny headed out the door with a blanket, a book, and her suntan oil. She kissed Harry goodbye, scowled at her brothers and left through the back door, not speaking to any member of her family. Harry flooed to #12, changed his clothes, grabbed some clothes for later, and then apparated directly to the edge of the lake, a mile from the Burrow.

Ginny joined him moments later, and Harry immediately placed a disillusionment charm over them both, and then cast muffliato to silence them to everything around them. They lay, side by side, soaking up the sun, but Harry couldn't rip his eyes away from Ginny, her body in that skimpy blue bikini was the stuff that his dreams were made of.

She peeked at Harry from the corner of her eye and chuckled. He blushed at being caught staring at her once again, but Ginny just rolled over into Harry's arms and grinned.

"You're adorable when you're embarrassed," she told him and he grimaced.

"Gin," he began seriously, pulling her closer. "I love you. I hate hiding; hate lying to your family."

She smiled at she looked up into his emerald eyes. "I love you, too, Harry, and I hate it, too. It'll get better, we just have to be patient a little longer. They'll come around." She sighed, "I don't want to talk about them today, Harry, I just want to be with you. Happy birthday…"

"Thank you…" he said softly, bent his head and pressed his lips against hers. She laced her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer, licking at his bottom lip until he opened his mouth to her. The swirl of her tongue in his mouth made Harry groan with pleasure and he felt her lips curl into a smile against his kiss.

He pulled back and looked into her eyes. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing, I just love the sounds that you make," she replied, smiling, looking at his mouth, tracing his lips with her finger. "I love your lips – I could spend hours feasting on your lips - they're so soft and warm. And, I love it when you think something's really hysterical, and you smile so wide that your upper lip completely disappears and the dimple on your left cheek stands out. That's my favorite one of your eight hundred kinds of smiles."

His eyes glistened with unshed tears as he listened to her, amazed that she seemed to feel about him the exact same way he felt about her. He opened his mouth slightly and flicked his tongue out to taste Ginny's finger and it was her turn to groan. She closed her eyes and leaned back into his kiss, deepening it. She ran her hands along his ribs and back, the thick muscles in his neck, reveling in the feel of his body against hers.

Ginny released Harry's mouth and sprinkled kisses along his jaw line. She absolutely loved it when he didn't shave for a couple of days – the rough stubble scraping along her sensitive skin, making her groan. She yearned to feel his whiskers raking across her bare breasts.

She took his glasses off and laid them to the side on top of his t-shirt, and glanced back into his deep green eyes, running her hands through his dark hair. She dipped her tongue into the small crevice in his chin, and then sucked on the spot that he loved behind his left ear.

"Ginny…" he moaned, running his hands down her arms and sides, bringing his hands up under her breasts. His thumbs traced small circles on the bare skin of her stomach, making her nipples pucker instantly, and Harry felt them through the thin fabric of her swimsuit. He closed his eyes and focused on the sensations coursing through him, hoping that his very apparent erection wasn't being noticed by Ginny.

She circled his nipple with her tongue then sucked it into her mouth, teasing him lightly with her teeth. Harry exhaled sharply, and he tugged at the tiny strings tied around Ginny's neck.

She couldn't control the overwhelming feelings flowing through her body. She wanted Harry with her entire being. Never wanted to stop touching and tasting him. She wanted to explore every single crevice of his body over and over again. They had teased each other all summer long with long caresses, exploring tongues, deep kisses. They had touched, but had never seen each other completely naked before. Ginny wanted more, wanted everything.

She could feel her core become slick when she pulled Harry's nipple into her mouth, and when she saw the tent his erection created in his bathing suit, she reveled in the fact that it was her that was doing that to him.

The flimsy material of her top fell as Harry finished untying the strings around her back, and he tossed her top to the side. Ginny pressed herself against Harry then, loving the feeling of their bare skins touching. She moved from side to side, Harry's chest hair brushing against her breasts, making her nipples erect once again.

"Jesus, you feel so good," Ginny said. Harry rubbed his hands down her bare back, letting her long, thick hair run through his fingers.

"Sit up, Gin," Harry said, his voice suddenly thick, as he pulled her up by her shoulders. She threw her leg over Harry's hips and faced him, and he gazed down at her bare breasts. "You're so beautiful – so perfect." He reached up and held her full breasts in his hands.

Harry sat up with Ginny still on his lap, she was feeling his stiff dick against her bum he was sure, and he kissed her deeply. Their tongues dancing and teasing and tasting. Ginny ran her tongue along his teeth and then back deep into his mouth, grinding gently into his hips. He held her tongue lightly between his teeth and sucked on it, making Ginny moan and exhale into his mouth.

"I'd do anything to hear you make that sound again," Harry mumbled as he held Ginny's shoulders and pushed her back slightly so she rested her weight on her hands behind her – and he felt her long hair brush against his thighs. He sucked on her neck, marking her there, and then took her taut, pale pink nipple into his mouth, licking her and sucking hard, making her groan his name loudly.

A hot jolt ran directly from her nipple in Harry's mouth to her core. She was so wet, she was sure that Harry's lap would be soaked through if she ever climbed off. "God, Harry," she said, wrapping strands of Harry's hair in her fingers, holding him in place, "please don't stop, don't ever fucking stop."

"I don't intend to," he whispered as he made his way to her other nipple, licking it and running his teeth lightly over the sensitive tip, as he rolled her abandoned nipple between his fingers. He held her breast with one hand and cupped her ass with the other.

"Aah!" she screamed throwing her head back, grinding her hips back and forth over Harry's cock, making him groan against her chest.

"Fuck, Ginny, Jesus!" he said, and she moved from his hips, chuckling. She untied the string of his swim shorts, hooked her fingers under the waistband and pulled them gently down to Harry's ankles, and he tossed them to the side with his toes.

Ginny stared at Harry's dick, long and thick and beautiful and couldn't help but lick her lips in anticipation. "Fuck," he said as he watched her lips curl into a smile, his dick twitching. Harry untied the strings at the sides of her bikini bottom and threw the offending item next to her top.

Harry held her by her shoulders and made her look at him. "Ginny, are you sure you're ready? Really sure? We don't have to do this now – I can wait for you."

"God, yes, Harry, I'm ready. I want to feel you inside of me. I need you moving deep inside of me."

"Jesus," he cursed again, turning her onto her back on the soft blanket and spreading her thighs with his own. She looked down at him on his knees between her legs and smiled. She reached down and stroked his dick, spreading the beads of pre-cum that were dripping from his tip around his head.

"Mmm…" Harry said as he watched Ginny's hand pump him gently. "Fuck that feels good." As soon as he said "fuck" again, Ginny moaned and could feel the slickness spread between her legs again. Ginny pushed him back onto his heels as she sat up, leaned over him and grazed the tip with her tongue, then without warning, took Harry as far into her mouth as she could. She sucked and licked him hard, unwilling to stop, even when he tried to grab her head and pull her away. "Gin, please…I'm gonna come…stop!"

Instead, she grabbed his ass and shoved him in deeper, loving the feeling of Harry's dick hitting the back of her throat. She moaned loudly, the vibration reverberating over his cock and he threaded her hair around his hands, pulling gently.

"Fuck!!" Harry screamed, throwing his head back. "Ginny, now, move!" But, she didn't let him go as he came in long, hot spurts into her mouth. Ginny cupped his balls, squeezing gently until he was spent, swallowing everything he gave her. She released his dick then and smiled at Harry.

"You're fucking delicious," she said and smiled again, licking her lips.

"Christ," Harry said, wiping the sweat from his forehead. "You're amazing." He pushed her gently onto her back and lay down between her legs, pushing her knees up so her feet were flat on the blanket.

"Mmm…I'm going to enjoy this," Harry said, staring at her pink core. "You smell so good and you're so wet for me, aren't you? My mouth is watering for you, baby."

Ginny groaned and closed her eyes, her head rolling to the side. She loved him talking to her like this. God, it made her so wet. Harry spread her cunt with his thumbs, and licked from her hole to her clit. Ginny screamed and arched her back, unable to believe that anything could feel this good.

"Fuck, Harry! God, more…" she yelled, rolling her nipples between her fingers.

"Mmm…" he said again watching her tease her nipples, "You taste so fucking good – so sweet." He licked her again, the best fucking ice cream cone that he ever had in his mouth. He stiffened his tongue and plunged it as deep as he could into Ginny, making her scream his name. Harry smiled into her cunt at hearing his name on her lips.

He scraped his stubbly chin back and forth over her clit, his eyes never leaving her face, and Ginny grabbed fistfuls of his hair. "Fuck, Harry, yes!! Holy shit!" He pushed two fingers deep into her cunt and her back arched again as she came hard around Harry's fingers. He plunged them into her again and again until she was no longer pulsing.

He laid back by Ginny's side and she lunged into his arms, still breathing heavy.

"Jesus," she managed to say after a few minutes. He nodded, "I know."

She looked up into his face, noticing that his face and jaw were still covered in her juices. She dragged herself up onto her elbow and licked his chin as Harry closed his eyes and smiled.

"You're right, I do taste good," Ginny said and Harry chuckled deep in his chest. She laughed and licked him again.

"Mmm-Hmm…" he said and pulled her closer. She draped her leg over his and noticed his dick was hard again.

"Harry…" she said, looking at him again. "Now?"

Harry rolled Ginny onto her back once again and crawled between her legs. "Gin, I love you."

"I love you, Harry," she replied and they smiled.

Harry exhaled and grabbed his cock, resting his tip against her entrance, not wanting to hurt her, but knowing it was inevitable. He pushed into her gently, only allowing his head to enter and Ginny gasped – she tingled from head to toe and her chest constricted – she smiled.

"Mmm…you feel so good, Harry." He rocked forward and back, entering her a little more each time. Finally, after a few strokes, he felt the membrane inside of her, and he said, "Gin, this'll hurt for a minute. Are you ready? Are you alright?"

"Yeah," she sat up as best she could so she could hold onto Harry's shoulders. "Okay."

Harry kissed her and rocked back, exiting her a little and then plunged back in until he was fully encased in her. Ginny gasped again and held onto Harry, digging her fingers into his shoulders and shutting her eyes tightly. Harry held still, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside of her, letting her pain subside.

"Mmm…" she said after a minute and lying back down. "Jesus, Harry, you feel fucking amazing. Please…more…"

Harry grinned and began to move in and out of Ginny gently. She smiled at his gentleness, then wrapped her legs around his ass and pulled him towards her roughly. He lost his balance and fell onto his hands, laughing with her.

"I take it you want more?" he asked, smiling.

"God yes, harder!" she answered, smiling at him. "Move your ass, Potter."

"Just remember you asked for it…" he said smiling again, plunging into her hard as she sucked in her breath, closing her eyes.

"Fuck, Harry, yes! Just like that!" she screamed. He plowed into her again and again, the feeling of being inside of Ginny overwhelming his senses. Harry leaned forward again, putting his weight on his hands on either side of Ginny's waist.

He kept thrusting, squeezing his eyes shut, panting. He pushed in harder and harder, his balls slapping against her with every thrust. He was mesmerized by her breasts – the way they bounced up and down every time he drove into her. Ginny moaned endlessly, her head thrashing from side to side, her hands running along the muscles in his arms, her hips lifting to meet his.

"Harry, I love you, you are everything that I'll ever want," she said, looking at his face and smiling at his expression.

Harry shook his head in amusement. One minute Ginny was screaming and cursing at him to fuck her harder, and the next she was tender and loving. He loved her, all of her, he never knew what she'd say or do next.

He leaned down and kissed her, "I love you, too." He withdrew to his head and then plowed one final time into Ginny, erupting hard within her, and she threw her legs around him, her cunt spasming uncontrollably around Harry's pulsing cock, draining him again.

Once their orgasms subsided, he held Ginny and looked into her eyes so filled with love, a true reflection of his own.

After a while they got up and dressed, Harry taking down the charms that he had cast, and they walked slowly back towards the Burrow, not touching in case someone should see them together.

Harry leaned in and whispered in Ginny's ear, "I loved it when you talked dirty to me," he smirked and she laughed.

"As long as you keep saying 'fuck' during, we're going to be alright," she replied and Harry roared with laughter.

"You liked that, huh?" he asked, grinning.

"Oh, yeah," she said, nodding her head vigorously. "Happy birthday, Harry."

"The best birthday of my life…thank you." He brushed his finger over her cheek, and she smiled, realizing that it still smelled like her core. They separated then and returned to the Burrow, Ginny first, then Harry a half hour later, still smiling.

~~xxxx~~~

That night Harry lie in bed at Grimmauld Place, thinking about what had happened that afternoon. He kept seeing Ginny's breasts bouncing up and down as he thrust his cock into her again and again. He had never seen a more beautiful sight or felt as happy and complete as he did this afternoon. He felt like he could produce the brightest and most distinct patronus of his life right now.

In her room, Ginny was thinking along the same lines as Harry, except that she was picturing Harry's cock between her lips. It had been heaven having him in her mouth this afternoon, and hearing him say 'fuck' nearly drove Ginny right over the edge.

It had been a fantastic day…