A/N: Story has been revised and edited on 12/15 for some clarifications, just something that kept nagging me
Chapter 1: Beyond and Farther
Ginny unclasped her fingers entangled with Harry's and enveloped his hands in hers: stroking and caressing them as they encircled her, her eyes closed and her consciousness lost in blissful sensations. A while later awareness dawned upon her of a second blissful sensation; she opened her eyes realizing that Harry was totally absorbed and lost in doing something. She let him continue for some time; but when Harry showed no signs of breaking up from what he was doing, she leaned her neck a bit more towards her left to break his concentration with the movement.
Bugger! That only made her neck more open and convenient for him.
Harry showed no signs of lifting his head from her shoulder: smirking, she turned her head slowly and nuzzled his cheek softly to get his attention. Harry froze, caught! Also, Ginny's mouth was too close to his mouth; he was certain she had deliberately left it open. Warm air currents were caressing the corners of his mouth each time she exhaled; cold sensation tingled complementarily each time she inhaled.
Teasing witch!
Harry moved his head to cover the hairbreadth and capture her lips…
"Are you...?" Ginny quizzed with one raised eyebrow pointing her eyes towards her nape. "Nice blush!", she finished with a cheeky grin; Ginny had backed away her head a little to open up a conversation…actually two parallel conversations.
who talks too much…
Harry stared ahead at their hands considering the possibility of nipping this conversation; smiling slyly at the thought, he slowly bent his head to brazenly plant a firm kiss on a particular freckle at Ginny's nape, one more last time. Harry ended up kissing it three times more in quick successions and noticed out of the corner of his eye, an almost imperceptible twitch of Ginny's nose muscles in response.
"Yeah, the same one." He raised his head to challenge her eyes while replying matter-of-factly. "Blush, huh? At least my elbows are butter-free." Harry returned to stare at her mouth unabashedly noticing for the first time the specks of black dots on the tip of her tongue.
Ginny closed her mouth quickly noticing the dare on his face. It was still surreal for her to believe that she was nestled with Harry in such an intimate manner at her favourite spot by the lake, although, the whole of Gryffindor House had witnessed Harry's inner most desire take form of a smacking passionate kiss with Ginny Weasely, not more than thirty minutes ago in the common room. Nervous though but she was not the one to chicken out to his cockiness.
"How many times?" Ginny willed him to make eye contact again. "And can we let it go now? That happened a long, long, long time ago".
The cheek! Is that butter dish ever going to be expunged from my life? Not bloody likely!
In response, Ginny saw Harry take hold of one of her hands and bring it closer, opening up the palm with a single effortless stroke, cupping it to guide it to his mouth for a soft kiss right in the middle followed by hard graze of his nose and lips. The eroticism of the sight of the act preceded the sensation it brought to Ginny's body. Ginny's wide eyes stared in awe at the boy she had given up on, for the un-inhibited display of desire that he had flung at her. Her eyes shut close for a second to let out a breath; and hear him stutter,
"Emmm… maybe about a hundred...or two...err hundred. I don't know." Harry kissed her palm again following it with a few more kisses towards her wrist. "Yeah it was a long time ago…but I remember it very, very vividly."
Dragging her mind away from the sensations on her wrist, Ginny absorbed the answer.
"What? A HUNDRED!!! OR TWO!!! That's crazy, Harry." Harry still hadn't bothered to make eye contact with her. Instead, he was busy pulling the neckline of her sundress askew to expose the smooth mound of her right shoulder and the solid single mole on her right arm. She watched him draw minute circles on the mole first with a forefinger and as if it wasn't enough, following the finger with his thumb to trace elaborate circles. "Yeah you sure would. I don't even want to think about it. But wait! Why would you? Remember my clumsiness, I mean."
Harry finally raised his head to meet her eyes reflecting a deep shade of tenderness and a bright hue of confidence she did not credit him to possess, especially, when it came to talking to girls.
"Hey! That happens to be my favourite freckle on your body." The assured tone of his voice suggested a sense of possession and belonging between lovers she never thought could be achieved in such a short span of time. "I loved it when you squealed and ran away like that. I loved the attention and hoped that you liked me in some sort of way, any way."
He was staring at her mouth again.
Cocky bastard!
"WHAT! freckles on my body? When did you…" Ginny whispered in disbelief trying hard not to feel conscious of her mouth being watched so closely, but was immediately distracted by the realization of the suggestive connotation in her innocent and impulsive question. "And you can't have wanted me to like you back then, Harry."
For the sake of the conversation, Harry lowered his gaze only to get mesmerized by that freckle again. He immediately kissed it softly and then smacked on it hard as if to drive home the point.
Stretching out his legs he let his lower-back drop to the ground and guided Ginny to face him. Ginny turned a little in the confines of his long legs and looked with uncertainty into Harry's eyes only to find in them the certitude of a magician who knows his show through and through. His hold on her arms coaxed her to turn around completely and with a gentle pull and a steady gaze, he let her know what he wanted of her. His hands were pulling her closer and his gaze was saying much more than what she ever wanted to hear. She turned around to lay on top of him completely - her hair spilling over either shoulder. If their earlier position was intimate, this was beyond and farther. Harry kept pulling to slide her closer, higher. Ginny was determined not to break their steady gaze or blush or get flustered: to show him who had more experience in the business here.
The blasted freckles and moles.
But Ginny was oblivious to the fact that Harry had lived this moment in his imagination and dreams every single moment for the last six months. Her face framed by the glorious red gold; she was still not close enough. He pulled her higher until they were nose to nose. His hands finally got to hold and feel his wealth as he gently rubbed a few precious strands between his fingers. He wanted to tell her that he happened to discover the freckle merely by chance and that the gold that he was after was spilling on her shoulders.
Her brave attempt to cover up her demureness and vulnerability was killing him; but it wasn't enough to dampen the feeling of exaltation that he was the very reason for this affectation.
Trust me Gin, I can't let go now.
He tilted his head to the left and lost his breath to the incense of pure bliss.
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