Disclaimer: I do NOT Harry Potter, all the credit for that goes to J.K. Rowling.
A/N My first full length story! I'm really excited for this to be published, so please enjoy and review! Give me your honest opinion!
WARNING This story later on has some smuttiness. It is NOT recommended for anyone over the age of 16. It's a lemon for a reason.
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Chapter One : Secrets, Tears, and Doubts
Three months. That's how long Harry and Ginny had been going out. Three wonderful months. Voldemort was gone, Hogwarts had been rebuilt and was ready for a new year, and Harry was depressed. Tomorrow Ginny would be leaving on the train to go back to Hogwarts for her seventh and final year of school. That was the one downside of being a year apart; stupid things like education and a future got in the way. She has a future with me, Harry thought. What more does she need? I have plenty of money, and once I'm an Auror, everything will be all set. Of course, I'll have to pass Auror training first, and I'll also have to tell Gin that I'm signing up for Auror training…
Harry's thoughts drifted. He thought of his beautiful girlfriend who was just downstairs, probably trading the latest gossip with Hermione. Ever since the war had ended, Harry and Hermione had come to live with the Weasleys. Harry had absolutely no desire to return to Privet Drive with his aunt and uncle, and Hermione's parents had remained in Australia once Hermione had lifted the charm she had placed upon them. Harry had his own room now, since George had now moved permanently into the flat above his joke shop on Diagon Alley. Hermione had her own room as well, due to the fact that Percy was now in his own flat, with his girlfriend, Audrey. Fiancé, Harry corrected himself. He still couldn't believe it. Percy Weasley, Mr. Bighead Boy himself, was engaged to be married.
A sudden knock on the door brought Harry back to the real world. "Come in." he called. A beautiful head of red hair poked itself into the room. "Hey, loner." She teased. "Whatcha doing up here by yourself?"
"Thinking." was the reply.
"Thinking about what?" asked Ginny, as she crossed the room to sit on his lap.
"Lots of things. I'm thinking about how you have to go back to school tomorrow," at this Ginny made a face, "how sad it is that George can't bear to come in this room, how I'll be starting Auror training soon, how weirdly bizarre it is for Percy to be engaged-"
"Wait a minute!" Ginny spluttered. "You're starting what?!"
"Auror training." Harry guiltily ducked his head. Ginny blankly stared at him for a few minutes, the fury building in her mind. Harry could plainly see it on her flushed red face. He cringed, waiting for the Ginny's wrath to fall on him. When nothing happened, he hesitantly opened his eyes, to see tears falling down Ginny's face. Harry sprang forward, and wrapped his arms around his crying girlfriend. He was surprised by this reaction, usually Ginny never cried, in fact, the last time he saw her cry was they day she lost her brother Fred. Harry pulled Ginny closer in the confines of his arms, and stroked her hair, trying to get her to stop; this form of Ginny was very unnerving to him. "What's wrong, baby?" he asked, hoping to receive an answer. Ginny took a breath, started to say something, and then relapsed back to her tears. She threw her arms around Harry's neck and burrowed her face in his chest.
Harry was completely shocked. This wasn't exactly the reaction he was expecting. Harry knew she would be upset, maybe even angry, but he would never have imagined her bursting into tears like this. Harry was silent for a few minutes while Ginny sobbed. He began to stroke her hair when Ginny suddenly froze, shot out of his arms, and pushed herself off the bed. Ginny had her little fists balled at her side, her eyebrows furrowing, and her chocolate brown eyes burning with anger. Harry sighed and leaned back. Here was the reaction he was expecting from Ginny. Ginny burst out, "How long have you been keeping this from me? Why didn't you tell me right away How long will you be gone? Are there any other secrets you're hiding?" Ginny finished with her chest heaving after spouting all that in one breath.
Harry sighed, closed his eyes, and answered her questions. "Kingsley asked me to join his Auror Trainees at Fred's funeral. He told me I didn't need to take my N.E. , considering the fact I killed Voldemort. I didn't want to tell you, because I didn't exactly know how you would take it. As for how long I'll be gone," he stopped suddenly, looking up at Ginny with remorseful eyes. "What?" she asked. "How long will you be gone?" Tears were coming back to her eyes, knowing that she wouldn't like the answer.
"I'm leaving tomorrow at noon, and won't be back for a year." Ginny let the words sink in and as they did, the tears began to fall. "No, baby, please don't cry." begged Harry as he tugged on her hand. Harry pulled Ginny into his arms, and wrapped one arm around her waist, and the other adorned her shoulders. He gently squeezed Ginny's small frame, and let her cry, the salt of tears staining his shirt.
After a few more minutes, Harry felt Ginny become still. Ginny sniffed a few times, and turned her head, settling it on his left shoulder. Harry and Ginny sat that way for a while, before Ginny shoved herself off of him. Harry opened his mouth to plead with her to let him hold her, but she began to speak. "No!" she said fiercely. "We are not going to spend our last day together simply holding each other and crying! We are going to make today so special, that it will hold until we see each other again!" With that being said, she roughly hauled Harry up from his bed, and rapidly stormed down the stairs.
The two teenagers stumbled into the kitchen to find a crying Hermione with Ron comforting her, an arm around her shoulder. Ginny saw Hermione's face; it wore the same expression she had on not ten minutes ago. Harry dropped into a chair beside Hermione. "Just told her?" asked Harry. Ron silently nodded his head. Harry looked up at Ginny, asking her for help with his eyes. Ginny's fierceness faded, and she sat on Harry's lap, so she could stroke Hermione's hair. "Hermione?" whispered Ginny. Hermione reluctantly looked at Ginny and answered, "Yes?"
"At least you'll still have me with you at Hogwarts." Those words said all that Ginny and Hermione were feeling. Hermione smiled at Ginny through watery eyes. "Of course, I'm sorry Ginny. I didn't even think of how you would be feeling right now. Ugh, I must look a mess." she said, wiping the tears off her face as Ron softly kissed her cheek. The four of them sat quietly at the kitchen table for a minute when Harry broke the silence.
"That's it; we're not just sitting around like this." The other three looked up at him. "What are you talking about, Harry?" frowned Hermione. "I mean, we are going to spend our last day together doing something that we will remember, something that will last us until we are together again." Ginny grinned to hear her words coming from his mouth. Ron stood up as well. "I agree with Harry."
He responded. "And I think I know what we should start with."
Ron then ran outside, the others following him, Harry could guess where he was off to. Ron had gone to the broom shed, and emerging, he brought four broomsticks. "Quidditch, anyone?" Harry grinned as he took a broom, and raced to the woods. Ginny followed his lead, but Hermione hung back. "Ron," she hissed, "you know I royally suck at Quidditch!"
"Don't worry, 'Mione." He said, using her favorite nickname. "We'll make sure you're on Harry's team!" He grinned as he ducked the blow that Hermione bestowed upon him. Ron and Hermione walked hand in hand into the woods, past the trees, and to the field where the small Quidditch pitch was set up. When they burst through the trees, the sight of Harry and Ginny lip locked with each other greeted them. Harry's hands were under Ginny's shirt, working their way up her sides. Ginny had one arm wrapped around Harry's neck, while the other lay on the waistband of Harry's pants. That hand was delving inside when Ron finally broke through his shock.
"Oy!" He yelled angrily. "What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Ron was absolutely purple in the face. Harry and Ginny had broken apart, but still in their embrace. Harry blushed pink, and horridly removed his hands from his girlfriend's bare waist. Ginny flushed the darkest red Harry had ever seen, ripped her right hand from around Harry's neck, but kept her left in his pants. "What, Ronald?" she screeched. "Have you never seen two people kissing before?" Ron was absolutely furious. "Sitting on the couch and kissing is one thing, but snogging with your hands down each other's pants is another! You're lucky I don't go tell Mum!" Ginny scrunched her eyebrows together in anger. "Well excuse me if I wanted to spend my last day with Harry the way I wanted to! I love him, and if I want to kiss the man I love that I won't get to see for a whole year, I will!" With tears bursting from her eyes, she took her hand away from Harry's pants, turned, and ran deep into the woods.
Ron, Hermione, and Harry just stood there for a moment, stunned at what she just said. "Did-did she just say she loves me?" choked out Harry. "I think she did." Hermione answered softly. Ron just blankly stared at the spot where Ginny had been standing. Harry cautiously came to stand next to Ron. "Ron?" he said, putting a hand on Ron's shoulder. Ron whipped around, and seeing who it was, he pulled out his wand, and aimed it at Harry's face. "Ron!" Hermione shrieked. "What are you doing?!"
"Is that why you had your hands on her like that?" he asked.
"What?"
"Did you have your hands on her like that because you love her? She's not some girl in your endless string that you're going to ditch?"
"No!" Harry spluttered. "How could you even possibly think that?"
"So are you saying you love her?" Harry hesitated, and Ron advanced closer. Harry burst out, "Yes! I do! I love her!"
"Good." Ron huffed as he lowered his wand. Harry then darted into the woods after Ginny. Ron's shoulders sagged. Hermione came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his stomach. Ron sighed as he covered her hands with his. "Why did you do that?" asked Hermione.
"Ginny deserves to have someone who loves her as much she loves him. I just wanted to make sure Harry loves her."
"You seriously couldn't see it? Ron, Harry has been in love with Ginny since the summer before our sixth year! Infatuated! Head over heels! Completely and utterly in love with her!"
"Alright, alright, I get it!" Ron bellowed. I guess I'm oblivious, aren't I?" Hermione giggled. "Just a little bit." She said coyly, kissing his cheek. Ron grinned and turned around so he could hold Hermione in his arms. He leaned forward and kissed her. His hands moved up to her face so he could cup her cheeks. When they broke apart, Hermione laid her head on Ron's chest and sighed.
"Are you sure you'll be alright with them getting back together? You were a little out the first time they were a couple." Ron ran a hand through his long red hair. "I guess I'll just have to get used to it. Merlin knows they'll be all over each other; even more so now. They'll be snogging everywhere, playing footsie under the table, shamelessly flirting all the time." He looked at Hermione, who was amused at his words and summed it all up in one sentence.
"I don't think I'm ready for this."
A/N So there's Chapter One! Tell me what you think! The next chapter will be where it starts to get smutty, so please don't read unless you think you're mature enough. This story is far from being over, so hang tight! I probably won't update for another three or four days, because I won't have access to a computer due to the fact that we're getting new floors in our house, so wait patiently! Review please! I don't care if it's positive or negative; critique is always good to have.