"The Prophecy Undone"

Chapter 1 - Summer at the lake…

Summer had returned to Hogwarts and Harry couldn't remember ever being happier than he was at this moment. It was Saturday, early in the afternoon, just after Quidditch practice and he and Ginny ambled slowly over the grounds together, hand in hand, most of the time just talking and laughing about anything and everything – Harry had never felt so comfortable and at ease in anyone else's company. Most of today's conversation was a rehash of their earlier Quidditch practice (the main one of Harry and Ginny's shared passions), but Harry – having missed Gryffindor's spectacular Quidditch Cup victory a few weeks back – never tired of hearing Ginny eagerly retelling the finer points of their moment of glory. (Not least because the day had ended in them finally and openly declaring their feelings for each other – on top of the already euphoric occasion of their sporting win).

Occasionally as they strolled, during lulls in the conversation, they'd give each other sly grins or long, loving looks that inevitably ended with them having to stop and embrace passionately for several moments. Harry was too wrapped up in Ginny to even care who might be watching, although by now many of the other older students were so busy doing the same thing that the grounds resembled a large, spread out version of the Yule Ball with couples entwined in every corner, oblivious to anything but each other. The teachers seemed to turn a blind eye most of the time as long as students were obviously not "in flagrante" all over the place and were not doing anything untoward in front of younger students. They understood that it was just a combination of raging teenage hormones and a well-deserved distraction prior to the inevitable drudgery and stress of forthcoming exams.

As Harry and Ginny wandered aimlessly along by the shore of the lake, they came to a secluded, woody area and tired from the heat of the midday sun, they decided to sit down in the shade. Harry leaned against the base of a huge tree and Ginny lay between his legs with her head and back resting against his chest, her legs stretched out in front of her; Harry's legs cradling her hips on either side. Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny and pulled her close into him, nuzzling the top of her head and breathing in the heady flowery scent of her soft flaming hair as the breeze caught it and brought it to him. He sighed contentedly and rested his chin on the top of her head, enjoying the shade of the tree and the sound of the leaves rustling above his head. He gazed out across the lake, feeling just as contented as if he'd drunk a whole case of Butterbeer after having won the Quidditch Cup. Harry allowed his mind to drift to scenarios that could possibly be any happier than this moment, but he was having trouble conjuring any up. Then he wondered – maybe if he found out he'd achieved "Outstanding" in all this year's exams… and that Snape had been sacked… or carted off to Azkaban… and that Malfoy had been expelled… or he'd never have to see the Dursley's again…

"No, this is even better actually", he thought to himself and smiled lazily, absently watching something that could have been a tentacle drifting slowly across the surface of the lake.

"What are you grinning at?" Ginny turned and twinkled up at him mischievously, but needed no answer to her question; she was glowing with happiness too. Harry gazed down into her sparkling eyes and felt that familiar jolt of desire gripping the pit of his stomach that happened all the time lately when he looked at Ginny… or when he thought of Ginny... when he kissed Ginny… when he dreamed of Ginny…

Her gaze had also hardened into that fierce, burning look that so often preceded her wrapping herself around him, regardless of where they happened to be at the time and then kissing him hard until they were both breathless. It had got them into trouble a few times when McGonagall had caught them in the corridors (on the last occasion bellowing at them to remember that they were in an Institute of Learning and not a house of ill-repute), but they didn't seem to care. It was like they were both under a spell…

Harry lowered his lips to hers and enfolded Ginny even more tightly in his embrace, kissing her fiercely and hungrily. She turned herself around in his arms to face him and knelt between his legs, now slightly taller than him and smiling down at him. She cupped his face in her hands and stroked his hair, teasing him with little gentle kisses all over his lips and face, all the while gazing deeply into his deep green eyes and smiling. Her hair was so soft and fragrant and Harry felt like he was being enfolded by it – enveloped in a beautiful flaming perfumed cloud – in awe of her radiant face shining out at him from behind it. He was reminded of one of those spectacular summer sunsets where the sun is still blazing away behind incredible red clouds, suffusing everything with a pinkish, golden glow. It was his favourite time to fly when the sky was like that.

Harry breathed her in, unbridled desire coursing through every part of his being. Unable to control himself any longer, he reached up and grabbed Ginny's shoulders, pushing her down on the ground and simultaneously climbing on top of her and pinning her with his weight. He was suddenly shocked by his momentary roughness. Still lying on top of her, but pulling back slightly, supporting his weight on his arms, he breathed hard and looked down at her to check she was ok – he hadn't meant to lose control like that – what if he'd hurt her? He needn't have worried; Ginny was just as breathless and her face was flushed, but she was looking up at him with such burning lust – he was so turned on by the way she was looking at him, he thought he might lose it there and then. He wanted her so badly…

Ginny's arms reached up around his neck, enfolding him and pulling him down onto her, arching her back and pressing her soft breasts into his hard chest. She kissed Harry back as fiercely as he was now kissing her and caressed the taut muscles of his arms and back.

Harry's senses were on total overload. He was keenly aware of everything around him – he could feel the summer breeze ruffling their hair and clothes, he could hear the gentle lapping of the lake near them and the faint buzz of people up at the school far behind them, yet at the same time, he felt curiously detached from everything – they could have been on another planet. Nothing else mattered except this moment – and the two of them, enfolded in each other, drowning in each other.

Harry held Ginny tightly and pressed himself against her entire length. He felt her soft, hot body beneath him, her curves pressed against his hardness, all his muscles straining. His clothes felt hot and too tight, but at the same time, he was all too aware that only a few scraps of cloth were all that separated them and he could feel every curve of Ginny's body beneath his through the flimsy summer dress which was all she was currently wearing (their Quidditch robes cast aside under the tree due to the heat).

Harry's hands seemed to be moving on instinct; one hand moved from stroking Ginny's hair onto her soft neck, then caressed her bare shoulder before moving slowly down until he was cupping the soft swell of her breast, his urgent kisses muffling her gasps of pleasure. As he moved against her, his knee slipped unbidden between her thighs, but they instantly moved willingly apart so that he suddenly found himself lying pressed down hard between her legs… She broke away from his lips and tipped her head back, moaning softly. Her hips ground against him involuntarily and she twined her legs around him. Harry thought he might pass out from the pleasure – he was going to explode…

"Wait – Gin…. NO!" he gasped urgently. Pushing himself up on his arms and slightly away from her, he panted and gulped for air. He'd felt himself losing control and he didn't want it to end yet. Not like this. Not when he wasn't even doing it with her properly. He just needed a moment to calm down and then they could carry on – he was just getting so intoxicated from being really alone with her like this for the first time.

Ginny misunderstanding, pushed herself up on her elbows and said stricken "Oh Harry, I'm sorry! I know – I understand… we can't do it here! What if someone had caught us? It doesn't bear thinking about!" she looked away, down at the ground, her face sick with the implication of what she'd just said. "It's just – I'm so sorry, I got so carried away in the heat of the moment…" She continued on, constantly excusing herself while Harry quickly clambered away and leant against the base of the tree, catching his breath and trying to marshal his thoughts. He now realised what Ginny had been getting at – she was worried about getting caught – and he'd pushed the situation and let himself get so carried away! He kicked himself mentally and tried to calm down and regain control of his senses.

In all honesty, he'd been so reckless with desire that the thought of them getting caught hadn't even crossed his mind. He suddenly thought that the whole school could have come down to the lake to watch them and he probably wouldn't have noticed. He'd almost been too far gone to care if they'd all clapped and given scores for their performance at the end, like a Triwizard Tournament task. As this image came unbidden into his head he almost laughed, but just stopped himself in time, realizing that it would not be appropriate for the moment. He didn't want Ginny to get the wrong impression that he was laughing at her or their situation and as funny as it had been, he didn't want to have to explain that particular thought that had popped into his head.

He glanced over at Ginny from under several strands of damp, sweaty hair that had flopped over his brow giving him a very sexy, dishevelled look. There was no denying what they'd been doing from the look of them. Ginny sat up and started rearranging her clothes so they looked more decent. She currently looked like she'd been wrestling with the giant squid.

"She deserves better than this!" Harry thought fervently. He felt so much for her – he wanted to be able to honour her properly – not have such an intimate act played out in such a potentially public setting, regardless of how much he wanted her! It wasn't his honour he was protecting, it was Ginny's and he wanted to spare her any embarrassment. He could just imagine the kind of things that would be said about her all over the school if they'd been found. Not to mention what Ron would do to them both, he thought ruefully. It was one thing to be doing it, but to be caught in public doing it… It would make what they had seem so cheap… Harry's resolve hardened and he vowed to have more self-control. "I'd never put her in that situation" he thought fiercely. This wasn't some quick teenage fumble. It was so much more than that. His thoughts and feelings for her ran so deep. She meant everything to him. The physical side of it was just an expression of everything he felt for her – he couldn't help himself – she was so intoxicating. And he knew she felt the same way about him. They couldn't keep their hands off each other. Nevertheless, they couldn't do it in this context, he'd wait if he had to. For as long as he had to. He wanted it to be special…

"…it's just, I can't help it". Ginny still gabbled on apologetically. "You turn me on so much, Harry... When we're together like this, it feels so right..." she crooned.

Lost in thought and still distracted whilst coming down from his high, plus steeling his will to be more controlled in future – all the while struggling with the constant longing he still felt for her, Harry hadn't been paying full attention to what Ginny had been saying until gradually her words started to filter through to him. "… I just want us to be together, but it's not like we could be alone when we're at my house in the holidays. You can imagine what Mum would do if she caught us like this!" She shuddered at the thought. Harry half-smiled at her sympathetically. He knew Mrs. Weasley had a very soft spot for him, but he doubted whether it extended as far as letting him have carnal knowledge of her only daughter. Inwardly, he grimaced at the thought of what she'd do to him. To them both. He'd be banished to the Dursley's forever, he thought darkly.

"Harry, I'm going to go crazy over the holidays," Ginny said desperately "we'll be spending so much time together, but we won't ever be able to catch a moment alone. It's far too crowded at my house" she said sadly. "If only we had somewhere to go where we could be in private and no one could ever find us…" she mused, staring off wistfully into the distance. "Just for a couple of hours, at least…"

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Chapter 2 - "Harry's Revelation" to follow...

Hungarian Horntail - England, July 2005