A/N: This is going to be a multi chapter story delving into the lives of Ginny and Harry. It will be a mixture of angst, fluff, smut and anything else I feel like throwing in there when the inspiration comes.

This was actually the first fic I started to write after being inspired by Holly1492 and her beautiful writing in her fic 'All in'. I am pretty new to this fan fic writing stuff so I would really appreciate reviews but go easy on me! Constructive criticism is greatly appreciated however.

I have started and almost completed a few chapters already but I want to take time to go over them a couple more times and change them slightly but once I have finished I will upload them. I'm planning on making this quite a long multi chapter fic and I'm excited to see what direction it goes in, suggestions are appreciated!

A lot of my inspiration for parts of this story came from a couple of Aquilos songs. Their music is great and their lyrics are so deep and meaningful. Specifically I used Sorry and Almost Over for the main inspiration but I did bring in inspiration from many of their other songs so I really recommend checking them out!

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Harry Potter characters. All rights belong to J.K Rowling.

They were fighting again.
It almost seemed like second nature these days for Harry and Ginny to be arguing over something silly, tension was mounting between the two of them and after what was meant to be a fun reunion party with Hogwarts friends they were at it again.

It had been almost 3 months now since Harry had told Ginny he thought they should have some space and that they should stop seeing each other.
They had been together since the end of the war, taking the summer to just be together before Ginny went back off to Hogwarts for her final year. They had managed to make it work as Harry was often busy with Auror training and Ginny with her studies, owling each other whenever possible and reuniting in the holidays.
Despite this the amount of time Harry spent alone and away from Ginny allowed for doubts to creep into his mind. He was sure of one thing, he was in love with Ginny. She was the light in his life, providing him with relief and comfort after the horror of the previous year. Yet left to his own devices Harry began to convince himself he wasn't good enough for her. That she deserved more and he would be holding her back. Without Ginny there to tell him what a stupid prat he was being the feelings only deepened themselves within Harry, taunting and feeding at his survivors guilt from the war.

When Ginny had returned from Hogwarts after graduation ready to spend what she thought would be a glorious summer and then the rest of her life with Harry she got the news she had been longing for. She had been asked to join the Holyhead Harpies to finally start the Quidditch career she had always been dreaming of. This only served as further confirmation for Harry that he needed to let her go so she could fulfil her dream. He knew, or at least he thought he knew that he would hold her back.
Harry had reasoned with her saying they should be free to seek out new things and he wanted her to focus on herself for a while. Ginny knew this was only the tip of the ice berg as with Harry nothing was ever simple when it came to the hero complex he seemed to possess.
Even despite the war and everything that had happened he still couldn't stop putting what he though was the greater good before his own and Ginny's happiness together. She knew he struggled with survivors guilt and she thought she was helping him get past it.
In reality Harry was still in a state of depression following the war, he felt like he was pulling Ginny down with him and didn't want to hold her back.
Really Harry was in love with her and he knew he would never love anyone else like he did Ginny but despite this and Ginny's determination to help harry through the depression he pushed her away.
All Harry wanted was for Ginny to reach her potential and follow her dreams. He knew how much being signed to the Hollyhead Harpies meant to her and despite her constant reassurance that he wasn't affecting her training he just couldn't live with the guilt that he might be holding her back.
Little did Harry know that her most precious and important dream was to be with Harry, to grow old with him and create the life they both deserved together.
Ginny never wanted to take some time away from Harry, she couldn't bear to be away from him but she let go because that's what Harry wanted. She loved him enough to value and respect his wishes like she had done the first time when he broke off things and went in search of Horcrux's, not that she agreed with him, not one bit.
They remained living where they were together with Ron and Hermione, trying to revert back to a sort of friendship. They had separate rooms in the flat they shared with Ron and Hermione in the centre of London but continued a kind of friendship with one another, neither of them could stay away from each other completely.

The pain of their separation angered Ginny to no end but she agreed because she loved Harry, it's what he wanted, maybe he didn't want her like she did anymore?
She told herself she would back off and leave Harry alone for a while but she knew it was wrong, she knew where he really belonged and that deep down he did too.
But slowly the pain of not having all of Harry was starting to eat up at Ginny. It felt like the light within her that had been ignited by Harry was fading with her. Why couldn't he see how much she needed him, how much they needed each other. The fear of being plunged into darkness haunted her every night as she longed to be wrapped safely in his arms.
But she would continue to wait for him. Waiting for the words. Waiting for him to come back to her.

Tonight some of the tension and bottled up frustration had leaked up and over. The two had been attending a Hogwarts reunion of sorts with those who survived the war. The night had got off to a great start and both Ginny and Harry seemed to be enjoying themselves. Ginny had been speaking to Dean, her ex-boyfriend for a little while, simply reminiscing on old times. Thankfully things were great between her and Dean and no bad feelings had been harboured and carried on by either of them after their break up at Hogwarts. They were young when they were together and did nothing more than snog. Harry was the one that had always had her heart and every other part of her.
Things only started to turn sour when Harry saw the pair dancing together. Despite it being completely innocent the monster within Harry roared as he saw Dean holding Ginny in places he so longed to touch once again. Just the slight brush of Deans hand across her waist made the blood rush all at once to Harry's head. He wanted more than anything to go over there and rip the stupid blokes head off but he settled himself with all the self-control he had. He didn't want to cause a scene.

Ginny had noticed something was up when she glanced over and say Harry's jaw straining and his eyes black with rage, the beautiful emerald green almost undetectable. Excusing herself politely from Dean she marched over to Harry, half infuriated and half concerned. She pulled him by his dress robes ushering him outside into the corridor away from the ballroom full of people.

"Harry, what's wrong? And don't say nothing because I don't buy it"

"I don't know what you're talking about Ginevra" he hissed through gritted teeth. She was sure if his jaw tightened any more it would surely shatter. She also hated it when he called her Ginevra. He either did it when he was angry and wanted to piss her off or was horny and trying to piss her off. She was pretty sure which one it was this time.

"Harry" she softly uttered. She wasn't going to let him get a rise out of her and ruin the night.

"What's going on?" Looking up into his eyes she saw sadness reflecting in them, he looked lost and so vulnerable. There's nothing more she wanted to do than to wrap herself around him but she held back.

Harry couldn't help but soften when he looked at her, her eyes were so warm and comforting that he almost caved, almost lunging forward to scoop her up in his embrace to plant a soft but urgent kiss on her plump red lips. That was until he remembered just where Deans hands had been and almost at once the monster roared within him again.

"Oh I don't know Ginny, maybe that you were dancing with your ex so provocatively out there! Did you not care who was watching you, everyone could see!?" He snarled coldly, eyes darting all over Ginny's face.

"Whhhat?" Ginny was stunned. She had been dancing perfectly appropriately with Dean. She had even pushed his hand further up and back to her waist when she found it making its way down towards her arse. She could feel the anger begin to bubble.

"I was dancing perfectly appropriately thank you very much."

"Pffftt sure, I bet Dean was just there for a nice friendly chat, sorry I interrupted."

"Harry I am not having this conversation with you now, we are going back to the flat"

"Sorry didn't realise you told me what to do now."

"Harry Don't" Ginny snarled. Grabbing hold of his arm she apparated them back to the flat. She knew it was the only place she could manage to calm him down and attempt a proper conversation and sort this out.

They landed with a slight thud on the wooden floor of the living room. Harry braced himself for a bollocking, as a Weasley Ginny had a fierce temper on her and a lot of nerve, something Harry had always found sexy about her. Thankfully Ron and Hermione were away for a couple of nights so Harry wouldn't have to explain why the pair of them were fighting yet again. Harry shook his head, the mixture of more than a couple of drinks and apparating didn't do anything to help clear his mind. Coming to he could see Ginny facing him with her hands firmly on her hips as an angry blush snaked its way over her freckle spattered skin.
Harry couldn't help but think how positively stunning she looked. Standing in the low light of the living room, her chest heaving from her frustration and the heat pooling in her soft cheeks transforming into a blush rose glow.
She had looked beautiful tonight which was one of the reasons it was so easy for Harry to get jealous when he saw her dancing with Dean. She had been wearing a deep emerald green dress that seemed to set her flaming red locks on fire, looking more vibrant than ever. The dress she wore was slick to her body, tracing her athletic but feminine figure like a glove. A slit made its way from her ankle up to her mid-thigh revealing flashes of soft milky skin that was showered in faint freckles. Harry knew just how toned and perfect those legs were, and he let his eyes slip momentarily to where it was peeking out from. How he longed to be back between those legs, worshipping her body and sharing the sweet release they used to conjure between themselves, together and connected.
Her hair hung wildly around her shoulders as a few slightly curled locks snaked their way down her chest and rested just above her waist. They had been so fearless and young after the war. The reality of almost having lost one another lit a ferocious fire of desire and passion that made them feel as if nothing would ever stop them and their love and their desire for one another.
It took all of Harry's restraint not to grab her and have his way with her but he knew it would be wrong. She meant more to him than just a quick shag, he would want more, but she was better off without him. Despite the war instilling a sense of thankfulness after having survived, in the months that followed Harry felt something had changed. Not with how he felt for Ginny, he was even more in love with her than ever before but he felt empty. They had become echos. Fading away and falling into complete darkness. As if they were diving under harsh waves, preventing him from taking breaths. He wasn't sure who he was anymore without Ginny but he was like a rip tide in the water to her, his darkness and pain would pull her under and destroy her. He couldn't do that to her.
He felt like a stranger in himself, with the devil on his shoulder whispering in his ear, not letting him forget. Not letting him forget all of those who lost their lives, it was hid fault he thought. This torture feeling life a lifetime when it had only been a moment since the destruction had ceased. He was fucked up, he at least had to let Ginny have a chance at a normal life.

Harry hadn't quite realised how long he had been staring at Ginny but suddenly he was snapped out of his daydreaming.

"HARRY?!" Ginny shouted as she stared at him.

"Uh yeh…sorry what were you saying?" Harry stammered pushing his hand through his unruly jet black hair.

"I asked you what right you think you have to tell me what I should and shouldn't do?". He could see the fierce look in her eyes, they were almost black and she was hardly blinking staring widely at him.

"I didn't tell you what to do, I just don't think its appropriate for you to be dancing with your ex like that. Especially with everyone looking"

"That is utterly ridiculous Harry and you know it is! It was a friendly and completely appropriate interaction. I doubt anyone even noticed."

"Pffft sure, I'm quite positive Dean noticed. I saw the way he was looking at you. I bet you loved it, all that attention." He knew he was being ridiculous but he couldn't help it. Something had snapped, Ginny was his, the thought of anyone else's hands on her sent him spiralling uncontrollably. He knew he had no right, he had pushed her away but the anger and jealousy continued to force itself up through his body like putrid acid, spilling out over him.

"Harry Potter don't you dare! You are being a complete wanker, so what if he was looking at me, let him but that didn't mean I was going to do anything! Why do you even care, I'm single right? At your doing?! Who's to say I can't fuck who I want Harry" She screamed at him frantic now. Whether it was with anger or lust she wasn't sure. Truthfully it was probably both.

"Do it then, like I would care!" Harry snarled his jaw clenched tight.

He could see her breathing falter and then begin to speed up, her cheeks continuing to flush with the most delicious blush, the look on her face becoming more feral the longer they continued their stand-off.

"Fine then, maybe I will. I've dressed up so it's only right I get this damn outfit fucked right off me! Is that what you want Harry, you see me as some whore who just wants fucking" She was becoming frantic now, she knew she was growling the last of the words out but she couldn't help it.
She knew she looked good tonight, truthfully she had only dressed up to impress Harry which she seemed to have done. She had caught him taking peeks at her all night, his eyes lingering on certain parts of her for longer than necessary.
She began to feel like she was losing control second by second as she stood breathing furiously and staring the beautiful green eyed man down, all Ginny wanted to do was to thrust her lips towards his.
In that moment she wanted nothing more than for Harry to pull her towards him and lock her in a passionate kiss. She wanted him and the look of anger mixed with lust in his eyes made her desire swell. She was waiting for the words, waiting for any sign that he wanted her still as much as she did him. Once he did, nothing would stand in her way. She would not stop until he knew that she meant it, she would show him with her kiss, her touch what she means.

Harry's gaze faltered slightly and she saw a matched desire in his eyes. He was going to kiss her. Ginny's heart fluttered and swelled with promise.
Just as quickly as her hopes had risen they came crashing down around her. Harry softened his face, his eyes became sad again. Ginny hated seeing that look in his eyes, he was suffering so intensely she knew it but he wouldn't let her in to soften the pain.

"I….I didn't mean that Gin you know I don't think that. I'm sorry, I've just had a bit too much to drink and was out of line. You looked really beautiful tonight." Harry looked in her brown eyes, they began to soften slightly as he continued to talk.

Ginny couldn't stay mad at him. Somehow he always managed to mellow her letting some of the tension and desire drain from her. She felt her anger begin to falter as she saw a glimmer of the real Harry re-emerge.

"It's fine, just try not to be such a bloody bloke sometimes. You're worse than my brothers at times for fucks sake." She flashed a quick smile whilst lightly raising one eyebrow suggestively. She paused continuing to hold Harry's gaze as he searched with his eyes around the room, avoiding her face.

"I'm going to bed Harry I have training tomorrow morning. Night." She was being blunter than she had meant to be but he had still managed to piss her off so she decided she'd let him feel bad for a little while longer. With a quick swish of her hip Ginny sauntered across the room towards her bedroom, turning quickly to glance back at Harry giving him a small soft smile as she made her way through the door.
Harry watched her as she left. He had really been out of line, why did he still manage to hurt Ginny even when they weren't 'together' and she didn't have to officially deal with his crap. He let himself slump down into the big armchair in the living room for a second, rethinking the argument that had just happened.

Ginny was positively frustrated. She wanted Harry…badly…but he hadn't seemed to catch on to how much she did just now. That or he did but he had done the whole completely predictable Harry thing where he did the right thing rather than the thing he wanted to do. God he was so infuriating and wonderful at the same time
Ginny slipped off her heels and slid out of her dress discarding it lazily on the floor as she dropped backwards onto her bed.

She was still frustrated and since Harry wasn't biting she would have to sort herself out tonight. She let her hand drift underneath her sheer lace black knickers which already seemed to be rather soaked, most likely from the state she had just been in trying not to jump Harry. As she got into a rhythm stroking the small but pronounced mound at her centre she glanced up and noticed she hadn't properly shut her door. The right and proper thing would have been to get up and close it but Ginny hoped maybe a messy black haired man might just walk past and catch a glimpse…

Harry stirred on the armchair, one hand roughly pushed through his hair in frustration. He should probably head to bed. He didn't have work tomorrow as it was a Saturday but he knew he should start cleaning up the flat for when Hermione and Ron got back.
Pushing himself up off the armchair reluctantly he made his way back to his room. As he approached Ginny's door, he fully intended to walk straight past until he noticed it wasn't shut properly.
Standing in the open crack of the door he reached his hand out ready to close it but his breath caught in his chest as he saw a fiery haired beauty sprawled out on her bed, one hand between her legs and the other clutching at the sheets below her.

She was touching herself, writhing and squirming under her own touch with her eyes fluttering shut and her head thrown back with her mouth parted slightly.
She was so beautiful Harry thought to himself yet so sexy at the same time. He felt himself go hard instantly, his length straining against the leg of his dress robes.
He knew he shouldn't be watching but he couldn't pull his eyes away. He had seen Ginny like this before, but he had always been the one doing it to her, be it with his hands, his mouth or his cock.
He had never seen her do it to herself before. She looked magnificent and it took all of his strength to not burst in there and touch her himself.

Ginny knew Harry was outside. She didn't dare open her eyes to look but she could feel him there.
She continued to stroke and caress her centre pulling herself closer and closer to her oblivion, all the while picturing Harry. He was the only one who could make her feel like this and the only way she ever managed to climax was with him or at the thought of him. She could feel her orgasm building and she was sure she would explode any moment so she brought her hand up to her chest and thumbed her hardened nipples through her thin lace bra.
'Harrryyyy mmmm' Ginny whispered, her voice breathy.

Had she just called out his name Harry thought to himself. She was calling out his name as she writhed and shook underneath her hand.

'Harrrryyyyy' she hummed as she began finding her release.

She had definitely called out his name. So many emotions rushed through Harry's head. He wanted more than anything to storm straight in there and take her up in his arms and ride out her orgasm with her. But this was wrong, he had promised himself he would let her have her life, let her fulfil the life he knew she deserved to have. He was intruding on this moment and going against his word to leave her alone.

Harry dashed towards his room slamming the door much too forcefully than he had intended behind him. He felt himself burning up and the rather hard lump in his trousers didn't seem to be going anywhere so he decided to take a shower to cool himself down and relieve the throbbing that was insistent below his trousers.
Dipping his head under the cold water relief rushed over his body. Gripping his hard length in one hand whilst steadying himself against the tiles of the shower wall with the other he began to stroke himself, all the while picturing a beautiful red haired girl. The only person he ever pictured whilst touching himself.

As Ginny fell over the edge, the warmth spreading from her core up her entire body in small but strong pulses as the familiar feeling crashed over. She snapped open her eyes hoping to capture Harry's green ones behind the door. They weren't there.
Had she imagined it or had he really been stood there watching her? She hoped it was the latter, in fact she was almost certain he had been there watching. Slightly frustrated she got up and made her way towards his room. She wasn't sure what she was going to say but she marched forcefully towards his room still clad in only a bra and her now completely soaked knickers.
After noticing the door was wide open and no Harry inside Ginny decided he must have been in the bathroom brushing his teeth or something so without thinking she walked towards the bathroom and opened the door. She hadn't been paying attention and failed to hear the sound of the shower.

Standing there with his eyes squeezed shut, one hand holding the shower wall and the other gripping his hard length was Harry.
Ginny felt her cheeks flush and a familiar warmth spread between her legs. He looked positively glorious. The water cascading down his muscle defined arms and torso. His hair dripping with water, falling messily around his forehead and down the back of his neck.
She knew she should leave, he would surely open his eyes any moment and see her standing there but Ginny couldn't pull herself away. Against her best judgement she wordlessly cast a hiding charm as she moved closer to the other side of the bathroom, her eyes still fixated on him.

Harry continued to stroke himself, moving his hand to run through his sopping black hair, thrusting with more force into himself. Picking up the pace he continued to pump his hand along his hard length. Stretching his hand out to steady himself again on the wall as he felt his release coming ever closer. Ginny saw his lips part and his tongue dart out to wet his bottom lip, then bringing it between his teeth and biting down on it.
She almost groaned out loud seeing his plump wet lip push against his teeth. She wanted to draw it between her own.
Harry released his bottom lip, slowly parting his lips and Ginny was sure he would groan. She knew Harry and knew his noises and they always drove her wild so she braced herself, pushing her hand between her legs to provide some momentary relief.

Harry continued to pump harder and harder before stuttering and jerking 'G…G…Ginny uhhhhh Ginnnnyyyy' feeling his release as he emptied himself onto his hand.

Ginny froze.

Harry had just said her name. He had said it twice. He had been thinking about her as he wanked. Elation and confusion wracked through Ginny's mind having a fierce battle of who was supreme. Did this mean Harry still wanted her, like really wanted her or had she just been the last female he saw today so was easy wank material? She didn't know what to think but he had just tossed himself off to her in the shower. Stifling a squeak of elation Ginny stayed as still as she possibly could whilst Harry finished his shower and wrapped a towel around his waist, leaving the bathroom to walk towards his room.

Letting out a sigh of relief Ginny removed the invisibility charm still on her and gripped onto the sink with both hands, shaking slightly and struggling to steady her breathing.
She would talk to Harry tomorrow, properly this time to see what was going on. She knew if she spent enough time she would be able to get Harry to open up a bit more about what he actually feels towards he, if anything at all. She couldn't go on with this confusion and pent up tension for much longer. What she had just witnessed only added to the confusion.
Splashing cold water over her face and drawing her hair into a messy bun, Ginny made her way back to her room, sliding underneath her sheets and succumbing to sleep.
Dreams filled with a certain Green eyed, messy haired man who had her heart whether he wanted it or not.

A/N: I hope whoever is reading this enjoyed it. As I said before this is going to be a multi chapter story so be prepared for lots more to come! I'd really appreciate any reviews and advice as I am new to all of this!

The next chapter should be up within the next day or so!