For The Love Of Merlin!

Before I get started I need to let you guys know that I fucked up this story completely when I first uploaded it. It was written in a way where things were awkward, the characters seemed idiotic and completely out of character, there was no story line and there was no way to find it redeemable. Until I decided to give it another chance. The thing about this story is that I find myself very close to it because it's one of those stories that I hold very dear to my heart. I know that it's very hard to work on something like this while having to deal with life. Despite all of the challenges that I've had I want to keep on writing this story, simply because I love it and it means a lot to me. I want to make sure that whatever chapter I upload is top notch, none of the silly shenanigans I pulled before, because you as my readers deserve that. Now, without further ado, I would like to introduce you to the revised edition of For The Love Of Merlin.

Nobody dies a virgin.

Life fucks us all.

- Kurt Cobain

July 16th 1998

Great, just fucking great, thought Ginny as she stepped out of the shower and wrapped a towel around her body; Mother Nature had made an early appearance this month, making it impossible for her to go swimming today. Hermione, Luna, and her, had made plans to go swimming that day to a pond they found near The Burrow. It was a fairly large and beautiful crystalline pond; it was located on the middle of the cornfield that was on the right of the Burrow. Most of the ponds or swamps found on that field were muddy and mostly not apt for swimming, so it had been quite a pleasant surprise to find the beautiful pond right in the middle of the cornfield in the beginning of summer. Since then, they had spend many days and sometimes nights swimming in its crystalline waters, enjoying the cool feeling it gave their skins after being burned by the hot summer sun all day.

Resigning to her oh so horrific fate of a week with no swimming, Ginny started to dress for the day. A pair of denim shorts and a loose airy shirt would be good enough; she would have to ask Hermione to put a cooling charm on her, otherwise she would be sweating like a pig for the rest of the day. Ginny still had the trace on her. But not for long, her birthday would be in a month, and she would finally have the trace off of her. Ah, finally free to use magic as she wished! But for now all she could do was wait, so she did.

She walked down to the kitchen, her high ponytail bouncing with every step she took; today was going to be a good day, despite the fact that one of her organs was peeling off its lining just because she was not having a child. Hey, you're not pregnant this month? Great! I'll reward you with unbearable cramps and make you bleed for a week! It was hard to understand the logic behind the human body sometimes.

"Good morning mother! Are the guys awake already or do I need to go call them?" asked Ginny as she took her seat on the table, she grabbed some bacon, eggs and various breakfast items, making a little mountain of greasy but delicious food on her plate. "Mum? Hello?"

"Oh sorry, darling! I have my head in the clouds, with Harry bringing Cho over for the first time for breakfast, and Ronald about to leave for Auror training! There are so many things on my head," said eagerly Molly Weasley as she walked around the kitchen getting various tasks done, one of them was charming a few knifes to cut up fruit in cubes, which stirred up Ginny's curiosity.

"What's up with the rabbit food?" asked Ginny after she swallowed the mouth full of food, "please don't tell me you are falling to the mainstream pressure of using diets and eating like a small animal, please tell me that you're not making me do it as well."

Her mother turned, looking disoriented for a moment, before looking at the food her daughter was pointing at with the end of her fork, which was still half-loaded with bits of bacon and eggs.

"That's for Cho, dear. Harry tells me that she only eats fruits and vegetables, nothing that comes from animals." Said her mother then turned back to what she had been doing before, which was cutting up various vegetables to jump inside the pot where she was slow cooking a huge chunk of meat for the pot roast sandwiches for lunch. "It wouldn't do you bad to eat a few vegetables and fruits as well Ginny; you won't always have the fast metabolism you have right now!"

"Good Merlin mother, one cannot simply live their life only eating that! To each their own though, if she wants to eat only that then good for her. More bacon for the sane people." Said Ginny before she ate another mouthful of food then washed it down with a big gulp of pumpkin juice, "that does explain why she is so skinny though, no one who eats correctly could be that tiny."

"It's necessary to perform well on the Quidditch pitch." Said a voice behind her, "but I'm sure you knew that already. With you being a Chaser and all, you must be a little bulkier and all, to make sure no one knocks you off your broom. However, to be a Seeker you need to be as small as you can, it makes you faster."

Did this bitch just call me fat?

"Well Cho, a lot of seekers are big guys too. Just look at Harry, six feet one inch and he is one of the best seekers." Said Ginny as she turned to look at the girl standing on the doorway. Harry was standing right next to Cho, holding her hand and looking sheepishly as he gave Mrs. Weasley a smile, "Just like Victor Krum, and Diggory. How is he doing anyway? Such a sweet boy, I wonder what he has been up to lately."

"I haven't talked to him in quite some time," said Cho, her face turning bright pink at the mention of her handsome ex boyfriend, "I don't have anything to talk to him about."

"Really?" asked Ginny as she raised her eyebrows and took another bite of her bacon, "I heard otherwise.."

"GINEVRA!"

"That's my cue to leave," said Ginny as she picked up her now empty plate and placed it on the sink, "it was nice to see you Harry, I hope we can catch up later today, and Cho, always a pleasure to see you. I'm going down to the pond mum, if you see Hermione or Luna tell them I'm there."

The day dragged by painfully slow. There was no other way to put it. The Weasleys all adored Cho and showered her with compliments and attention. It was sickening to watch, it was worse than when Fleur had married Bill; because her family actually liked Cho. Just when Ginny thought it would not get worse, it did. Harry decided to propose. Propose! He got on one knee by the orchard and gave her an elaborate ring, big diamond on top and all. It wasn't that she hated Cho, it was just the fact that she wished she was her. Not physically or anything like that, oh heaven forbid she looked so tiny and colorless… no, she wished she could be on her spot. She wished that Harry loved her, that he had bought something special that was handcrafted specially for her. She didn't want no big diamonds or anything so elaborated, no, it could be a common pebble clued to a piece of wire and she would still love it all the same. After she wiped her tears and pretended that they were tears of happiness, she congratulated the newly engaged couple and wishing them the best in life. Smiled and laughed at the right times as Cho and Harry told the tale of how they had found each other, she kept her eyes away from Harry even though she felt his eyes on her. After a good hour of self-torture, in the form of listening to Cho's stories of how adorable their dates were, Ginny decided to go upstairs and get some rest.

Ginny walked in her room, closing the door behind her and sat on her bed. She covered her eyes with her hands and let the tears flow freely, her sobs were silent, but she still felt them shake her body against her will. The knot on her throat was suffocating, it made her face and eyes burn. Her lungs asked for air, but every time she tried to breathe she felt as if a loud sob would escape, so she pressed her face against her pillow in attempt to muffle the sounds of her anguish. It was silly to cry like this over something so silly, she couldn't be upset over this, she simply couldn't. But no matter how many times she told herself that it was okay, she couldn't get her cries to stop. She didn't even hear the sound of the door opening, or feel the way the bed sunk when someone sat next to her. So when she felt a hand on her shoulder she jumped, startled by the presence of another person in the room. The last person she wanted to see now, yet the only one she could tolerate around her at the moment.

"Are you okay?" asked Harry, his voice gentle as he rubbed small circles on her back, "please talk to me Ginny, what's wrong."

"n-no-nothing is wrong, just go back downstairs, it's not important," she stuttered as she tried to wipe the tears off her face, she did not want him to see her like this, it was the last thing she wanted. To make the poor boy feel guilty like he always did, he always found a way to blame himself for everyone's problems.

"Ginny, I'm not an idiot. I know something is wrong; I just want you to talk to me about it. Please?" said Harry as he pushed her hair behind her ear, "just tell me what's wrong, I will find a way to help you, I promise."

All Ginny did was shake her head and sit up straight, she turned and looked at him for the first time since she heard the news of his engagement. He looked worried, his usually bright eyes were clouded with worry and confusion, his eyebrows were furrowed in the same way they were when he was concentrating on something.

"You're not happy about me and Cho, right?" he asked slowly, as if she was going to burst into tears as soon as he mentioned his new fiancée.

"Ding, ding, ding! We got a winner." Said Ginny sarcastically as she rolled her eyes, "you know Harry, you can marry her, I seriously don't give two fucks if you do. But don't expect me to be happy about it. I won't be nasty or rude to her, but I seriously don't want to see her around. I really don't. You can marry her, have a dozen of kids, and build your own little Quidditch team, go for it. Just don't expect me to treat her like she is my best friend or like she is the most amazing person who ever stepped through those doors. I don't like her and I probably never will. But if she makes you happy then I don't have the right to complain. You deserve to be happy."

"Ginny, I really care about you, I hope you know that." He grabbed her hand and entwined his fingers with hers, "You are my first love and I will always be eternally grateful for the way you and your family have treated me. You and I, well it worked out for a while but after it was just not the same thing anym-"

"Harry do me a favor and shut up, please?" snapped Ginny, "The only reason why it stopped working for us was because all Cho had to do was bat her little eyes and she had you drooling all over the place. Quit saying that it was not the same because "time passed by," because we both know it's absolute bullshit. You left me for her not even a week after we had sex, so we both know why you were dating me at all on the first place! I gave you everything I had, what good did I get for that? Absolutely nothing. Unless you count a broken heart as a good thing. So please quit telling yourself that you cared about me, because you didn't. Don't try to bullshit me into believing that you care, because you don't. Now, if you could please get out of my room, I would greatly appreciate it."

He simply nodded, got up and walked to the door, he wrapped his fingers around the doorknob then turned.

"You might think I don't care, but I really do. I do love you Ginny Weasley, I always will." He said gently, looking at her straight in the eyes.

Ginny responded by throwing a flowerpot filled with quills his way, barely missing him by a few inches. The remains of the pot and the quills were spread on the floor, his eyes wide in surprise as he saw the fury in hers. Harry knew that Ginny had a great aim, she was a Chaser after all, so it was obvious she only did that as a warning and it was clear what it was: Another word and it will be your head I will be aiming for.

"I said, get the fuck out of my room Potter."

July 31st 1998

"So why did the princess not come? I'm surprised she's not here sitting on his lap and eating half of his face by now." Muttered Ginny as she took a swing from her Butterbeer, it was Harry's 18th birthday, and they had a party at the Burrow to celebrate it. For some strange reason though, Cho was not with him that day. Her absence was very noticeable as well, since she was usually attached to him. Holding his hand or giving him a kiss on the cheek or lips.

"Oh, Harry said they had some kind of fall out. Apparently, Harry asked her for some time to think things over and she was furious." Said Hermione as she eyed her friend skeptically, "you wouldn't know anything about that, would you?"

"Why would I know what the hell goes through Harry Potter's mind?" asked Ginny, then narrowed her eyes as she eyed the boy in question, "He does whatever he wants to do, I don't know anything."

"Ginny, I know about the conversation you two had." Whispered Hermione as she took Ginny's hand in between hers, "I heard all of it, I confronted Harry after and made him tell me what was going on; so please let's talk about this like adults."

"I really care about him, Hermione. I still love him. He knows that, everybody knows that. I feel like a fool, I'm pinning after a guy who is getting married to the epitome of perfection. A guy who will never love me the way I want him to. But whatever, his loss, I guess." said Ginny as she looked down and fiddled with the Butterbeer bottle. Ginny shook her head and got up, taking the small bottle of firewhiskey that was on the table and put it inside her shirt so her mother wouldn't see it, "I don't really want to talk about it though, but thanks for the support! It's greatly appreciated."

"Ginny, please let's just talk about this like grown-ups!" begged Hermione, her eyes darting from side to side, making sure that none of the Weasleys were listening.

"Yeah, I'm not quite a grown up, so let me go and do something stupid and completely irresponsible while I still can." Said Ginny as she headed into her house to get a few stuff, but before going in she went back to the table and gave Hermione a wicked smile, "Don't worry, I won't do anything that will be permanent. No tattoos or piercings or running naked on the wind. I'll be totally irresponsible in the best way, have fun!"

Ginny ran in her room, and grabbed her backpack and emptied the contents. She threw in there a wireless radio, the bottle of Firewhiskey, a beach towel, her wand, and a jar of blue fire she had found in the kitchen earlier. In less than a few minutes she changed into her bikini, which was not necessarily immodest, but it was not appropriate to wear it around the house which was full of guest. So she threw a summer dress over it and made her way outside.

Ginny looked back at the tables set on the orchard and saw a particularly worried looking Hermione talking to Harry. Ginny didn't care much about what they could be talking about, but when she saw them turn to look her way she simply smiled and walked off into the cornfield. She made her way into the cornfield, looking for a certain clearing where she found the sparkling water of the pond, shining under the light of the moon and the stars.

She took out the jar from her backpack and set it down on the small clearing, it was lighting up the area pretty well, so that was good enough for her. She spread the towel on the ground and took out her wireless, turned it on and waited for a song to start. She took a swing from the bottle of fire whiskey and felt the burn it left on her throat, she had to cough a little to get the burn to disappear, but it only happened after a while.

"Bon Jovi? Really Gin?" she heard Harry comment on the song that was playing on the wireless.

"Bon Jovi rocks, on occasion." She said as she took off her dress and stepped in the water and sang along with the song, "I've seen a million faces, and I rocked 'em all! 'Cause I'm a cowboy, on a steel horse I ride, and I'm wanted, dead or alive."

She heard Harry chuckle lightly but paid him no attention. She submerged completely and opened her eyes underwater, seeing her hair float and contrast against the blue of the fire. After a couple of more seconds she went out and got some air again, this time deciding to just float on her back instead, watching the stars.

"Is it okay if I join you?" asked Harry with a tentative smile on his face, he was sitting on her towel and watching her swim, his eyes never lifted off of her since she stepped a foot on the water.

"I thought you had already invited yourself over," stated Ginny as she stood up straight in the water and turned to look at him her eyes giving away no hint of emotion, "I mean, after all you are interrupting my alone time when you should be at the Burrow enjoying your birthday party."

"Yeah, well I wanted to talk to you," said Harry slowly as he took off his shoes and socks and set them by her dress, "I think that there are many things we didn't really get straight last time we talked. Like the feelings we have for each other."

Ginny watched him unbutton his shirt and slip it off his shoulders, it felt like a cruel trick of fate to her. Why dangle him in front of her when she couldn't have him, why make her hurt more than she already did? Ginny knew exactly why. Because fate was a slut, she fucked everyone.

"What is there to talk about? We were both pretty clear last time we spoke. You can marry her; I don't really care," she lied as she watched him take off his jeans, then his glasses as he stepped in the water, "she is perfect for you. Pretty little trophy wife the world wants Mr. Harry Potter to ha-"

"I don't want to marry her," blurted out Harry, as he got closer to her, "to be honest, the only reason why I wanted to marry her was because of the lack of complications that come with being with her. If things were to fall apart between her and me, it wouldn't affect my life all that much. It's hard to be with her sometimes, though. She suffocates me sometimes, and she hates the two most important girls in my life: Hermione and you. I often wonder if she really loves me or if she's with me just for the name. What do you think?"

"You really want to really hear what I think about her?" she asked, he nodded in approval, "I think that she is an annoying self righteous little twat, she is superficial, mean, and conceited. But despite her shitty personality, I do believe she cares about you. No one can keep up their act for as long as she has. To be honest, I wish I was her."

"Why? You're perfect the way you are," commented Harry as he walked behind her and wrapped his arms around her slippery waist, "you are just beautiful, you don't need to be like her."

"That's not what I meant, I like the way I look. What I meant is that I wish I was in her shoes, if you get my drift," replied Ginny as she leaned into his embrace, her wet hair sticking to his chest, causing him to shiver lightly thanks to the chilly contrast between her wet locks and his heated skin, "I still love you, and you know that. I wish you wouldn't take advantage of this situation like I know you are doing right now."

*AN: warning: smut ahead. Don't read if your sensibilities will be offended, you will be notified when the smut ends.*

"Take advantage? I would never do such thing," He chuckled and used one of his hands to push her hair over her shoulder, giving his lips access to her sensitive neck. He started nibbling and kissing it lightly, grinning slightly as he heard small moans slip her lips, "I'm sure it's not considered taking advantage if you want this as much as I do, because it sounds like you are enjoying it."

"Mmm… I am, but I'm just not going to risk getting caught doing naughty things with a man that is almost married," whispered Ginny as she stepped out of his embrace and swam to the edge of the pond, "come to me when you're not engaged anymore and then we will see."

"What if I promise to leave her? Would you still love me the same?" he asked as he wrapped his arms around her waist again, this time his hands wandered. One moved up to her ribcage gradually, making its way to her chest, slipping under her top and finding her sensitive nipple. The other hand pulled her against his hips, making her feel his obvious arousal. He moved that hand slowly down, using his thumb to circle her bellybutton before continuing the dangerously sinful path it was on. He reached her bikini, but instead of slipping his hand inside, he kept on going, teasing her sensitive flesh over the thin drenched fabric. He cupped her center and pressed his hand hard, making a particularly loud moan escape her lips again. "you never answered my questions, would you still love me?"

"Y-yes," she replied in a shaky breath as she tried to press herself against his hand again, needing to feel friction again, "Oh Merlin, we are going to get caught out here."

"Don't worry, I got it," whispered Harry as he stepped away from her and stepped out of the pond and walked towards his bundle of clothes. He grabbed his wand and cast a couple of spells around them, wards that would make them invisible to anyone outside their little piece of heaven and would make the person outside forget what they were doing there. And wards to keep whatever sound they made silent. It was perfect.

"Now, where were we?" he asked as he helped her out of the pond. He cast a charm on himself and on Ginny to dry them, and another one on the towel to make it feel as if it was a mattress. "Lay down, my love, I want to love you again."

Ginny laid down on the towel and was quickly followed by Harry. He positioned himself to her right, leaning on his elbow so he could kiss her lips for the first time in many months. Their lips met slowly and gently, the kiss turning more passionate and burning as they nibbled and licked each other's lips. Harry reached behind her back and untied the small knot that kept her top in place, revealing her small breasts and pink erect nipples. He kissed her jaw and slowly went down to in between her breasts and made his way to one of her nipples, circling it slowly with his tongue and then nibbling lightly on it. As Harry did that, he moved his right hand over her belly again, and started the agonizingly slow process of going down again. This time his hand didn't linger outside of the bikini. He went to the side, where a small knot was waiting for him to undo it. He pulled on the string, it became undone fast and easy. As he moved his hand to the other side he dragged the tip of his fingers over the fabric, doing it painfully slow and then pulled on the other string.

As Harry peeled off the last piece of fabric that was on her body, Ginny felt a shiver of anticipation on her body. He moved his fingers in between her sensitive and wet folds, finding the nub of nerves that could make her moan when he touched it the right way. And moan she did. He rubbed her clit with two fingers in a circular motion, making her lift up her hips, and spread her legs wider; giving him access to the most private areas of her body. Harry moved his fingers faster and faster over the bundle of nerves, hearing her moans getting louder the faster he went. He repositioned himself in between her legs, never breaking contact with her body and never stopped pleasuring her. He pulled down his boxers and made contact with her wet and sensitive folds, lubricating himself before entering her. Ginny gasped as she felt him enter her body, arching into him and meeting his body with every thrust. Her abdomen tightened as her orgasm approached, making her walls contract around him, pushing him closer to the edge and making him lose whatever control he had left. His thrusts became frenetic and rougher, until he couldn't hold himself together anymore and gave one final thrust in her body, spilling his seed inside of her.

*END OF SMUT SCENE*

He collapsed next to her, their breathing was uneven, and their bodies were soaked in sweat. He looked at her and marveled at her beauty, her face flushed and her usually perfectly straight hair was wild beyond recognition. Her skin glistened with beads of sweat, but even like that he thought she was the most beautiful creature in all creation. He leaned in to kiss her, but she pressed her hand against his shoulder and pushed him away.

"I know you're not going to leave her," said Ginny as she sat up and started putting on her bikini again, trying to get whatever dignity she could find by hiding her body from the person that had just taken it to paradise, "so there really is no need for after sex kissing. I know this didn't mean anything to you. So please don't make this harder for me than it should be."

"What are you- what do you mean this didn't mean anything to me, Gin?" asked Harry as he struggled to put on his glasses back on, "this meant a lot to me, I hope you know that! I just cheated on my fiancée, don't you think that you might have to mean at least a tiny bit in order to get me to do that?!"

"Oh please Potter, this was just sex for you," sneered Ginny as she put on her dress, "I bet you tell the same crap to the other girls you screw around with! Here, take your filthy clothes!"

"What other girls! You are the only one I have ever been with! There has never been anyone else but you," shouted Harry as he put on his clothes on quickly, trying his best not to trip and fall inside the pond, "you are the only woman I have ever touched this way, believe me, there has never been anybody else."

"Sure I am, I'm sure Cho thinks she's the only one as well," she spat as she picked up her things and stuffed them in a hurry inside her backpack, "you know what potter, just go. Marry her, because I don't want you. I despise you. I don't want you around me, I don't want you to talk to me, or to ever touch me again. You disgust me."

With those last memorable words she marched off to the Burrow, and a worried Harry went after her. What they didn't know was that they had forgotten something very important in the midst of their argument, to cast a contraceptive charm.