None of this is mine. JKR is the one we thank for all that follows. She created the beauty, I just added the filth. Just an idea I wanted to try out. I will maybe add a few more chapters, I don't want to commit to a huge story yet, I'm just going to let this go as things do. If any of you do feel that there's huge potential, drop me a line. Oh, ye: LANGUAGE WARNING: I like really filthy words. Don't like f-bombs and c u next tuesdays. I'd stop now. Go on. Fuck off ;)
Prologue
'You know what, Harry. Fuck you. Fuck your honour, fuck your duty, fuck this fucking war.'
Ginny Weasley was mad. Harry had often called her his WildFyre. She was renowned for her moods. Often she was cantankerous, that was lack of sleep. Regularly she was moody. That was hormones and lack of sleep. It wasn't surprising when she was cross. That was family. Now, Harry Potter stood in front of her and she was mad, fuming, furious. Unleashed.
They'd been left in Harry's old dorm room for a while. Everybody had collapsed after the battle. Even the dead lay momentarily forgotten by most as all the exhaustion of the war had finally been released. Now Harry and Ginny were stood at the foot of his bed, alone. Harry was desperately trying to worm his way out. Ginny stood in front of him, hands on her hips and hair a mess. If a Weasley had been there, they'd have advised Harry to give in. Shame they shared their stubbornness.
'I've gotta'-
'Merlin's cunt Harry. You've got to do nothing. He's dead. They're finished. You said, you promised, once this was done, it was you and me.'
'It's not done.' His voice was quiet. She stopped at him.
'What?'
'You know as well I do. It's not over. So many of them got away, he's inspired so many people around the world. I know, I know you think it's not my job,' he carried on as she opened her mouth to interrupt. His resolve was set and her anger would crash over it and leave it undamaged, 'I know you'll say that those deaths were not my fault. I don't know if I could have stopped them dying, but I'll do anything I can that there's no question in the future. No one will die on my watch if I can help it. I need to fix things.'
'Three months...' Ginny muttered to herself.
'Pardon?'
'Wait for me. Wait three months. I turn 17 and we take space, together.' Her brown eyes, often swimming warmly like melting chocolate now glinted like steel.
'Gin...'
'No Harry,' she said firmly. 'I am yours, and Merlin be damned, you're mine. You want space, have it, but I'll be there. From now on, all this shit, we do, together.' She stared at him. The space, the silence swirled around them.
'One thing, Gin.' Harry looked at her, his eyes shining with amazement.
'What?' she snapped. Harry just grinned.
'Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?'