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Summary: Standing on the ledge she waits for him. Will he come, and what will happen?
Will He Come?
Chapter One
Ginny Weasley stands on the ledge of the bank. Looking down she can see the lake shining in the moonlight. He sent her an owl that morning, saying that they needed to talk. So she came.
The only question she had was will he come, was it all a set up. She doubted it. They had secretly been seeing each other for months. The school year was coming to an end. He was going to be turning 17 soon, which wasn't good.
Ginny replayed the memories in her mind,
Ginny ran laughing in the rain, he was right behind her
"Ginny" his deep voice rang out in the night air as she hid, crouched under the old willow. Peeking around the corner she saw him spinning around looking for her. When his back was turned to her she ran towards him. He turned in time to catch her in his arms, but by falling backwards in the process. Rolling over he lay atop her.
"Ginny…go out with me?" He asked her. The rain still poured and the moon shown bright upon them.
"yes" she smiled. Forgetting the world around them, their lips meshed in a peculiar battle.
Smiling she sat down and let her legs hang over the side. Knowing that they couldn't hide their relationship much longer she let the tears fall silently.
He watched her, hidden in the shadows. Smiling he slid into the darkness. He approached her with caution, as not to alarm her.
"Hullo Love" He said from behind her. She turned and stood.
"Hey" She smiled back. "I hate this hood" she placed her hands on the hood and gently pushed it down. His platinum blonde hair fell around his face. His gray eyes held her brown. He smiled at her, looking like an angel.
He lowered his mouth to capture hers. At that moment the world dissolved and it was only the two of them. He gently lowered her to the ground she happily went. Thank merlin they were out of view from the castle.
Once they were lying on the ground he slipped his hand under skirt, moaning in pleasure she parted her legs even more. Her hands undid the clasp of his cloak, and then were unbuttoning his shirt. With his free hand he tilted her head to get a better view of her neck. Slipping his fingers out of her wetness he had that hand free to remove her tie and shirt. She had already taken of his shirt and was pulling the whifebeater (sp?) over his head. Whit her shirt gone he slipped his hand around to take off the black lacy bra. She unbuckled his belt was pulling the, down. He kicked off his pants and pulled down her skirt and black lacy thong. She slipped his green silk boxers off, and spread her legs. She slipped her arms around him. He whispered a conception spell and the thrust into her, once, twice, three times, and many more to count. Ecstasy leading driving them on, Sending them both on a wave of pleasure, unknown to the fact that they had been watched.
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