OCTOBER
Harry was happy that he was alone once he read Ginny's letter. He didn't get past the first paragraph before he put the letter down and was lost in thought. He couldn't allow himself to think too much about what Ginny had said. The thought of them touching each other was a dangerous road for Harry to go down. They had almost been carried away many times over the summer, and finally Harry had to sit Ginny down for a serious talk about their activities. Harry loved Mr. and Mrs. Weasley and didn't want to do anything that would make them lose their faith in him. He loved Ginny, but he also wanted to do what was best for her. He remembered their conversation from the summer…
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It was a warm day in August and Harry and Ginny were lying by the edge of the lake soaking up the sun's hot rays. It had started innocently enough, they were holding hands, and Ginny began stroking Harry's hand with her thumb. She rolled onto her side and draped her arm across Harry's bare chest, snuggling into his side. Her lips were trailing kisses down his side and across his chest when he closed his eyes and groaned. He took her hand, and said, "Gin, I think we should talk."
Groggily, Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes. "This doesn't sound like it's going to be a fun conversation."
Harry sat up, and leaned his back against a nearby tree, bringing Ginny along with him. He conjured a blanket for them to sit on. He settled back, and began gently, "Gin, you know I love you, you are my entire world. But, I think that we need to talk about our physical relationship."
"What do you mean, Harry?" she asked tentatively. "You don't want me?"
He could only chuckle, if she only knew how much…" Trust me; there is nothing that I would rather be doing than loving you in every single sense of the word, but…" Harry looked at Ginny with trepidation, "I think that we should wait."
"Wait? Wait for what?" Ginny asked.
"I think we should wait until we're married," Harry replied softly.
Ginny sat up and looked Harry in the eye. "Why, Harry? Is Ron giving you a hard time, or my parents? Have they said something to you?" Ginny was beginning to get very irritated, but Harry was quick to calm her.
"No, it's nothing like that. It's really just me. Your family is my first real family, Gin, the only one that I've ever known. I just feel like I would be disrespecting them if we had sex. I don't want to do anything that would shake the faith and trust that they put in me, Gin. I want to be with you, so much, but I just think that it would be the wrong thing for us, especially since you're going back to school, and I'm starting training. I think it would just be too complicated for us if we started that right now. We have enough on our plates at the moment." He stole a glance at Ginny again, and she has a deep furrow between her brows. He took a deep breath. "What are you thinking?" Harry asked.
"That you are the most incredible person I've ever met." She smiled.
"Yeah, right, or the most mental! How many men would turn YOU down?? Not many, I can tell you." Harry said, shaking his head, unable to believe what he had just said.
"Harry, I love you. You just keep amazing me. How do you do that?" She took Harry's hand and brought it to her lips and then pressed it against her cheek.
"Are you sure that you're OK with this?" Harry asked, wrapping Ginny in his arms.
"Of course, and actually a little relieved," said Ginny. "I want to as well, but I think you're right about the timing. We have a lot of other things to concentrate on for the time being. It would be great, though…but, you know what this means, right?"
"What?" Harry replied, smiling, hugely relieved.
"I will just have to dream about it, and come up with some unbelievably fantastic moves for our wedding night."
"Oh, Gin," Harry groaned. "You are going torture me with this until next August, aren't you?"
"Mmm-Hmm," she answered, smiling up at Harry.
"Lord, help me. I try to do the right thing, and you can undo all of my good deeds with one look."
"Let's hope so."
"Gin, please try and help me with this! You know that I won't have a lot of willpower, so let's be good, OK?"
"Yes, Harry, we'll be very good," she said with a gleam in her eye.
"Yeah, I think I'm in trouble." Harry said, and they both laughed.
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During his lunch break one particularly warm sunny day, Harry sat outside and began a letter to Ginny. He couldn't wait to see her again. Five days!
5 October
Dear Ginny:
I have spent MANY nights since getting your last letter imagining what you have in store for me for our wedding night, and I haven't gotten much sleep since! Trust me, I can think of some great stuff, so you better be prepared to deliver! It's not the amount of time we've had to think about it, it's the quality of the thoughts, as you will find out…
Our wedding – my favorite subject! I have to admit that I am doing a great job of driving Ron mad with my talk of it (as you know from Hermione, poor girl. Ron is trying to come up with something that will make it up to her, but nothing so far. I feel very bad for her, though). I am looking forward to the wedding more than anything in my life. I meant it when I said that you can have anything you want, anything that will make you happy will make me happy. But, OK, you want some of my thoughts? I would love if we could incorporate lilies (for my Mum) in the decorations somewhere, and I would love to see your hair down when you walk down the aisle to me. I will be imagining running my fingers through it and its sweet smell, and that should sustain me until you reach me at the altar.
I never realized how physical our training would be, but I fall into bed exhausted every night. We spend at least two hours a day running and working out, trying to build up our stamina. I'm finding that I really love this part of training, much more than sitting in the classroom. We're learning tons of new spells, both offensive and defensive. The Ministry is in the process of building a training room that we will use to try out different attack scenarios and advanced spell casting, which should help us a lot.
I'm glad that Hagrid is doing well, I'm sure he has his hands full with his classes. Tell him that I said hello, and look forward to seeing him next week. (Don't believe everything he tells you about me, either!)
Less than five days until you're in my arms again, love!
I love you, good night,
Harry
Ginny sat back and folded Harry's letter, a huge grin on her face. She loved that he wanted to be so involved in the wedding planning. She wanted Harry to be happy, too, and he definitely deserved some say in their day. She loved the idea of having lilies incorporated with the flowers, and also thought having her hair down rather than up would suit her better. It would be much more casual and comfortable for her, and if it made him happy in the process, that made her happy, too.
Ginny felt bad for her professors this week. She was a complete basket case just thinking about Harry coming up this weekend. Her concentration was shot, and she was barely getting her assignments completed in time for her classes. On Thursday, she was still writing an essay for McGonagall while she walked into the classroom. She had looked at Ginny from behind her spectacles with a glaring eye, but Ginny couldn't help it. The thought of holding and kissing Harry again pushed every other thought from her mind until it was nearly consuming her. It filled her every thought all day long.
She was able to give into her obsession while writing to Harry, and that's just what she did that night.
8 October
Dear Harry:
Two days! I can't wait to see you. Isn't there any way that you could come up on tomorrow night instead of waiting until Saturday? I'm sure that McGonagall would allow you to apparate early! Please think about it-that would mean so many more hours that we could spend together. I'm going a little mad being without you for so long. I love our letters, but they definitely do not make up for you being here in the flesh! Aah, your flesh. I can't wait to touch your flesh, and kiss you again. I've been obsessing about the freckle that you have on your chest, near your right shoulder. I can see it perfectly when I'm snuggled into your neck. I've been dreaming of tracing it with my fingers and my tongue. Harry, please hurry…
I hope that I can last until our wedding night, but it's getting tougher!
Seventh years are going to sit our mid-semester exams the week after you're here, so we will be studying together. What is your exam schedule for the weekend?
I'm sorry this is so short, Harry, but I need to finish a twelve inch parchment assignment for Madame Pomfrey on breaking a simple dark magic curse that's due tomorrow. I've been slacking off so much this week that I have a lot to catch up on!
I think about you all day long, and dream about you all night. I love you with all of my heart, Harry!
Ginny
9 October
Dear Gin:
Wow, is all I have to say about your letter. You gave me quite a bit to think about, and I have been staring at that freckle a whole lot more since you've pointed it out to me! Trust me, I can almost feel you touching it every time I see it, and it's driving me a bit insane, but in a very, very good way.
Do you want to know my favorite part of you? Can you guess? Other than your hair (which I can spend all day touching and burying my nose in), my favorite part are your hands. They are so smooth and strong, but gentle and loving at the same time. The feel of your fingers intertwining with mine when we're just sitting in the orchard or by the lake, doing nothing but being together. When you stroke my hand with your thumb absentmindedly when you're content, those are my favorite memories and favorite things about you. You're so incredible.
Part 1 of the exam is from 11AM-3PM on Saturday. Part 2 is on Sunday from 9AM to 2PM, and then we're finished. I will be able to stay with you until 7PM, when McGonagall is kicking us all out. I promise to be a good boy and sit with you as you study for your exams, too. As long as I get to be with you, I don't care what we're doing.
I will see you about 10AM tomorrow, love, I can't wait!
Always,
Harry
Harry rolled his letter and secured it to Hiro's leg and let the owl fly out into the night. He hoped that Ginny would get his letter before he apparated to Hogwarts tomorrow morning. It was nearly 10:00PM, and Harry had only gotten home from the Ministry an hour ago. He grabbed a quick bite of dinner, and trudged upstairs to reply to Gin's letter. He spent the remainder of the night packing for his weekend and reviewing for the weekend's tests. Unfortunately, the studying was sporadic at best; his thoughts were way too centered on seeing Ginny again in less than twelve hours.
The students returning for their NEWTs were given a one hour window to apparate into Professor McGonagall's office, and Harry signed up for the earliest possible time slot (9:45AM). Ron, of course, only thinking about himself had requested the latest time (10:45AM) possible so that he could spend more time sleeping. Harry couldn't wait to see Ginny, and he knew that sleep would probably elude him tonight anyway, so he would be awake well before the appointed apparition time.
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Ginny, too, was preparing for Harry's visit. She snuck out of the Common Room around 7PM and flew to the Room of Requirement. She paced back and forth three times concentrating on what she would need once she entered. The door appeared and she stepped in, always amazed by this incredible room. It was lit with what seemed like a thousand cream colored candles, and in the middle stood an enormous bathtub filled with steaming hot water and millions of bubbles. The softest robe that Ginny had ever felt stood next to the tub on a coat rack, along with a huge fluffy towel. A variety of shampoos, soaps and conditioners were in a basket near the edge of the tub waiting for Ginny to choose. She took a deep breath and let escape a sigh of relief. She was so ready to be alone for a bit.
She spent over an hour in the tub relaxing and letting her mind just wander. Of course, the topic that kept creeping back into her mind was Harry. Tomorrow morning! They would be together again. Thank God. She wondered if they would find their way back to this room over the weekend, just the two of them. It would be wonderful to have some time alone with Harry.
The water began to cool, so she quickly washed her hair and lathered her body, shaving her legs in the process. She stood up and wrapped herself in the soft robe, and placed the towel around her hair. She wasn't ready to leave the calming room, she was enjoying this time alone. She unwrapped the towel from her hair, and ran a brush through it, smoothing out the tangles. At 9:30PM, she dressed again in the clothes she came in, and returned to the Common Room.
She entered the dormitory and Hiro was noisily tapping on the window nearest her bed. She smiled as she crossed the room and let him in.
"I'm sorry, boy, I don't have any treats for you in here. You'll have to fly up to the owlery and forage up there," she said to the bird softly as she stroked his feathers. "I'm sorry, baby." The bird nipped her finger affectionately and flew out of the open window. Ginny fastened the lock, and lay on her bed, unrolling the parchment as she did.
She smiled as she read through Harry's letter, and laughed out loud at the parts about his freckle. Ginny knew that that would get a great reaction from him. She was so touched when he said that his favorite part of her was her hands. She knew that it wasn't strictly true, but it was nice to hear anyway. He was so amazing. It was going to test all of her strength this weekend to stick to the agreement that they had made over the summer about waiting. Ginny didn't know if she would be able to touch Harry without wanting more.
Ginny woke at 6AM on Saturday morning. She knew that there wasn't any way that she would be able to go back to sleep, so she slipped quietly from her bed, grabbed her books, and went down to the Common Room. She sat by the fireplace on the couch where she and Harry had spent so much time together. She took the blanket from the back of the couch and wrapped herself up in it and stared at the flames. Eventually, she turned her attention to her books, promising herself that she would get some of her reading done before she went to McGonagall's office to meet Harry. She loved that he didn't know she would be there to meet him; she was dying to see his face when she surprised him. She had asked Professor McGonagall if it was possible to be there when Harry apparated, and she was met with a glare (unfortunately Ginny asked on the same day that her mind was on Harry and not on transfiguration).
"Miss Weasley, I suggest that you spend a little more time with your studies and less on thoughts of Mr. Potter. You would do well to remember that your mid-semester exams are next week. I hope that you have been using your time more wisely than you do in this class in preparing for them."
"I'm sorry, Professor," Ginny began, sheepishly. "I'm sure that it's only because Harry is visiting this weekend that my thoughts are so scattered. We are planning on studying together when he's not sitting his NEWTs."
Professor Mc Gonagall gave her a very skeptical look. "Mmm-hmm. Very well, Miss Weasley. I will give you permission to surprise Mr. Potter tomorrow morning. He is due to arrive in my office at 9:45AM."
"Thank you! I'll be there!"
And she was. Ginny arrived in the Headmistress' office at 9:40AM, and it was everything that she could do to prevent herself from not coming here hours before! She paced back and forth until she heard a loud pop, and Harry was suddenly right in front of her. She screamed his name and flew across the room jumping into his arms. She saw his face break into the largest smile that she had ever seen and his eyes were sparkling as he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.
"God, I missed you!" Harry exclaimed. He kissed Ginny again.
"Excuse me, you two!" Professor McGonagall said rather loudly. "Others are coming soon, you two will need to exit the office. By the way, welcome back, Mr. Potter."
"Thank you Professor," Harry said once he could extricate his lips from Ginny's. Harry grabbed his overnight bag and walked with Ginny out of the office, holding her hand. Once the gargoyle stopped revolving at the bottom of the stairs, he wrapped his arms around Ginny and drew her into a passionate kiss.
"Mmm," was all Ginny could manage.
"You are so beautiful, and you smell so good!" Harry said as he buried his nose in her hair.
"I can't believe you're really here!" Ginny said. "I think I'm still dreaming."
"Then this is the best dream I've had in over a month," said Harry.
"I agree, love. Wow, I missed you so much."
"Me, too," said Harry. "Let's go drop off my stuff and then we can take a quick walk, if you'd like."
They headed to Gryffindor tower, and met Hermione in the Common Room. "Harry!" she screamed and flew over to give him a hug. He held her for a long time; he didn't realize how much he missed her until he saw her again.
"How are you, Hermione?"
"Oh, I'm doing alright. School is not as much fun without you guys this year."
"Yeah, no three-headed dogs to get past, people trying to kill us or D.A. meetings to attend."
"Yeah. Boring," agreed Hermione with a sly smile.
Harry, Ginny and Hermione spent so much time catching up, that a walk was out of the question. Ginny walked Harry down to the Great Hall at 10:55AM where the NEWTs were being given. Ron was already there waiting for Harry. He and Ginny hadn't spoken to each other since Hermione's birthday fiasco, and she just glared at him now.
She turned her attention back to Harry. "I'll meet you back here at 3PM, OK?"
"Of course," Harry said. "I love you." He leaned down to kiss Ginny.
"I love you, too," she said. "Good luck!" She mumbled "git" to Ron as he entered the Hall and he scowled at her.
Ginny returned to the Common Room intent on using these four hours until Harry's test ended to her greatest advantage. Now that she knew Harry was here, and she had been able to spend the last hour with him, she was calm and able to focus. She flew through the assignments that she had been given in all of her classes this week, and felt that she had done a good job on them as well.
At 2:30PM, she went down to the kitchens and asked the elves to pack a picnic lunch for herself and Harry. Once they heard that it was for Harry Potter, she had to stop them from making the basket too heavy for her to carry! The elves kept adding everything they could think of to the basket, trying to please the great Harry Potter. Ginny had to giggle at their adoration, and was glad when she was finally able to convince them that Harry had enough food for three days!
She was at the entrance to the Great Hall with three minutes to spare and was just sitting down to wait when Hermione appeared. "Hey, Hermione," she said.
"Hey, Gin."
"Are you alright?" Ginny asked.
"I need to talk to Ron," responded Hermione, looking rather glum.
"It'll be OK, Hermione. You know he's a git, and unfortunately he probably won't ever change, so you need to decide if you can accept him this way, or if you need to let him go."
"I know. It's just a difficult decision. He's been my focus for so long, that I can't even remember why we started, you know?"
"Yeah, but…" Ginny started to answer. She wasn't able to finish her thought, though.
At that moment, the doors to the Great Hall were thrown open and fifty students came pouring from the Great Hall. Harry was the first one out, followed closely by Ron. Ron stopped short when he saw Hermione standing with Ginny, and he approached them slowly. Harry, on the other hand, had Ginny in his arms in about three seconds flat. He smiled when he saw the picnic basket, blanket and her backpack. Reading her mind, he smiled, took Ginny's hand and led her out to their favorite tree by the black lake, leaving Ron and Hermione without a word.
"This is perfect, Gin!" he said. "I really didn't want to be around anybody else, I just want us to spend some time alone together."
"My thoughts exactly, Harry." He took the basket from her and threw the blanket on the ground under their tree. They settled onto the blanket, and as she unpacked their lunch, Ginny told him about the house elves reaction in the kitchens. He laughed with her, and soon they were savoring the delicious food. He knew that when he got to the bottom of the basket, a treacle tart would be waiting.
Harry fell back against the tree patting his stomach and groaning. "I haven't eaten this much since I was a student here! I'm never going to be able to keep up on Monday in the gym."
Ginny moved over into his arms, her head resting on his chest, her hands running lightly over his muscles. "Yeah, I've been meaning to tell you, I heartily approve of your new regime. You look and feel spectacular!"
Harry chuckled. "Now, Gin, you promised that we were going to be good!"
"I said I'd try, Harry. That's the best I can do." He frowned down at her, and she huffed. "Fine! Let's read some, and then we'll see, How's that?"
"I guess I'll have to take that for now." Harry reached into her bag and pulled out a couple of books that he needed to review for tomorrow's portion of the tests. Ginny grabbed a book for herself, and flipped over onto her stomach and began reading. Harry lay down next to her, with his hand resting on her back. Ginny kept stealing glances at Harry as she pretended to study. He kept catching her and laughing. He reached out and took her hand, gently kissed it, and then tucked it into his chest, their fingers interlaced. Ginny leaned over and kissed Harry, and then tried to concentrate on her reading, her head lying lightly on his shoulder.
Harry abandoned all hope of reviewing about an hour later. He closed his book with a loud thunk, and rolled onto his back. He stretched lazily and closed his eyes, a grin stretching across his face.
"What are you looking so pleased about?" Ginny asked, closing her book, too, and pulling herself closer to Harry.
"I'm just enjoying the day. The sun's shining, it so warm, and I'm here with my favorite person in the world. What could be better than this?" Harry asked, peeking at Ginny from the corner of his eye.
"Umm…" Ginny said, sliding over to snuggle against Harry's chest. "I have to agree. I've dreamed about you being here with me for so long. I love you."
"I love you, too. You have no idea."
"Oh, I think I can guess." Ginny closed her eyes and traced circles around Harry's chest, letting out a very contented sigh. Harry pulled her arm until she was lying on top of him in the sunshine.
"Now, where's that freckle?" Ginny asked with a gleam in her eye. Harry laughed out loud. He kissed her for what felt like hours. They finally rolled onto their sides facing each other. When they pulled apart, Ginny couldn't stop smiling. Harry held her and they said nothing.
Ginny stared at their hands, hers playing with Harry's fingers and occasionally bringing them to her lips. Harry ran his thumb along her lips and couldn't tear his eyes away from them for the longest time. "You make me so happy," he said. Ginny looked up into his eyes, and smiled at the depth of love she saw there. She pulled him as close as she could and said, "I feel like I'm home when I'm with you." Harry smiled as he looked into her eyes and said, "You are."
Ginny grinned and kissed Harry again, his arms snaking around her back and pulling her closer. She ran her tongue along his bottom lip and he groaned softly as he opened his lips for her, twisting her hair around his hands. Their tongues met and danced with each other, making both of them pant with pleasure. Ginny pulled away minutes later, flushed and happy and looking at Harry like she couldn't believe he was real.
"Harry…" she began, but couldn't find the words to finish her thought. She giggled at how muddled her thoughts had become, and he grinned in response, knowing exactly how she felt. He couldn't have formed a coherent thought at that moment, either.
He kissed her again, softly, making Ginny ache with desire for him. She threw herself into Harry, their bodies touching in every possible place from their heads to their toes, and the feeling was incredible. She could feel Harry, all of Harry, and she wanted nothing more than this man for the rest of her life.
They were forced to put an end to their perfect afternoon when the sun began to set. Ginny sighed, not wanting to move from this spot, but gathered up the books and put them back in her bag as Harry folded the blanket and repacked the picnic basket. Harry cast a spell sending the basket back to the kitchens, and he took Ginny's backpack and her hand and they walked slowly back to the castle.
Harry went to shower and Ginny went to her dormitory to change. She saw Hermione lying across her bed when she entered, and Ginny asked,
"What happened, Hermione?"
"We talked and it went OK. He apologized for my birthday disaster. I just don't know yet, Gin."
"Well, the good thing is that you don't have to make a decision right this minute. You've got nothing but time, you know?"
"Yeah, I guess we'll just see what happens," said Hermione.
"Meanwhile, come down to dinner with Harry and me."
"Yeah, that'll be good. I haven't talked to Harry in a long time."
Ron wound up joining them, too, and it was just like old times as the foursome sat and laughed about anything and everything. It took a while for Ron and Hermione and get over their awkward tension, but they finally smiled at each other, and they began to have fun. Harry sat next to Ginny, and held her hand whenever he could. Ron and Hermione looked better together by the end of dessert. They had actually laughed with each other and Ron had draped his arms around Hermione's shoulder. Hopefully, they were on their way to repairing their relationship.
The four of them sat in the Common Room for over an hour talking. Finally, Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her to her feet. "We're going for a walk, we'll see you later," Harry announced and the couple left through the portrait hole, leaving Ron and Hermione staring after them.
"Where are we going?" asked Ginny with a smile on her face.
"I have a surprise for you."
"How did you arrange a surprise? We were together all day long!"
"Oh, I have my ways," Harry answered, grinning at Ginny. "Stand right here."
They were in front of the Room of Requirement. Ginny stood still, smiling, as Harry paced back and forth in front of the door. It finally appeared on his third pass, and they entered the room.
Instead of a bathtub that appeared for Ginny last night, this time the room was an exact copy of the Gryffindor Common Room, complete with fireplace. The only difference that Ginny noticed was that the couch that normally sat by the fireplace was roughly double its normal depth. She turned to Harry and smiled.
"I just thought that we could be alone. I don't want to be separated from you any more than I have to, and at least here we can be comfortable, OK?" Harry asked.
"Absolutely. I think it's brilliant," said Ginny. She settled herself on the oversized sofa, and Harry was quick to be by her side. The fire was roaring, and it made the room very cozy. Harry took Ginny in his arms, and they sat, staring at the fire for a few minutes before Ginny said, "This was such a good idea. I'm glad that we can be alone again."
"Me, too." Harry lay down on his side and brought Ginny down in front of him, her back pressed against his chest with his arms wrapped around her. She held his hands and ran her thumb across his fingers as they gazed into the fire, talking softly.
Ginny's imagination began to run wild. Having Harry this close to her was driving her a bit mad. She kept picturing his hands roaming everywhere, and a low moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. She took Harry's hand, still captured by her own, and began moving them slowly in circles across her abdomen.
Behind her, Harry closed his eyes, and just reveled in his body's reaction to Ginny's touch. He shifted back slightly away from her, attempting to put a little space between his erection and Ginny, but she wouldn't allow it. As soon as he moved back, she pushed herself back into his hips and ground her hips against him gently at first, making him close his eyes and breath heavily into her ear. She grinned at the sound. She was driving him crazy.
"Gin…" was all he could get out before the sensation of her hips pressing back into his erection made him stop and close his eyes again. He pushed his hips forward gently into her backside, addicted to the shot of electricity that jolted through his body at the subtle touch.
He dreamed about doing this for so long, and now she was allowing him to feel her, all of her. He let go of her fingers and began running his hands over her flat stomach. He hitched her shirt up a little and touched her stomach gently. He smiled when her breath caught in her throat, and he kissed her neck gently. When his tongue flicked out and tasted her skin, she arched back into him once again and then flipped over to face him.
"What are we doing?" Harry managed to squeak out, looking at Ginny through half-closed eyes.
"Loving each other…" said Ginny, smiling slightly, kissing his chest as she worked the buttons on his shirt.
He brought his hands up and grasped hers, stilling them. "We can't, Gin. What about everything we said?"
She looked into his eyes. "The only thing stopping us is us, Harry, and I don't want to stop," she responded. She took Harry's hand and placed it on her breast, and he lost all control from that point on. He had been counting on Ginny to be the strong one and stop them when they got too close to the edge, but that point never came. She never pulled away or asked him to stop, and he couldn't find the will to do it himself.
He pulled his shirt off when she finished the last button, and pulled hers over her head. She ran her hands along his ribs and arms, the soft, dark hair running down his chest, memorizing the feel of him. He allowed his hands to roam freely over Ginny's body, trying not to think too much, just allowing himself to feel her, feel everything.
He unclasped her bra and flung it to the floor, never taking his eyes from her breasts. He licked his lips as he looked at her, and Ginny's breath caught in her chest as Harry flicked his thumb across her nipple. As it hardened under his fingers, Harry caught her tight bud between his fingers and gently pinched. Ginny arched her back into his hands and closed her eyes.
"Oh, God, Harry, please…" she said.
He brought his mouth to her nipple and began licking and sucking on it gently at first, then a little harder as Ginny's groans got louder. Her hands ran through Harry's hair, pulling his head against her chest.
She released his hair, and Ginny's hands wandered over his chest, down his stomach to the waistband of his jeans. She rubbed his erection through his jeans, and Harry released her nipple and exhaled sharply against Ginny's skin.
"Ginny…" Harry started, still unsure about what they were doing. He looked up into her deep brown eyes that were filled with love for him.
"Please, Harry, please…I need you so much…" she replied, continuing to rub him gently.
"Oh, God," he replied, and rolled onto his back, his resolve completely broken. He discarded his jeans and boxers hurriedly and Ginny, seeing what he was doing, made fast work of removing her own and tossing them and her knickers to the floor. Harry rolled back to face Ginny and they looked at each other shyly, seeing each other completely naked for the first time.
"Well, this is interesting," Harry said, smiling.
"Umm Hmm…" Ginny replied and grinned at Harry.
She reached out tentatively to feel him, and at her first touch, Harry trembled. Ginny smiled as she continued to touch Harry, finally wrapping her hand around him and stroking up and down. Harry closed his eyes and groaned, focusing on the exquisite pleasure surging through his body at Ginny's touch.
"Is this okay?" she asked. "Am I doing it right?"
"God, yeah," he replied, laying back and panting slightly. Ginny leaned over him, putting her head on his chest and looking down at her hand on Harry, never wanting to forget this image. She continued to pump him, harder and harder and his hips began to buck up into her hand. Harry's groans were getting louder and louder as she continued, and she bent her head low and brushed her tongue around the head of his erection.
That was all it took. As her pushed her head away, Harry screamed, "Ginny, move!" and as soon as she lifted her head to question him, she felt him pulse against her hand and saw the white stream across his stomach. She looked back at Harry and he had his eyes closed and his breath was coming out in short pants. He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him and said, "Sorry...."
She smiled at him and handed him his t-shirt and he cleaned himself up as best as he could as she watched.
"That was amazing," she said, kissing Harry as he smiled at her.
"Yeah, it was," he replied, rolling her onto her back. "Now, it's my turn…" he smiled at Ginny and kissed her neck, sucking gently at the skin there. He kissed his way down to her breasts and his hand traveled across her stomach to her hip.
"Gin, are you sure?" he asked again. She just nodded, keeping her eyes closed, feeling his touch everywhere at once.
His hand ran across her stomach and down onto the soft hair of her mound. Ginny moaned and turned her head to the side, opening her legs for Harry slightly. He took the invitation, and ran his fingers down into her hot folds of skin. His fingers trailed through her slick skin and he moved them in more and more until Ginny was thrashing underneath him.
"Harry, yes…please, more," she said through gritted teeth.
He plunged two fingers deep into Ginny's core, causing her to scream his name at top volume and grab the fabric of the couch in her fists.
"You're so beautiful," he whispered to her as her looked at her face and continued to pump in and out of her. "So beautiful, Gin."
"Harry," was all that she could reply. She looked into his eyes and smiled. He removed his fingers and she whimpered until he found her clit and began rubbing it in small circles. Ginny gasped and sat up on her elbows, unable to lie back any longer. She looked deep into Harry's eyes with wonderment. Ginny was unable to believe that anything could make her feel so good. She had touched herself there, of course, but couldn't believe that Harry was touching her so intimately and making her feel so incredible.
She squeezed her eyes shut and said, "Yes, Harry…oh God….now!" and she moaned loudly as she came. Harry plunged his fingers back into Ginny and felt her pulsing around his fingers. He kissed her breasts as she rode out her orgasm, and she flopped herself back onto the couch, spent.
Harry lay next to her, watching her face as her breathing came back down to normal, and she peeked at him through the corner of her eye.
"My, God, Harry," she said. He smiled in response. After a minute, Ginny pushed Harry onto his back, and straddled his hips, sitting back onto his thighs. She looked down at his very prominent erection and then back into his eyes.
"It looks like you're ready for me," she said softly, grinning slightly.
He nodded, "Yes, but are you ready for me?" he responded, teasing her right back.
To prove that she was, Ginny snaked two fingers down her stomach past her mound and into her core while Harry watched, wide-eyed. She withdrew her fingers and wrapped them around Harry's dick proving how ready she was.
"Yes, I'm ready," she smirked as Harry grinned. She took Harry in her hand and brought him to her entrance. She took him into her slowly, knowing that it was going to be uncomfortable and possibly painful. She stroked him in and out, going deeper each time until he finally reached her barrier.
She closed her eyes and lowered herself onto him completely, sucking in her breath at the ripple of pain that she felt. Harry watched her face intently, grimacing at the look of pain that flashed across her features. "I'm sorry, Gin…are you okay?" he asked tentatively.
She opened her eyes and found Harry's, "Yes, I'm fine, just give me a second." She began moving again, once the pain subsided, and the feeling of Harry being inside of her became indescribable. She felt filled to the brim, she pumped faster and faster, needing him so much.
Harry grabbed a hold of Ginny's hips and helped her to set a fast rhythm, deeper, more intense. His hips began moving of their own accord, thrusting up to meet Ginny's as she brought hers down to him. The feeling, the friction, was incredible, and very soon he and Ginny were crying out each other's names, and she collapsed on top of Harry as they lay there panting and sweaty as they held each other close.
"I love you, Gin, so, so much," Harry whispered to her.
"I love you, too, Harry. You're my whole life," she replied softly.
Throughout the night, Ginny brought him to heights he never thought he'd reach. Again and again.
They lay on the couch, loving each other until the early morning. For two people who had no idea what they were doing, they had managed very well. Harry was holding Ginny, his hands running up and down her slightly sweaty back when he said,
"I swear I didn't have this in mind when I thought this up, Gin."
"I didn't think you did, Harry. I'm so glad, though. It was amazing. This weekend couldn't get any better."
"We should go back before anyone wakes up."
They dressed slowly and returned to their own common room. They lie down on their small couch and fell asleep quickly. Ginny woke much earlier than Harry. She stared at him, memorizing his features once again. Once she heard people beginning to stir, she woke Harry with a kiss and nudged him off the couch.
Ginny went to shower and change her clothes and Harry did the same, and they met at the portrait hole. Harry wouldn't meet Ginny's eyes, but took her hand and led her downstairs for a quick breakfast. They met Ron and Hermione there, and Ginny and Hermione left to go upstairs as the long tables in the Great hall were magicked away and replaced with fifty individual desks for the second half of the NEWT exams.
Ginny returned to her dorm straight away and fell into bed. She felt bad that she was able to rest while Harry had to sit his exams working on about three hours sleep. She hoped it wouldn't hurt his grades too much.
She spent the next hour lying in her bed just reliving last night. She smiled, and eventually fell asleep.
She met Harry and Ron at 2PM outside the Great Hall, and they went back upstairs to get changed. Harry and Ron were planning on coming to Ginny's Quidditch practice with her team. The four of them walked down to the Quidditch pitch (Hermione was going to watch, and of course she brought a backpack full of books with her) surrounded by Ginny's team. Ron and Harry borrowed school brooms and equipment, and kicked off from the ground. Harry zoomed around the pitch as fast as he could on the school broom, and smiled for the first time today.
He was feeling so torn. On the one hand, he was so incredibly happy about last night. Ginny was so amazing and beautiful and he couldn't believe that they had actually slept together. On the other, he was so disappointed in himself that he couldn't resist the temptation of her body for even one night. His speech sounded so good over the summer, and then he went and did everything that he said he wouldn't do. It had been a constant struggle for him as he sat his exam, wrestling with his conscience, but trying to concentrate on the exam questions at the same time. It had been a huge relief when the test finally ended and now it was great to be back up in the air on his broomstick, letting out some pent up energy. He flew as fast as his broom would take him around the pitch, diving straight towards the ground and pulling up at the last second, and practicing his turns and twirls in the air.
For the next two hours, he and Ron helped Ginny go over some of the best moves that they had with her team. Harry switched between playing beater and chaser, since Ginny was the teams' seeker, and he had a great time trying to score goals on Ron. Ron had improved greatly as keeper over the summer, especially since they played in the orchard nearly every day. Also, he was much more relaxed since it wasn't an official game, and he wasn't nearly as nervous.
After the practice had ended, and Harry and Ginny had showered, the found themselves back under their favorite tree by the lake. Harry, once again, was subdued and not talking very much. Ginny finally asked,
"Harry what is it? What's wrong?"
"Nothing, and everything." He took Ginny in his arms and tried to explain. "Please don't think that I'm not happy about last night, because it was incredible. But, with our talk and everything over the summer, I am just disappointed in myself that all of my good intentions were out the window the minute I touched you."
Ginny smiled into his chest. "I'm glad. Harry please don't feel guilty. If anyone should, it should be me; I kind of pushed the issue a bit. I'm not sorry, and I hope you're not because it was the most amazing night of my life and I wouldn't have changed one thing about it."
Harry sighed deeply, and leaned back, pulling Ginny across his chest. Within minutes, Harry was sleeping, and Ginny just stared at his perfect face. She loved his long eyelashes and the tiny dimple in his chin that no one ever noticed but her. She loved when he didn't shave and stubble started to grow on his jaw line and she loved his thickset eyebrows, and the dimples that appeared in his cheeks when he was laughing…
She brushed his hair away from his eyes, took off his glasses so that he would be more comfortable, and traced the lightning bolt scar on his forehead that has been slightly fading for the past five months. She loved him so intensely, it was impossible to put into words. She smiled at the memory of his face last night. The moment of his release when his eyes closed, his eyebrows furrowed deeply and his head fell forward onto her chest was the most fantastic moment of Ginny's life.
She let Harry sleep until 6PM, and then she gently woke him with a kiss so that he could pack before returning to McGonagall's office. They made their way slowly up to Gryffindor tower and Ginny went with him to this dorm and sat on the bed while he packed his things. Tears slid from her eyes and she tried to wipe them away without Harry seeing.
"You never have to hide your tears from me, love," Harry said gently. He folded her gently into his arms and held her.
"It's silly, I know. I'm just going to miss you so much."
"Me, too, but you'll be home in eight weeks," Harry said, but it did nothing to soothe Ginny. It had only been six weeks since she had seen Harry before this and it nearly undid her, now she faced eight weeks without him.
The walk to McGonagall's office was a somber one for them. They didn't talk much, but Harry held her close until they got inside.
"I love you, Ginny."
"I love you, too. Write, Harry."
"Of course, I will. I love you." And with that he turned on the spot with a smile, and was gone.
11 October
Dear Harry:
I know that I should apologize to you, but I just can't seem to make myself feel sorry for what happened. Last night was the most incredible night of my life, and I wouldn't change one thing about it. I hope that you're not beating yourself up or feeling terribly guilty or anything, because I feel pretty wonderful.
I have tingles running up and down my body just remembering seeing you apparate into McGonagall's office. You looked so good I couldn't help but jump into your arms. The grin that spread over your face when you saw me there touched my heart so deeply. Knowing that it was me that put that sparkle in your eyes was so surreal. You make me feel a million different things at once, and I love it.
It was so nice to do ordinary things with you again. Having breakfast together, sitting under our tree by the lake and just spending time together as we studied throughout the afternoon. Wasn't it the perfect day? The sun was shining and it was still warm. I was so perfectly content, I couldn't stop smiling! I confess that I don't think I got much studying done – my mind was wandering constantly. I was surprised that you didn't feel my thoughts; they were so interconnected with you. I couldn't believe that you were really there and my hand was wrapped up in yours, after dreaming about you being here with me for so long.
And then last night. I thought that we couldn't be closer, but I was so wrong. That was the single most important moment of my life, Harry. I felt so completely linked with you, it was indescribable. We belong to each other. I'm so glad that it was you that I shared that with for the first time. I can't imagine giving myself in that way to someone that I didn't love and trust. Thank you for that.
You were acting so strange this morning, and I am hoping that it was because you were worried about how I would react in the light of day. I thought that my smile and not being able to keep my hands off of you may have given you a hint that I was more than OK with it, but it didn't seem to work.
Please write and let me know how you are, because I am delirious right now. The only thing I'm worried about is you. I miss you already, and you've just been gone two hours. Christmas seems a lifetime away.
I love you more than you know,
Gin
'She's incredible,' Harry thought to himself as he folded her letter. What he ever did to deserve her he didn't know, but he was incredibly grateful for her. The weekend had been perfect. Loving Ginny was the most amazing moment of Harry's life. She was so beautiful, and for reasons that he could not comprehend, she wanted him, too. The battle between his bliss and his conscience was far from over, though. He took out a roll of parchment, and began a response to her. It took him several days to finish it, and he hoped that she would agree with him when she read it.
16 October
Dear Gin:
It was beyond words being with you this past weekend. I miss you so much already! Saturday was so perfect, I can't imagine anything better. It was so nice being with you by the lake and kissing you all afternoon while pretending that we were studying! And Saturday night…beyond anything I imagined. Ron knew immediately what happened between us, but surprisingly, he was pretty calm about it. I guess since he and Hermione have been together that he didn't have much to say about us.
I'm sorry that I seemed distant to you on Sunday. I was a little apprehensive about your reaction, but was glad that you seemed fine. But, as long as we're being honest with each other, Gin, I think we should wait to be together again like that until after we're married. I couldn't believe that it was happening, and I was so happy, and so completely in love with you. I tear up just thinking about it now. But, Gin, I'm still so torn about it. I feel like I am violating the trust that your parents put in us, and I don't want to do that. They are like my own parents, and I can't see them everyday knowing that they trust me, and I don't deserve it. Can you understand? I'm sorry if this hurts you, but I think it's the right thing to do. I want to deserve you and be worthy of you when we are finally married.
It was unreal to me that the first time we're together again; we couldn't control ourselves for one night! After all of our talks and planning to wait, and then the lust took over! We have no self-control, do we?! But, I will have the memories of Saturday night that will sustain me until August 1st. It was so amazing and beyond anything I could imagine, and I had been imagining it for a long time! You are so beautiful, and I am the luckiest man alive, and so thankful that you chose me. I'm glad that we shared that with each other, too. Let me know your feelings and if you're OK with this.
I'll write soon, love. I miss you.
Yours always,
Harry
Ginny frowned as she read through Harry's letter. She did understand why Harry felt guilty, but she thought that he was thinking way too much about her parents. She knew that she would never fully understand the relationship between Harry and her parents. Her Mum and Dad were much more to him than just his best mate and girlfriend's parents; they were his parents as well; the only real parents that Harry had ever known. To her, they were only Mum and Dad, but Harry appreciated everything that they represented, to a much greater degree then Ginny ever had. She took their presence for granted, but Harry knew how precious it was to have them in his life.
She wished that Sirius was still here so that Harry could have someone that was strictly his own, if that made any sense. Someone apart from her family that loved him and gave him an identity outside of the Weasley clan. So many people had been taken from Harry and he had been hurt so many times that she couldn't see denying him any request that he made of her.
And, now that she had the memories from their night alone, Ginny thought that she could make it to their wedding night. It wasn't going to be easy, that was for sure, but for him, she would try.
She kept meaning to write to Harry to ease his mind, but every time she began a letter, another assignment would come, or she would have to read 400 pages in 2 days, or Quidditch practice ran late, and they were doubling up on practices as well. Ginny was exhausted at the end of the day and just had no energy left in her to write to him; and to top it off, it felt like she was coming down with a flu that was going around the school. She was not in top form.
Finally, two weeks later, Ginny woke early, walked downstairs and sat on the couch by the fire. She tried desperately to get a couple of more hours of sleep, but it eluded her. She pulled out a bit of parchment from her backpack and began her letter.
