I Love The Night: Snogging Edition
Chap #2: The Tide Is High
Synopsis: With Dumbledore's murder at the end of his 6th year, Harry has some choices to make. To bad a young vampire will be making most of them for him…
A/N: Replaced Justin Finch-Fletchley with Michael Conner, as the former was in Hufflepuff, not Ravenclaw, and Michael was the one who went out with, then dumped Ginny for Cho Chang after a Ravenclaw loss to Gryffindor in Quidditch.
Disclaimer: I'll let you know if I own any of this, but as far as this chapter goes I own nothing. None of what you see her is mine. It belongs to J.K. Rowling, except the quoted song in the title which belongs to the band 'Blondie' (and their label) owns.
Harry's shirtless body was lying comfortably stretched out above the covers of a king-sized canopy bed done in Gryffindor colors in the Room of Requirement. His eyes were half-closed while pillows behind his back helped prop him up. Draped over him was a veiled, white dress wearing young lady, her face nestled into the junction of his neck and shoulder. Her dress seemed somewhat abbreviated, giving the impression of almost being lingerie itself, and that she and Harry were bride and groom who, having arrived at their honeymoon suite were about to enjoy the first fruits of their love.
Harry's face and exposed torso were extremely pale, however, and the cause of this was readily apparent if you took into account the fact that the bride's veil hid from sight the pair of fangs that were entirely sheathed in Harry flesh, puncturing a main artery that sent blood to his brain.
'Almost done.' thought the vampire. 'Bride, you may "Kiss" the groom.' She giggled, the sound of which was muffled by Harry's body, and which elicited a soft moan from him.
Retracting her fangs from him she sat up. She lifted her leg and straddled his waist before reaching with both hands to throw her veil back. Placing her hands over his sternum she pushed them forward over his chest while her back arched, causing a pleasant friction as she dragged herself across his lean, bare chest until she was face to face with him.
Looking into his half-lidded eyes she cupped the back of his head with both hands before leaning forward to place a chaste kiss on his lips with her blood covered ones.
Harry scented the blood and instinctively moistened his lips. Making plaintive moans and shifting slightly under her the vampire recognized the signs and proceeded to French kiss him as her fangs extended again. While their tongues' wrestled she began to reverse the flow in her fangs, causing Harry's own now-modified blood to return to him.
Harry now licked at her fangs wildly while the vampire caressed his throat to help him swallow. After he had gotten several mouthfuls she pulled away from him saying, "Wait now. Save the rest for later."
Shortly thereafter the blood reached his stomach and Harry's eyes rolled back in his head as the Kiss began to take hold. Climbing back over him to her side of the bed she propped her head up against the pillow and began to watch over his transformation.
'I hope I didn't forget anything', she thought to herself. 'It's the third consecutive full moon that I've drank from him, this time I drained him of almost all his blood – mmmmmm, tasty – and I returned some to him so that it will begin the process in his stomach. Everything is done. The blood is in his empty stomach and… ah bloody hell!'
At this point she noticed that Harry's face, which had begun to regain some of its color, had suddenly turned a rather sickening shade of green. Jumping up she ran around to his side of the bed, high heels clattering as she willed the Room to provide that which she so desperately needed. The nightstand on Harry's side of the bed morphed into a toilet just a second before Harry rolled over and vomited up whatever was left in his stomach.
'Damn it, I forgot to vanish the contents of his stomach before giving him back the blood. Stupid, stupid, stupid!' she berated herself as she helped hold him steady as best as she could in her rather impractical outfit.
She considered the consequences of forgetting this step carefully before deciding that it didn't really matter. The modified blood would have already been absorbed by the stomach lining before he had the reaction he was having now, and the charm used to banish the stomachs contents was a relatively new step in vampire creation as it was simply a standard healers spell which had been adapted to this purpose by vampires so that there would be less of a mess to be cleaned up later.
Considering Harry would be having his mouth near her soon, however, she would have to do something about the after effects.
When Harry was done she flushed the conjured toilet before resting him back on the bed and casting several cleaning and breath freshening charms on his clothes and mouth. Crawling back over him to her pervious position she noted that he was breaking out in a cold sweat, as was usual when a new vampire is converted.
Wiping a conjured cloth over his sweating brow the vampire continued to monitor Harry's transformation as his movement stilled.
'Not breathing… check. No pulse... check. Still sweating… check. Fever? Well the book said that it sometimes happens. I suppose the vomiting didn't help.' she thought to herself.
Harry's back bow out as if he was trying to hit the top of the bed canopy with his navel, his lungs sucking up a huge amount of air.
"Here it goes!", said the vampire.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!", Harry screamed with every fiber of his being. The pain from his transformation was one that all the newly turned experienced as the new genetic material in the blood the vampire returned to him rewrote that in the rest of his body. This caused every nerve to fire off messages of distress to his brain which itself was undergoing massive genetic modifications.
It was a thousand times more painful than a Cruciatus Curse.
Even as his lungs took in mighty gasps of air it was being modified so that he would no longer need to breath. Harry's stomach and digestive tract, while still useable for the consumption of food, would now become a secondary means of providing his body energy. Even as his scream began two quarter-inch wide tubes of smooth muscle tissue formed on the outside of his stomach and burrowed toward his kidneys. By the time his lungs filled again to give voice once more to his excruciating pain another pair of the same sized tubes were tunneling their way up from his kidneys along the inside of his spinal column toward the scars where the vampire had drank from him before.
Elsewhere in his body his other changes took place. Most of the marrow in his bones responsible for making the cells in his blood, and almost all of his body fat were cannibalized to make the material and energy for the modifications, while glands to exude Amortentia-like aphrodisiacs with his body sweat formed under his skin.
Sacs of paralyzing venom formed in the now mostly-redundant spaces of some of his naval cavity. At the same time, his future retractable fangs that would connect to these sacs as well as the feeding tubes now making their way up his neck started emerging from the front of his upper jaw and turned to curve down past his incisors.
Harry's heart, which had up until this point slowed its beating until not even a vampire's improved hearing could detect it finally stopped. The muscles rapidly contorted and heaved a-rhythmically as it began to reduce in size. Inside his heart the four chambers merged into one while some cartilage formed a circular paddle not unlike a muggle style paddle wheel or a submersible pump. The rest of the cartilage grew to reinforce the light sac that helped protect a normal humans heart, quickly encasing the reduced organ in a armored suit of cartilage scales
The female vampire sat, tears of sadness trailing down her face as her love writhed in excruciating pain. She herself had felt the same during one summer almost four years before, and were it not for the fact that she thought this would help him defeat Voldemort in the near future she would have been content to live her un-life until the end of time without him rather than inflict such pain on him.
'Just one more scream and the transformation will be complete. Then my love will rest a little while before I have to feed him and complete the Bonding.'
When the expected scream arrived she was not relieved, however. She sat up in horror as the scent of burning meat hit her senses due to Harry's curse scar beginning to boil and smoke.
"What the hell kind of fever is that?" she wondered aloud.
The moment Harry's heart ceased its transformation and stopped all movement a second voice issued another scream at an even higher pitch and volume. As his eyes opened to reveal vertically slit-ed eyes with yellow irises a green vapor in the form of wailing person escaped the sizzling scar. Finally, when his fangs finished forming and he ejected his first blast of venom through them from his sacs, the ethereal figure blasted up, tearing a hole in the canopy before continuing straight up, its howls fading as its image faded from existence.
Harry's body slammed boneless-ly back onto the bed, his eyes and mouth slamming shut as complete unconsciousness enveloped him in its grip.
Peaking her head over the edge of the bed from where she had rolled to the floor in fear of Harry's head exploding, the vampire crawled back on next to him. Laying her head on his bare chest she listened for the faint sound of his new hearts propeller style 'whooshing' which would mean he had survived the transformation.
All she heard was silence.
Trying to silence the sound of her own pressurized circulatory system, she strained her senses even more. Realizing that his heart was doing absolutely nothing, she began to pound on his chest, hoping to loosen whatever was jammed.
A wail of despair pierced the air as she realized that Harry would not be joining her in un-life. The transformation had been too much for his body, and instead of giving him even more power with which to combat the Dark Lord Tom Riddle she had killed him.
Her Dame, the vampire who had turned her had warned her that she should wait and let her turn Harry. She had warned that there could be all kinds of complications and with his curse scar only she had the knowledge and experience to help him through it.
"'But he was my Intended!' I had told her. It was my place to turn him and make him my Consort! 'No other can be allowed to bond with him!', and in doing so I killed him!"
She cried on his chest, wetting it with her tears as she fought to come to terms with her failure.
So wrapped up in self-indictment was she, though, that she missed the faint sound of his heart beginning to pump the little blood he had around his body. However, she was not so far gone as to fail to notice when his chest began to rise and fall in the pattern of deep sleep that most vampires retain even when normal breathing is mostly unnecessary for such as they.
"You're alive?", she asked Harry incredulously, but his sleep was so deep he didn't react to her. She was torn between wanting to shower him with kisses or screaming at him at the top of her lungs, and so she settled on resting he head on his still moving chest and crying just as hard as she had a few moments ago.
At least her tears were tears of joy.
When she was fully wrung out she shifted so that she was once again lying against him, her nose nuzzling the two puncture marks she had marked his body with.
'You're mine!' she tried to communicate to his unconscious mind over the mental bond her vampire book told her that she was even now forming with him. As she had followed all the outlined steps needed to make him her Bonded, her Consort, and they would be able to send thoughts, feelings, and messages to each other over vast distances.
Feeling how cold Harry's body was she cast a wandless, silent warming charm over them. Then she banished the bed covers under them and resummoned them over their entwined bodies and with a sigh she tried to make them both comfortable before she closed her eyes.
Sleep for her would not come; however, as thoughts of how she had been kept apart from Harry the last few nights attacked her.
First, her love had followed the Headmaster on a wild adventure that almost killed them both a dozen times over, and on their return to the school the Headmaster actually was killed by the traitorous Prof. Snape.
The fighting that took place during the Headmaster's murder between the Order members guarding the school and the Death Eaters that had infiltrated it resulted in Bill Weasley having his face ripped to shreds by a werewolf. So she was once again forced to leave her Intended on the school grounds unprotected while having to accompany yet another Weasley male to St. Mungo's Hospital.
As had happened back during the Christmas break with Arthur getting attack by Voldemort's pet snake, Nagini, she had accompanied this Weasley male to the emergency room where healers fought an ineffective battle to remove the Lycanthropic poisons from his wound that would turn him into a Werewolf every full moon.
Sending out a wandless area-effect stunner she knocked out the medical staff before immediately sinking her fangs through his denim-covered pants leg. She started filtering the blood through her modified vampire kidneys, sucking his blood from the fang-pierced artery and injecting the purified (but no longer oxygenated) blood into a nearby vein through the other.
After an hour of working like a muggle kidney dialysis machine she figured that Bill was safe from ever having to suffer the effects of being a Werewolf. She then closed his leg wounds the usual way (by licking them). 'Fleur is going to be pleasantly surprised when she finds out he has a new erogenous zone.' she thought to herself. Looking at Bill's torn face made her wonder, however, if the Vella would still be interested in him now that some of his good looks were gone.
A small burst of wandless magic stood up and awoke the healers and medi-witches whose job she had just performed, and she smoked away from the room to take the place of her doppelganger in the waiting room.
Thankfully, unlike the last time she had to perform a medical miracle the stuff she had filtered out wasn't poisonous. Her vampire immunity protected her from the lycanthropic spore so instead of feeling sleepy, nauseated, and slightly hallucinogenic like the snake venom in Arthur had made her she now felt as if she had been licking an animal salt block the last hour. She felt incredibly thirsty, and really had to pee badly!
Making her excuses she rushed away to the bathroom before proceeding to the water cooler in the employee break room and drinking half the one gallon water tank. Then she returned to the waiting room to hear the healer in charge to explain Bill's condition
The trip to St. Mungo's wasn't a total loss as she nicked a few quarts of blood from the hospital's stores for when she needed to feed Harry and herself later that week, but she stilled had to smoke back to Hogwarts early to put the truth potion in the goblets of the students in time for breakfast that morning.
Smoking back to St. Mungo's she spent her time in the waiting room sleeping until Bill's condition was considered good and stable at which the various Order and family members went home or back to Hogworts by floo. She arrived back at the school before dinner with just enough time to get down to the kitchens and spike that evenings pumpkin juice with vodka before heading back upstairs to prep the Room of Requirement for the nights festivities.
Finally, she thought everything was running smoothly for Harry and her on their special night, and it was with much relief that she went to the Gryffindor Common Room to see him. However, even that wasn't to be. Noticing his downcast mood she performed a passive legimancy scan on him to determine what was wrong, and was more than a little surprised to discover that he was feeling down about deciding to dump Ginny!
The passive scan only allowed her to know what was at the forefront of his mind, and determining the reasons behind this turn of events was proving to be futile as he had good enough shields notice the intrusion. So she escaped from the area as soon as possible, not at all reassured of anything else going smoothly when she caught Harry's thoughts that this was probably the last time he would be kissing Ginny.
Cursing herself for leaving him alone that day and not returning to him previously erased memories (which might have been discovered by a legimens like Dumbledore or Snape during some 'lesson') she determined to see her plan through to the end. To that effect she grabbed her outfit for that night and returned to the Room of Requirement to get dressed.
Due to rumors that prefects and Aurors might be starting their nightly patrols early that evening (an actually intelligent precaution given recent events), she decided to smoke-travel up the outside of the castle to her destination. As she did so with several objects that she didn't dare cast spells shrinking spells on she had to take it slow, seeming to flow like heavy smoke out of the dorm room's cracked window thick as vapor from a steaming cauldron.
When she reached the battlements she made sure no one could see her before reforming into her normal body. Taking one last glance around a crenelation before heading inside she saw Remus Lupin approaching the Whopping Willow apparently on his way to spending a painful, lonely full moon that night without his Wolfsbane potion in the nearby Shrieking Shack.
Saddened by the fact that the traitorous DADA instructor and Potions Master Snape was still managing to inflict pain on others even in his absence, she had shaken her head before making her way to Room.
Upon entering she saw that the room had arranged itself into a rather large muggle-style studio apartment. A canopied bed in Gryffindor colors and two bed stands sat against one wall, while a bathroom and shower sat against the opposite.
Dominating the center of the room was an exact copy of the Mirror of Erised, a vanity and chair placed in front of it.
Laying out her evening outfit on the bed and her makeup kit on the vanity she snacked on some of the blood she had nicked from the hospital before rushing to take a shower. Washing and perfuming herself from her hair to her toes she quickly toweled off before heading off to the vanity to start on her hair. With wand and hairbrush she dried, combed, and gave a slight curl to the crimson locks that when kept straight would cascade down to the small of her back.
Then the age-old question reared its ugly head: 'Hair up, or down.'
She eyed the white, diaphanous shoulder length veil that was part of her outfit, and was reminded of the words of her Dame - the one who turned her years ago, regarding the hair of females in general.
'The veil is meant mainly to hide the hair of a woman as it is the glorious crown that all women wear. To hide it under a veil is to show modesty and knotting it up into tight curls simply makes it easier to keep it hidden or to often make one look more severe and business-like. Long and loose, trailing like a cape to blow free in the wind is the mark of a woman free of inhibitions and constraints.
For a female vampire, it is one more tool in her arsenal, the lure that helps enhance our humanity in the minds of men and distracts from the possibilities that we might be something more than we appear.
While some ignorant men in these liberated times might say that a 'woman's glory' is some other part of her anatomy – more than likely one of those used to store body fat, the truth is a woman shaved bald would have to be considerably gifted with these lesser 'glories' for any man to be attracted to her when placed next to one with long, luxurious hair. Unless of course the one with hair looks like a haddock. Or the bald one was wearing a black leather corset and stiletto jackboots…'
At the time her pre-teen brain couldn't fathom what her Dame was going on about, but terms such as 'Bull whip', 'Paddle', 'Cuffs' and 'Ball-Gag' stood out in her mind.
'More than two thousand years of un-life without a consort must give a gal time to experiment… or go nuts,' was her reflection upon her Dame's habits.
Returning from her woolgathering she decided to let 'her hair down' as it were, and started putting on a light coat of make-up. Finishing off the process with the application of a blood red lipstick she walked over to the bed and studied her outfit for the evening while mentally going over the letter her Dame had sent her with a package a month ago.
It was against her Dame's wishes that she was going to be the one to actually turn her Intended, her Dame pointing out her inexperience and the dangers Harry would be exposed to as her reasons. However, she was adamant in her desire to be the only one to know him in this manner and her Dame eventually relented.
Expressing a desire in her last letter to her Dame that she wanted a dress for the ceremony that was unique and represented the last twenty-five hundred years of vampire history she was given an overload of information on her possible choices.
Discarding her towel she slipped on her white V-string underwear before wrapping herself in what looked many square feet of thin, white silken material as was available in Egypt after the opening of the Silk Road. Her garment, a heavily modified Greek chiton, clung close to her body rather than loosely as the original version in wool or cotton tended to, while slits cut in the material toward the front of each thigh left her with better maneuverability than the originals tube-shaped skirt would.
Also, unlike the traditional chiton, her garment had gold embroidery around the lower edges near the floor. It neither wrapped around the entirety of her back nor attached with clasps over her shoulders, but rather the top seam stretched from a 'V' at the small of her back to wrapped under her armpits around to the front, covering her breast before being secured at the neck with a chain attached to a golden choker band, thereby leaving her back and shoulders uncovered.
As her Dame had always told her about dressing to attract the eyes of men 'Accentuate the mundane, and cover the naughty bits leaving just enough to the imagination to keep them interested!'
The thin silk material and choker of her chiton put a lot of pressure on her neck without the traditional girdle cord wrapping around her middle to give it some support, however, a latter muggle invention from another high point of vampire power held the solution.
Taking a long, strong white cord on the bed in her teeth she grabbed the golden colored clamshell shape of satin covered whalebone next to it and closed it around her middle below her breasts. Walking over to the Mirror of Erised she turned her back to it, and looking over her shoulder quickly laced the cord through the steel grommets before the Mirror decided to show her something besides her reflection. Shifting to look over her other shoulder she mockingly looked at the Mirror and asked 'So, does this narrow waist make my ass look big?" She frowned though when she noticed that the two ends of the satin material were still far apart.
With a gentile pop the white towel she had discarded morphed into a pair of four fingered gloved hands familiar to any muggleborn student that grew up watching television. The hands flew through the air, undoing the knot she had just finished making before running back over each crossing of the cord to take up the slack. The sudden tightening caused her to gasp, and the feel of someone's foot pushing on the middle of her back forced all the air out of her lungs and made her to panic for a moment before remembering more of her Dame's wisdom.
'If you don't feel like cursing your parents for giving you too many ribs or internal organs, or if you aren't cursing your self for ever eating more than a thimble of food at every meal up until now, the corset isn't tight enough! If you can't breathe don't worry, as a vampire you don't need to. That's why we can run around and snack on both muggle women, witches, and their men while wearing a corset, while all those ladies can do is scream and faint in them… or wear them to renaissance fairs. Anyway, we vampires make corsets look good!'
The disembodied hands finished their work and gave her the universal sign for okay before disappearing with a snap of their fingers. Looking in the Mirror to inspect the work she noted the cord had been replaced with a strip of golden, satin material done up in a rather large bow at the bottom of the rows of eyelets. Regarding the bow she remarked aloud 'Now my ass looks like a present.'
Moving back to the bed she inspected the remaining garments. Her Dame had sent her several items for the ceremony carefully chosen to match her wishes for the outfit while also fitting the muggle saying 'something old, something new, something barrowed, and something blue'.
'Something old' happened to be several items of gold-plated bronze over two thousand years old. Upper arm bracers, a solid balteus belt, and a choker with a large onyx circle in the center completed the jewelry of a Priestess of Osiris.
The 'new' she had gotten for herself. V-string underwear was a new style of fashion which only muggle women had. She had to order it special through muggle means from some woman named Victoria, who thankfully could keep a Secret.
Turning to the 'borrowed' she sighed. Unfortunately, both she and her Dame were the same shoe size and so she had been loaned a pair of white, 4" stiletto heeled sandals that looked like they were rather painful to wear. The golden key symbol on the front webbing of the sandals and dangling on a chain behind the ankle straps wear kind of cute, though.
"'Penthouse size seven', maybe Penthouse is the style?"
Before attaching her Penthouse shoes, which her Dame swore were the height of fashion but looked like muggle torture devices, she put on the item that would fulfill the 'something blue' portion of her outfit. Carefully stretching the material she stepped through her blue and white garter so that it ran up to about the middle of her right thigh where it would peek out when she walked in her dress.
Attaching her sandals she took a few coltish steps about the room before deciding that as long as she didn't try to move or turn too fast she wouldn't trip. Carefully turning around she made her way back to the bed to grab the last two pieces of her outfit before moving them to the vanity, her heels loudly clicking against the tile floor all the while.
Using several carefully placed pins and sticking charms she attached first her shoulder-length veil, then a plain crown of gold.
'This crown is your life, my dear,' her Dame had told her years ago. 'It marks your rank as a vampire, and should be worn when in the company of others of our kind. It is like having your OWL and NEWT scores, Gringotts Vault Key, and the deed to your home all in one. As you grow in power and experience it will change to reflect this, and other vampires will know immediately where you are in relation to them.'
Her dame went on to say that the crowns became larger in size and more elaborate in design based on the actions, age, and magical power of the vampire wearing it. 'The bigger the hat, the more important the person, or in this case, the vampire!'
Studying herself in the Mirror she felt she'd done a good job achieving the look she wanted based on the guidelines she had been given. Her Dame had referred to it as the 'Madonna-Whore' look, though why a multi-millionaire muggle singer would have to work as a lady of the evening was completely beyond her.
With a last look in the Mirror she was ready to go after her intended. Moving toward the Room of Requirements door she began to send out small pulses of magic meant to attract her intended. She then dissipated herself into a fine mist, the ancient magical foci's built into her borrowed jewelry allowing her to do this on a grander scale than normal. When the mist she had formed grew to cover part of the three floors around the entrance to the Gryffindor common room she finally came into physical contact with her intended.
'Good.' She thought to herself. 'Now I just need to get rid of Tonks and that idiot Conner!'
A small flex of her magic through the magical foci's produced result far in excess of her intent on Tonks. A quick scan of her surface thoughts brought about images of a certain werewolf (who at that moment was probably looking very hairy and psychotic), and her desire to go be with him right then.
'Should I stop her?' she asked herself as she sent a streamer of mist to follow Tonks who was making a b-line toward the castle's front doors. 'Na, she'll come to her senses before she gets to the Shrieking Shack. Besides, she's an Auror, she can handle a little werewolf.'
Turning her attention back to Harry she began pouring her magical power into him. Re-materializing on the floor above him she began taking slow, measured steps back to the Room of Requirement, all the while increasing her compulsion on Harry. A quick scan of his mind showed though that this wasn't necessary, as her outfit was having the desired effect on him. By the time he was waiting in ambush for her at the Room's entrance her newly added sashay was causing his I.Q. to drop to dangerously low levels.
'Come in to my web, my brave little Gryffindor!' she thought to herself with a smile while looking coyly over her shoulder at him.
She had reset the Room to look like it had before, only without the vanity and darker with more mist. Her smoke-and-Mirror of Erised game almost fell apart as she had initially forgotten to make it show his hearts desire rather than hers, but both he and she forgot about this little snafu once the Mirror worked its magic.
The fact that Ginny was his true hearts desire perplexed her. The fact that Harry intended to dump her the next day didn't agree with the images the Mirror was showing. Deciding to follow through with her plan regardless she began playing games with him, trying to increase his pulse rate in preparation for his turning while scanning his mind for the reasons why he wanted to dump Ginny.
"Protect Ginny!", Harry had gasped out.
'Well, that makes sense… almost! This knuckle-head thinks if he dumps Ginny she will be protected from all the bad wizards out to kill him and all he holds dear. Obviously he's forgotten that Ginny's entire family has fought actively against Voldemort in the past, and so is in danger of being killed just because she has Weasley hair color! I honestly don't know why I bother… other than he's my Intended."
With those thoughts and a whispered promise to Harry she bit into him, beginning his Turning before moving his unresisting body over to the bed as fast as her Penthouse-shod feet allowed her. He weighed more than his slight figure made her think he was, and it took all her vampire strength to manhandle him onto the bed so that she could drain him at her leisure.
Coming to the end of her memories she reached over and slapped his chest, saying "You'd better be worth all the trouble!"
Dragging her palm back across his chest she was surprised when a cold hand slapped down on it, pinning it over his heart. Looking up at Harry's face she was struck speechless first at the sight of his long, pointed fangs, before becoming transfixed by his piercing, crimson gaze. When Harry chuckled deep in his throat she started to slide away causing him to growl and pin her arm above her head. She tried to roll away, but her shoes trapped her feet in the sheet as Harry rolled on top of her, pinning her other hand over head to join the first.
'Ginny… tease….", the nearly mindless Harry muttered as he bent forward to nuzzle at her throat.
Steeling herself for what was to come, she barred the old scars on her neck from her own turning before weakly asking him 'Please Harry, be gentle?'
The only thing she remembered later from the next few hours of pleasure-pain were the words "Ginny taste good…."
