Chapter 2
I opened my eyes to see my favorite quiet stretch of woods. This particular bit of forest is a short walk from the Burrow and I used to come here to get away from my brothers when I still lived at home. It was the perfect place to sit and think without the distractions of an overflowing house and six loud adolescent boys. I stumbled over to a log that I had long used as a makeshift bench and collapsed onto it, letting the tears finally overwhelm me.
The great shuddering sobs almost masked the sound of a twig cracking behind me. Before the sound had fully registered, I was on my feet, with my wand in hand and pointed towards the person who had been sneaking up on me. I had to blink several times to clear the tears out of my eyes enough to recognize Harry. He had stopped and put his hands up in surrender when he saw the wand.
"Harry? What are you doing here?" I asked incredulously.
He looked a little chagrinned. "Well Ron once told me that you used to come out here when you needed to get away from the house. I was worried about you and I figured you might come. Though, I expected you here an hour ago. Where did you go?"
Surprised that Ron had known, and left me alone all those times, I let my wand drop. "I went to see Hermione."
A relieved look fell over Harry's features. "Oh, that's good. I was afraid you'd gone looking for trouble. You were so angry when you left."
"And make no mistake, Harry Potter; I'm still mad at you." I said, letting my earlier temper come back and wash away the heartache I felt over Hermione.
"I know, Ginny, and I'm sorry. I know that I can't stop you from doing whatever you want to do. And I know that if I tried, I'd just push you away."
"Harry that is the smartest thing you've said all day. Apology accepted. Now let's go have make-up sex so I burn off the rest of this mad." And get Hermione out of my system. I thought to myself.
Harry looked rather stunned. "Um, what?"
"Bloody hell, Harry. I just said I want to go home and shag, and you're complaining?" I asked, unable to keep the mocking tone from my voice.
"No, not complaining. This is just unexpected. It's not like you." He said, sounding puzzled. After a moment, he laughed. "If I hadn't seen the way you whipped out your wand, I would think that you're someone using polyjuice to get to me."
I laughed and forced myself to close the distance between us. "Come on, Harry. Let's go home." I said in my silkiest voice and closed my lips over the place on his neck which I knew was his weak spot. I grazed my teeth against his skin and sure enough, when I pulled away, I knew that I had him. I looked down and grinned. "Take my hand, Harry. I'll take care of that for you." I said holding out said hand.
With a grin of his own, Harry took my hand. I turned on the spot and led us into nothingness. I made sure to apparate precisely next to the bed, in our little flat in Godric's Hollow. When Harry opened his eyes, I was ready for him. I pushed him back onto the bed. He landed with a soft, "Oof". He opened his mouth, but I placed a finger against his lips to silence him. Obediently he kept quiet. I set my wand on the bedside table and slowly started unbuttoning the blouse I was wearing. I could hear Harry's breath pick up as the shirt fell to the ground. Underneath, I wore a tight baby blue tank. I ran my hands down the front on my chest and teased up the tank just enough to reveal some of the soft white skin just above the low waistband of my jeans.
Harry's eyes followed the movement of my hands, and then strayed when I revealed the skin along my belly. I grinned, I had him now. I caught his attention again as I began to slowly unbutton and unzip my jeans. I carefully pulled apart the front of my jeans to show the curve of my hips above my red cotton underwear. Harry's breath hitched in his throat. Slowly I brought my hands back to the hem of my tank and slowly inched it up, until I could toss it to the other side of the room. I let my hands trail down from my long red hair, over the curves of my breasts, down the smooth plane of my stomach and finally to the top of my jeans. I yanked these down and off in one swift motion, ending on my knees in front of Harry, looking up at him through the locks of hair that had fallen forward when I knelt. Harry started to reach for me, and I chuckled, shaking my head. He was straining against his pants, and breathing heavily, but he obeyed and didn't touch.
At this point, I realized that I wasn't even slightly aroused. I was enjoying the power trip of stripping for someone who was all but begging for contact. But doing this for Harry, wasn't exciting me. For a second as I carefully stood, I imagined doing this for Hermione, and immediately felt myself get wet. The thought hurt, but I ignored the ache in my chest and imagined her in Harry's position as I finished removing the last of my clothing. When I finally stood naked in front of my fiancé, I was fully aroused and ready to proceed. I looked at Harry, really looked at him, and saw that he was about to burst. I smiled coyly at him, then walked over and viciously tore his shirt off. Once again, he tried to touch me. I pushed him back onto his back and pulled off his pants and boxers together. His fully erect penis brushed against the hair below his belly button.
I straddled his waist hovering just out of reach. He reached to grip my hips, and I captured his hands and yanked them above his head. Holding them there with one hand, I reached beneath myself and gently slid the tip of his phallus into me. Harry groaned and started to thrust deeper. I clenched my muscles around him and rose slightly higher on my knees, so he couldn't go any deeper than I wanted him. When he stopped moving and looked at me, I smiled mischievously and slowly lowered myself centimeter by centimeter down his length, until he was as deep inside me as he could go.
Panting from the effort of not moving, Harry grunted, "God, Ginny. You've never been this wet before. You're killing me."
I laughed, low and throatily, and then I began rocking. I moved as slowly as I possibly could, clenching tight around Harry's penis as I did. I moved forward until, I could feel his head nearly slip out, then back again, until I sheathed him to the hilt. Then I started over, this time letting my breasts trail up and down his chest. When his hips jerked up reflexively, I relaxed my muscles and slid quickly down his length before clamping down around him again. Harry shuddered. I laughed. Harry opened his mouth to protest and I began riding him in earnest. That shut him up and he moaned.
I released his hands, and he immediately tried to reach for me. I pulled back and raised high enough for him to almost slide out again. I held him there staring down into his glazed eyes for a long minute, before he dropped his hands back down onto the pillow and only then did I continue. I moved faster and faster against him. Until it started to chaff and I realized that I needed to do something before this became painful. Immediately I slowed, causing Harry to groan in protest. I shut my eyes and pictured Hermione lying naked under me, with my hands running up and down her smooth skin and exploring her exquisite form while she moaned beneath me. The image made me shudder and grow wet again. I opened my eyes and saw how close to the edge Harry was. I could make it through this. I sped up again and after a dozen hard fast strokes, his entire body tensed and with one final thrust, Harry spilled himself into me.
When his body stopped shuddering, Harry opened his sleepy, glazed eyes and looked at me. "Ginny, that…wow that was amazing." Then he noticed the sadness in my eyes. His limp phallus slipped out of me as he sat up. "What is it? What's wrong?"
I smiled, feeling sad that I had to give up this childhood dream at last. "I'm sorry, Harry. I can't do this."
"What are you talking about?"
"This, Harry. I'm talking about all of this. I can't be with you. That did nothing for me."
"What do you mean? You were so wet. You can't tell me that you felt nothing." Harry insisted angrily.
"Yes, I can. Harry. I've never had an orgasm. Sure I had fun just now, but that came from taking control and making you do what I wanted you to do, not from the sex."
"Of course you've had an orgasm. How can you not have had one?"
"No, Harry. I haven't."
"Shit. I'm sorry, Ginny. Come here, I'll just have to make sure you get one. You can't seriously be thinking of leaving because of this. That's ridiculous."
"Don't call me ridiculous, Harry! And no, I'm not leaving you over a lack of orgasms." Anger was starting to get the best of me and I got up and started to pull some clothes on.
Exasperation filled his voice. "Then tell me what the bloody hell is going on. Are you leaving because of the fight we had earlier? I did apologize for that."
Carefully, I pulled off his engagement ring and set it on the nightstand. "It's not that. I'm leaving because I'm gay."
There was a shocked silence, and then Harry burst out "No, you're not. That's the worst excuse I've ever heard. Ginny you've had more boyfriends than half of the Gryffindors we went to school with."
I laughed bitterly. "I know that Harry. But it doesn't change the fact that I'm attracted to women, not men. I mean look at me. I've thought I was in love with you since I was ten. And yet, now that I have you, I am getting no pleasure from being with you."
I could feel the hurt, anger and confusion rolling off of him, but my words had effectively stopped any additional protests. I finished dressing in the stony silence. I picked up my wand and, unable to look at Harry, I said, "I'm sorry, Harry. I wish things could be different. I'll come back for my stuff later." I turned on the spot and travelled through the nothingness to the Burrow.
