When Ginny Weasley walked in to wake Harry up at 8:00 in the morning, she found him sleeping in a fetal position with a hand curled around his wand. She sat next to him and watched him sleep. Even after two months, he still looked like a tortured soul, his hair was tousled, there were scars all over his body and his face even in his sleep looked pained, as if his dreams were torturing him. She ran a finger along his arm, gently stroking his hand, she tried and failed to flick a fringe of hair off his forehead and cupped his cheek. Harry seemingly relaxed in his sleep, she stroked his face again and smiled to herself. They had lost so much already. He had lost everything, she had lost Fred, but she knew that he would heal someday, that they would heal someday and if it was the last thing she did, she would help Harry heal.
She gently shook his shoulder. "Harry", Ginny whispered shaking him, "Harry, C'mon wake up love." He stirred but did not open his eyes, he moaned something and shifted a little, she giggled, "Harry! Wake up! Mum wants you to come down for breakfast." She emphasized every word with a poke and before she knew it, she was pulled into his arms and in a fluid movement pinned beneath him on his bed, with her wrists held above her head in his hand. He stared at her, eyes wild before he relaxed and loosened his grip on her wrists. "Merlin, Ginny!" he muttered, "How many times have I told you not to attack me in my sleep? I could have hurt you. I was a nanosecond away from pulling out my wand. And I would have cursed you had I not recognized your perfume." She giggled and squirmed a little under him, trying to free her hands, he was still staring at her, squinting to see her clearly. "Harry!" she whispered with a laugh "Do you mind freeing my hands?" Harry was busy pulling his glasses from the bedside table when he heard her request and his eyes bulged when he realized the death grip he had on her wrists. He freed her wrists as he put his glasses on and stared down at Ginny.
She was smirking with a mischievous glint in her eyes and he blushed. She laughed and pulled him closer as her arms snaked around his neck and she brought her lips close to his ears. "Really Potter!" she whispered sending shivers down his spine, "You sure like it rough don't you?" He blushed and she laughed and before they knew it, he was kissing her, hungrily. She touched his lip with her tongue, He groaned, opening his mouth enough to grant her access. She sure knew how to kiss, his heartbeat was erratic, and lying on top of her he could feel all of her. The way her chest felt against his, the way her leg was wrapped around his thigh and was pressing him against her, the way her other leg was between his legs. Her hands clenched around his hair and his hand snaked under her body, to hold her waist while the other lifted her shirt just a little. She moaned as his hands touched her bare skin; he nibbled her lower lip before resurfacing for air. He kissed her jaw, going to her neck, she moaned his name, and electric currents ran down his back. He nibbled a pressure point before sucking it hard and that was too much for her, she pulled him back to her and starting kissing him wildly, as their tongues fought, he felt her tugging at the hem of his T-shirt, and then he felt her hands on his back, he moaned, making a guttural sound at the back of his throat as she ran a finger down his spine.
Without breaking the kiss, he flipped her on top of him. She was driving him crazy, her scent, her soft hands, her even softer lips, his Ginny. She was his salvation, his savior, the one he thought of before dying because she was the only real thing in the world. She was his anchor to sanity, his love, his everything. When he was on the run, he was afraid that Ginny would move on, find someone who was safe and stable, someone to love without fearing death or torture. All his fears were deemed false when she had called his name like her life depended on it when Hagrid was carrying his body. She loved him, like he loved her and she was kissing him. He broke the kiss, Ginny's face hovered inches before his, both were breathless, he pushed her long hair out of her face and closed his eyes, tracing her features with his fingers. "Ginny…" he breathed on her neck as planted a kiss there, he took her name before planting a kiss on her neck, her jaw, the corner of her mouth. "Ginny" he whispered again without opening his eyes, his fingers tracing her lips. "Harry" she called, as her forehead touched hers, "Harry" she whispered his name again as she ran her thumb across his cheek. "Happy Birthday, Harry" she whispered before kissing him softly. Harry deepened the kiss, before he knew it, his arm was wrapped around her waist, securing her to his chest and his other arm was travelling higher and higher on her back under her shirt, moving her shirt up along with it. She moaned in his mouth, breaking the kiss, she nibbled his ear, making him shiver with pleasure as he kissed the side of her neck.
He knew they should stop, any moment now would be too much for him and he would flip her again, pinning her under him and if that happened he wasn't sure if he would be able to stop what would follow. Ginny though of age was still in school, they were still grieving and he didn't know any contraceptive spells, he didn't have muggle contraception things either, he wanted it to be perfect for her. He wanted to let go of his pain before he had sex with her. Right now, he would hurt her; he would be rough with her. All their kisses right now were rough; it was a way for them to release their pain and need. He didn't to have sex with her to take his pain out on her; he wanted to share the moment with her, he didn't want to use sex as a form of escape, he was done running. His mind kept telling him to stop as her lips sought his lips again; his body was not ready to listen to him at all. Their lips were crushing each other's lips, their tongues fought, their mouths fought to bite the other's lips hard. His nails dug her back as her hands pulled his hair. Harry's mind was screaming for him to stop, he tried to move his hands away but Ginny held onto him taking away all his reasoning. He flipped again, crushing her under him, as her fingers ran down his spine; he moved his pelvis, grinding against her. He was hard and he wanted her right now; he wanted to ravish her. He wanted her to scream his name, beg him, he wanted to kiss and bite every surface of her body. He yanked her shirt up roughly, breaking the kiss, he looked down on her breasts, and he started tugging on her bra to free her breasts. A loud ripping noise later, Ginny's breasts were free. He ran his thumb around her nipple, then covering her breast with his palm, he squeezed it hard. She moaned in pain, he squeezed it harder and she dug her hands in his scalp and shoulder, he felt her nails biting into his skin and welcomed it.
In one fluid movement, he shoved her breast in his mouth and started sucking hard, his tongue moving around her nipple. He could feel her move like a wave underneath him, moaning as she moved. He took her nipple between his teeth and pulled, as he pinched the nipple on the other breast. "Harry" she moaned his name. He liked that, he lifted his head while his hand continued to play with her breast, kneading, squeezing and pinching. "Say it again" he commanded hoarsely "Say my name Ginny! Tell me you want me" She opened her eyes, her eyes were clouded with need, she looked into his eyes darkened with desire, and whispered what he wanted her to say. That was all he needed, he claimed her lips roughly, biting her lower lip, shoving his tongue forcefully down her throat. Her hands moved downwards, to the bulge in his drawstring pants, she rubbed cloth material between his legs, teasing him. He growled against her lips, she would pay. He lifted her leg wrapped around his thigh to his waist and smacked her ass; she squirmed, making a noise in the back of her throat. All reason left his body and mind, he wanted her, he needed her, she wanted him too, she had said so herself, and that's that there was no point in waiting for the right moment, no point in worrying about contraception and pregnancy, he went to smack her ass again.
CRACK!
They jumped breaking the kiss and the moment, to stare around wildly for the source of the noise. Looking towards the window Harry realized a black owl had crashed against the closed window. Harry could not remember seeing such an owl, this one definitely did not belong to any of his friends or family but the crash had woken Pig up who was tweeting crazily as he zoomed in his cage. Harry wanted to swear and break something. The Burrow was cursed; every time he tried to have a private moment with Ginny someone would interrupt him. Last year Ron barged in to stop Harry from kissing Ginny to his heart's content and this year, that stupid owl and now Pig prevented him from having sex with Ginny. Both times he was secretly glad that he was stopped before he did something stupid and drastic but it did not take the disappointment away. He looked down at Ginny, his hand was still holding her breast while the other held her waist, her hands were on his shoulders and she was watching him. He looked at her and then both looked down to her ripped bra and exposed breasts, his bare upper body, both felt his erection rub against her inner thigh as he tried to move and both blushed.
Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap.
They looked at the window and Harry jumped off the bed, looking for his T-shirt which was removed and thrown on the floor at some point. He quickly put on his T-shirt, peeked at Ginny, who was sitting on his bed, with her wand pointing at her ripped bra as she wordlessly repaired it, she yanked down her shirt and smirked at Harry who was now openly gaping at her. He wanted to tell her that she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world but that stupid bird was tapping on the window non- stop and that irritated him beyond belief.
"I am coming, I am coming" he muttered irritably as he opened the window. The black owl soared in majestically and Harry realized that the bird was not all black, but had spots of grey all over its other side and tail. It landed on the table where Pig was zooming excitedly in his cage, hopped towards Harry and stuck its leg out, giving Harry a disapproving look. Meanwhile, Harry was looking at Ginny, the way the sun hit her hair and made it look golden, the way her shoulders hunched as she ran her fingers through her hair to straighten them out. His eyes lingered at her swollen lips as she pouted at the owl, her feet dangling from the bed. The owl hooted indignantly, Ginny felt Harry's eyes on her; she got off the bed, walked to the table and removed the letter from the owl's leg, offering the beautiful bird some owl treat as she crooned to it. The owl nipped her fingers affectionately and flew off.
Harry was still standing beside the window looking at her; she looked down at the letter and observed the seal. "It's for you Harry and it's from Gringotts." She stated looking confused, "Are you still in trouble with them? I thought you had apologized, paid for reconstruction and even donated a new baby dragon. What more could they want from you?" This brought Harry back to Earth, he was reliving the morning in his head with equal amounts of desire and guilt. He folded his arms across his chest, making no move to walk towards Ginny and take his letter; he was afraid he won't be able to stand being so near her and keep his hands to himself. He frowned as he looked at her and said "I thought that was what they wanted; they agreed that the idea of Voldemort coming back because of a Horcrux protected by them was a bad idea. In any case, they told me that protecting such dark objects in their vaults is against their policy, it was only when Voldemort was controlling the bank that they allowed the cup to be kept in the Lestrange vault; otherwise Lucius Malfoy would have kept all his dark objects in his vault."
Ginny walked towards him with the letter. He looked at her warily, afraid of losing control around her again. She held out her hand and he picked up the letter and pocketed it. He looked at her uncertainly and was appalled to see hurt flash in her eyes. She turned on her heel to leave when he caught her wrist to stop her. "Ginny" he said urgently, "What is it love? What is the matter?" Ginny struggled against his grip, when he didn't relent, she turned around looking livid "I don't know Harry" she replied acidly, "I mean it shouldn't matter to me really that after whatever happened between us this morning you just refuse to look at me or come near me. That shouldn't be the matter at all should it?" Harry gaped at her, the one thing he loved about Ginny was that she did not cry but he didn't fail to notice that her voice cracked as she finished ranting. "Ginny" he said gently as he caught her waist with one hand and forced her chin up so that she was looking in his eyes. "Ginny" he repeated softly "I am sorry love, I didn't mean to hurt you, I was horrified that I lost control and at what were we about to do. I wanted to hurt you, I was thinking savagely. I don't want your… our first time to be so violent, so reckless. I mean we didn't even have contraception, you have to go back to school, build a career, live your life, imagine how all of that would have been jeopardized because we were careless enough to get you pregnant. I don't want to hurt you. I swore Ginny, when I was on the run, that if I ever made it out alive I would spend the rest of my life loving you." His eyes were brimming with sincerity and she made a small irritated noise and sighed.
"It's not fair Harry James Potter, I can't even stay rightfully mad at when you start being all sweet and loving." She smacked his arm as she smirked. He grinned, "So am I forgiven?" he asked playfully. She crossed her arms on her chest as she turned to look out the window and huffed. His grip on her waist tightened and he pulled her against his chest, lowering his head enough to reach her ear he whispered huskily "Come on Gin. It's my birthday" he planted a swift kiss on her ear and straightened up smirking. She turned towards him, narrowing her eyes; the effect would have been convincing had she not smirked. She ruffled his hair already unruly hair and he laughed. "Well! It's certainly an improvement from my last birthday, maybe by next birthday…" Ginny smacked his arm as she laughed.
"You are hopeless, Potter" she teased laughing "What if it happens before your next birthday?" His eyes bulged out of his sockets; she smirked at him before kissing him softly. When she broke the kiss, he made a noise of dissent. "Really Harry, look at the time. Its 8:30. I have been up here for the last thirty minutes trying to wake you up. Mum would be coming in to check on us any minute." He pouted; she laughed and pecked his pout away. He grinned at her and she stuck her tongue out at him; he poked her nose, she poked his side; he pulled her hair, she smacked his arm; she glared at him, he grinned at her before sticking his tongue out. "I don't like you Potter" she huffed as she crossed her arms across her chest. "I know, you love me", he replied cheekily. She glared at him before walking to his bed and throwing his pillow at him. His seeker reflexes were excellent, he caught the pillow, grinned at her before throwing it back at her. Her chaser reflexes were excellent too, she deftly caught the pillow and smirked "I am giving you five seconds Harry, run because I am coming after you" and with that she charged at him, whacking him with the pillow.
That's how Mrs. Weasley found them, Harry running away from Ginny and Ginny whacking Harry with his pillow. And for the first time in more than two months she wanted to laugh. It was heart warming to see Harry behave like a normal teenager for once. She revelled in their laughter, when Harry tripped over his feet and landed on the floor with a yelp and Ginny, laughing victoriously whacked him in his stomach, Molly Weasley couldn't help herself. She started laughing too and it was her laughter that informed Harry and Ginny of her presence.