AN: So, another chapter. I hope you guys, enjoyed the first one and will enjoy this one. Please remember, there is a lot graphic and explicit stuff in this story, ranging from violence and language up to abuse, molestation and sex. If any of these things offend you in any way then please reconsider your decision to read this story.
For the rest: I have decided for their first two or three years in Hogwarts to wrap them up in max. 4 chapters. I want to wrap those up quickly in only a few decisive and important moments in their lives and not so much in random details that do the story no good. So, if their relationship progress seems to be rushed then I am sorry but remember that there are rather big time leaps.
That being said, enjoy the story and again, let me know if there are any blatant spelling mistakes, etc. so I can clean it up.
The next few weeks were blurring into each other for Harry and Ginny. Between the amounts of homework they got from each class and getting to know the castle and each other there wasn't really that much time for anything else. Harry was quickly noticed for his quick mind as he was excelling in almost every class. Exceptions were Herbology and History of Magic. Ginny was almost the same, except that she was slightly behind him in Potions but pretty far ahead of him in Herbology. Harry wasn't in any risk of failing any class. It simply was Ginny being the only one who was as exceptional in Herbology as the Gryffindor Neville Longbottom.
During those weeks the two also got a lot closer. They spent every moment together, shared secrets and desires and no one was allowed between them. Of course they got to know others of their house but those were acquaintances at best.
Harry noticed a lot about Ginny, little habits like the twirling of her hair when she was thinking, the worrying of her lower lip when she was nervous. What he to see most though, was the cruel Ginny. The evil glint in her eyes and that smirk of hers made something in his chest roar. He sneaked a peek at the vicious redhead whenever he could and he never got tired of watching her.
Ginny on the other hand had adored the boy-who-lived since she was a little child, but not in her wildest dreams had she imagined to be with him the way she was. Something inside her broke when she was nine and molested, something tying her to the morality and laws to society. She never would have thought that Harry Potter was the same. Now they were both so close to each other, she constantly thought about being with him until the end of eternity. She couldn't imagine anyone else to be with her that way. A lot of her innocence was stolen from her but she would fight tooth and nail to protect that last shred of innocence she had for Harry. He was the one for her, the only one she felt connected to in any sense at all and if she had to, she would spend the rest of her life to make Harry see her the same way. Any whore who would try to come between them would suffer her wrath and Harry could watch.
Time flied and soon it was time for Halloween. They were in charms and learning the levitation charm. Harry had it after his second try and after correcting a small mistake in Ginny's wand movement she had it immediately after, earning 5 points each for Slytherin. The Granger girl was, as Harry noticed, in a heated discussion with Ginny's twin brother after she corrected his pronunciation.
Malfoy, sitting next to Daphne, who was sitting between Ginny and the blonde haired boy, leaned forward eyeing the redheaded with a smirk.
"Are you sure your brother isn't a squib, Weaslette? He sure seems to suck in every class."
"He might be. He surely isn't the fastest broom out there. He is more closely to the slowest." Ginny shrugged her shoulders, unfased by Malfoy's attempt to get a reaction out of her. She grinned as she caught Malfoy's frown a Nudging Harry's leg with her's she leaned forward, eyeing Malfoy with a smirk of her own. "You could keep Ronald company, Malfoy. You know, since you seem to be on the slow side, too." Harry was fighting the twitch on his lips, suppressing the grin that was trying to break through. Daphne was having a hard time too as she glanced at Malfoy's blushing face from the corner of her eyes. "I mean," Ginny continued, "this was the 58th time you tried to get me mad by insulting my family. I told you 58 times that I. Hate. My. Family. You Dimwit. And just in case you wonder: I actually did count."
Harry pressed his fist hard against his mouth to smother his laughter. He enjoyed the redhead's joy in humiliating others as much as the next Slytherin but it was that much more fun when it was Draco who got humiliated.
Soon, class was over and Malfoy stomped out with a scowl and red faced while Harry and Ginny took a leisurely pace as they made their way to the Great Hall. They were close enough to hear Ginny's brother complain about Granger, calling her all sorts of names as the bushy-haired witch audiably sobbed while pushing past the redhead.
"Look at that, Harry." Ginny said loudly, making Ron scowl at her. "Honorable Gryffindors making each other cry."
"Shut your trap, snake!" Ron snapped at her. "It's not my fault that she is a bloody know-it-all!"
"So, you are mad because you are stupid and she is not?" Harry asked in mock confusion.
Ginny and a few other Slytherin's laughed out loud at that, making Ron flush furiously. His temper, already at a boiling point because of the class, finally got the best of him as he reached for his wand and aimed at his sister. Before he could do anything though he got interrupted by Professor Snape.
"What do you think you are doing, Weasley, aiming your wand at my student- your sister?"
"I- " He stuttered, words failing him as he realized that he was really in trouble.
"Sir, we were just asking why he would be so mean and make a fellow Gryffindor cry. I mean, they are supposed to be loyal and honorable..." Ginny trailed off, putting on a sad and thoughtful face.
"Yeah, then he just got mad at us, insulted our house and aimed his wand at Weasley." Pansy Parkinson, a fellow yearmate of Harry's and Ginny's with black hair and a pug face, added for good measure; not even trying to hide her glee at getting a Gryffindor in trouble.
"I see. A week's detention and 50 points from Gryffindor should suffice. See your Head of House for details on your detention." Snape said before he left, not giving Ron the chance to defend himself.
Ron stared at Snape's back, unbelieving, before turning back towards Ginny. "You will pay for this." He grinded out between clenched teeth, raising his wand again.
Ginny just looked her brother up and down with undisguised disgust. "What do you think you can do with your wand? You can't even cast lumos without hurting yourself."
With that she turned away from the youngest Weasley boy and resumed her way towards the Great Hall, smirking at the appreciative glances she got from her fellow Slytherins. What pleased her most though were the sideways glances and the small smile she got from her black- haired and green- eyed friend.
Once in the Great Hall they headed towards their table and sat down at their usual spot. Neither paid the decorations much mind. Having had no positive recollection about any holiday or any other festive day whatsoever, Harry didn't bother trying to get into any sort of festive mood. For him days like Halloween and holidays like Christmas had the same meaning and importance as a random monday.
Ginny on the other hand used to enjoy any sort of festivities very much. Her family always made a big deal out of those days. But since her family denied her the trust and support when she needed it most she withdrew from those kinds of days completely. It made her sick when her family was happy and laughing while her mind was in turmoil as she tried to comprehend that the people she was supposed to trust the most would not believe her that she- a nine year old girl- was touched, violated and molested by her uncle. Those days only fueled her hate and feeling of betrayal.
So they both sat and ate, indifferent to the festive mood going on around them. It was only in the middle of the feast that some sort of commotion caught their attention. It was Quirrell rushing into the Hall, shouting something about a troll in the dungeons.
The Great Hall broke out into chaos before the headmaster managed to get the students to quiet down.
"Prefects, take the students back to their dormitories!" He ordered.
Harry and Ginny followed a prefect leading the first years when Ginny suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and dragged him out of sight with her, behind a large statue.
"What the-"
"Shhhh!" Ginny covered his mouth with a hand. She waited a few moments, listening intently. When she was satisfied that they were alone, she looked at Harry, taking her hand away. "I want to see it."
"Why?" Harry asked with a scowl. "Let's just head back to the common room."
"Come on, Harry! Live a little!" Ginny grabbed his arm again, dragging him with her, leaving him no chance to argue. They walked around the dungeons for around a minute when a disgusting smell suddenly assaulted their noses.
Dry heaving, Ginny took a moment before glancing at Harry, who looked green. "It must be close."
They followed the smell when they reached the outside of the girls' bathroom. There they saw the troll in the hallway in front of the bathroom as it stopped it's walk and stared at Harry and Ginny with dull eyes. Then it suddenly roared and raised it's huge club it was carrying. Out of reflex Harry raised his wand and quickly shouted "Wingardium Leviosa!" , the club levitating out of the troll's grasp, higher and higher as it followed it's club with a dumb look on it's face before the club dropped down, bashing the troll's face in with a sickening crunch, blood and gore splattering the hallway.
"Whoa, did you see that?" Ginny exclaimed excitedly, her eyes wide and a grin on her face.
"Yeah." Harry answered, his voice low but his look the same as Ginny's. "You think it's dead?" He asked the redhead.
"What do you think? You just destroyed it's face! That was bloody amazing! Literally!" She could hardly stand still in her excitement but stopped immidiately when the bathroom door opened. They both turned around and saw Hermione Granger peeking out of the bathroom. Her eyes were puffy and red, making it obvious that she had been crying. The muggleborn witch was taking the scene in and when she spotted the dead troll and the blood of it's bashed in head in the hallway her face suddenly went pale, then green.
"What happened?" She asked, her voice shaky.
Ginny, always the quick thinker of lies, had an answer at the ready. "We wanted to warn you about the troll. You know, since you weren't at the feast and I heard you were crying here the whole time. Then it saw us, attacked and we kind of, accidentally killed it." She finished with a shrug.
"And that doesn't bother you at all?" The Gryffindor asked, shock at the disregard the redhead showed for another life evident in her voice.
"It was either us or the troll. So no, we don't care it's dead." Harry snapped at her, already getting annoyed at her again. She really was someone to grate on his nerves quickly.
Before Hermione could answer they heard several footsteps coming their way. They saw several teachers and Dumbledore approaching and after retelling their story Harry and Ginny were awarded with a total of 50 points for helping another student.
After Snape took them back to the Slytherin common room Ginny took Harry's hand and led him to a quiet corner. The room was mostly deserted by now, most of the students in their dorms, but they still sought out the most private spot they could. She stared at him intently, her eyes still wide with wonder and excitement. He stared right back her, a similar look on his face.
Finally, she spoke up. "How do you feel?" She asked quietly.
Harry opened his mouth and closed it again, not really having an appropriate answer. So, he just took the redhead's hand and pressed it against his chest, his heart still beating rapidly, the adrenaline still coursing through his body every time he thought back how the gigantic and heavy club made the troll's face explode after it fell down.
Ginny let out a slight gasp, her cheeks flushing prettily. "It was great, wasn't it?" She asked him.
"It definitely was." Harry agreed, still holding the girl's hand against his chest. He enjoyed the softness and warmth of her hand, her touch, but couldn't really tell why, didn't understand that the steady and rapid pace of his heartbeat didn't have anything to do anymore with the gory kill of the troll.
"Seeing that...it made me want to kill something again but...bloodier. Like you did." Ginny admitted. "I think...when I broke that cat's neck, I didn't feel anything. I only was a little bit excited. But I think..." Ginny bit her lower lip, her brows furrowed, her hand still on Harry's chest.
Harry cocked his head slightly. "Do you want to try out what excites you most?" He asked her.
"Yeah." She breathed out, her eyes bright at the thought. "We are sick, aren't we?" Ginny asked with a wry grin, seemingly not too bothered by the thought.
Harry, having never in his entire life experienced any positive form of touch, couldn't help himself when he took a firm hold of Ginny's hand under his and pulled her towards him, suprising the girl when her circled his arms around her waist and took a deep breath of her fragrance, fresh and flowery. She relaxed against him and allowed herself to run her fingers through his hair as his face pressed against her belly, just under her still undeveloped breasts.
"Is anyone watching?" She asked in a whisper.
"We've been alone since five or so minutes. I'd have never done this otherwise." Harry admitted.
"Good. I hope you know that any other person holding me like this would be dismembered by now."
Harry chuckled into her belly, taking another deep breath of her intoxicating fragrance. "You smell nice." He finally stated.
Blushing slightly, Ginny gave him a smile, even when he couldn't see as his face was still hidden against her blouse-covered belly. "I do take the occasional shower."
"Keep taking them. And please, never change the soap or shampoo or whatever it is you use."
"I promise I won't." She bit her lip again as she thought about what she was going to say. "Harry?" She began carefully, her fingers brushing through his unruly hair as her fingernails massaged his scalp.
"Hmm?"
"I thought about something..."
Finally pulling away, he looked the redhead in the eyes. "About what?"
"We are sick. I can admit and live with that." She began.
"We aren't any worse or 'unnormal' than a guy who forces his nine year old niece to, you know..." Harry faltered.
Ginny smirked at him, though it didn't reach her eyes. "To suck his dick or blow him. Take your pick." Ginny sighed, her features hardening. "He took that kind of innocence from me." She looked at Harry. "He made me learn all those words and stuff. I was still nine years old, damn it! It probably turned him on even more...to have me talk like that to him and not just having his finger up inside of me and me crying as he forced me to give him a blowjob." She added, a coldness and bitterness evident in her voice.
Harry tightened his grip on her waist. "We will get back at him, Ginny." He stared into her bright, brown eyes, hardened by her stolen childhood. "And as I said- we are not any worse than that bastard. Or worse than people who make a slave and punching bag out of a child."
Ginny kept looking into his emerald green eyes, getting lost in them, and relishing in the feeling of his arms tightly encircling her waist. "I know we will Harry. Just like we will get the Dursleys." They were silent for a few moments, Ginny absentmindedly cupping the side of his face, her thumb softly stroking his cheek, as her other hand was still buried in his hair. She looked back down at Harry, his eyes closed, enjoying her ministrations as he leaned into the cupping hand. Ginny smirked slightly at the effect she had on the boy. She then continued. "What I wanted to say is...I don't know anyone who is like we are. It's...we just fit, you know?" Harry nodded at her. "So...I thought...when we are older, Harry...when we are teenagers...I want us...you know..."
Harry looked at Ginny in amusement. It was a curious sight; the usually cold, manipulative and vicious redhead a blushing and nervous mess. "You want us to be a couple?"
"Not right now!" Ginny exclaimed. "We are too young. I mean, we could kiss and stuff and let it develop until we feel ready for that step. All I know is that I am not ready at all right now."
"What is stuff?" Harry asked cheekily before quickly regretting it.
"If you touch me in that way before I allow you to I will cut your dick off. With a rusty and blunt knife." Ginny said, her eyes cold as ice and her voice hard as steel.
"Sorry, Ginny. I didn't mean anything by it, just wanted to make a joke."
"Good." Ginny nodded, her features softening. "I am pretty much promising you what is left of my virginity, Harry. Treasure what I am offering you or lose me forever." She said softly. "I trust you with my life, Harry. I trust only you. That's why I...allow myself this." She motioned between them with her hand. "It makes me vulnerable and I hate it but you are the one and only guilty pleasure I really want, Harry. Please take this seriously." She almost pleaded with him.
"I will." Thinking that it would be only fair to lay some of his feelings bare as Ginny already did for him, he added. "You are the only one who means anything to me, Ginny. I'm not even comfortable with touching, but...it's different with you. I actually...I enjoy this."
"I would kill you if you didn't."
Harry looked up at her before he rose from his seat and stood before her, leaning in and pressing his lips against hers, igniting a fire inside of his chest as he felt lips as soft as flower petals against his. After a few short seconds which felt like an eternity, they seperated. "We should sleep."
She smiled at him as she took a shaky breath, her face flushed. "Yeah."
"We keep these things private, right?" Harry asked her.
She nodded immidiately. "Of course. Until we are in a real relationship we keep this private."
"Good." Harry kissed her again. "Good night, Ginny."
"Night, Harry."
Before they knew it Christmas had arrived. Harry didn't expect anything for Christmas and didn't buy anyone anything. He got along well enough with most of his yearmates- Draco, Crabbe and Goyle excluded- but the one person of all of them who meant anything at all to him was Ginny. Still, he didn't buy her anything either. He just wasn't used to any of this Christmas spirit and didn't bother trying to get into it.
After waking up he got up from his bed and stepped on something. Looking down, he saw that he really got something for Christmas. He picked it up, checked the card and saw no name or any other indication who it came from. Not bothering to read the paper he went back into bed and closed the curtains around it, giving him some privacy as Zabini was still in Hogwarts and sleeping in his bed, unlike the rest of their dorm, who all went back home. He unpacked his gift and out fell something that almost felt watery to the touch, incredibly soft and silky. He took it in his hand was shocked when his hand suddenly disappeared. His eyes wide in shock, he covered several parts of his body with it until he pulled it completely over himself. Looking down on himself he saw that he was definitely invisible and that cloak was wide enough to fit more than just himself under it. He smirked.
Checking on Blaise, he saw him still sleeping and quickly stuffed his cloak at the bottom of his trunk. He then went on with his morning routine and headed to the common room and sat down in the couch in front of the fire, waiting for Ginny . When she finally entered the common room she sat down next to him, checked around them for any stragglers before firmly pressing her lips against his.
"Morning."
"Good morning, Ginny." He smiled against her lips before pulling away. "I have to show you something." Harry said in a low voice, his excitemend evident. "We can go to the restricted section in the library tonight and no one will see us!"
Ginny's eyey widened. She always wanted to see what the restricted section held in terms of forbidden and dark arts. "What? How?"
"Tonight. It'll be a surprise." Harry grinned at her.
She narrowed her eyes at him. "Fine." She then relaxed back into the couch and stared into the fire. "You got anything?"
"Just that one thing. No name or anything on it and I didn't bother reading the note. Didn't care. You?"
"Something from my father, the twins, Percy, Charlie and Bill. Threw it all away. But I didn't get the annual Weasley sweater." She grinned at Harry. "Pretty much a sign that I am dead to my mother."
"Congratulations I guess."
"Believe me, this is amazing. She will not care about what I do or don't do. I am pretty much free."
"Then you can come visit me at Diagon Alley. I plan to stay at the Leaky Cauldron during the summer." Harry glanced at her. "We can get you your new wand and robes."
"I'd like that a lot, Harry. Thank you. But now let's go eat."
Lying in his bed, his cloak hidden underneath his pajama top, Harry waited until the clock finally showed it being midnight. He listened for a couple moments on Zabini and, when pleased that he was still sleeping, he put on his cloak and sneaked out into the common room. Ginny was already waiting for him at the fire.
"Ginny!" He whispered, freeing his head from under the cloak.
The redhead turned around with a small smile only to have a hand cover the shriek that was about to escape as she saw Harry's floating head. "What the-?! What?!"
Harry uncovered himself completely from the cloak. "This thing makes me invisible!"
Ginny quickly covered the distance between them to touch it. "Harry...this thing...it is an invisibility cloak! Do you realize how rare and valuable they are?"
"I could imagine that they are not exactly common." He smirked at her.
"The things we could do with this..."
Harry then pulled Ginny against his side and the cloak over them. "Let's go and check out the restricted section."
They reached their destination without any trouble and entered the restricted section.
"What do you want to check out?" Harry whispered.
"Curses and Hexes. We could check some we like and maybe try them out one night outside. There's bound to be some animals, what with the forest right there."
Harry nodded in approval. He pulled out a piece of parchment and a feather, which he had stuck between the waistband of his pajama bottom, and a small vial of ink from the pocked of his pajama bottom. He handed the items to Ginny.
"Your handwriting is more neat than mine." He answered at her raised eyebrow. She took them with a smirk.
They searched the section for a few moments until they found a row with a few books about curses and hexes when Ginny grabbed his arm and pointed at a book.
The Dark Side Of Magic: Dark Curses, Jinxes and Hexes.
Harry nodded and pulled it out. They both skimmed through it and both pointed at things that they found interesting, Ginny dilligently writing incantations, wand movements and effects down. Soon they had almost spent three hours in the library when they decided to head back.
Once back in the common room they both sat down in front of the fire, Harry pulling out the parchment and skimming over the notes Ginny took, with the redhead leaning against him as she too reread her notes. Some of them were particularly gruesome and she couldn't imagine what they could do to another human being but her morbid curiosity reigned would win in the end. The way Harry took on these things though fascinated her on a whole different level. While with her there always was some sort of emotional trigger- usually anger and hatred- Harry always seemed stoic. He rarely really laughed. He always had a scowl on his face. His eyes almost never betrayed his emotions. She knew that once he matured some, he could really be cold blooded- the balance to her raging and destructive fire. They really seemed to be the perfect match.
