"She's.. passed out, or something, I just found her, I don't know what to do!" he says, and I open my eyes slightly and sniff, to smell him, and another, less familiar smell. Antiseptic. I am in the hospital wing.
"Right." Madam Pomfrey takes me from his arms with some difficulty - I may be small and slim but she's a little woman and I do weigh more than you'd expect - and puts me on a bed.
"Mmm," I mutter, meaning to say his name, but all that will come out of my numb mouth is a strangulated mumble.
He seems to understand and grips my hand hard, tears spilling from under his closed eyelids.
"S'OK," I mumbled. "'m 'ine..." I had meant to say "I'm fine" but I couldn't form the words.
"Ginny," he whispered. "I am so sorry. It's my fault."
"No..." I protested weakly. I moved my arms a little and then rolled my eyes towards the pile of pillows beside my bed. He propped three behind my head so I was sitting up, just about. My body was going numb and I was so scared.
"Ginny, my Ginny," he said, holding both of my hands. "Go to sleep, my angel."
"Thanks," I whispered, as he dropped a light kiss onto my forehead. "Stay... here?"
"I'll try," he promised me, as my eyes closed and I dropped off.
"Ginny!"
Demelza ran into the ward and hugged me tight.
"Ouch," I protested, "not so hard! I'm still ill, you know."
"Yeah..." Demelza laughed and released me, then handed me a box of chocolate cauldrons. "Here you go, Gins. So... bad way to have your sixteenth, wasn't it?"
"God yeah," I laughed slightly, and my gaze flicked gently over to where he was lying, and he winked at me. He had pretended to have such a bad headache that he 'fainted' and had been kept in overnight.
"But did you... You know..." Demelza looked eagerly at me.
"Yeah I did," I replied, ignored her squeal of excitement and said, "Have they figured out what's wrong with me yet?"
"No, not at all, although Madam Pomfrey thought it was some kind of magical bug thing, and Professor McGonnagal came in to look at you last night and said it was more likely exhaustion mixed in with the magical bug thing."
"Right," I said quietly.
"Go on, Gins, tell me who you had sex with," Demelza begged.
"No!" I replied, and she groaned, rolling her eyes.
"Some hot Ravenclaw? The guy you said was fit last week?"
"No, Demmy," I sighed.
"So who?"
"Forget it."
"No!"
"Demmy, stop asking me. I will tell you later today, when I get let out of this shit hole."
"It isn't that bad," he said from the next bed.
"No-one asked you," Demelza said bravely, and then rolled her eyes at me. "Got to go now, Gins. History of Magic beckons. Well, not really, it's crap, but you know."
I laughed and hugged her again.
"Ginny?"
I jerked awake to see his face above mine, luminously pale in the dark ward.
"Wha-?"
"I came to apologise."
"You did that already," I said softly. "It wasn't your fault, whatever happened to me."
"No, it was," he replied. "I cast a contraceptive charm on you before we... well, you know, and I think it went wrong."
I nodded and reached out to kiss him. "I don't care," I whispered, then my tongue found his and we were kissing gently but passionately.
"Ginny, you are mine, you know that?"
"I do," I replied, and smiled against his lips as he kissed me lightly and returned to his bed. His 'headache' had gotten "far, far worse" and he had been ushered back to bed by Madam Pomfrey.
The next morning I was allowed out of my bed for a short walk around the grounds to get some colour into my increasingly pale and drawn cheeks, and I was accompanied by an eager-for-sex-news Demelza. She was beginning to irritate me, so I pretended I was going back to the Hospital wing, and she wandered off.
I closed my eyes and sat down on the bank of the lake, and heard someone appproach me from behind.
"Hey," a voice said, and I turned around to see Harry.
"Oh," I said despondantly.
"Ginny," he said, suddenly, sitting down next to me and sliding his arm around my waist. His voice sounded nervous but sultry, and I couldn't help stiffening as he leaned towards me and kissed me, on the lips.
"G-ginny," he mumbled against my lips, a long trail of saliva dribbling down my chin after he pulled away. I winced and wiped my mouth on the sleeve of my jumper.
"You liked that right?"
"N-no," I said hesitantly. "I didn't. I've found someone else, Harry."
He looked at me, blinked behind those stupid jamjar glasses he always wears. "Oh."
"Oh yourself," I said, waspishly.
"Who?"
"Like I'm gonna tell you," I say teasingly, getting up and setting off up the castle steps.
"C'mon, Gins, babe," he says in a ridiculous effort to seduce me. I turn, pucker my lips, and then, when he closed his eyes and leaned towards me, I slapped him, hard, around the face. He reeled backwards and gasped, massaging his cheek and looking at me with a wounded expression. I turned and ran.
"Ginny, good," Madam Pomfrey said, and I looked over to where she was sitting in the corner, reading a magazine. "Back in time."
"Yeah," I replied, pulling the curtains around my bed and changing into a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a light pink vest top. I sat down on my bed and pulled the curtains back to see him walking through the door. Madam Pomfrey nodded at him and he turned to see me smiling at him. He came to sit beside me, and I smiled as he kissed my cheek. Madam Pomfrey got up and for a moment I thought she was going to say something, but she didn't. She smiled at me, and retreated into her office.
"Are you alright, my love?" he asked, and I nodded and leaned in, tilting my head sideways as he kissed me.
His tongue gently slid around my mouth, probing as if asking for permission, then he leaned away from me and closed the curtains around the bed. "Geminio," he muttered, pointing his wand to himself, and I heard a light thump on the bed beside mine as what was presumably a copy of him landed on his bed.
I smiled broadly as he slid his hands carefully up my top, planting them gently but securely onto my breasts. "I want this to be really, really good," he whispered into my ear. "I did the Muggle thing and bought condoms."
"Great," I replied in a whisper, and kissed him hard as he bucked his hips against mine, doing me through my clothes. "Oh my god that feels so good," I moaned as quietly as I could. He flipped me onto my back and rode my ass, still through my tracksuit bottoms but exciting me all the same as I felt his hard cock nudge against my skin every time. He wasn't moving the bed, as I thought he would, but when I turned to ask him why that was, he silenced me with a kiss and an un-buttoning of my trousers at the same time.
He was soon bottomless too, and we thrashed against each other.
"Muffliato," he whispered hoarsely, after he had let out a loud groan.
"What'd that do?" I asked, hands still running up and down his erect cock, smoothing out the pale skin.
"Silenced us," he replied, and closed his eyes and flung his head back, as, getting daring, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked at it gently. "Oh fuck this is good."
Finally, his moans and the light stings of cum that were leaking from his cock had turned me on so much that I couldn't help letting out a scream of exasperation. "Do me," I moaned, pleadingly.
He obliged. Oh fuck did he oblige.
He thrust into me as hard as he could, and I screamed again, knotting my fingers tightly into his hair, as he fiercely shoved into me. Our bare hips slapped together loudly and grated together, shining with perspiration as I groaned his name and he moaned mine, both of us cumming at the same time and then falling against each other with a deep and satisfied sigh.
