Author's Note: The story have been changed to M rating from T and I think the title gives the explanation. There are some minor changes in the previous chapters, which I don't think any one of you would even notice. But I do wish that you will read it once again and tell me if there's more mistakes.
And this is a little lovey-dubey (uhh…) chapter, so brace yourself.
Chapter - 3
THE FEEL OF LOVE
"NO……………………………"
"Mum, Dad… no!"
Harry shot up from the bed and saw himself surrounded by concerned faces. His skin was covered in a thin layer of sweat and his heart was beating uncontrollably. His throat was dry and itchy from screaming. Sunlight was pouring in the dorm room through the window. He felt a warm, small body enclose around him and when he looked at the body, he saw Ginny who se face was buried in his shoulder.
"What happened, Ginny?" asked Harry, when muffled voices started coming from his shoulder. When she didn't reply, Harry slowly lifted her head up and saw that tears were running down her cheeks and she was hiccupping. With the tip of his thumb, he wiped the tears and started caressing her cheeks, looking in her eyes affectionately.
"Hey, don't cry," Harry said and pulled her in his laps and started rocking forward and backward, "don't cry, Ginny."
When Ginny didn't stop crying, Harry asked in a small voice, "Are you crying because… because F… Fred is d… de… dead." The last word was muffled because of a sob and his own tears started trailing down his cheeks, as he remembered Fred.
"No," Ginny said, and Harry looked at her in amazement, "maybe yes. But now… now I — I was — am cry — crying because — be… because of you."
"Me?" Harry said and then realization dawned upon him, "Because I am the reason of F… Fred de… death."
"No," Ginny said, shaking her head, "When you know, when I — I saw you de — dead I felt — I felt like someone had ripped… ripped my — my heart and… and now when I — woke up, you… you were screaming, wriggling around and, and I thought you will, you will leave me again. I… I tried to wake you up…"
Ginny couldn't complete because she broke into fresh round of tears. Harry pulled her closer, her head resting on his chest as she continued to sob in his chest. Harry nodded to Ron, who said, "Back out, back out. Leave food here, the savior of the world needs his beauty sleep." — Harry frowned — "Think what kind of fashion disaster we will have if our great hero appeared as a dunce and every single wizard-witch living would make it their style statement."
"Yes, we don't need that," Charlie said, "but one of us ought to be here to look after them."
"And get bat wing for face," said Ron, "thanks but I am happy with the face I have."
"But," said Bill, pointing awkwardly at Harry and Ginny. Harry didn't notice that before, but now when he noticed it, he saw that he and Ginny were dangerously close. He could feel her bosom pressed against his upper abdomen and he could even feel her heartbeat pulsing. He was also aware of the fact that some of their intimate parts were pressed together and even thought of it make her face flush and lust pump in his nerves.
"I'm sure nothing will happen Bill," said Ron and then added, looking skeptically to Harry, "Am I right Harry?"
Harry nodded, but Percy said, "I still don't think that Harry and Ginny should share one bed. They are not even boyfriend and girlfriend. Think what Mum and Dad will think when they will found out that we left Ginny in a bed with a stranger."
"Percy do you have brain in your head or it is just a empty filling cabinet filled with rules," said Ron, who was practically flaring with anger, "Harry is not a stranger. And since you have been a wanker for three years, let me fill you up. Harry and Ginny did go out in Harry's sixth year…"
"But he dumped her," interjected Percy, pointing an accusing finger at Harry, "so, how can you possibly tolerate to see Harry and Ginny sleeping in a same bed."
"They are just sharing a bed, nothing is wrong with it," said Ron, and Harry from corner of his eyes saw that Charlie and Bill were rather enjoying the conversation.
"What is not wrong with it?" said Percy, "Every thing is wrong with it."
"Oh, so that is it," said Ron, snapping his fingers, "then you are a homosexual."
Harry eyes shot wide and he felt a giggle come from his chest. Bill and Charlie were having a hard time controlling their laughter and Percy was red as a mailbox.
"Who told you this — this piece of nonsense," said Percy, "I'm not homosexual, I'm… I'm — normal."
"I don't think so," said Ron, "And thinking on that point, Bill is a bisexual and Charlie a hundred percent homosexual."
"We're not," Bill and Charlie bellowed together.
"Oh yes, you definitely are, according to Percy theory," said Ron.
"And how's that?" asked Percy, rather smugly.
"You see," said Ron, "Bill and Charlie here shared a bed for Merlin knows how long and sometime that bed was also shared by you, Percy. Remember?"
Bill and Charlie stared at Percy, looking revolted.
"That was different," Percy said, defiantly.
"And how's that?" Ron countered, looking at his fingernails.
"We're brothers," said Percy, "But he have some ill intentions for our dear sister. And how can you defy a person who is cause of —"
SMACK.
"Don't you dare say anything about Harry, you traitorous filthy brat," snarled Ron, looking at Percy maliciously. Harry shifted Ginny aside and jumped from the bed and said, "Ron. Are you out of your mind?"
"Yeah, maybe I am."
"Than you need a bloody freezing bath," Harry said and continued in a somber tone, "What he said was absolutely right. It was because of me Fred die… died and many other died."
"Don't let Fred hear that, Harry," came a voice from the doorway. He turned around and saw George leaned against the wall, his eyes red rimmed and his voice thick from crying, "Because if he hears you, he will come back as a ghost and chase you to hell."
"But…"
"No, buts," said Ron, "maybe you too, need a good knockout punch." He said flexing his fist.
"Go out," Ginny said, pointing at the door. Harry had barely took a step, when she said, "Not you, Harry. Others."
"But," Bill said, but faltered under the gaze of Ginny, which reminiscent Mrs. Weasley gaze. Slowly and reluctantly all of the Weasley's moved out, except Ron, who looked shamelessly cheerful, but nevertheless gave a look to Harry, which clearly said, 'Don't try anything on my baby sister'.
Ginny checked the door and locked it by a quick locking charm. It made a squelching sound, signaling that the door was firmly closed. Harry looked uncertainly at the door and said, "Ginny, we should keep the door open."
Ginny shook her head and patted the space on the bed, next to her. Harry reluctantly sat there and Ginny immediately straightened his legs and straddled his laps.
"Ron had changed much, Harry. Don't you think?"
"Hmm…" Harry said, still trying to decipher Ron attitude. It wasn't like Harry didn't liked Ginny, or spending time with Ginny, but Ron attitude was a little fishy.
"What's wrong?" asked Ginny, concern evident in her voice.
"Nothing," said Harry and when Ginny continued to look at him skeptically, he added, "Just thinking about Ron."
Ginny made a face and said, "Your girlfriend…" She faltered.
Harry, who was delighted to hear that she considered herself to be his girlfriend, stopped a pit of question formed in his mind.
"What happened, Ginny?"
When Ginny didn't reply, he added in a frightened voice, "Ginny."
"Harry," said Ginny, suddenly, "Am I your girlfriend?"
"No," Harry said and he saw the hurt in her eyes. She tried to pull away, but Harry held her tightly. When she opened her mouth to speak, Harry cut her off, "You became my girlfriend from the moment the war ended. The question is are you my girlfriend?"
"Yes Harry," Ginny replied, before crashing her lips to his, her intoxicating flowery smell taking over him. He pulled away and Ginny whimpered.
"What were you saying before?"
"We weren't saying anything," Ginny said, with a mischievous glint in her eyes, "we were kissing."
"No, even before that," said Harry, "When you said 'your girlfriend'."
"Oh that," said Ginny, "you are such a twit."
"What?" Harry said.
"I was going to say that your girlfriend is sitting intimately close to you and all you are doing is musing and babbling." Ginny said, before once again crashing her lips to his. Her tongue ran at his lower lip, and as soon as he parted his lips, her tongue engaged itself in a furious duel with his tongue. Their hands started caressing each other back.
And in one swift moment, Harry was on top of her, his hands raking in her hairs. He broke the kiss and immediately started kissing her neck and collarbones, his tongue leaving trail marks as he moved forward. Ginny hand's snaked their way under his shirt to his chest. Harry taken aback by Ginny move, dared a chance and moved the course of his way to his breast, rubbing her bosoms with his stubble. Ginny gasped a moan and in one swift motion ripped off his shirt and threw it aside. Her hands started running up and down his chest, marking her way, feeling his well defined muscles under them.
Harry rolled around, and soon Ginny was on top of her. He leaned his head against the wall and was face to face with Ginny stomach, while she tried to pull her up. Harry slid his hand around her waist and un-tugged the hem of her shirt, feeling her soft, warm skin, under his hand. Ginny hands found their way to his long hairs and tangled themselves in them. Harry lifted her shirt with his teeth and grazed at the soft skin of her stomach. Ginny moaned and pulled on Harry hairs. Harry broke off the contact for a second and felt Ginny hand's, pushing her against her stomach. Harry obliged but as soon as his lips made contact with her stomach, Ginny pulled her up. Harry for an instant saw that hard, blazing look he loved. Because after that second he found himself writhing and moaning in pleasure as waves of ecstasy washed over him. He felt Ginny biting his chest, as her hands raked under his pants, fiddling with his erection, which for the time being was protected by his boxers. Harry groaned and tried to pull Ginny up, but it was to no avail. Ginny started roaming south and Harry in the back of his mind felt, Ginny slipping his pants down. He didn't care.
When he tried to pull Ginny up again, his pant was gone and Ginny smiled at him evilly. Harry pulled her up and groaned loudly, when he felt her bosom rub against his erection. He locked Ginny lips in a passionate embrace, while his hands fiddled with her blouse buttons. Soon every single button was opened and Ginny threw her blouse away. Their bare skins touched and Harry felt himself burning with heat, passion and lust. Harry pushed her upwards and buried his face in her bosoms, his tongue making pattern on her skin and on the material of her bra, as his hand continued to push her up. And then a thought crossed his mind, ' "I'm sure nothing will happen Bill," said Ron and then added, looking skeptically to Harry, "Am I right Harry?" '
Harry pushed her away and straightened his glasses, which were a little askew. Ginny was looking at Harry, hurt written all over her face. Harry quietly climbed out of bed, retrieved his pant and shirt and Ginny's shirt. He quickly wore his pants and repaired his shirt and gave Ginny her shirt. She reluctantly put it and turned around. But before she could turn, Harry saw the tears glistening in her eyes. He sat beside her, and pulled her closure. Ginny resisted, but Harry didn't stop. He continued to pull her, and at last Ginny gave in and snuggled closure to Harry chest and said in a whisper, "Am I not good, Harry?"
"What?" Harry asked, but when the question sank in his brain, he said "You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life, Ginny. You are perfect."
"So, why did you pull away?" asked Ginny, looking him straight in the eyes. Tears clung to her eyelash like dew on grass. It somehow made her look more heavenly. He had to fight back a desire to kiss her.
"I remembered something," Harry supplied.
"What?" Ginny asked, the desperation in her voice clear.
"I kind of promised not to do anything with you," said Harry, grinning sheepishly.
"Oh," Ginny said and punched him in the chest, "your girlfriend is in your bed ready to do anything you want or ask and all you think about are her brothers."
"Sorry," Harry said, "can't help myself."
"I'm going to have a little talk with my dear bothers a…" Ginny said, "HEY! HOLD ON."
"What's wrong, Ginny?" asked Harry.
"What did you promise to my big bad brothers?" inquired Ginny and Harry didn't even a bit like that shine in her eye.
"I kind of promised that I will not do anything unsociable with you," said Harry, stroking her hair.
"Everyone does that kind of thing," Ginny said and laughed when Harry winced and looked at her in alarm.
"I don't need that kind of mental image," said Harry, his face screwed in expression of disgust, when images of Ron and Hermione floated in front of his eyes.
"Why? They are some cute images, when you know, the boy…"
"Picture them as Mr. and Mrs. Weasley," interjected Harry and he was pleased seeing the shock and disgruntled expression on Ginny face, "See. They are horrible images." And added under his breath, "if you are not one of them."
"Who did you picture?" said Ginny.
"I'm not telling you," said Harry, shaking his hand. He felt a hand snaking it's way down but before he could do anything about it, Ginny ran a hand over his now erection.
"That's sneaky, Ginny," said Harry as he tried to master his breath.
"I didn't wanted to do that," Ginny said, smiling affectionately, "but you left me no choice. Now tell me or I will continue torturing."
"Oh, I will like to see you try," said Harry, as he quickly pinned both of her hands in his and smiled.
"That's tricky," said Ginny and Harry was amazed to see a smile was still playing across her face.
"Still smiling," Harry said, smirking.
"Smirking are we Mr. Potter, too bad your smirks end here."
Harry moaned as Ginny rubbed her knees against her erection and Harry relinquished his hold of her wrist. Ginny climbed on top of him, her face dangerously close to his, "Now, tell me Harry. What do you know that I don't know?" She asked, nibbling on his ear.
"You are going to kill me, if you continue torturing me like this," Harry said between his moans of pleasure.
"Oh no," said Ginny, "I'm not going to kill you. If I kill you, my only pleasure toy will be gone."
"Pleasure toy?" Harry asked, smiling amusedly.
"Yes, pleasure toy," said Ginny, "so, I will keep you alive or you have a choice. Tell me who you pictured and I may leave you."
Harry thought for a moment, and said, "You and me."
Ginny looked shocked for a moment and it was all Harry needed. He quickly rolled around and pinned Ginny body by his, smirking at her.
"Harry what you said wasn't true, huh?" said Ginny, her nostrils flaring.
"You look so beautiful when you're angry," said Harry, his lips caressing the side of her cheeks, making her moan.
"Harry tell me," Ginny said, looking at her with big watery eyes, her lower lip stuck out.
"Don't try that look on me, Ginny," said Harry, shaking her head.
When Ginny continued to look at him with the same expression, Harry said, "Fine. But promise me you won't tell anyone."
"Promise," drawled Ginny, planting a quick kiss on Harry scar.
"Ron and Hermione," Harry said, with a shudder.
"Why so?" asked Ginny.
Harry bend his face down and said, "They are together now." And he bit her ear playfully and Ginny wriggled under his weight.
"Harry don't do that," Ginny pleaded between moans of pleasure, as Harry tongue's made his way around her ear, "Don't you have a promise to maintain."
"Oh, it was never a promise," said Harry, "it was kind of. And it's not that much socially unacceptable than what you were planning to do with him."
"Harry don't," Ginny pleaded, when he slid his body against her, "if you want to do anything, I won't question. But Harry don't torture me like this."
"Liked the dose of your own medicine," Harry said and rolled off her. Ginny after gasping for breath, rolled too, her head resting on his chest.
"Harry you don't want to do it," said Ginny, "or you don't want to do it with me."
"I want to do it," said Harry, "and I want to do it with you, only you. But I have a promise to keep."
"Up to I remember," Ginny said, massaging his shoulder, "it was kind of."
"But still it was a promise," said Harry, and suddenly he rolled to face her and said, "and you are not ready."
"I am ready," Ginny retorted.
"Believe me Ginny," Harry said, "You are not ready. It's just you are working on impulse because of all the tension, the pressure, the grief, the pain. You don't want to feel them, the bad memories and pain, and so you are trying to find a way out."
Ginny kept quiet for a moment, and then said, "How do you know that?"
Harry face hardened and he said, barely moving his lips, "I have experience, the only experience I don't want to have."
"Oh Harry," said Ginny pulling him closure, "I'm sorry."
She pulled her head toward her breast and Harry gratefully buried his head there as sleep engulfed him.
Someone was rocking him gently. He pushed the hand away and pushed himself near the warm body, which was soothing to him. He buried his face and felt warmth and softness around his face. He smiled and tried to sleep again. There were noises of loud cursing and swearing and then again, he was being pushed away from the warm body. He whimpered and opened his eyes, retreating himself to the warm body. He saw Mrs. Weasley hovering over him.
"Good Morning, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said, cheerfully. Mrs. Weasley didn't look pleased. Hermione, who was standing just behind Mrs. Weasley, was pointing at the warm body. Harry glanced around, seeing all of Ginny brother looking at him, menacingly. Harry glanced at the warm body, realized it was Ginny and pushed himself backwards with such brutal force that he knocked out Mrs. Weasley on his way to the floor. He smashed against the cold, hard floor and a dull pain starting echoing from his sides. His vision was blurry and then he realized that his glasses were not on his face. Flushing red he groped around for his glasses, slapping Mrs. Weasley legs two time in the process.
"Here," he heard the familiar voice of Ginny from the bed. He stumbled to his bed, murmured his thanks and put on his glasses. And as soon as he wore them, he cursed his luck. All of Ginny's family were glaring dagger at him and he was damn sure wizarding world savior or not, they won't think twice before breaking every single one of his bone. Harry gulped and snarled at Ginny, who smiled at him, in return.
"Um.. I was, no I," Harry stammered.
"We know what you were doing, Harry," said Ron and Harry couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in his eyes.
Harry heartily wished that the floor would open and swallow him whole. The looks her brother were giving him was no match of the look Mrs. Weasley was giving him. She looked like a hungry tigress ready to tear him apart.
"Sorry, Mrs. Weasley," Harry mumbled.
"What for?" Mrs. Weasley asked, sternly.
Now, Harry mind was in turmoil. How do you tell your girlfriend mother that you were sleeping with her, your face in buried in her chest? Hermione and Ginny were smiling seeing the blush on his face. Harry scoffed at both of them and hoped with his whole mind that someone would come to save him. When none come, he said, "Me and Ginny are dating."
He said it in a whispered tone, but the room was silent, much more than was healthy and his voice carried in the silence. Harry from his whole heart wanted to say that he loved Ginny, but thought better. Every person he ever loved was now dead, except the Weasley family, but they surely had their loss too.
"We know," said Mrs. Weasley, and pulled her in a bone crushing hug, "we know."
Harry hugged her back, his face blank. After Mrs. Weasley pulled away and ordered everyone to come downstairs, Harry turned to Ron and asked, "What the hell was all this?"
He sat on his bed. Ginny sat on his laps, much to Ron disappointment and said, "They all planned to sabotage you, when you were sleeping. But hopefully I was awake, and I gave them some good old threats and they agreed to leave you alone. But when Ron" — Harry snarled at him — "came with a brilliant plan, I couldn't back way from it. We included Mum too" — Harry looked at her incredulously — "yes Mum and she said we all needed a good laugh and she knew about you, I mean us."
"It was very sneaky of you," Harry snarled, "You all gave me a near heart attack."
"Don't be so melodramatic and monotonous," said Hermione, "we had a good laugh."
"Yes, yes," scoffed Harry, "you surely had a good laugh, because here I was the scapegoat, not you."
"It was fun, Harry," Ginny said, but when Harry snarled at her, she added, "Where were you yesterday, Hermione?"
"I was um… sleeping," said Hermione, looking at the floor, as blush crept over her face.
"I didn't see you yesterday even for a second," said Ginny, looking at her skeptically, "No one can honestly sleep twenty four hours."
"And as a matter of fact," said Harry, "even Ron wasn't here much, yesterday? A day have passed?"
"Yes Harry a day have passed," said Ron, "and you didn't see me much because Ginny shoved us out every time, any of us came inside."
"And you know Harry," said Ginny, "Percy and the others were complaining that he vanished halfway between some kind of work."
"That's fishy," said Harry, "Hermione and Ron vanished at the same time."
"We didn't vanish at the same time," said Ron.
Ginny punched the air and said, cheerfully, "So, you accept the fact that you both did vanish and most probably you both were together in a nice, c…"
"I don't want images in my head, Ginny," said Harry with a shudder. He buried his nose in her hairs, and sniffed it.
"Harry you told her," Ron accused.
"No, he didn't," said Ginny, "I saw you yesterday, kissing."
"We didn't kiss outside yesterday," Hermione said and turned red when she realized what she had said.
"Oh you did," said Ginny and the way her body flexed, Harry could easily tell that she was lying, "A quick peck."
"Okay, drop it now," said Ron, as his stomach grumbled, "I'm hungry."
"For what?" said Ginny, without missing a beat.
"For food, of course," said Ron, "What else I could be hung… oh, oh." — Ron turned blood red — "Harry you are a bad affect on my sister."
"It's the other way around mate," Harry said, and Ginny bumped him with his hips, "See, she is trying to spoil me."
"Yeah, Harry?" Ginny asked, her eyes glittering with mischief.
"Yeah," said Harry, defiantly. Ginny didn't get a chance to execute, whatever plan she had in mind because Ron pulled Harry up, knocking Ginny in the process.
"What's that for?" snarled Ginny, as she stood up.
"I'm hungry for food," Ron said.
"So go alone. Why do you need Harry?" asked Ginny, "He isn't going to force feed you and Merlin knows that no one needs to. If twenty more like you are born, we would have a food crisis in Hogwarts."
"Ha, Ha, very funny," said Ron, "And I'm wasting my time pestering Harry because Mum specifically order me to bring this git with me. She reckons that he had become thinner in the past year."
"That is," said Ginny, with a glint in her eyes, that Harry didn't liked right now, "is true. His legs had become thin and so has his abdomen."
Ron looked horrified and said to Harry, "Harry — you, Ginny — did?"
"We didn't did anything, mate," said Harry, but a blush crept on his face.
"If he had gone my way, much could have happened," mused Ginny.
"Ginny," said Ron, looking mortified, "I'm your brother. How can you talk like this in front of me?"
"The same way," said Ginny, smirking, "you used to listen to Bill, Fred and George about their adventures."
"I didn't," said Ron, but the furious red blush which crept over his face, revealed everything. Laughing uncontrollably they left the common room and walked to the Great Hall.
Harry had just finished four helpings of the breakfast, when Kingsley came and sat next to him. He looked weary and frustrated.
"What happen Kingsley?" asked Harry, "Being Minister got the better out of you."
"No," said Kingsley, "Those vultures got to me."
"Vultures?" asked Harry, dropping his spoon.
"Yes, Harry vultures," said Kingsley, "The likes of Rita Skeeter. They have jammed the grounds and refuse to buzz away, up to you, Ron and Hermione give them interview."
"Let them rot there," Ron suggested.
"But Ron," Hermione reprimanded him, "people need to take the d… dead to their home, they will want to give them a proper funeral."
"But they only want us," Ron said, "So, the others can easily go home. No one is stopping them."
"But Ron," said Kingsley, "they will be having problems. There are around fifty reporters, with around hundred photographers. They are pestering everyone who comes out from the castle."
"Fifty Rita Skeeters," Ron shudder and Harry very well understood his fear. One Rita Skeeter was like a malediction, fifty Rita Skeeter could possibly kill a person by giving them a heart attack. Harry gulped and held Ginny hand.
"Give them a date," Harry said, "I don't want others to suffer. Me, Ron and Hermione will meet them, say, what about a week?"
"It's too far, Harry," said Kingsley, looking at him, his eyes pleading to him to understand.
"Set the date, Kingsley," Hermione said, "if they want they will come or they can all go in hell for all I care."
"I never said…" Ron stopped in mid sentence, wincing. Ginny glanced under the table and saw Hermione's leg positioned to give him another blow.
"Okay, I will settle it," said Kingsley, "thanks."
He started piling his plate with food. Ron said, "Don't you have to go and tell them?"
"Let them burn there for a while more," said Kingsley and when Hermione glared at him, he added, "I'm hungry and I haven't ate anything from two days. First the war and than these vultures and the Ministry bureaucratic meetings."
Harry, Hermione, Ron and Ginny didn't say anything more because Kingsley was in a right foul mood.
After eating, they all roamed around the castle, seeing the house elves, the students and teacher work. When they tried to help, they were shunted away saying that they had done much. Ginny could have helped, but Harry didn't let her leave his side.
"You amazed me today, Harry," said Hermione, as they walked near the lake. The reporters were send back after a promise of a meeting in one week.
"And how so?" asked Harry in return, his arm locked around Ginny waist.
"You willingly set a date to meet the reporters," said Hermione, in a matter-of-factly voice, "and you are the same Harry who squirmed whenever Rita came near you. And Kingsley said there would be around fifty reporters, all of them like Rita Skeeter."
"You know, Harry," supplied Ron, who like Harry had an arm locked around Hermione waist, "that was unexpected."
"Yes Harry," added Ginny, "you didn't liked to give interviews. What changed?"
"At that time I was alone," said Harry and when Hermione and Ron frowned at him, he corrected, "I know you both were by my side, but you know, still my heart felt empty. But today when I was with Ginny, there was not that emptiness, I felt kind of full like I could face a thousand Voldemort. I'm babbling, huh?"
"No Harry that was the most beautiful thing, I ever heard anyone say," Ginny whispered, before kissing him passionately all over the face and Harry was just too happy to reply with the same enthusiasm. They both stood there, kissing each other and only parted for a second, when Ron nudged them and said, pointing at Hermione, "We will be inside."
Harry was very happy to be finally alone with Ginny. he continued to mesmerize how she was looking, when Ginny tugged at his arm, his face red, and said, "Let's sit under your favorite tree."
Harry obliged, scooped her in his arms (Ginny squealed in surprise) and gently laid her on the grass, putting her head in his laps. He stroked her hairs, completely mesmerized by her beauty. He hadn't lied when he had said that he felt full around her. His heart had ached for her when she was not there with him. His line of thoughts was interrupted by Ginny.
"What?" Harry asked, stooping low to plant a kiss on her chin.
"Mmmm… Harry do you remember here, Colin took a picture of us?" asked Ginny and seemed to regret it, when she saw that Harry face hardened. Harry rearranged his facial expressions and said, "Yes."
Ginny wasn't convinced, but when Harry pestered her to continue, she said, "He gave me a copy."
"Really?" asked Harry, genuinely interested.
"Yes. Do you want to see it?" asked Ginny. When he nodded, Ginny pulled out the photograph, which was singed at the edges and in between. Ginny face fell as she said, "This was the only photograph of us, together."
"Don't let this small thing get to you," said Harry.
When Ginny didn't answered, Harry said, "Now, you have the real me. So, why do you need a photograph?"
"You sounded like Lockhart," commented Ginny and Harry scowled, "No, I didn't."
"Yes, you did," said Ginny and when Harry showed every sign of disturbance, she continued, a little more firmly, "And I need photograph because they are kind of a reminder."
"Okay," said Harry, "the moment we got put of here, we will snap stacks of photograph. Happy?"
Ginny nodded and Harry continued, "Whenever you will turn you will just see my face and at last you will get bore of me, I suppose."
"Oh Harry," said Ginny, "I will never get bore of you."
She pulled him down and kissed him patiently. She sat up and pulled Harry's head in her lap and started stroking his hairs.
"I will stick all your photographs on the wall," said Ginny, "and whenever you will be out I will look at them and wait for you."
"Really?" asked Harry, though he was sure what the answer will be.
"Really," Ginny said. Harry pulled her face down and kissed her, for how much time he didn't knew, but when he would break apart, it would feel like they had just started kissing moments ago.
Author's Note: The M rating came in existence, as I'm a man of words. Hope you liked the chapter.
I'm not a romantic kind of person, having no experience in the particular field too, so maybe if my romantic part sucks, bear with me. If any of you wonderful people have ideas please tell me.
In how many chapters do you want to see Ginny and Harry together (you know, what I'm talking about):
A) Never, B) 2, C) 3, D) 4, E) 5
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