Ginny watched Harry as he ate silently frowning a little as she took in all of his little mannerisms. He seemed even more distracted this evening then he was other nights. She watched as he pushed his food around his plate without really taking a bite, his food long cold though he hadn't seemed to notice. She itched to say something to him, but knew she couldn't question him in front of her parents or the other's sat at the table.
"I heard from Ron, Hermione and he are back from their visit to Australia and Hermione's parents. They hoped to pop by some time tomorrow once they were settled," Molly said suddenly drawing Harry's attention.
With a sigh Ginny picked at a piece of chicken, she should have known that news of his friends would interest him when nothing else seemed to. Starring down at her plate she tried to ignore the anger that was tingling through her body but it was getting harder and harder to ignore him ignoring her.
She looked up when she heard her name and realised her father had been talking to her, "I'm sorry what was that?" she asked putting her fork down and trying to show that she was giving her father her full attention.
He smiled warmly at her and cleared his throat, "I was just saying that Teddy seems to have taken a liking to that little girl who lives in the village," he laughed and even though she was still angry she couldn't help but joining in.
"I caught him trying to sneak out today; he had a bundle of biscuits that he'd apparently been accumulating while we weren't looking. Apparently he planned to take them down to her, lucky thing I caught him when I did otherwise I would have had a heart attack."
She looked around as she finished seeing Teddy looking rather sheepish as he took a bite of his food, she couldn't help but laugh as he mumbled something about wanting to share with his girlfriend. It was only as she caught Harry starring at her intensely that the laughter died in her throat. For a moment his green gaze held her and she couldn't look away but eventually he lowered his eyes again and she was able to breathe. She hated when he did that, he would ignore her for hours even days and then suddenly she'd catch him watching her and her heart wanted to explode with pleasure. She could feel the adrenaline rushing through her body quickly followed by a spike of heat that she knew would have her cheeks flaring.
Putting her fork down she pushed away from the table, "excuse me," she said as she turned and walked as calmly as she could from the room.
Molly called after her but she didn't stop, heading outside into the cool evening air. She took a deep breath filling her lungs and trying unsuccessfully to calm her heart beat. Part of her wanted to shake Harry for what he did to her and another part wanted to crawl out of her skin with the need to touch him and be touched by him. She pushed her hands through her hair feeling the shortness of it and wishing she'd left it longer. She'd cut it on impulse after someone had mentioned how much Harry had liked her longer hair. It was stupid and petty but at the time it had made her feel better, now it just made her feel stupid.
She hated that he could make her feel like a little girl with a crush on her idle so easily. No one had ever been able to make her blush like Harry could. She closed her eyes tight as she was assaulted with memories of stolen kisses and lying out in the sun cuddled against his bare chest. Everything between them had always been innocent, since as they had grown older he had grown more and more distant. She could remember though times when she had thought she would go up in flames for the need of his touch. She shuddered as she remembered the feel of his palms pressing into her bare ribs one summer.
Annoyed she picked up the nearest rock and threw it as hard as she could, realising to late that she had aimed at one of the little pot gnomes that her father had picked up for her mother. With a sigh she walked towards the now broken gnome doing her best to pick up all the pieces. She still had no idea why her father had bought this other than it was a muggle custom and he had always been obsessed with muggles.
As she straightened from picking up a partially big piece she realised she wasn't alone. She didn't have to turn to see who it was that had followed her into the garden she could feel his presence like a pressure against her back. Her skin tingled he was so close and with no one else around to dampen his affects he was instantly making her body go haywire.
"What do you want Harry?" she asked without turning as she bent to pick another piece of the gnome up.
Harry watched her bend over and had to swallow to get his voice back. Even in the dying light she looked amazing. In fact the golden red rays of the last of the sun only made her look more beautiful, like something from an old fairytale, a goddess of old come to tempt him from his chosen path.
He didn't know why he had followed her out into the garden after spending so long avoiding being alone together here he was instigating it. But when he had looked at her at the dinner table he had been unable to hold his desire for her back and he knew she had seen it, and for a moment he had seen the desire to mirror his own reflected in her eyes. At that instant he had wanted to reach out to her just to touch her skin, but he had looked away instead. When she had left so abruptly he knew she had been upset by him and his heart hurt at the thought of upsetting her.
"I just wanted to check on you. I didn't mean to upset you, honestly I didn't."
She sighed then and turned to look at him her face sad and tired.
"You never do Harry but somehow you always manage to."
He flinched at her words but they were true, even as he struggled to keep her safe he always managed to be the one to hurt her the most.
He stepped forwards reaching out for a second, but he quickly snatched his hand back pushing it into his pocket. She watched his hand and sighed again as he pulled away from her.
"I really don't mean it Gin, you know that above all else that I would never want to hurt you."
She turned on him then and he could see the anger in her eyes, "no I don't know Harry. I know nothing from you. I thought I knew, but the last few years have taught me how wrong I was," she moved then to push past him and head back inside but his hand shot out faster than she could move and circled her upper arms.
As his hand clamped around her bare arm she felt a shiver of power arch between them. Her whole body felt like jelly at his touch and before she knew what she was doing she had moved to lean into his body. Harry couldn't help but slip his arms around her small frame moulding her body against his. Her head slipped to rest of his shoulder and he lent his cheek against her hair breathing in her amazing floral scent. She smelled like wild flowers in the summer and it comforted him like nothing ever before it. His mind raced with everything he wanted to say, everything he needed to say but he couldn't find the words to do it justice.
Ginny could feel Harry's heartbeat in her chest, could feel it trip as she ran her fingers along his neck until she could reach his hair. Growing a little more daring she pushed her fingers into the long locks and was instantly rewarded by him pushing his head against her hand.
"Ginny I..." he began but she pushed her fingers against his lips.
"Please don't Harry anything that you would say, even well meaning, would spoil this moment," she whispered and was glad when she took her hand away he didn't say anything.
For a few heartbeats they held each other, Harry's arms pressing Ginny into his body so tightly she could barely breathe but she didn't care. She wanted to be crushed against him because she knew times like this were rare and far between now and she had to make the most of them when they did come up. She peered up at him as he played his hand over her shoulders and along her bare back where her top rode low on her shoulders and back. Harry loved tracing his fingers over the smattering of freckles on her creamy skin marvelling at each and every one of them.
Taking a breath and moving before she could lose her nerve Ginny pulled away slightly, but only enough so she could pull his mouth down to hers. For a moment she felt him freeze his body going stiff but a second later his body responded to her demands and he melded his lips against her own. Instantly power arced between them, setting their skin tingling as if tiny shocks of electricity danced in the air around them. Ginny knew full well the power they could raise together when Harry allowed himself a moment to let go, and for once he truly seemed to be lost in the moment.
His hands circled around her back pushing the material of her tank top away from her back so he could place his warm hands against her slightly cooler skin. She pushed her hands into his hair tangling them into the locks and squarely holding him in place. She could feel her stomach muscles tense as one hand moved up to rest against her ribs his fingers almost scorching her skin in their heat.
She pressed into the kiss more, forcing his lips apart so she could probe into his mouth and instantly he was there matching her move for move. Harry could feel the passion rising to an almost uncontrollable level between them and for once he didn't fight it. Something inside of him told him he would need this moment, he needed to cave for once and give her exactly what she wanted or risk things going wrong. He hadn't decided what to do about the charm yet but he knew going forwards that no matter what he would need Ginny at his side.
As he traced his hand across her ribs, brushing against the bottom of her bra she moaned and he felt the response in his body before he could think. He slid his other hand down so he could cup her bottom, and pushed one of his legs between hers, she moved to allow him what he wanted and instantly came into contact with his arousal. She didn't shy away from him, she wasn't a child anymore and this was exactly what she wanted. She rocked her hips slightly pressing into him and was rewarded with a growl deep in his chest. She couldn't help but smile against his lips at that.
Harry was having a hard time thinking as she pressed against him, his zipper coming dangerously close to causing damage, but he didn't want to move her. The feel of her in his arms was so exquisite he didn't think he would ever be able to pull away. He wished above all that they weren't so exposed where they were; he wanted nothing more than to run his hands across her bare skin unhindered and have her do the same.
Suddenly he felt a tug in his stomach and before he could blink they were no longer in the garden. They broke their kiss for a moment to look around only to discover that they were stood in Harry's room. Harry knew without a doubt that he hadn't moved them there and he had a feeling that Ginny hadn't. As he moved slightly away from Ginny so he could have a look around them he felt an arc of power rush through him, pulling a moan of pleasure from his lips and Ginny at the same time. It seemed that she had felt exactly what he was feeling. There was a pull between them more than just on the physical level, apparently even their magic wanted this.
Before he realised what he was doing Harry picked Ginny up urging her to wrap her legs around his waist, which she did easily. He couldn't help but smile at her petite frame and minuscule weight, she really was tiny. He walked the both of them backwards until the backs of his legs hit the bed and he sat down with her in his lap. Ginny wiggled around until she was comfortable drawing a gasped breath from Harry as she settled over him. Indulging in the feel of her skin he leant forwards so he could kiss along her collarbone and she arched her back allowing him better access. He loved the way she seemed to instinctively know where he wanted her and would move without him needed to coax her. It was like she was picking the images clean out of his head.
Harry found that he was a little frustrated at the fabric of her top getting in the way off his exploration, so without thinking he grabbed the hem and in one move swept it over her head leaving her torso bare except for her bra. Somewhere in her lust filled brain Ginny thanked the gods that she had settled on a purple bra with gold trim that matched the knickers she was wearing instead of her normal plane white underwear. Something inside of her must have known she needed to look good today.
Harry's eyes devoured the sight of her in her bra, and he couldn't help but play with the soft golden lace that lay against the mound of her breasts. The colour complemented her perfectly, making her skin seem even creamier. He watched as her eyes flittered closed and she bit at her bottom lip as he pressed his fingers into her skin. He liked that his touch could make her do that and he wanted more. Feeling hotter in his own skin then he had ever done, he moved his hands from her skin just long enough to shrug out of his jacket and pull his t-shirt over his head.
Ginny's eyes widened at the sight of his chest, and she couldn't help but press her fingers against his chiselled stomach. The last time she had seen him without a shirt on had been a few years ago and he had been muscular then, but they had been the muscles of someone who didn't actively work on them. Now it seemed he had taken to toning his body and she couldn't find anything to complain about. Harry could feel her appreciation of his body and he couldn't help but smile. He wanted to scream as she lightly touched him, her fingers barely whispering over his to sensitive skin. She traced a scar across his chest that ran from collar bone to just below his ribs, but didn't say anything. She knew he had many scars like this from attacks both pre and post war. He was the boy who lived after all, but as she looked up at his face she realised they should amend that title to the man who lived because there was nothing boyish left in him.
Leaning forward so she pressed her chest against his bare one, she captured his lips again steeling his sanity. His hands moved of their own accord flicking the clasp of her bra so that it snapped open and loosened its hold on her breasts. She wiggled again pressing herself closer to him as he slid his fingers under the straps of her bra and slid them slowly down her arms. Breaking the kiss Ginny sat back so that he could get a full view as the bra fell from her skin and he pulled it to one side to drop off the bed unwanted now.
The sight of her stole his breath away and he couldn't help the smile that tugged at his lips which she easily returned. Slowly he reached up cupping her breasts in his hands and feeling the softness of them. A moan escaped her lips as once against she bit her bottom lip. He felt her nipples harden under his touch and couldn't help but experiment by flicking his fingers lightly over one. When she wiggled against him again forcing the breath from his lungs once more he knew he was on the right track. He leant down to kiss across the swell of her breasts and slowly dipped his head until he could take her nipple into his mouth.
She gasped as Harry's lips moved over her nipple and couldn't help it when she dug her fingers into his bare shoulder. He was driving her mad, his every touch burning and sending electricity right to the core of her. Her jeans felt too tight and constricting as she pushed against him and she wanted nothing more than to have them gone. Seemingly reading her mind, Harry slipped his hands under her bottom again and stood just long enough for him to be able to flip her onto the bed.
Ginny lay before him completely ready for whatever he wanted to do and that thought made him grow harder. As he watched she kicked off her sandals and slowly undid the button and fly of her jeans. Her fingers paused there with the material open enough to see that she was wearing a matching pair of knickers, and his fingers itched to rip the pants from her.
Kneeling down so that his knees where either side of her legs he pushed her fingers away and ran his own along the elastic of her knickers. Ginny felt her eyes close and she arched her back pushing harder against his hand. Instantly his hands spanned her waist, slipping inside of her jeans and in one swift move he pulled them down and off leaving her in nothing but her knickers.
He pulled away from her for a moment then, long enough to appreciate the sight that lay before him. She truly was the most magnificent thing he had ever seen. Quickly he kicked off his own shoes and pulled off his socks as best he could. She laughed lightly as he lost his balance and had to catch himself on the headboard of the bed or risk falling over. He shot her a dirty look which only made her laugh harder. But once he had managed to remove his socks and his hands moved to his fly her laughter died. She pushed herself up then and batted his hands away wanting this pleasure for herself.
She slid the leather of his belt back easily enough noting that his buckle was a silver phoenix, but her mind was more concerned with what lay under it. She easily flicked the clasp of his jeans and pulled down the zipper. She could see that he was wearing a pair of black briefs underneath and as she tugged at his jeans the underwear stayed in place. As she tugged the material fell to pool at his feet and he easily stepped out of them.
With one hand against her shoulder he pushed her back and crawled along her body pressing his skin against her wherever he could. She moaned again and arched her hips up so that her core came in full contact with his manhood. For a moment sparks exploded behind Harry's eyes so he lost sight of her but when they cleared she was laid beneath him panting.
"That wasn't fair," he growled and dipped his head to suckle at one of her nipples satisfied by her shocked intake of breath.
As he did this his hand dipped to caress along her thigh and he could feel her muscles quaking at his touch. He slid his fingers over the sensitive skin on the inside of her thigh, until he reached the edge of her knickers. He tickled his fingers across the edge feeling the lace and using it to heighten the sensations she was feeling. She arched up again but this time he was ready for her, his hand stopping her before she could bang against him again. A small whimper passed her lips as he denied what she wanted but it only made him smile harder.
Maddeningly slowly he dipped his fingers past the lace of the material and caressed at the corner of her patch of curls. She wanted to scream at the feel but bit the inside of her lip knowing if she started she wouldn't be able to stop. Slowly he spread his fingers until he found what he wanted and moved the tip of his finger down through her curls until he touched that most sensitive part of a woman's body. It didn't take much she was so sensitive, all he had to do was slide his finger across that bundle of nerves a few times and she fractured beneath him as the orgasm took her.
Harry felt the waves of pleasure ripple through Ginny's body and he smiled. He wanted her to feel as good as possible, and knew that at some point it would hurt her a little since he knew for a fact that she was still a virgin. There had been no one but him for his Ginny and at that point he was glad of that, he was too possessive and if there had been any other before him he would have likely tracked that man down and ripped his throat out.
As the waves of pleasure subsided, he pushed his fingers against her again this time probing deeper until he found her opening already wet and ready for him. He shivered at the feel of her and had to keep his mind solely on the idea of giving her as much pleasure as possible or he would have caved and collapsed on top of her then and there.
Carefully making sure not to hurt her he pushed one finger inside of her and she called his name in pleasure. Once he was sure it wasn't hurting her he added another and pumped slightly sending shivers of pleasure through her body. Leaning over he leant on his elbow so he could use his other hand to reach up and tickle one of her tight nipples. She shivered with pleasure again and he knew she liked it when he played with her nipples. Noting that for later he pumped his fingers again causing her to cry out. He could feel her muscles tightening around his fingers and knew she was becoming accustomed to them. He worked at those muscles stretching them out as much as possible without hurting her. He wanted her to be able to take all of him and he didn't know how long he would be able to keep his calm once he was inside of her.
"Harry please," she begged and he wanted to laugh at the note of desperation.
Slowly he pulled his fingers out and she sighed at the feel of it. He was doing things to her that she hadn't thought possible; his fingers seemed to be electrified sending a buzz of tingles through her. As she watched him he pulled her knickers off and she didn't even have a second of shyness as she lay completely bared beneath him. He pressed his palms against her legs urging her to spread them further for him and he then settled himself between them.
On impulse before he could do anything she reached out and caressed her hand against his member, feeling the heat and strength of the appendage. Harry gripped her legs his fingers biting into her skin as she caressed him and he knew if she carried on much more he wouldn't last long. Before he could say anything though her fingers slipped inside the material of his underwear until she was able to hold him in her hand.
"Ginny!" he growled but she didn't move.
She liked the feel of him in her hands and she wanted more. Slipping her hand back she pushed him backwards slightly until his knees were off the bed and he was resting against it. Taking a breath she hooked her fingers in his waist band and pushed them down instantly freeing him. She couldn't help but gasp at the sight of him heavy and hard ready for her. It was a little intimidating seeing him completely nude but all she wanted was more. He easily shimmied out of his underwear and then he was pushing her back onto the bed.
She moved backwards slowly until her head hit the pillows and came to rest there. He slid his way up her body until he was directly over her, the tip of him pushing against her entrance. He felt her nails rack across his back only heightening the pleasure and he wanted nothing but more of her. As he hovered there ready to push into her he caught her gaze and held it.
"I love you," he said suddenly and a little tentatively.
Her mind cleared of the lust then and he could see it in her eyes as her gaze became crystal sharp. With a smile she slipped her hands up to cup his face, "I love you too," she said before placing a light but wonderful kiss against his lips.
He smiled then and knew that no matter what for the moment this was exactly where he was supposed to be. He caressed a hand down over her breasts and across her flat stomach until he reached the curve of her hip. Swiftly he dipped his hand into her curls and got the exact affect he was looking for.
As before she arched her back, but this time when she did the tip of him slid into her body. She gasped at the feel of him entering her, but urged him forwards. He moved slowly knowing that her body had to become accustomed to the feel of him. He gripped her hips locking her in place knowing she had the urge to wiggle them, but he knew they had to move slowly if only at first. He pushed further into her until he reached the barrier he had been expecting. Locking eyes with her he pushed forwards through that thin barrier. He saw a flash of pain in her eyes, but as he moved that was quickly washed away. He began to pull out of her again and she protested at the feel of him leaving her, but he only smiled and pushed back into her again. Slowly his hips began to pick up speed and he let go of her hips so that she could match him move for move.
They eventually found a rhythm that suited the both of them and soon enough Harry could feel the tightness in his groin growing. He pulled Ginny up then off the bed so that he was on his knees and she had her legs wrapped around his hips. From this angle the core of her pressed against him and she gasped as a spark of electricity fizzled through her body. He held her easily one hand under her bottom for support the other going up to cup her right breast. As he rocked her in a perfect rhythm he stroked his thumb over her nipple teasing it into a peek. When he had her exactly how he wanted he leant down and sucked the nipple into his mouth. She yelled out in pleasure then, her fingernails once again digging into his shoulders.
He used the mask of her pleasure to surge forwards faster and harder and when she didn't protest at that he pushed into her even faster. Ginny could feel her muscles begin to contract and was glad that he had given her one orgasm before they started or she knew she wouldn't have been able to hold on. She wanted nothing more at the moment then to tip over that edge with Harry. She could feel his hips becoming more and more urgent, his movements losing some of their rhythm as he started to fracture. Ginny pulled his head up then so that she could see into his eyes and kissed him as he surged forwards one last time.
Ginny cried out as he touched the deepest part of her and sent her over the edge into a rippling orgasm like nothing she had felt before. Harry felt her muscle contract around him and knew he couldn't fight it anymore and gave himself over to the pressure building in his body. With the final thrust he yelled out Ginny's name as his own orgasm took him and he filled her body with his seed. He felt his mind shatter and his whole body shiver with power. He felt the sparks of power in the very air they breathed but he couldn't think past how good it felt.
It took some time for them to come back down to earth and when they did it was to find themselves slick with sweat and panting hard. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry and rested her cheek against his shoulder. Harry gathered her close unwilling to pull them apart just yet and held her as their heart beats calmed. Eventually they were breathing normally and Ginny tugged away slightly letting Harry know she wanted to get down.
Carefully he slid his body until her bottom came in contact with the bed and then with even more care he slid out of her. She gasped at the feel of him leaving her body and gripped his arms. Once he was free of her Harry collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold himself up anymore. Instantly Ginny slipped in besides him, wrapping one leg over his and rested her head on his chest. As his heart beat steadily away she felt the rhythm of it sucking her under until she felt like she was wadding against an oncoming tide and couldn't keep her eyes open anymore.
Harry listened as Ginny's breathing became deeper and steadier and he knew she had dropped off. Mentally he tested the wards that he had long ago put around the room, thankful that there were holding. Hopefully that meant that no one who happened to be in the house was the wiser to what had happened. He hoped Molly and Arthur had taken Teddy for that walk they had been planning after dinner and as for George well there was nothing he could go about that. If the wards worked right no one would have heard a thing. But as he lay tangled with the love of his life he couldn't bring himself to care. He let the warmth of her settle into his body and eventually a wave of tiredness sucked him under and he fell asleep with Ginny wrapped in his arms.
Sometime in the night Ginny woke Harry and they made passionate love falling asleep just before dawn. She had never been so happy in her life but she couldn't help but feel that there was a storm cloud on the horizon that she would have to deal with. For the moment she luxuriated in the small aches in her body as she stretched along Harry's body and let sleep take her again.