Some Fantastic
Chapter Three
I want to be with You.
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Warning: This chapter contains sexual situations, if you don't like it...don't read!
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Harry found himself pacing frantically around Ginny's room not but moments later. Despite the fact that she had maintained a constant connection with him during her meeting he still felt a part of him was missing. He never felt so wild in all his life. At that very moment he was unsure of what he was capable of doing. He knew he could hurt someone but whether or not he would have had the will to stop before he killed, he didn't know. The feeling was overwhelming him. His kind were supposed to be capable of great evil, and he didn't honestly believe it until now. It was causing him physical pain to keep himself locked in Ginny's room.
Harry, I'll be home in a few minutes. Jamie, Erin and I are talking about the VLG, I'll explain more in a bit but it looks like Erin may be going to work for the Ministry. Ginny mentally told Harry.
I don't care if he's the new Headmaster of Hogwarts just come home soon. Harry pleaded, fighting the tears forming in his eyes and his desire to rip down the house.
Stop it Harry! You're going to make me cry, don't forget that our emotions are connected I know how your feeling at all times. I know this is hard but it's something I have to do for myself. Time apart is necessary for a good relationship. We are just wrapping up; I'll be home in just a moment.
Harry sat at the edge of his bed listening to the creak of the stairs as Ginny climbed them. His left leg was jutting up and down on the ball of his foot, a nervous twitch he never noticed before. The door swished open and Ginny walked in looking pleasantly calm. Harry stood up the moment the door closed and walked over to her.
"How can you stand it?" Harry asked, standing so close he could feel her breath.
"I can't Harry, but I have too. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life tied to your hip. We need this time apart. It will be good for us." Ginny tried to step away from Harry so she could change her clothes.
Harry wouldn't let her move, "I don't think it will be good for me, I nearly went crazy."
"But Harry I..." Ginny was cut off as Harry pressed himself into her and caught her lips with his. Their skin burned with pleasure as Ginny relaxed and melted into his arms. "Harry..." Ginny said heavily when she released for air, "Don't think that I'm going to stop going to the Ministry for you."
Harry wrapped his arms around her and looked into her eyes, clear desire written on his face. "And don't think I'm going to sit around waiting for you either."
Ginny lowered her arms to the hem of Harry's shirt, smiled then pulled it up and over his head revealing his pale skinned chest. Harry smiled back at her as she ran her hands over his chest. Harry pulled her into him and kissed her neck, feeling her blood pulsing. His natural urge to sink his fangs into her was rising. He hated himself for it but he could remember the taste of her blood and it was the sweetest thing on earth, he wanted more.
"You know, the last time we did this is didn't work out so well." Harry said still nuzzled into her neck.
"It will be different, I promise." With that Ginny pulled her own shirt off, revealing a red lace bra. Harry kissed her again as he wrapped his arms around her, lifted her up and rested her sweetly on the bed.
Harry tried to be sweet and gentle, but as he planted kisses on her body the only thing he could think of was ripping her pants off, putting himself inside her and drinking from her greedily. The urge to be rough and fast was driving him insane. He felt himself kissing her faster and breathing deeper. He never wanted anything more in his life and he wanted so much of her his body and mind was going crazy. He had to force himself to slow down before he hurt her. But the moment he did a rush of need pushed through him that he was sure wasn't his own emotion.
"Don't slow down!" Ginny demanded, breathing deeply. Ginny pushed Harry off of her rather roughly then undid her pants and kicked them off. Harry realized that she had no desire to take anything slowly so he followed suite and removed the rest of his clothing. Harry was even more stunned when she pulled on his shoulders, digging her nails into his skin and pulled him on top of her.
Harry couldn't stand it any longer, the need was too great. He rested himself over her, putting his weight on his palms and entered her with a hard thrust. At the same time he leaned down and took her breast into his mouth, sucking on it as he moved in and out of her. Without permission he opened his mouth, released his fangs and sank them into the creamy skin of her breast. Ginny cried out with a mixture of pain and pleasure but didn't fight him.
Harry had to force himself to pull away from her before he sucked her dry, something his body was screaming at him to do. In that very moment he never felt more animalistic in his life. He no longer felt human, but a beast ready to devourer her. Harry lowered himself and nuzzled into her neck the moment he did a searing pain jolted down his body then he realized that Ginny was returning the favor. He could feel her fangs buried deep into his neck, pulling him into her. The feeling was amazing.
It was the greatest moment of his life, they were no longer two people, they were one. When Ginny climaxed and screamed his name, Harry felt everything she did, every burst of energy, every release and the steady fall back down as they struggled to gain control on their breathing. They clung to each other, not moving for what felt like hours. It was well into the morning and even though the room was dark the suns energy was starting to weaken them both.
Harry rolled over and pulled her into him so that he could look into her eyes. "That was..."
"Amazing." Ginny finished for him still breathless.
"Ginny..."
"Humm?" She replied groggily.
"Will you marry me?"
Ginny's eyes opened wide as she scanned his face. "You mean it? I mean we're sort of already married in the vampire world but you want to.."
"Yeah the whole thing, a wedding, a party...all of it. What do ya think?" Harry asked.
Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as she pulled him into her body, "Yes."
Harry kissed her and had the desire to pull her into his arms and take her again and again until the sun set but the sound of shuffling feet and doors opening meant that the rest of the house was awake now and considering the sounds that Ginny could produce during sex he didn't want to risk being heard. So instead he rested his head and closed his eyes, willing himself to sleep.
Several hours later Harry awoke with a start as a frantic pounding came from Ginny's door. He sat up, rubbed his eyes and looked around the room. Who would bother me now? Trying not to wake Ginny he slipped out of bed slowly and found his boxers on the floor. He slipped them on and went to the door. He opened it slowly for fear of a blast of sunlight. Barely sticking his eye and nose out the door he was shocked to see Tracy from the VLG standing there, dressed in complete black, not an inch of skin showing. Her face was just a shadow under her hood.
"Tracy, what the..." Harry started.
"I'm so sorry Harry but you know I wouldn't have come here if it wasn't important." Tracy said with the air of panic on her voice.
Harry opened the door and let her in, closing it quickly behind her. Harry went over and woke Ginny up; making sure that the bed sheet covered her body. Harry watched her as she rubbed her eyes and looked at Tracy with disgust at being woke up. "So, what is it Tracy?"
Tracy clearly looked uncomfortable at being in a room with two almost completely naked people. "Umm, well. Jamie has disappeared. When Erin got back from the ministry last night he went to The Leaky Cauldron then to Jamie's house to tell him that he was stepping down as Vice President of the VLG to work for the Ministry, but he couldn't find him. Jamie had said that he was going home, but he wasn't there. Erin left hours ago. A few of the VLG are out looking for him, it's been hard because it's daytime and all, but we're pushing through it. He always goes right home right after his meetings. We have to find him! Without Jamie we have no one. You guys are still new, you have no idea what he means to that group if something is wrong with him or he's d..."
Harry could tell she couldn't bring herself to think of the worst fate Jamie could have suffered. "It's going to be okay Tracy. We will come and help with the search. How well was his house searched? Did he leave any notice that he would be leaving or anything?"
"I don't know, I have been sitting in our office waiting for news. I just couldn't sit there any longer. I had to do something and the first person I thought of was you. You have to find him Harry!" Tracy was practically begging now.
"Alright, calm down." Harry said as he pulled Ginny's desk chair out and offered it to Tracy who choose to remain standing. "Let's start at his house, then go to the Leaky Cauldron and check all the VLG's rooms in case he is hiding out for some reason. Ginny and I will get dressed and meet you downstairs."
"I'm sure we will find him, I saw him last night too. He seemed just fine then." Ginny added.
Tracy took a deep breath and rubbed her eyes with her palms. "Thank you Harry and Ginny, sorry if I'm a little jumpy...it's just that...well...never mind. I'll meet you downstairs." She shot Ginny a smile, opened the door and closed herself on the other side.
Ginny smiled as if she knew something Harry didn't then stood up to get dressed. "I bet you anything that he's out drinking or something. It can't be easy running this crazy group of vampires and misfits."
"Why are you smiling? What do you...oh! Wait a second, you don't think..." Harry said.
"That Tracy and Jamie are involved...I don't know but a woman doesn't get that hysterical over something unless it's deeply personal. I know she is highly involved with the VLG but I think there is more to Tracy than we know." Ginny stated as she pulled on a pair of black pants from her dresser.
Ten minutes later, Harry and Ginny were dressed from head to toe in black garb and ready to hunt with Tracy. They said a quick goodbye to the Weasley's, left Ron and Hermione a note as they were still sleeping and headed out the door. There was a slight chill to the air and a good amount of clouds in the sky but not enough to block out the suns deadly energy. It was the first time Harry and Ginny had been out during the day since their transitions. The sun was exhausting. Even though there skin was protected it still drained them both.
"Where does Jamie live?" Ginny asked as she wrapped an arm around Harry's waist for support.
"He has an apartment over headquarters, I know it's been searched already but we can go look around." Tracy replied. "Meet me outside of the building." With a loud pop, she vanished.
Jamie's apartment was small, drafty and covered with black. Everything from the thick curtains, to the couch, kitchen table and counter tops were coated in solid black. It was like a house of death, Harry thought. He had to remind himself that technically, they were dead. After the shock of the complete darkness, Harry started to look around. He searched the bedroom, bathroom, kitchen looking for any sign of a struggle or that he had left for some reason...nothing. It was as normal looking as any living space, fairly clean, a few dirty dishes and a pile of unwashed garments in a hamper. Harry couldn't find a single clue of any sort.
Harry, don't make it noticeable but look over at the couch. Ginny said mentally to Harry.
Harry jumped slightly at the use of their mental connection; he still wasn't completely use to it. Harry looked over at the couch as told and tried not to smile at a silk, rather Gothic looking, black night gown draped over the arm. On the side table sat a small overnight bag with red trim on black and an etched letter "T" on the side. Harry looked away from it quickly and shot Ginny a knowing look. "Well, I guess let's head over to The Leaky Cauldron and search the rooms there."
As they were heading out the door, Ginny caught Tracy snatching up her nightgown and shoving it her bag before she walked out the door with them. Harry and Ginny pretended not to notice a thing. After a quick walk down the street, cowering from the sun, the three of them made their way into the dark, welcoming interior of The Leaky Cauldron. Harry shot the barman a quick smile and they headed up the stairs.
"So when are you two moving back in here? I know you went to the Burrow after the battle with Malincov to heal but we figured you would return with us." Tracy said.
"Well, I had planed on going back to Lupin's place soon but now that Ginny and I are..." Harry trailed off...he didn't exactly want Tracy to be the first one to know of Harry and Ginny's engagement.
"What Harry means," Ginny started, "Is that we don't know what our plans are just yet."
"Oh, alright. It's none of my business anyways." Tracy said as she continued to climb to the top floor. "If you do decide to come back just let us know, your room is still open. Of course we have been here awhile; it's about time for us to be finding another place to stay."
Harry stepped off onto the top floor landing and looked around. Something didn't feel right to him; the halls were dead silent which made the creaky floor echo badly. With around twenty VLG members living here it was normally a place of high activity and commotion. He figured that they were all out looking for Jamie but something still made the hairs on his neck stand up. As they walked down the hall the sound of faint whispering was coming from the very last room, Erin's room.
Harry quickened his pace and headed for the room. He could just make out a few of the whispers when someone stuck their head out from the doorway and looked at Harry. He shook his head frantically as if to say, "don't come in here." But Harry pushed past him and into the room. The moment he did he wished he hadn't. It was the most gruesome thing he had ever seen. In the middle of the room was a large pool of deep red blood, bloody foot prints were stomped hear and there. And lying on the bed with a gash across his neck and looking drained of every ounce of bodily fluid was Erin Lovegood.
