Note on reviews: I don't care if you flame me or praise me. I'm just writing this cuz i can. any thing you'd like to see, have happen, just say. I might work it in. Want anything gone, just say. (even though im still going to keep it evil cackle) so review. Tell me what ya think
Also, I only own a REALLY messed up mind
Harry's eyes jolted open. The sun was just filtering in from a the window in the girls dorm, casting everything in a warm golden glow. Ginny's hair was spread into a lusturous fan behind her, turning it to a beautiful fire. Harry couldn't help but stroke it... and gaze at Ginny's beautiful face. A small ray of sunshine bathed Ginny in a golden warmth, bringing a smile to her face.
Harry chuckled quietly, "I'm glad you approve sister," Harry made his way over to the window and looked out. He tilted his head as if listening to someone, "Yes sister, I know you've been bugging me about making a move since forever," he chuckled again, "Don't rub it in to much." Harry listened for a second and frowned, "If it pleases you, please aleart me of anyother threats to her. I'll let you return your eyes elsewhere. And to you." Harry bowed to the window and returned to Ginny's bed.
Ginny was begining to stir softly. He kissed her gently, "Morning my love."
"Morning Harry," Ginny mumbled a broad smile across her face. Harry smiled back and slid into the bed with her. They laid there for a moment gazing at each other. Then a evil smile played across Harry's lips.
"How deeply do these other girls sleep?"
Ginny giggled, "Well, I'm not sure, but we could find out."
Harry's grin grew as he closed the curtains around the bed. Ginny sat up and watched him lovingly. Harry slid his hand down Ginny's face, down her neck, and rested lightly on her chest. Desire burned in Harry's eyes as he searched Ginny's eyes for any sign that she didn't want him to touch her like that. Harry fought with himself shortly, and lost. He gripped the flimsy cloth of Ginny's night shirt, and tore it from her chest. Ginny's chest rose and fell seducingly, her perfect breasts shivering slightly with her ragged breaths. They were just begging Harry to take them in his hands and mouth. Harry's hand returned to her bare chest, caressing her. His hand twiched with the desire to close around that wonderful taunting breast. Her hand was suddenly ontp of his, squeezing. Harry couldn't resist, he kissed Ginny deeply while his hands explored her body more throughly. He tore the cloth hiding her core and sent his hands exploring.
Harry could feel his member straining the limits of his pants, wanting the moist core his hand was exploring. Harry watched with desire tearing at him as Ginny closed her eyes and laid back, moaning ever so slightly as he curled his fingers just so. He reached his other hand up to grasp her beautiful breasts, her core getting wetter with every grasp anf thrust.
Again Harry lost the fight with himself and removed his hands from her, only to place his face between her legs and thrust his tongue into her. Harry placed his hands Ginny's hips and forced his tongue deeper. It was like nothing Harry had ever eaten. She tasted like she smelled, delicious. In some ways it was like kissing her, but wetter. Harry felt a tug on his hair and tore himself from Ginny's core. He looked at her heaving for breath trying to find what he had done wrong. Ginny's hand tightened in his hair.
"God, stop teasing me and fuck me!" Ginnys voice was a breathless whisper, but those words and how she said them awoke something in him. He had to fuck her. Now! Harry tore at his clothes, trying to get them off two seconds ago. With his member free, Harry placed it at her core, a shiver runnign down his spine as he felt her moist curls with his firm member. Ginny shuddered benethe him, reinforcing his desire. He thrust himself in. It was different from yesterday. Somehow there was more passion, more desire. Both reached their peak earlier. Sweat was glazing them both as cum was shot deep into Ginny and all over Harry.
They both shuddered for breath as they cuddled together.
"That was amazing!" Ginny was curlded up to Harry's heaving chest.
Harry kissed her on her forhead, "No kidding."
They laid there side by side for a moment before Harry dug out his wand and repaired their clothes. They both slowly clothed themselves and peaked out the curtains to see if they had woken the other girls. They were all still asleep, at least, it looked like it. Ginny giggled again.
"I don't know about you, but I'm up now."
Harry chuckled, "I am to, but I better get out of here before they do wake up."
"Do you have to?" Ginny was suddenly depressed.
"I don't want to, but probably be best if I did."
"Ok."
"I love you." Harry kissed Ginny one last time and sneeked out the room.
Dean was shivering in his seat. He was trying to eat, but his shivering was so bad he couldn't get the food to his mouth. Everyone was staring at him. They had all heard of his raving about how Harry was a demon, but they had also heard the names he had called Ginny and Harry going ape shit on his ass. Everyone just thought Harry had hit Dean really hard, but Dean knows what he saw. He knew Harry had turned into a demon, scales and all. He knew Harry had killed him and somehow brought him back to life. He wasn't losing his mind. Was he? Maybe Harry had only hit him pretty hard like everyone says... NO! Harry was a demon and he had killed Dean.
"So, my brother sent you to me hu?"
Dean jolted in his seat. How could he have forgoten that? That guy who was worse then the Devil had said my brother. Had he ment Harry? He must have. Harry was the one who killed him. Harry and that man were brothers!He had to tell everyone.
Dean jumped up onto the table, imediately getting everyones attention.
"Students of Hogwarts! I know you have all heard what Harry did yesterday! I know you all think me crazy! But Harry really is a demon! I can even prove it! Yesterday Harry killed me! Don't scoff! He really did! I felt him break every bone and spill all my blood! After that I found myself staring into bottomless pits of eyes! Damn... what did he call himself? Oh! Now I remember! When I thought, THOUGHT, he was the Devil! He read my thoughts and told me he was not the Devil! But the reigning King of the Underworld and all Death! And he called Harry his brother! Don't laugh! It's true! It really happened!" By now evyerone was laughing and making rude signs at him. The teachers only looked at him with concern. Dean got off the table and stormed out. He was storming up the stairs when he heard a shout.
"Dean? Right?" a couple Slytherins were behind him. Dean reconized Malfoy's blonde hair.
"Ya, who's asking?"
"We wanted to talk to you about this Harry is a demon thing. Don't worry. We beleive you. We just want to know more about this...
"Please! Mercy! We beg of you!"
Canage was everywhere. What was once a nicely furnished mansion, was now a gallery of death. Blood was soaking into everything, every furnishing was splintered or turned to dust, even walls had been reduced to ruble. A gaggle of high status men in blood soaked clothes were on their knees begging for mercy, from a demon.
"You were planing to kill my love. Even thinking to harm her is punishable by death in my book." the demon took a menicing step forward, cracking the stone beneath his talons. His dragon-like muzzle dripping with blood and twisted into a sarl. His leathery green wings spread to their full span, blocking the only escape compleatly.
"We had no idea she was your love we were persuing!"
"And that makes it ok!" the words were thrown in a tramendous roar, shaking the already fragile building.
"No! It doesn't! But please! Sire! If you let us live! We swear we will protect her like we protect our own loves!"
The demon thought for a second, "Do you so swear?" The men gibbered their yeses, "Ok," the demon before them shifted shape. Scales turned ot skin, leathery wings grew feathers, horns and claws retracted. Before them now was a golden angel with magnificent gold robes and wings. Prismatic emerald eyes now gazed at them in forgiveness. "Protect my love as if she was your own. If you do as such I shall bless your families. If you do not, however, I shall give into hate and destroy everything your filthy hands have ever touched." The angel turned to leave.
"Wait! May I ask you one question more?" the angel paused and nodded his head, "Sire, how are you able to shift from the darkest hate to the purest love? I thought you can only be one or the other?"
"Yes, that is true, but if you look at a symbol of Yin and Yang, you will see a line. The line that seperates them, and contains them. I am that line. I am the darkest dark and the brightest light and yet neither. I am the one that keeps them balanced," with that a burst of light exploded from the angel's chest. Funiture was reasambled, bodys put back together, and life back into the bodies, "There. The damage I have done in my rage is repaired. The evil comited is balanced by the good. I must return to my love now. Remember, protect her as if she was your own love, or hate will twist me and I will kill you all," the angel's wings slammed through the air, lifting his body. "Always remember!"
The angel disapeared in a flash of light, blinding the men and their newly reserected friends.
Ginny was gliding to her first class, intermittent with slight limps from taking every inch of Harry. She was still smiling, how could she stop? Why would she want to? The day before she and Harry and made passionate love, Harry and defended her (even if she was fully capeable to do it herself), then she had slept in Harry's arms, and woke up to have amazing sex! Ginny sighed in contentment. How could any of this go wrong?
