Golden sunlight slipped through the window and fell soft and warm across the four teens. It had always been her favorite way to wake up, slowly as the darkness behind her eyelids turned red and consciousness crept into dreams. Today she didn't want to wake up, she had had the most wonderful night of dreams. They were increasingly hard to hold onto as her subconscious fell away into that part of the mind where it waits for you and nightfall. She could hold on to the feelings, theses dreams were happy and almost as warm as the sunbeams, of that she was sure. The whole family was alive and well and Harry was wrapped around her...
Wait..what was wrapped around her? Full awareness crashed down on her like a wave you weren't expecting when you were floating in the ocean; Sudden and violently. She could tell she was curled into a ball on her side, that was unusual...She was a stomach sleeper...And her face was pressed into something soft and warm that moved in a slow rhythm, and it was wrapped around her waist...Cautiously and slowly she opened her eyes, and took in her waking dream.
Harry. He had stayed and held her all night..he had kept the bad dreams away. How she knew this was beyond her but her prince charming was always saving her. She pulled back slightly to better take in his sleeping face. In the past it had been her job of waking him from sleep, but never when he was hers, and always when they were in a hurry. Looking at him now in all his beauty she made a decision to memorize him, just like this.
His glasses weren't on, more then likely they rested on her night stand behind them. Dark messy hair tumbled across his forehead and behind him. His lashes laid just above his cheek, they were so incredibly long..why was it boys had such long lashes? And they all curled perfectly.. girls had to use instruments of torture to get lashes like those. His jaw line was stronger and more defined then she remembered, it looked determined and prepared, proof of the last year of hardship he had endured in his waning childhood.
Then her eyes fell on the only feature of Harry that could ever hope to rival his bright flashing green eyes; his lips. They were soft, pink, inviting, and serenely parted as his breath rushed past them. She slid her arm out of his embrace and ran a finger tip over them. Electricity pulsed from the small area of contact through her veins, eliciting a small gasp to rush out of her own.
Ginny had always studied people, and she had long ago noticed how people had a regular expression. The expression they wore when asleep or when they weren't expressing anything at all. She had seen it on people walking down streets, driving cars, listening to lectures.. Most held their mouths in a straight line, with a slight downward pull to the corners. But not Harry. No, no matter what he lived through his mouth still gracefully turned up at the corners in a smile that wasn't at all forced. Her mum had once told her that the weight of peoples' lives pulled down their smiles into those grim expressions. At this moment she made it her life's mission to keep that lilt to his sweet face.
Continuing to rub her finger softly across his lips while she studied him, she now guided it down his jaw line and into his hair where she entwined her fingers with the soft length of it. He was hers now, they were together again and he didn't have to go away on anymore death dealing adventures. Warm chocolate eyes fell back upon his lips. If she were to uncurl and stretch up just a bit she could kiss them with her own. Temptation flowed through her, and true to her Weasley heritage she couldn't resist. She moved slowly, her movements controlled so as not to jar him awake. Then all she had to do was tilt slightly and drink in the wondrous feeling their kisses drugged her with.
It took mere moments before his lips started moving against hers, causing her eyes to fly open in surprise, to see that his remained closed. Trust... that's what that was, and knowing exactly who it was with you, kissing you, loving you. Her eyelids fell down to steal the beautiful image of him from her and replace it with overwhelming sensations from the intensifying kiss. It was growing, becoming hotter, and she was nurturing it. She reached for his hair with her other hand, gripping and playing with it, and pulling him closer. His arm adjusted around her to hold her closer it seemed and then he rolled to put her over him. Her legs instinctively positioned on each side of his, so she straddled him and still it got hotter. His tongue licked at her lips in a silent request for admittance and she parted them to invite him in.
He was gentle, and soft as he lapped at her own mouth, but he slid in and out and around as if he owned her soft opening. If she was to be honest he did. Harry Potter was her first love, and he had never been anything else, though for most of their time at hogwarts she had settled for his friendship.
They had snogged before of course but it had never been this intense. Needing to be more of a participant she gently slid her tongue over his and sighed as it curled around with his erotically. Her breath was coming fast and unevenly with a moan building against her will for silence. Ron and Hermione would hear on the next bed if her passion was lent a voice. With no other way to act out she arched her back; causing her hips to move and grind her into Harry.
She felt as he tensed, and tried to shift her, but it was too late she had felt him. He was hard, and pushing at her warmth through their clothing. She opened her eyes and looked at him, never stopping her lips. Pools of electric green met her brown this time and stared back at her with some expression... what was that... Apology? Ha! She would have laugh at him if she could but she was far to interested in what she was doing presently. Again she rocked her hips forward and back once, their mouths still flirting, his eyes heated and she felt her love's hips raise under her.
Wickedness over took her. He was at her mercy, and she was going to take advantage of it.
Swiftly she grabbed him around his wrists and went to move them to either side of his supine form. She braced herself to restrain him there but he didn't fight, he'd never really been able to refuse her anything. Holding his green eyes with her brown ones she leaned down on her arms then slid her bottom across him and let her lips wander from his... down that strong jawline... and to his ear. "I love you." she whispered there, delighted in how a shiver ran down him and brought him off the bed and pressed his strong length into her more.
When he fell back to the bed, it caused one of the springs to creak horrendously. They both froze before turning guiltily to the other couple in the next bed. Fearing that they were coming to.. quickly Harry wrapped her into him and turned them back to their sides nearly to the position they had been asleep in.
His head however was right in front of hers and she snuggled into the side of his face so his lips rested next to her ear. "Don't move. Pretend you're asleep." she gave the smallest nod of accent and focused on looking asleep. Surely they would realize she wasn't though! Her breath came in excited gasps, and her skin was hot and flushed. Then there was Harry. He was holding her so tightly to him, she could still feel his excitement, and his own rapid breathing.
"Mmm sef ha lam" she heard Ron mutter, still moderately asleep, and the bed squeak as he repositioned, she would bet with Hermione held to him. She tried to fight back the snicker that came on but it slipped out quietly, to be joined with one of Harry's own. He leaned his lips to her ear and whispered.
"Promise me something." Now what could he be wanting now... Merlin only knows. Her brown eyes narrowed suspiciously
"Depends. what do you want?" His lips brushed across her own as he whispered
"Wake me every morning this way for the rest of our lives."
She leaned back so she could look at him better, his green eyes happy and excited. "Of course!" she cried and jumped up to kiss him more fully.
Accepting her joy was never difficult for him, in fact he seemed to take and give equally. It only lasted a few moments before he sat them up and placed her a few inches away. She knew her expression was one of hurt, and it didn't help when he chuckled at her. He took her hand and intertwined their fingers firmly, then leaned in and kissed the pout on her mouth.
"I just want to make sure we are on the same piece of parchment and that we do this right, Gin. We are together, a couple, right?"
She nodded furiously squeezing his hand. "There was a doubt?"
"No, I just want to make sure you want me, you silly bird. You must know you're the only girl for me!"
"Yeah that's why I was so keen on you taking that trollop Cho with her beady eyes and mop head to Ravenclaw tower the other night..." she quipped.
Confusion colored his face..."I thought you just liked Luna better..Thought she would have been more help... You wh... You thought I...that she... would seduce me while I was trying to stop the battle with Voldermort?" His eyes were stunned and disbelieving.
Heat rose up her skin, in a glorious red flush she was convinced. She dropped her eyes away from him. "You fancied her before me... And she had finally stopped crying all the time like a screaming banshee..." the words fell in embarrassed and fearful mumbles.
Harry released her hand and fear grabbed her full on. There it was then. He saw what a jealous worthless little girl she was now, and he would want no part of it... Good and just Harry Potter deserved someone better, more trusting and... well more. Her breath turned into gasps, and warmth filled her eyes. But he proved to be her hero yet again; his warm hands cupped her face so gently and he tilted her up to look at him. It wasn't judgment or disgust looking back at her either, it was pure sweet love.
"You silly bint. I can't see other girls, you've blinded me to them... The way I left you... I should have explained why I was leaving you but I knew you would just fight me. And I learned long ago I can't refuse you, love."
His thumb brushed something wet from her cheek... a tear? She was crying? 'you daft git... stop leaking bloody tears. He feels badly enough.' But he was reminding her of the worst year of her life, she had cried and prayed for him, Ron, and Hermione every night...
He gazed at her softly and spoke again. "I couldn't take you with me. I hated taking those two more then words can express, of risking them,but I needed them beside me... And I couldn't concentrate on keeping them safe, and doing what needed to be done if I had you there... and well mostly Ginny, I needed you to be here for me to come back to.. to be safe and give me hope." He swallowed thickly. "I won't lie Gin, I didn't believe I would come back. I was sure I would die at his hand...But I needed some happiness to believe in, to keep me going... and you and this family are everything happiness means to me... Can you forgive me? For misleading you, for leaving you, for depending on you so much all at the same time?"
She looked at him hard while she thought. She had hated being left behind, and the dark, and a small part of her, the spiteful part didn't want to let that go. The truest part of her knew she would have tried to do the same thing had their roles been reversed. Leaping at him in a pounce to rival any predatory cat she tackled him to the bed and rained kisses down on him. "You..silly...Git... I'll... always...bloody... forgive...you..."
Then he tickled her and the two rolled and wrestled laughing loudly and arousing Ron and Hermione. Who joined the fracas with pillows and more smiles...
"BANG BANG BANG!" heavy beats on the room door froze the group in their movements. Ron had Harry in a headlock as Hermione flailed at him with a pillow and Ginny tickled his sides till he gasped for air between laughs. It was an odd image that greeted Fleur when she opened the door. "Breakfaast, ez nearly..." She broke off and her jaw slackened. "What ezz going on here?" she heavily accented french trilled highly as she put her hands on her hips. Ron snapped to a more normal position, releasing Harry to nearly fall face first into the floor. Ginny and Hermione grabbed and steadied him then took more dignified stances as well. "well we was just horsing about..." Ron tried to explain before a swift swiping motion of Fleur's hand cut him off. "Neeverr mind...Just don' let Mollee catch you all in zis room. Get ready, breakfast ez almost readey." The four nodded and chirped promises to be down shortly as she closed the door. They could hear her mumble in french to herself as she walked away from their door.
"Oy, you would think she was another mum!" Ron complained as he ran his fingers through his hair getting it out of his eyes. Hermione and Ginny giggled and Harry nodded.
"It is rather full in this house." He glanced at the two red heads, "but i guess that's typical for you lot."
"I'll say, things had cleared out a bit recently. Maybe we should look at getting out ourselves."
A slight pout spread over Ginny's face, Harry of course couldn't help but notice. "What's wrong Gin?"
Her eyebrows angled a bit more. "You lot can get out... I'm not of age quite yet."
The older trio all exchanged glances, sometimes it was easy to forget that Ginny wasn't their age, or part of their group originally. She was Hermione's best female friend, Ron's closest sibling in age and affection, and Harry's true love it seemed. She didn't just fit in, she actually made their group more united if that were possible. Harry pulled her up into a hug and ruffled her layered crimson hair.
"You're right silly sometimes you know that?" the pout become more pronounced for a moment then disappeared as she snuggled into his chest and laughed.
"That's enough you two." The growl in Ron's voice, while mostly in fun, hit a tone that had Harry respecting the request and he loosened his hold on Ginny.
"Right, well last one to the Loo is taking a cold shower!"
The chaos that ensued Ron's last statement fringed on epic, as the teens raced to the shower and warm water throwing a few elbows and trips along the way...