This chapter is for mature readers only.

Previously in Chapter 8:

I felt the uncomfortable feeling of apparition. Before I knew it, we were standing in the lobby of St. Mungo's. I breathed a sigh of relief. And once again, my world turned to black.

Chapter 9

I awoke in a small, sterile, white, room again. I guessed it was morning. I had on a thin hospital gown and my hair felt like it was in a series of knots and rats' nests. My head and body ached terribly. The same mediwizard, Trevor I think, who tended to me after the explosion at my pitch was pulling out potions and smiling at me.

"We have to stop meeting like this, Miss Weasley," Trevor teased.

"Yeah, I need to swear off those death eaters," I said dryly.

He handed me a small glass of pain potion. I downed it. He handed me another for my sore throat. I downed it. By the third potion, an invigoration draught, my aches dulled into a minor annoyance.

"How are you feeling now?" Trevor inquired.

"Much better, thanks."

"Let's check your vitals." He checked my vital signs and declared me on the mend. I did not have any broken bones. "You will probably continue to cough up water over the next few hours and that is normal. I don't want to give you a potion for that because that water needs to leave your body. Your throat will probably be sore for a few days; you can take Grand Pepperup Potion for that as needed. Look, I don't know what you went through in there but there are some things we can't heal. Please make sure you talk about it with someone. Illnesses of the mind tend to stem from hardships. I've seen it more times than I like, as I used to work in the permanent ward. To be on the safe side I am sending in a healer to examine your mind."

A healer came into my room next and introduced himself as Helbert Spleen. We talked for a good bit and with my permission he looked at my memories. When he was finished, he looked me in the eyes.

"Now what I have seen is enough to put most young people into shock and possibly form a disorder. But I know you have seen plenty of things most young people haven't. My professional opinion is that you will be able to overcome this. You have overcome worse things. I want you to read this," he handed me a flyer for acute stress reaction and continued to speak, "If your symptoms match these, you need to pay us another visit. I want you to stop by this time next week to see how you are doing. You will most likely have difficulty sleeping. You can take dreamless sleep potion before bed for a week or so. After that I want you to go to sleep on your own. Most people find that they sleep better after vigorous physical activity. Since you play quidditch that is probably right up your alley."

I nodded. "It is."

"Good. I'll send in your family, if that's alright?"

I nodded again. I read the flyer on acute stress reaction. Symptoms of acute stress reaction included: detachment, muteness, flashbacks, night terrors, anxiety, and depression.

My mother came flying into my room next, crushing my head to her chest. "My baby! Oh Ginny, I am so glad you are alright!"

"Me too." I mumbled into her chest. My dad hugged me, gently, after she was done. After he pulled away a bit to start smoothing my hair I asked Mum, "Have you any clothes for me?"

"Certainly, my dear." She rummaged in her handbag and pulled out old jeans and a button down shirt that I had left at the burrow. After I changed, she charmed my hair into a simple ponytail.

"Where's Harry?"

"He is talking to the aurors in a room off the lobby," my dad informed me, "I imagine they will want to set up an interview time with you. Obviously they will wait until you feel better."

"You both need to come with me to the burrow...at least for the night." Mum demanded, "I would feel so much better knowing you were safe."

We went down to the lobby. Harry enveloped me in a quick hug, planting a small kiss on my hair. After I set up a time to be interviewed for Monday morning, we took the floo network back to the burrow. Mum set me up on the couch in the parlour, fussed over both of us and made a ridiculous amount of food. The rest of the family came by to see me and wish me well. By the end of the evening, I was tucked into my own bed, relieved. I lay in bed, listening to people leaving or going to bed. It wasn't five minutes after the last toilet flush before Harry slipped into my bedroom dressed in pajamas. He closed the door behind him and silently waved his wand at my door, warding it from listening family.

"Hey you." I smiled at him as I turned on my side toward him. I patted the empty space next to me.

Harry smiled and happily climbed into my bed. "I've gotten very used to sharing a bed with you."

"Yeah, same here. You're a nice sight to wake up to."

"You were bloody brilliant last night, Ginny. I wouldn't have made it out of there if it weren't for you."

I blushed a little at the compliment. "Thanks, Harry. Same here. I wouldn't have escaped if you hadn't apparated us out of there with that wand. By the way, do you think the aurors can get our wands back?"

"Yes, as long as they haven't destroyed them. We may be able to get them back tomorrow. I know they raided the bases last night and today." He absentmindedly tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "Ginny, do you want to talk about what happened before I woke up?"

I dropped my gaze to my sheets and started tracing a random pattern on my pillowcase. "I don't want to but I know I should. The guy grabbed me by my hair and pushed my face into buckets of cold and hot water. I threw up at one point, that's when you woke up and he started in on you."

Harry seemed to be holding his breath. "So he didn't...um..violate you?"

I shook my head. "No. He was more interested in filming my slow suffering."

His jaw clenched as I told him the details. When I finished speaking, he promised me with a serious expression, "I swear to you that I will do everything in my power to put him and his comrades away in Azkaban for the rest of their pathetic lives. I will even get a dementor to watch over his cell specifically."

I patted his arm in reassuringly. "Thank you, Harry." I blinked away a few tears that threatened to spill over. He truly cared for me.

A small smile formed on his lips. "I was so proud of you for beating up that death eater. I just wish I could have done something more. I have to be the worst bodyguard ever."

"Harry, you did rescue me after I untied you. I wouldn't have been able to apparate away from that terrible place. Don't you dare think that you didn't do your job."

Harry tilted my chin up with his hand and kissed me tenderly. "I'm sorry I couldn't rescue you properly."

I looked into his green eyes. "You know, I think this time we really rescued each other."

"I know this is really early and all, but I just have to tell you...Ginny, I am in love with you."

A grin spread across my face. "I love you too, Harry."

Our lips met with a need and desperation that I had never felt before. I molded my body into his. My hand snaked into his silky hair as his arm found its way around my lower back, pushing his pelvis on to mine. His tongue danced with my tongue, exploring my mouth hungrily. His hand snaked down my back and grabbed my bum. I moaned softly into his mouth. I felt his excitement press against my upper thigh. My hand traveled down to his shirt hem and I gently tugged it up, revealing his slim and toned chest. He helped me take it off, replacing his glasses as he tossed his shirt to the floor.

I climbed on top of him, grinding myself onto his member; I could feel him harden through our thin pajama pants. My hands left to explore his chest, reveling in the muscles beneath his smooth, warm skin. Harry's hands grabbed the hem of my own shirt and paused, waiting for my permission. I nodded and he tugged my shirt off hastily and tossed it across the room. He let out a deep sigh as he gazed at my bra. He kissed me again as he ran his hands up and down my back.

I broke away from his wonderful lips and trailed kisses down his neck. I stopped at the hollow of his neck and sucked his flesh. I heard an intake of breath and then felt his large hands cupping my bum. "Ginny...wait a sec."

I pulled away and looked up at him. "Yes?"

"Are you sure about this? You're not just doing this because you're upset?"

I smiled. "I'm sure. Harry I've wanted to sleep with you since New Year's Eve. Remember when I was trying to make you jealous by dancing with Luna?"

His eyes grew dark. "Yes." He grabbed me by the waist and threw me on the mattress, straddling my hips. He slipped his hands around my back and unfastened my bra, freeing my breasts. My nipples immediately became hard. He began to kiss my right breast while his hand explored my left. I let out a moan when he took my nipple in his mouth. He switched breasts after a little bit. Before I knew it, my own hips began to tilt up to find some relief on his legs.

He continued to leave a trail of kisses down my stomach to my pajama bottoms. He kissed my sex through the thin fabric. "Harry," I moaned as he hooked his thumbs in the waistband of my pants and took off my knickers and pants in one swift movement. He then lowered his tongue between my legs and began to lick my clit. He took one finger and slid it easily into my folds. "Fuck!" I whisper-yelled and grabbed hold of his hair. My hips bucked toward his tongue. He slid in a second finger, earning another moan and began to move in and out of me at a steady rate. He picked up the pace after a minute or so. I grabbed hold of his arm and began to move my hips with him. Harry licked his lips as I did this. "You are so hot." He whispered as he licked my clit again. I cried out again.

Harry took his fingers out of me to my extreme disappointment, but I smiled when I saw that his pajama bottoms were now on the floor. His cock was long, pink, and perfect looking. I reached out to stroke it. He closed his eyes and moaned as my fingers worked up and down his smooth shaft.

His hand stopped my own hand after a few minutes, "Are you ready?"

I nodded in reply. He knelt before me and slowly guided himself into me. It took a moment for me to adjust to him. When I nodded, he began to move within me. I started out holding his thighs, staring into his eyes. Waves of pleasure rolled across me. I tried to pay attention to every movement to embed this moment in my memory. I had to grab the sheets when he sped up, our breath quickening, sweat forming between our bodies. He cupped my bum and slammed into me, sending me over the edge. I felt him follow me, collapsing partially on me, crying out my name in release.

He pulled out of me, panting. "That was amazing."

"Yeah, it was."

Author's Note: Thank you again to Stephanie0 and Lady WhiteHaven! This story is almost complete, thanks for reading.