Boundaries

"What! Ginny why!" Harry couldn't contain himself; he stood and stared down at the love of his life in shock.

"I think, we should call off the wedding." She repeated with a shaky voice and tear-filled eyes.

"Are you bloody kidding me!"

"Shh Harry. Please be quiet." She said between sobs.

"I'm sorry," Harry said, sitting down again. "can you at least tell me why?" He reached to take her hands but she hurriedly began combing her fingers through her hair. "Is it because of last night? Because me and Ron had a row?"

She nodded with a sniffle. "I'll move out. If that will make you happy." He got up and headed towards the door. Just as his hand grasped the door knob he heard a combination of muffled screams and sobs. He tuned to see Ginny crying into her pillow.

She didn't hear him retreating back towards her bed and was surprised when she felt him sit down. Harry gently rubbed her back for several minutes before Ginny gave in. She sat up and crawled into Harry's lap. "Shhhhh" Harry continued to stroke her back and he began rocking her. Like most men, he didn't know what to do when girls cried, let alone sobbed and sought comfort in him.

"I- I can't do it any more Harry! I can't choose between you and Ron anymore! Of course I love you, but he's your best friend and my brother! I want to song you when I want and where I want but I can't because of Ron. But then again, why should I respect his wishes and not give in to you? We are to be married after all…" she trailed off, needing a breath after her exasperated confession.

Harry latched onto her last sentence, they were to be married. She didn't really want it called off. The only other things he really grasped from her rant were 'Of course I love you…' and '…I want to snog you…' Not knowing what else to do to comfort her, and being completely overjoyed, he did what he'd been wanting to do since seeing Ginny in nothing more than a t-shirt.

He let her down gently onto the bed and kneeled over her, straddling her waist. Unable to control his teenage mind any longer, he eagerly pressed his lips to hers and laced his fingers through her mane. Ginny was shocked at first, but quickly caught on running her fingers through Harry's messy locks.

"I'm sorry," he said breathlessly, removing his lips from hers for only a moment, "this is exactly what caused this whole thing."

"Shut up."

Ginny pulled Harry's lips back to hers and kissed him fiercely. Harry untangled his fingers and allowed his hands to find Ginny's slender figure which was hidden under her over-sized shirt. They reached the hem of the tee and began to push it upwards, revealing more and more of Ginny's thighs until his inexperienced fingers felt what he thought was lace.

At that moment Ginny rolled over and forced Harry onto the bed. Accidently, and oh so conveniently, his hands wound up on her arse. Her bare arse. Again, he forced his lips away from hers, "Ginny, you wear… thongs?"

"Yeah," she said sitting back onto her heals so she could gauge Harry's facial reaction. "is that okay?" A smile quickly spread across her face as she studied Harry's face. His eyes searched her face as if he wasn't wearing glasses, the girl he'd thought he'd known, somehow looked differently now. "Is that okay?" she repeated, hoping to get a verbal response.

She never did.

Harry pulled Ginny back onto his chest and flipped her back onto the mattress in one swift motion. He replaced his lips upon hers and hooked his thumbs in the delicate lace that rested just under her hip bones. He rubbed the intricate pattern, realizing how much lace tuned him on. He tugged on the dainty panties, exploring their boundaries when suddenly, there was a quick knock on Ginny's door.

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