I hope the last chapter wasn't too much smut . There's more in this chapter, just to warn you. Not as long as the last (hehehe XD), but you know the drill by now. If you don't like it, don't read it, I don't own any of this, enjoy, blahblahblah. I know you wanna tap that review button you saucy little minx :P
Ginny sat at the Gryffindor Table amid stares from both boys and girls, hearing people whisper about who she had taken to the Ball the night before, and she felt a smug little smile tugging at her lips. She had spent the night dancing in the arms of, arguably, one of the best looking boys in the school, and had disappeared with him for long enough to have people wondering about what exactly they had gotten up to. She was just picking some toast off a platter in front of her when Hermione threw herself onto the bench next to her, leaning close and talking low enough that they wouldn't be overheard. "You're loving the attention, aren't you? Half the school is talking about you. Where did you go last night?" Ginny glanced at her friend, whose eyes were sparkling with curiosity, and shrugged nonchalantly before turning back to her toast, only half listening to Hermione hissing questions at her about her alleged antics.
Eventually, she gave up, grabbing her bag and leaving the Great Hall, waving at anyone who called to her and blushing at the looks some people gave her. She wasn't surprised that people were talking, Draco might as well have dropped out of the sky less than a week ago, no-one recognised him, let alone knew his name or where he came from, he couldn't speak, a large amount of both girls and boys turned to stare at him when he walked past, and she had spent her time at the Ball with only him, unlike most people who went to the Ball in groups of several couples. Not to mention their disappearing act before the Ball ended. She knew when she agreed to go to the Ball with him that she would be the subject of gossip, and rather than being embarrassed or ashamed, she proved Hermione right by enjoying the attention.
She turned and walked out of the Castle and into the bitter wind, wrapping her heavy cloak around her and pulling the hood up. She hadn't bothered with food this time, only bringing with her a couple of thick, soft blankets stuffed into her bag, and a flask of hot chocolate. She reached the willow quickly, eager to get out of the wind, and squeaked in surprise to find Harry sitting against the trunk, staring at her intently. It was fairly obvious he had been waiting for her, even before he spoke. "I thought you might come out here eventually." She tried not to cringe at how flat and expressionless his voice sounded. His face was impassive, giving very little away. She stepped forward slowly, sitting against the trunk with him, keeping a little distance between them. Despite his flat tone and blank face, she could tell he was unhappy. Whether it was sadness or anger, she couldn't tell. He shifted closer to her, and she fought off the urge to move away. He wouldn't hurt her, she just didn't want to be close to him when he was like this. Especially if the negative feelings were because of her.
"I saw you last night with Draco. In the staircase behind the tapestry on the second floor." She felt blood rush to her face, and stared at her knees in shock. How could he have walked in on them without her noticing? Even with her back to the tapestry, she would have noticed if it had been pulled aside. . . Of course. She had noticed, but had thought it was just a draught from some small space where the tapestry hadn't been pulled back properly, and in the heat of the moment, so close to coming a second time, she had ignored it. Shame tore through her at the thought of Harry twitching the tapestry to see her fucking Draco, and slipping away as quietly as he had appeared. Instead of responding, she opened her bag, pulling out a blanket and standing up to spread it on the ground, leaving half of it for Harry to straighten and sit on if he wished as she sat back down, pulling the other blanket out of the bag and throwing it over both of them as she noticed Harry straightening the ground-blanket under him.
She avoided his eyes, letting the silence stretch out between them, feeling embarrassed that she had been caught having sex in a part of the castle that wasn't a bedroom, ashamed that it had been the boy she loved who had caught her, and terrified of what was going to happen next. Was he going to give out to her for giving herself to someone she had known for less than a week, accuse her of being a slut, go and tell Ron or Fred and George of her sexual encounters? Or would he accuse her of seducing and corrupting his quiet and innocent new friend? Draco certainly wasn't innocent any more, Ginny could tell that he had given her his virginity, even though they hadn't discussed sex when their conversations had touched briefly on previous relationships. She realised that among all the emotions running around her head, there was no regret. She didn't regret what she had done; just that she had been caught. She had seen Harry with another girl, so instead of refusing to be with anyone at all, she had settled for second-best. She liked Draco well enough, but she would give him up in favour of Harry in a heartbeat.
She looked up at Harry to find him staring at her, still waiting for her to respond. She flushed again, unsure of what to say. "I should have asked you to go to the Ball with me," Her eyes widened, and he pressed a thin finger to her lips when she parted them to speak. "I didn't have the balls to ask you, partly because Ron, Fred and George are so protective of you, and partly because I thought you wouldn't want me. I thought that you had found a date straight after the posters for the Ball went up. I asked Cho because I like her, but. . . she's not you. Draco never said anything about wanting to take you, if he had I would have. . . I don't know what I would have done." He laughed wryly at himself, and she pressed her lips to the finger that hovered in front of them, and spoke around them. "You should have asked me. I was waiting for you, until Hermione told-" Harry cut her off before she could continue, kissing her fiercely. Her heart hammered in her chest, picking up speed as their kiss quickly deepened.
He wants me. He wants me. He wants me. The thought repeated itself over and over in her mind, as they snuggled into the blankets until they were lying down in each others arms, Harry nuzzling her neck as she pulled him closer. The way his lips brushed her neck made heat pool low in her stomach, and she shivered at his touch. He kissed her lips lightly, the merest brush of lips and pulled her closer again, until their bodies were fully pressed against each other, and she slid one leg up around his waist. After a few minutes of passionate kissing, he broke the kiss and just held her close, looking into her eyes. They spent what felt like hours just lying there, looking into each others eyes, before Harrys lips pressed against hers again, and she lost herself in the kiss, enjoying the feeling of Harrys warm hand sliding up her leg.
She gasped slightly when his hand moved to cup her buttock under her skirt, and realised very quickly that she didn't care about the fact that they were outside. They were covered by a blanket, underneath a weeping willow whose dense fronds trailed the ground, and there was no-one outside, especially not in the bitter cold. Luckily for Ginny and Harry, the willow kept the breeze at bay, and it was comfortably warm under the blankets. Especially when his hand moved to rub her clit through her knickers, eliciting a soft moan. She shifted her hips slightly so she could grind against the teasing fingers, and lost herself to the feelings that had been enjoyable with Draco, but it was different with Harry. For her, it was just a good shag with Draco, she had an itch and he helped her scratch it. With Harry, she actually wanted to be with him for more than just a quick fuck under a tree. Ever since she had first laid eyes on him at the barrier to Platform 9 3/4 when Ron started school, she had been fascinated with him, and as she got older, her fascination developed into desire, and she had spent her days wondering what it would be like to kiss him, to look into his eyes and know that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.
When Harry tugged at her underwear, she lifted her hips instinctively, allowing him to pull them off. He smiled against her lips and wasted no time in teasing her clit with his fingers, making her thrust against the teasing fingers, until he finally slid one inside her, making her moan. She was dimly aware of her pulling at his belt, of pulling his cock out of his jeans and wrapping her hand around it, keeping time with his thrusts as she had with Draco. He groaned in her ear, thrusting in time with her movements, and both of them moaned together when the tip of his cock rubbed against her clit. She looked into his eyes as she guided him into her, closing her eyes as he slid fully into her. The slow, gentle pace didn't last long, within a few minutes he was thrusting hard into her, saying her name over and over again, and they came together, saying each others names as she pressed her body against him, lost in her own orgasm as he released inside her.
She snuggled against him as his arms settled around her, breathing in his scent and feeling happier than ever. Her encounter with Draco had been forgotten almost as soon as he kissed her, and she felt a small twinge of shame when she realised that she didn't care that she had forgotten him. He was nice, sweet, funny, but nothing mattered but Harry. He leaned down, brushing his lips against her ear. "I love you." He whispered, and her heart beat so fast she thought it was going to burst with happiness.
"I love you too, Harry."