Author's Note: So this is it-the last chapter. I hope you've all enjoyed the ride! This will be end of the journey for this version of Harry and Ginny. Please let me know what you thought! Thanks for reading all the way through!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN: AB-HUMAN
The hours they spent at the Ministry of Magic following their raid on Doru's manor were long and tedious for Ginny. She'd been subjected to a lengthy questioning of her intentions for visiting the Ministry before she'd been allowed in to follow Harry and the others up to the Auror Department.
It made her feel as if she were suddenly lesser—a shame and regret deeper than she had ever felt enveloped her as she answered the wizard's questions. She'd always automatically been allowed into the Ministry with nary a glance when she'd been a witch. Now, due to circumstances beyond her control, she was being treated like she was dirty or untrustworthy.
She scoffed as she left the questioning room off the side of the Atrium and took the lift alone to the Auror Department. When she arrived, she saw that Harry and the others were sitting in a questioning room, as well, the blinds on the observation window wide open. Head Auror Robards was on one side of the table, quill in hand, scribbling furiously on the large roll of parchment.
She could see Harry saying something, Robards nodding along to something before he said something back to Harry. Ginny watched, wondering if she should come in, or wait for an invitation. Were they talking about her, and her stupidity?
Ginny got angry with herself, thinking of how she'd vowed to herself when she'd been eleven that she would never allow herself to be manipulated or fooled again, and once again, she had allowed herself to be tricked and fooled into something she never should have been involved in. Perhaps becoming a vampire was the punishment for her foolishness—a curse of damnation for her broken vow.
She stood there, biting her lip anxiously, shifting her weight restlessly as she argued with herself. She saw Hermione glance up and smile at her timidly.
Hermione said something to Ron. Her brother stood up from his chair and walked over to the door, opening it. He poked his head out, and said, "You're part of this too, Ginny. We've got a chair ready for you."
"Alright," Ginny agreed, willing her feet forward. More timidly than she'd ever done anything in her life, Ginny stepped into the interrogation room, taking the empty seat she could now see next to Harry's left side. Harry looked up at her and smiled reassuringly, placing a hand on her thigh after she sat down beside him.
She smiled at him thankfully, feeling somewhat bolstered.
Robards said something and silence followed immediately. Everyone was staring at her.
Had his comment been directed at her?
"Sorry," Ginny said. "What was that?"
"I said," Robards repeated. "Glad you could join us. We've been talking a bit here, but we wanted to start with you. You've been a missing person for around a week now."
"Erm, yeah. Is that where I should start?" Ginny asked.
Robards nodded. "Unless it starts at a different point."
Ginny shrugged, thinking of how her story would implicate her in crimes she'd committed on Doru's behalf. She looked at Harry, hoping for guidance, knowing that Robards would be analyzing her every movement and word during this explanation.
Harry nodded reassuringly, taking her hand into his and squeezing it.
She could do this. She had to do this, she resolved.
And so, Ginny started her story at its beginning: her Quidditch career.
When they finally left, hours later, Ginny felt relief.
"I'm surprised I wasn't arrested," she told Harry for what had to be the fourth time as they sat in his flat and ate Indian takeaway.
"Well, I think the Ministry had bigger fish to fry, especially as you were used. I think Robards also feels that being turned into a vampire is a big enough pain for you to feel contrite."
A pain? Ginny reflected on her earlier thoughts of doom and condemnation, deciding she wouldn't tell Harry that she felt she'd been damned for her stupidity.
She took a bite of her curry, tucking a piece of red hair behind her ear. Truthfully, she wasn't very hungry, and hadn't been since she'd drank from Doru. She wasn't sure that it was proper for her to have drank his blood, as he was also a vampire, but it had nourished in a way that the other blood had not.
It was strange, not being human, Ginny reflected as she chewed her bite. Everything seemed more intense, which was saying something, as she had always felt things intensely as a human. Her family had always called it the Weasley Temper, as each of them had seemed to suffer from some form of it—even Percy.
"Thank you, Harry," Ginny said after a long silence.
"For what?"
"For being there for me. And helping me with my problem."
"I wouldn't have done it any other way," Harry told her earnestly. "You matter to me, human or not."
Ginny was sure she would have blushed at his words if she could have. "You matter to me, too," she said.
She'd not known Harry very long—only about a month and a half now since he'd walked into the Leaky with Hermione and Neville—but he'd become extremely important to her in that short amount of time. He'd had her attention from that first moment, something within him having called to her. She remembered running into him at the Lucky Leprechaun, Seamus' pub, and what had followed…
That was when she'd known that her own desire for him was returned, leading to an explosive and amazing night of shagging. Ginny's insides twisted and tightened as she remembered how Harry had felt inside her that first time. She bit her lip as she looked at him now.
"What?" Harry asked after swallowing his bite of lamb.
"Oh, nothing," Ginny told him.
Harry only raised an eyebrow at her, clearly not believing the lie.
"I was just thinking about you…"
"Oh?"
"And how you feel inside of me," Ginny elaborated.
Harry grinned. "Oh yeah? How's that?"
"Bloody amazing," Ginny answered. "In fact, I'm imagining it now…"
Harry's eyes darkened and he dropped his fork onto the takeaway container. Then, Harry's hand was on her thigh, creeping upward. Ginny's insides clenched again, and she licked her lips, anticipating when his hand found what it was looking for.
He palmed her through her trousers and Ginny felt a hot jolt of lust run through her.
Ginny pushed her takeaway to the side, losing any interest she may have had. She lifted herself up and began to straddle Harry's hips, bringing his face to hers, pulling him by his hair. He groaned lightly at the tugging and she kissed him deeply, tongue asking his permission to enter his mouth.
Harry allowed it, his own tongue meeting hers, teasing it. She ground herself down on his already-hard cock, relishing the way he felt against her. She needed that friction…
Harry's hands were already tugging her blouse up, fumbling with the hook of her bra before he gave up and pulled that over her head, too. She grinned against his lips, chuckling lightly. "Having a hard time?" she asked, grinding against him again.
He groaned and Ginny wasn't sure if it was the pun or the feeling of her body on his. He palmed her breasts, tweaking her nipple for a moment before he placed his mouth on it and sucked on it. Ginny gasped, back arching in pleasure, core beginning to ache with want.
Ginny unbuttoned Harry's trousers. "Your pants are in the way," she told him as she kissed his neck. She could almost hear his heart pounding away, sense the blood flowing in his veins, rushing through the artery ever-so close to her mouth…
Harry wiggled his hips and Ginny pulled his trousers and pants down, taking his cock into her hand. She rubbed it up and down, imagining how it would feel once it was finally inside her again.
"Can I sit on you?" Ginny asked.
Harry nodded eagerly, and she lifted her hips up, guiding him into her entrance. They both moaned at the sensation. Ginny let the feeling fill her for a moment before she began to move back and forth, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Harry's hands were on her hips, squeezing with each of her movements on top of him.
She decided to switch it up, beginning to bounce up and down on his member, reveling in the slapping of their flesh together.
Now Harry's hands were on her bum, squeezing for a moment before one of his hands slapped her arsecheek.
"Yes, Harry," Ginny moaned out at the sting of pleasure.
They continued on like this, until they both climaxed. Ginny fell into Harry's arms, snuggling in as he wrapped them around her torso.
"I could fall asleep like this," Ginny told him softly.
"Me too," Harry said. His eyes were drooping.
"We should shower," Ginny told him gently. "Then we can sleep. It's been a long fucking day."
Harry nodded, but burrowed deeper against her breasts. She chuckled. "I'm getting up," she told him. "Whether you follow or not."
Harry whined something unintelligible.
Ginny chuckled and disentangled herself from him, walking carefully to the loo. She fiddled with the tap, turning it as hot as she could.
As she stepped into the shower, Ginny heard Harry heaving himself up in the next room. He was stepping into the shower beside her within a minute or so, still looking a little sleepy. She supposed that Harry had had a very busy day—she didn't seem to need as much sleep as she had before, and it made her forget that she'd spent half her life sleeping.
He began to wash her back tenderly and she returned the favour, pulling his body flush against hers and washing his back while wrapped in Harry's embrace.
"We can go sleep after this," Ginny told Harry.
He nodded tiredly, eyes drooping a bit as his hair fell into his face, wet.
She helped him dry off and they made their way back to Harry's bed. He rolled over immediately, cuddling into her side. She could hear him beginning to snore within minutes, and Ginny laid on her side, staring at the wall, thinking of the day she had just lived.
She had killed someone—again. She had hoped she would never have to do such a thing again. Even scarier, she had enjoyed killing Doru. Something about drinking from him and breaking his neck had excited her. She didn't think the feeling had anything to do with being a vampire, either.
Ginny realized she was scared of who she had become and had been for quite a while. Ever since she had killed the Carrows during the war, something within her had been fearful of what she could be capable of. She'd known she was brave but had never realized the steel that could harden within her veins if it came down to it.
She had killed people.
Ginny Weasley had become a killer.
She laid there for quite a while, these thoughts circling and reverberating within her brain for hours until finally she drifted off into sleep in Harry's arms.
When she awoke, Ginny wasn't sure what time it was. A pair of green eyes were staring at her, though, and Harry smiled as soon as he saw her awaken.
"Good morning, sleeping beauty," he said.
Ginny smiled, embarrassed and flattered all at once.
"Good morning, handsome," she responded in kind. He smiled somewhat sappily, and if Ginny wasn't so smitten with him, she might have characterized the look as stupidly lovestruck. As it was, she enjoyed the way Harry was looking at her.
"What's the plan for today?" Ginny asked, rubbing her eyes.
"I thought we'd go down to the Department of Mysteries and see if they had any research or anything we may be able to try as an experiment."
"And use me as a guinea pig?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow at him.
Harry blushed and shrugged. "Well, we've got to at least try, right?"
Ginny wanted to try—she hadn't enjoyed being undead, though shagging seemed more intense than it ever had before. Ginny also didn't relish the idea of anything experimental being done on her.
Harry was staring at her, looking like he was analyzing her with his Auror eyes.
"What?" she asked.
"It's just… there isn't a lot that can kill the undead, you know? And think of how amazing it would be for you to be the first vampire—to our knowledge, anyway—to be changed back into a human. How many people we could help that never wanted to be basically immortal."
Ginny thought about it, finding she did agree with Harry.
"Alright, well let's get ready, then."
They bustled about, Harry dressing in a fresh set of Auror robes and Ginny donning her same set of clothing from the day before. Even though Harry performed freshening charms on both her blouse and trousers, and even though she skipped the knickers altogether, she still felt grimy in the clothing.
Harry side-along Apparated her to her flat, where she changed into one of her nicer sets of robes and then they made their way to the Ministry of Magic.
"Are we sure I'll be allowed in again?" Ginny asked nervously, annoyed with her anxiety. Once, she had been so sure of herself…
"You're with me, on official Ministry business again," Harry told her, grinning. "Who can say no to Harry Potter?"
"Not me," Ginny muttered. "Not with that bum."
Harry's cheeks darkened as he ushered her to the Atrium, skipping the line.
"Sir, you can't bring a vampire into the Ministry of Magic," the witch checking in the employees told Harry.
Harry gave the security witch a look Ginny had never seen him wear before—not in polite company, anyway.
"Who am I?" Harry asked the witch.
"Er?" She looked like she was wondering if it was a trick question. "Sir?"
"You know who I am, yes?" Harry asked.
"Yes, sir."
"I can bring whoever I need into the Ministry, understand?"
Ginny wasn't sure that it worked that way, but she loved the way that Harry was taking initiative. If she wasn't already on edge, worried about the afternoon to come, she may have been turned on by his show of aggression.
"Yes, sir," the witch said. "You two can proceed."
She didn't even check Harry's wand, which was the standard procedure. She allowed them in without another glance—perhaps just to avoid a scene with the Harry Potter.
Harry ushered her to the lifts, where instead of pressing the usual button for the Auror Department level, he pressed the button for the absolute lowest level: the Department of Mysteries.
Ginny had never been in the Department of Mysteries, but she had heard many rumours. She had heard that there were quite a few items that curse-breakers would find on their expeditions that would end up there for further study. She'd once thought of joining the Department of Mysteries upon graduation from Hogwarts, but had quickly tossed the idea out, as the life of an Unspeakable didn't seem very appealing.
Now, as they walked down the darkened corridor towards the mysterious department, Ginny felt twin thrills of fear and excitement run down her spine.
Harry opened the door to the Department of Mysteries like he belonged there or had been there many times.
"Not your first time?" she asked.
Harry shook his head. "You could say that, I, ah, have been here a time or two."
He didn't elaborate and Ginny understood that now wasn't the time, but she filed the thought away to ask him about later.
They were standing in a room that looked much like the rest of the Ministry of Magic, but circular, with many doors surrounding them.
"Do you know where we're going?" Ginny asked him nervously.
"We're to wait here until one of the Unspeakables comes to fetch us," Harry told her.
Ginny nodded silently, still peering about, taking in every detail around her. She wondered if there had ever been a vampire allowed in the Department of Mysteries before, hoping that she wasn't the first one. If she wasn't, she might have had more of a chance for the Unspeakables to know how to change her back into a witch. She hoped.
Finally, after what felt like several minutes—though Ginny couldn't be sure, as her sense of time had been off since she'd become a vampire—an Unspeakable entered the circular room.
"Harry Potter and Vampire Ginevra Weasley?" they asked.
The Unspeakable wore deep, purple-coloured robes with a question mark emblazoned on the breast—how creative, Ginny thought—and was wearing her hair in a short pixie cut. Ginny didn't recognize her at all but wasn't surprised about it.
She didn't particularly appreciate being addressed as "Vampire Ginevra Weasley," but she supposed that the distinction might be important for the Unspeakables, especially as they could possibly be changing her life for the better.
"That's us," Harry said. "Unspeakable Crowley?"
"Yes. Follow me," Unspeakable Crowley said, gesturing for them to follow her in the direction of one of the doors. "We will be going to one of our research libraries through the Space Room." She said this as if it explained everything, so Ginny just shrugged at Harry and followed their lead.
Unspeakable Crowley led them into a room that caused Ginny to feel much lighter.
"Hang onto the rope, now," the Unspeakable instructed, grabbing onto the rope anchored on each side of the room with both hands.
Ginny and Harry both grabbed on, and as she got further into the large, dark room, her feet began to lift off the ground and she saw the planets she'd studied in Astronomy at Hogwarts. They looked so close, Ginny thought she may be able to float away and touch them. Instead, she floated along behind Harry and Unspeakable Crowley, holding onto the rope until they finally had traversed the galaxy.
Ginny felt herself growing heavier once again, feet lowering back onto the floor gradually. Unspeakable Crowley opened the door and they stepped into a much more mundane looking room, filled with witches and wizards wearing similar robes to Unspeakable Crowley, studying at desks, piles and piles of books surrounding each of them.
"This is one of our three research libraries," Unspeakable Crowley told them. "This is where we keep our research on the vampire race, specifically, as each library deals with specific topics. Now, if you follow me, we will head to the Ab-Human section of the library."
Ab-Human? Ginny wondered silently as they followed the Unspeakable. What a strange word.
"Thank you, again, Unspeakable Crowley, for allowing us to visit you all and work this out," Harry said.
The Unspeakable peered back at them over her shoulder. "We have worked with you a few times now, Harry Potter, and we always get interesting results when you're involved."
Harry had worked with the Department of Mysteries a few times? Or at all? He'd never mentioned such a thing, but Ginny supposed that was why it was called the Department of Mysteries.
Harry shot a glance at her and mouthed, "I'll tell you later."
Ginny nodded at him and they continued on into a darker corner of the library. There were two other Unspeakables already there, numerous books open, their fingers following along the page. A quill was writing by itself next to both of them on a long roll of parchment that had begun to touch the ground.
"Unspeakable Clarke, Unspeakable Walpole, Harry Potter and Vampire Ginevra Weasley have arrived for their research session."
The Unspeakables looked up from their books, casting a spell Ginny had never seen that seemed to mark their place in the books.
"Erm, good to meet you," Ginny said, sticking her hand out for them.
Neither of them reached out to shake her hand, but rather stared at her as if fascinated.
"You'll have to excuse them," Unspeakable Crowley said. "They've been researching vampires and some other Ab-Human transformations for years. Haven't socialized much outside their families and here in the Department."
"Charming," Ginny commented, annoyance colouring her tone.
They continued to stare at her, and Ginny became uncomfortable once again.
"So, do you lot have any questions for us?" Harry asked.
"We do have a set of questions," one of the Unspeakables answered. Ginny wasn't sure if it was Clarke or Walpole.
"Well get to it," Ginny said impatiently.
The Unspeakables' gaze reminded her vaguely of Luna's, and Ginny tried to remind herself that they were doing her a favour by having her here.
"Take a seat," the Unspeakable on the right said. "I'm Unspeakable Walpole, and I'll be asking the questions. Clarke over there will record your answers and perform some of the investigative charms. Can't tell you how exciting it is to have an actual vampire here for once, rather than just working in theories."
Ginny took a seat at the table, watching as the quills fell down and Unspeakable Clarke grabbed one of them, as well as another roll of parchment.
"Okay, first," Walpole cleared her throat, pushing her brown hair out of her face. "When was it that you were changed into your current state?"
On the questions went for what seemed like hours, Ginny growing tired and hungry near the end.
Harry was shooting concerned looks at her. "Do you need something, Gin?" he asked.
Honestly, Ginny thought, blood sounded rather good.
It had only been two days since she'd fed from Doru, but she was thirsty again.
"No, I'm alright, thanks," Ginny lied.
Harry didn't look like he believed her—nevertheless, the nodded at her. The questioning continue on for several more minutes before the Unspeakables decided to break for lunch.
"If you lot would follow us," Unspeakable Walpole said. "We'll be in one of our labs after we eat, and that is through one of the different main rooms. They all grabbed onto the rope as they entered the space room again.
Ginny didn't look at the planets floating nearby this time, but at the floor that seemed to disappear from underneath them as they got closer to the center of the room. She had questions she wanted to ask, but she knew that the Unspeakables wouldn't answer anyway.
Once everyone's feet were back on the ground, Unspeakable Clarke opened the door and allowed them back into the antechamber with the many doors.
"We don't really eat in the Ministry canteen," Unspeakable Clarke told them. "We have our own break room, and you're welcome to anything in it while you are here."
How generous of them, Ginny thought acerbically.
After lunch, in which Ginny did not eat and Harry picked at his chicken salad sandwich, the Unspeakables led them through a room filled with brains in tanks of water.
Some of the brains seemed to have tentacles, which concerned Ginny a great deal. She shied away from them as they moved through the room. The Unspeakables opened a door and they found a corridor filled with yet more doors.
"Sweet Merlin," Ginny muttered. "How big is this place?"
Harry chuckled beside her. "Much larger on the inside than the outside."
Ginny didn't get the joke, so she shrugged and continued to follow the Unspeakables through another door. This, she thought, looked more like a potions classroom, which she guessed was why they called it a lab.
"We'll be doing some experiments this afternoon," Unspeakable Clarke explained. "Nothing dangerous. A lot of poking, prodding, and exams."
Ginny shifted uncomfortably and Harry told the Unspeakables, "If anything gets too uncomfortable for her, we will stop immediately."
The Unspeakables looked blandly annoyed but nodded in agreement. "Okay, Miss, if you could sit on this stool, we'll get started."
At the end of the day, Ginny left with no more answers than she'd arrived with. "I hope that wasn't a waste of time," Harry said as they were escorted to the lift from the Department of Mysteries well after the average Ministry employee would have left.
Ginny shrugged. "I guess I've got endless time."
Harry chuckled darkly. "I suppose so, but I can tell how being undead tears at you."
He pushed the button that would take them to the Atrium and now that they were alone, Ginny asked, "Did you hear what they called me? Ab-Human?"
"Yeah, I'd never heard that term before," Harry said. "Look, Gin, if you didn't like what happened here today, we don't have to go back."
"We can give it a few more goes," Ginny said. "I want to make sure we've thoroughly tried before we give up on this possibility."
"We can do that, then," Harry smiled gently. "Now, I know that something what bothering you while we were there. What was it?"
"I'm really thirsty…"
H&G
For the next week, Harry and Ginny continued to return to the Department of Mysteries. The Unspeakables were silent about any new information they may have garnered from studying her, and at the end of it all, they had no way that they could think of to change Ginny back. Ginny wondered if they'd even spared it any thought at all.
As they left the Ministry on the last day of the week, Ginny said, "I think I've had enough of that."
"I understand," Harry told her honestly. "We can brainstorm some more ways to work this out."
And so, they did.
Next, they travelled to Transylvania where there were colonies of vampires, as well as leading researchers regarding vampire traits and genetics.
They spent around a month there with the researchers before leaving.
Ginny felt emotionally and physically drained after all the experiments and spells done on her. She knew Harry would need to get back from his extended leave-of-absence soon. The Auror Department couldn't keep his job on hold forever.
"We should just give up," she told him as they arrived back in the United Kingdom. "I don't think we'll ever be able to do this. I shouldn't have gotten my hopes up…"
Harry looked at her for a moment. "I might have an idea."
Her stomach twisted. "I don't want any more spells done, or blood drawn, or anything like that," she told him testily.
"Nothing like that… not for you. I have no idea whether this will work," Harry told her. "But before I tell you this idea, I need to tell you a story."
He told her the story of the Three Brothers from Beedle the Bard, and then he told her of his adventures in re-uniting the Deathly Hallows while he'd been working towards Voldemort's downfall. "So, when he and I met at Hogwarts that final time," Harry said. "I was the Master of Death."
"Master of Death?" Ginny asked.
Harry shrugged. "Not much is known about the title, as no one had ever united the Hallows before. But as I've still got the Hallows, and am technically still the Master of Death, I have an idea…"
They waited a week to try Harry's idea, as both of them were rather exhausted from their travels.
After they finished a nice dinner, they cuddled together on Harry's sofa and listened to the wireless. Celestina Warbeck was playing, reminding Ginny of the many nights her parents had spent dancing to these very songs.
As they cuddled on Harry's sofa, Harry's hands began to wander Ginny's body. Ginny was tense and hopeful, so she tried to relax into his touch. He brought her lips to his tenderly, kiss helping her muscles lose their tension. Her fingers twined themselves into Harry's hair, tugging him closer insistently. Harry sealed his body against hers, and one of his hands made its way down to her bum.
As he squeezed, she moaned into his mouth, proceeding to kiss along his stubble-covered jaw. Now, Harry loaned, mouth agape. Ginny felt her center filling with heat as she looked at his face, so lost in desire. She rubbed her hips against Harry's, feeling his hardness against her.
She sucked on his neck lightly, careful not to break any of his skin as she felt his pulse against her lips. She could hear his blood flowing through his veins. Ginny ground her hips against his again, eliciting a groan from Harry.
"Bedroom?" She asked him huskily.
Harry nodded, making no move to get up as he continued to fondle her bum.
"Let's go," she giggled, pulling him up by her own strength. They kissed all the way to the bedroom, Harry picking her up and wrapping Ginny's legs around his waist.
He threw her down on the bed, pouncing on her within moments. Ginny wrapped her legs around his waist once again and arched her back. She grabbed one of Harry's hands and placed it on her breast, wiggling against him as he tweaked a nipple.
"Please, Harry," she said, not afraid to beg him.
"As you wish," Harry smirked, unbuckling his belt and trousers, pulling them down. Ginny grabbed the waistband of his pants, pulling them down his thighs roughly.
Harry was working on her trousers now and she lifted her hips to help him get them off.
"Leave the knickers on," he told her huskily.
Ginny licked her lips, watching Harry's eyes darken by the moment as rubbed his hand against her center. She bucked against him, needing to feel him inside of her.
He smirked, knowing exactly what she wanted. She whined, bucking at him once again.
"You want me inside of you?" Harry asked
"Yes, please."
His fingers slipped past her knickers and into her wet folds. Her eyes nearly rolled back onto her head as he felt his fingers moving inside her, making sure she was ready for him. As his fingers began to piston in and out, Ginny gathered some of her own juices and grabbed his cock, rubbing him up and down, spreading his pre-cum over the head.
Harry hit a particularly spectacular spot inside her with his fingers and for a moment, she forgot what she'd been doing with her own hands, legs quivering, body quaking.
"I want to taste you," she told him when she came down from her high.
He grinned, eyes dark and glasses askew. She pulled them off his face, kissing him gently before he moved away from on top of her. Ginny kissed her way down his torso, suckling gently on certain parts, watching as he giggled from time to time.
She loved how ticklish he was.
She continued on, kissing each thigh before she laid a kiss on his tip.
She heard Harry moan as she engulfed him in her mouth, sucking as she moved upwards and then licking her way to the base of his cock. Ginny placed him in her mouth again, feeling him twitch inside her mouth for a moment. She continued on, keeping him right on the edge for several minutes before his hips bucked wildly against her, cock twitching inside her mouth.
When he was finished, she crawled up his body and kissed Harry deeply. He twisted a hand into her fiery hair, tugging on it as he climbed on top of Ginny.
"I'm returning the favour," he told her, voice hoarse.
She nodded wordlessly, biting her lip as she watched Harry make his way down to her core.
Merlin, she was so wet for him.
He experimentally placed a finger inside of her again for a moment before he placed his mouth on her clit, licking it gently for a moment. Harry licked and sucked every inch of her folds, and then his tongue was inside of her.
Ginny gasped in pleasure. She fisted a hand in his hair, tugging him further into her core.
As he continued on, she felt a coil tightening within her middle, until finally, it snapped and she fell over the edge.
She mumbled something—she wasn't sure what—and saw Harry smirking at her rather sexily as he watched her come down from her second orgasm of the night.
"Come here," Ginny ordered him.
He obeyed her, climbing up her body and kissing her neck.
"That was bloody amazing," she told him as she began to stroke his cock again, smiling as he hardened under her ministrations. "Can I have your cock inside me now, please?"
Harry grinned and nodded, guiding his member into her entrance. As he entered her, Ginny gasped in pleasure, the feeling of being filled and completed driving home how much Harry meant to her. They began to move together, bodies moving to a rhythm that they'd both become familiar with.
As Harry leaned forward, Ginny nuzzled into his neck and asked, "Ready?"
He nodded, and she licked his neck for a moment before she bit into his skin.
Harry let out a gasp and Ginny gently began to drink from him, more turned on than she'd ever been before.
Who would have known, she thought, that drinking from Harry would turn her on?
She should have been disgusted with herself, but she only felt pleasure and love as came undone around him once again. Feeling her tighten and pulse around her, Harry came inside her with a groan.
She licked the two little punctures on his skin, willing them to heal, somehow. She watched as his skin somehow knitted back together.
"Merlin," she panted out as Harry fell down beside her on the bed. She was so warm—warmer than she'd been since Doru had changed her.
Harry was looking at her in contentment, then worry as he watched her.
"You're rather red, Gin," he told her.
"Am I?" she felt her own forehead, finding it quite warm.
Something was clenching within her, tightening sickeningly, burning from her chest and then through her whole body. With a painful thump, she felt her chest begin to flutter.
"What the fuck?" she asked, eyes meeting Harry's concerned ones.
"Is it working?" he finally asked.
"I—think—so," Ginny gritted out, unsure, but in pain.
"Do you need anything?" Harry asked her.
Ginny shook her head, unsure that there was anything she could do to ease the burning sensation.
"Do you want me to spell you to sleep while this happens?" he asked, grabbing his wand from the bedside table.
Ginny thought about it. "No," she decided. "What if it interrupts the process?"
"You were knocked out when he turned you," Harry pointed out.
Ginny shrugged, then winced in pain. "I don't—want to—risk it."
Harry nodded at her and just held her, naked bodies moulding together.
It felt like a lifetime before the fiery pain running through her veins finally subsided. She was lying against Harry, eyes clenched shut as he held her in his arms.
Finally, her body began to cool again, and Ginny was no longer in pain.
She felt all her muscles relax into Harry's touch and Harry's grip around her tightened comfortingly.
"Alright?" he asked her sleepily.
"Yeah, I think it may be done," Ginny answered hesitantly.
He turned her around to look at her face.
"Your eyes look like they did before you were taken," he told her. "So beautiful and warm."
She smiled tiredly. "Shall we sleep now? I feel I could sleep a lifetime after the last few months."
Harry nodded. "You've got no arguments from me."
And so, they slept, arms and legs intertwined, naked skin on naked skin, Harry's face buried in Ginny's fiery mane.
As she drifted to sleep, Ginny wondered what would come next for them. After everything they'd faced and overcome in their short time together, she knew they could take on anything the world threw their way.