Chapter Four:
Ginny lingered in the kitchen with her mother as long as she thought was needed. Harry had looked at her before heading up the stairs and she'd smiled, hoping he knew she'd be there as soon as she was certain everyone in the house was accounted for.
Going over everyone's whereabouts in her mind, Ginny ran down the list: Fred and George seeing Katie and Angelina home, check. Her father enjoying an evening of reading a Muggle mechanic's magazine in her parent's room, also check, and finally, Hermione and Ron; they were probably snuggling in Ron's room while everyone else was preoccupied. Ginny wondered if she should let Hermione know not to worry about waking her when she came back to the room, and then decided she might be getting ahead of herself. Remus and Tonks were still talking with Dumbledore and the Shacklebolts, but Ginny didn't really expect them to go checking up on Harry any time soon. And thankfully, Moody and that roving eye of his had left right after dinner. So...it looked like she could make her getaway.
Ginny removed her apron and murmured goodnight to her mum, who was listening to the wireless radio for once, and not worrying about her brood. Yes, Harry's birthday party had been just the thing they'd all needed to relax. Ginny hoped the good mood would last at least until the end of August.
Ginny hurried toward the stairs and didn't see Charlie or Bill waiting for her at the top. She ran straight into Charlie's chest and almost fell backwards, before he caught her.
"In a hurry to get somewhere, sis?" he asked her, his voice light.
Ginny cursed at herself, she'd forgotten about those two! Damn!
"Just to get out of this dress," Ginny said sweetly, trying to look demure and knew she was probably failing by the raised eyebrow Bill gave her. "It's starting to get uncomfortable and actually, I'm really beat." Ginny yawned to prove her point.
Charlie merely grinned at her and Bill just folded his arms.
"Not running off to give Harry a more personal birthday present then?" Bill asked her, watching her closely.
Ginny had been prepared for the question and knew she didn't even blush when she met her brother's eye. "No. I already gave Harry his present, you saw that. Besides, if I was running off to see Harry, do you think I would have helped mum with the dishes? It took forever." Ginny rolled her eyes for effect.
Charlie seemed to believe her, but Bill still had a look of distrust on his face. Ginny sighed. This was getting her nowhere.
"Look, Bill..." she paused and hoped she looked innocent enough to make this work, "if you want, you can wait outside while I change and then tuck me in, like you used to. But really, I've got no other plans than to be in bed as soon as I can be." You just don't have to know which bed I mean...
"Well, okay..." Bill said, still sounding uncertain. "I reckon that not even you're that good an actress then. It's just with the way you and Harry were smiling at each other all night...it made my inner older brother jump up and beg to be brought out. What is going on with you two?"
Ginny sighed inwardly. She had to play this smart, or Bill would go from letting her get to bed, to standing guard outside her door before she could say Gringotts.
"Harry and I...honestly, I don't know. We've grown closer but...I'm not certain what that means. We're just sort of...enjoying each other's company now." Well, most of that is true, Ginny thought to herself.
"Come on, Bill. We put the fear of Merlin into Harry; he's not going to do anything he shouldn't." Charlie said, trying to cover his own yawn.
Bill looked at Ginny as though trying to read her mind. "It's not Harry I think we should be worried about. But I reckon you're innocent until caught red-handed this time, Sis. Have a good night."
Bill pulled her into a hug, and she felt as though he were going to break her. He looked into her eyes again, and Ginny felt the smallest twinge of guilt for lying to him. But she wasn't about to spend her night getting lectured about the facts of life by her two older brothers. She'd much rather figure them out herself...with practical hands on training. Ginny smiled widely at her brothers.
Bill continued to gaze steadily at her, but in the end he followed Charlie down the stairs. Ginny rushed into her room and wondered if there was anything she needed. You're just going to talk to Harry. You're getting all worked up over nothing, an annoyingly sensible voice said in her head. Ginny pulled her hair loose and let it fall down over her shoulders. She didn't know if she should keep the dress on or change into something more comfortable. Oh well, this was all about Harry, right? She kept the dress on, but pulled a nightgown and robe from her wardrobe just in case. In case of what, exactly? a voice that sounded strangely like her mum's echoed in her head. Well, in case she got tired and didn't want to return to her room; she wouldn't have to sleep in her dress, that's all. Yeah, right. This time Ginny was afraid it was Ron who was speaking in her head, and she closed her eyes, willing everyone in her family to shut it.
She took a deep breath and opened up her door. Seeing that the hallway was deserted, she made her way towards Harry's room, her heart pounding in her chest.
Harry sat on his bed. Then he thought that was too presumptuous and sat at his desk, instead. Then he thought it looked too studious...cold, even, so he stood for awhile, instead. Except then he felt like an idiot for just standing about, doing nothing. He decided to put away the presents he'd received, keeping the gloves that Ginny had given him out on his desk. He looked at the small velvet box that was still on his night table and tossed it in the drawer. He wondered if he should change his clothes. He wondered if she'd get the wrong idea after she saw that he had. Then he wondered if she'd get the wrong idea if she saw that he hadn't changed clothes...in the end he settled for taking his shoes off. He reckoned it showed he was comfortable, but not too much.
All in all, Harry was, quite simply, a wreck.
He was just about to crack open Hogwarts, A History to pass the time, when a short knock came on his door. He heard Ginny outside of it.
"Harry? It's me."
Harry had an abstract, irreverent thought - who else would it be? and caught himself about to laugh nervously. Man! Get a grip, you dolt! a voice in his head admonished him.
"Harry? Hurry up, I think someone's coming up the stairs," she whispered.
Harry moved faster than lightening, and opened the door as quickly as possible. He pulled her into his room and shut the door quietly. Ginny turned and met his eyes, her mouth twitching.
"Anxious, are we?" she asked him.
"Well...er...I didn't...um...we're just talking," Harry said stupidly as he looked at her. She hadn't changed her clothes, and Harry realized that the more he looked at her in that dress, the less able for speech he really was. This is maddening.
Ginny dropped something to the floor and for the first time Harry noticed she'd brought a bag. The question must have appeared on his face because she shrugged and took a seat on the bed.
"It's a nightgown for me to wear," she said quietly. She met his eyes and smiled, mischievous all of a sudden. "But don't take that as a promise or anything, Harry. It's just a fact."
"Er, yeah..." Harry said not understanding her words until a moment later. He felt his skin flush. "Ginny...Ginny!" He said, feeling as though a complete moron had taken over his brain.
"Harry? Are you all right?" she asked him, concerned. She stood up and went to him. Harry stared at her hair, his breath leaving his body.
"I'm fine. I'm more than fine, I'm..." Harry's hand reached out of its own accord and he finally gave into something he'd wanted to do all night. He pulled her closer to him and put his hand in her hair, letting it fall through his fingers. Ginny watched his face for a moment and then tilted her head. Harry moved his hand through the thick mane of her hair, transfixed. He loved the different highlights it had; so similar to Ron's and yet so completely different. It was like a living, breathing entity- something separate from Ginny, yet a part of her as well. Harry loved the softness of her hair as it fell away from his fingers . He removed his hand from it and stared at her, suddenly gasping for breath. Ginny straightened and met his gaze. She moved in closer to him and Harry felt her wrap her arms around him. Ginny paused before kissing him, her eyes boring into his. He held his breath, afraid any small movement would distract them and this moment would be lost forever. He needn't have worried. Ginny appeared to have one mission and one mission only - to give him the best kiss in his life.
True, Harry didn't have much to compare it to, but when Ginny's lips met his, he felt his entire body wake up. He could feel everything; from the soft press of her breasts against his chest, to the barely touching feel of her legs against his. They kissed for what felt like an eternity. And maybe in a way, it was. Time just seemed to stop for Harry. Without even realizing they had moved, he felt the bed behind his leg and he toppled down to it, dragging Ginny down on top of him. She pulled back and arranged herself over him and Harry was reminded of being on the storage room floor. He suddenly realized that they should talk, before time decided to stop again and he forgot what he was doing.
"Ginny," he said softly, looking up at her. She smiled down at him, and he felt her hands pulling at his shirt.
"Wait. Please," he said, his voice rough in his ears.
Ginny paused and then nodded. She rolled off of him so that she was lying against the wall. She turned her body so that she could face him. Her face looked pale and her eyes burned with what Harry assumed must be desire. He marveled at it, and wondered if his eyes looked the same.
"We have to talk," she said quietly and he nodded. For a moment, neither of them said anything and Harry shook his head.
"Right then. Well, let me just say this and we can discuss it, if we need to - " Harry paused and looked away from her. He might be able to do this if he didn't concentrate on the reaction his body had every time he looked at that mouth of hers. That sweet mouth that even now looked good enough to eat; it was flushed pink and swollen by the strength of their previous kisses.
"I realized today that I missed you. As a friend, not just as a...girl. I...I don't know what you feel for me, Ginny - I know you said you were over me, but...look, what happened between us in the storage room was the most amazing thing I have ever experienced, and any bloke would probably tell you whatever it was you wanted to hear just so he could do it again." He finally turned to look at her, wanting her to be able to see his eyes.
"But I don't want to be just any bloke, Ginny. I...I think I'm developing feelings for you. Feelings that don't have anything to do with just being friends. And while I'm..uh...attracted to you, if you're here out of some sense of duty or something, then I want you to go, because I can't...I can't do this if you don't feel anything for me." Harry paused and then sighed. He closed his eyes and turned back to the ceiling. He listened to her breathing beside him. A moment later, he felt her hand on his arm and turned his head to look at her eyes again.
"Oh, Harry. I never got over you. That was a lie I told myself to help me sleep at night. I'm not here out of duty. I'm here because I care about you, you git, and I want to make your seventeenth birthday special. Because I want to be with you."
Harry couldn't believe it. All of the anxiety he'd been feeling left him, and he turned towards her, pulling her into his arms. He kissed her gently and her tongue greedily met his, her hand moving in between them. Harry pulled away and swallowed hard. There was one other thing on his mind.
"What about the Prophecy?" he said it quietly and couldn't meet her eyes. He looked down at the pattern on her dress.
Ginny put a hand on his face and brought it up to meet hers. "What about it? As far as I'm concerned it means you're going to kick Tom's sorry arse."
Harry blinked at her use of Riddle's name and realized that she, more than anyone, had a right to call him that. Ginny moved even closer to him, and Harry felt her hand brush against the full evidence of his desire. He groaned, all thoughts of Tom Riddle fleeing his mind.
"Ginny...I'm...not...I mean...oh gods," Harry moved his body into hers, rubbing himself against her.
Ginny responded by opening her legs slightly and even through the clothing Harry could tell they fit together. But he didn't know if he could do this; he didn't know if he had a right to do this. They'd just told each other about their feelings and everything felt as though it were moving too fast. He remembered the moving diagrams the Healer had given him, and tried to make his brain function properly.
"Ginny...are you...I mean, I'm..." He wasn't sure what he was trying to ask.
"Harry, you talk too much," Ginny said playfully. She moved again and new sensations travelled up Harry's body, making him moan out loud. He was never going to stop this, if he kept letting her do that.
He rolled away from her, almost falling off of the bed and he sat up. He gazed at her, wanting her so much that it physically hurt. But he knew they couldn't. They just...well, they just couldn't. She was only sixteen years old, and he had no right to expect her to be with him. He then realized he didn't even know if she was a virgin.
Harry set his mind straight and then got up off the bed. Ginny sat up sighing, seemingly unsurprised by his movements. She lay back against his pillow, watching him, her face a neutral mask. It was only her eyes that belied her frustrations.
"Ginny, I..." Harry didn't know how to ask a girl if she were experienced or not. Would she get upset if he assumed? If he didn't assume? "Look, I know you have um...more experience than me and I...well...have you? I mean, before?"
Ginny frowned at him, confused. Then her face cleared. "I've only kissed a few boys, Harry and had a couple of them run their hands here and there, but what we did today in the storage room and what we did right now is the farthest I've gone."
Relief spread through Harry for some reason, he didn't know why. Some small part of him had wanted him to be the first, but he knew that was ego talking. It just felt more...balanced this way. But still, Ginny seemed to be a natural at what they'd been doing. Come to think of it, he'd been acting pretty okay with everything as well. Maybe that's just how it was.
"Right then, are your worries relaxed? Everything okay now that you know we're both two fumbling kids?" Ginny said it playfully and placed her hands above her head. She looked invitingly at him, and Harry was tempted to climb back into bed and devour her.
"I...I can't," Harry said simply and knew that it was true. He couldn't give in to wanting to be with her. It was too soon. It felt too soon. He knew there must be something awfully wrong with him for not giving into the desire that seemed to be swallowing him whole, but there it was. He cast a pleading look, begging her to understand.
Ginny looked away from him, the playful expression dying on her face. She looked down at her body and suddenly looked as though she wanted to cry. Harry took a tentative step towards the bed.
"Ginny...?"
"Am I not attractive enough then, is that it? Is there something wrong with me that makes me unable to make you just forget everything for one night?"
Harry stared at her uncomprehendingly for a moment before he understood what she meant. Mentally kicking himself, he walked back over to the bed and sat down. He looked at her and saw the tears behind her eyes. He wanted to pull her into his arms and kiss every inch of her that he could get to. Couldn't she understand that she was practically driving him wild with desire?
Harry took her hand into his and brought her hand up to his lips. He did something he'd seen in an old Muggle movie once; he kissed her knuckle, his lips lingering on her skin. She glanced up at him and he smiled.
"Ginny, you have no idea how badly I want to just...jump on you and just...ravage the hell out of you. All day today I've felt as though I've been one...walking state of arousal. You have no idea how capable you are of making me forget everything. Me not kissing you all over has nothing to do with you...it's all to do with me. I just...it just feels too soon. I want it to be this amazing thing between us...I reckon that sounds entirely un...male of me, but..." Harry let his voice run off, feeling hot with embarrassment. He looked away from her, not sure if she would understand. He felt like a loser suddenly. What was his problem? All day he'd thought of practically nothing else other than getting her alone, and now here he was saying it was too soon.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny said softly. She tugged on his arm and pulled him to her. She put her hands on either side of his face. "I forget this is new for you. I forget you haven't been waiting around for me to notice you for five years. I understand and you're probably right. It is too soon."
She kissed him lightly, but it soon turned deeper, and Harry again lost track of time. Ginny pulled away suddenly and shook her head at him. "You never cease to surprise me, Harry. I would have never reckoned you to be so romantic." She smiled at him and released him, letting him settle in next to her. Harry pulled her body to his, aware that this was a dangerous position, but he suddenly didn't care.
"Romantic, huh? Hmm...I think it comes along with being a hero," he said playfully, moving his mouth towards her neck. He felt giddy and unlike himself. As Ginny laughed, Harry felt the vibration of it under his lips. He knew he'd just said he couldn't do this, but...gods, it felt good to hold her. Too good. The part of his brain that was still working made him pull away and he groaned in frustration.
Ginny smiled kindly at him and sat up. She gave him an appraising look and then rolled across him to reach for his wand. Harry was too caught up in the feeling of her body against his to really wonder what she was doing. He had to blink twice at her when she handed the wand to him.
"Lock the door and put a silencing charm on it," she whispered as she met his eyes.
"Er...um...I thought we decided...?"
"We did. Well, we decided not to do some things, right? There are other things we can do, Harry, to relieve some of this tension. I know all of this is new to you, but I've waited far too long to have you in my hands like this, and if we're not going to do everything, then I at least want something."
Harry stared dumbly at her, his mind reeling over what she meant. He was suddenly very aware that he needed to take care of something, or he'd be moaning in pain soon. Already it felt as though his arousal was about to burst.
"What things?" he asked thickly as he quickly cast both charms on the door. Ginny raised her eyebrow at him and moved her hand to his chest.
"Well, I read this book...once..." Ginny paused and her face turned pink. Harry had a sudden urge to see if the rest of her did that as well. "And...well, it is your birthday, Harry. Let me see if I can help you along with a few things."
Ginny moved and she was above him again, sitting on the side of the bed. She kicked off her shoes and wriggled her toes comfortably before turning back to him. She tugged at his shirt like before and succeeded in pulling it out of the trousers he'd been wearing. She lifted the shirt and began to kiss her way up his chest. Harry let out a low moan and took a deep breath.
"Ginny," he said, not meaning his voice to come out in a warning, but it did. She looked up at him and smiled. Her way upwards had suddenly changed directions, and she was moving her head back down his stomach. Her hand had reached the zipper of his trousers and Harry closed his eyes, wondering if he would ever wake up from this incredible dream. Realizing something, he moved his hand to stop hers and she looked at him, questioning. He gave a half-smile and slowly undid the zipper himself.
"Sorry," she said, turning pink again. She looked down and he watched her eyes widen as she looked at him. If she still had any doubt about how much he wanted her, it had to be gone now. Harry felt unable to move. She somehow managed to get his trousers off of him and Harry sucked in a breath as the cool air kissed his skin. Ginny bit her lip and look down at him again, seeming to be transfixed. She blushed when she met his eyes.
"I...didn't think it was going to be, I mean, I saw you this morning but er now since I'm er... face to face with it, it's really big," she said, her voice soft.
"Well, you certainly know how to flatter a bloke, don't you?" Harry said, suddenly feeling giddy again.
Ginny laughed and then tentatively reached out a hand and pulled on the boxers he still wore. She moved her hand over him through the fabric and Harry forgot to breathe. He stared at her in awe and couldn't imagine anything being better than this. Her hand slipped and she looked up him, worried. Harry couldn't even think of the words to tell her it was okay. Her fingers snaked into the opening of his boxers and when her skin touched his, Harry grunted and couldn't control his body thrusting upwards. He met her eyes and felt her fingers slowly wrap around him. Harry bit his lip and must have nodded his head because suddenly Ginny's hand moved upwards, over the tip, and he closed his eyes, feeling his body ache with need.
"Harry, do you mind if I...well...look at you," she asked him, her voice sounding strangely breathy.
Harry shook his head and willed her to keep touching him. His body felt as though it was on fire and all she had done was to stroke him in her hand. She moved the top of the boxers down with her other hand and then, releasing her grip on him, pulled them off of him. Harry felt unbelievably shy, and pointlessly moved a hand to cover himself but she swatted it away. She moved his legs apart and moved closer to him. She gazed at him and Harry felt his skin heating. Ginny must have noticed because she looked up and met his eyes, and he gasped when he saw the look on her face.
She didn't hesitate when she put her hand back around him and Harry moved forwards, throwing his head back. The next sensation he felt sent him spinning into some strange abyss that was pleasure and heat and oh, gods...wetness. Ginny's mouth moved inexpertly around him, but it was beautiful just the same. He watched her head moving between his legs and felt himself thrust upwards into her mouth, feeling the release he'd been trying to control come screaming out of him against his will.
A few moments later, Ginny coughed and Harry had a wild fear that he'd caused her to choke. He looked down at her, worried. She gave him a half-smile and then wiped at her mouth in wonder.
"Oh, Merlin, Ginny, I'm sorry, I..." Harry didn't know what to say. He felt pink with embarrassment.
Ginny gave him another smile and shook her head. "No, I...that was...well...that was interesting," she said, matter of fact, and she titled her head, looking pensive. Harry noticed he had stained her dress, so he knew she had managed to at least move her mouth away somewhat in time.
"Your dress, I...oh I'm sorry..." Harry laid his head back on the pillow feeling foolish all of sudden. Ginny must have sensed his discomfort because he felt her moving to lie down next to him.
"It's okay, Harry, I...just...need to practice that, I think..."
"Yeah, well, it'd probably help if I wasn't such a git and came in two seconds, either," Harry said grumpily and then blushed at what he'd said. Ginny chuckled and then sat up to look at him.
"You feel better now, don't you?"
"Er...yeah..."
"Well then, that's all that matters. Next time, I'll do it better."
Harry shook his head at her. "Ginny, what you did this time was amazing, don't worry."
"Oh, I doubt it, but I'm certain we'll have fun figuring out a technique." She said this quietly, her skin turning pink. "That is, if you want there to be a next time."
Harry stared at her and ran his hand through her hair. "Next time? Are you kidding me? Just give me five minutes and you'll be able to give it another go, if you're really that intent on perfecting a technique."
Ginny laughed and looked down at him. "Five minutes, eh?"
"Yeah, it's one of the wonders of being seventeen. Or so the Healer at St. Mungo's told me. It's about the only piece of information I actually understood."
Ginny smiled warmly at him and Harry felt amazed that what had happened had just happened. He realized he wanted to see her out of that dress more than anything.
"You know, you should take advantage of the fact that I'm ah...down...for awhile. Maybe you should put that nightgown on," he said casually, not wanting to scare her.
"I thought you said it was too soon to sleep together?" she asked him, confused.
"Er...well...I...mean...I just want you to be comfortable," he said shyly, his fingers curling around her hair.
"You mean you just want to stare at me in my nightie, that's what you really mean, Harry." Ginny said laughing. She pulled out of his arms and sat up, reaching for her bag. She pulled out the same nightgown from before and glanced at him.
"What?" he asked her.
"Should I make you close your eyes or did this morning cancel out any sense of decency I might ever hope to have?"
Harry blinked at her and then closed one eye, while keep one trained on her. Ginny laughed out loud and then punched him on the arm.
"Funny, Harry. Here, unzip me." She turned around and Harry lowered the zipper slowly down her back. His eyes hungrily gazed at her freckled skin, and his hands lingered as they reached the small of her back.
Ginny tutted at him and then stood up, still holding the dress in place with her hand. She glanced at him, blushing, and then grabbed her nightgown from the bag on the floor. She stood there staring at him, seemingly unable to move. Harry sighed. He looked down at himself.
"Why don't I take off my shirt while you take off your dress? We'll do it at the same time," he said diplomatically. "But really, considering I'm laying here almost naked, I do think it's fair I get to see you again."
"Okay, then look." Ginny said, her voice rough. Harry glanced up surprised because he'd only been joking. He watched as she let the dress fall to the floor. His mouth went dry as he looked at her standing in her bra and knickers. Praising whatever gods there were that he was seventeen, he felt that strangely familiar heat in his core again and knew the wonder of a quick recovering time. Ginny noticed too and smiled widely at him. With a mischievous look in her eye, she reached around and unhooked her bra, pulling it forward. Harry held his breath as his eyes caught a flash of what he'd seen that morning and was disappointed when she quickly lifted her arms to put the nightgown on. She sat back down on the bed and smiled shyly at him.
He reached up and pulled his shirt off and threw it at the floor. He watched Ginny's eyes travel all the way down his length and felt strangely exhilarated. She brought her eyes back up to his face and leaned in to kiss him. Harry moved his arms around her and deepened the kiss, his arousal growing. He pulled away.
"Merlin, what are we going to do all night? I can't keep touching you and staring at you and gods, Ginny..." he reached out and let his hand caress her breast. He realized that she couldn't have received much pleasure out of what had happened before, and he suddenly wanted to make her as crazy with desire as he was.
"I reckon this'll be a lesson in...control," Ginny said, through half-opened eyes, her voice low with want as he touched her. Harry ignored the throbbing between his legs and shifted so that she could lie down beside him. He moved his hands over her shoulders and then down, noticing her nipples were hard underneath the nightgown. Harry licked his lips and moved his hand underneath the fabric, this time not needing her assistance. Her skin was amazing. It was hot and soft, and without a doubt the best thing he'd ever touched. Ginny moaned as his hand claimed her breast, the rough peak rubbing against his skin.
Harry moved his other hand down across her stomach and she opened her eyes in surprise. She met his gaze and bit her lip as his fingers traveled downwards towards her knickers, inching the nightgown up as he moved. His hand moved over her mound, trying to understand its shape. She sucked in her breath as his fingers rubbed against her centre and he was amazed at how damp her knickers seemed.
"You're wet," he said, half in awe and half in amazement. She blinked up at him.
"You had doubts that I would be?"
Harry shook his head, still wondering how he had been able to do that to her. His fingers rubbed up and down over the fabric and Ginny bent her legs at the knee. He watched his hand caress her and glanced back up at her. Her face was pink with what he hoped was desire, and her eyes were wide.
"Oh Harry, just...hmm...go on, take them off. Take it all off." She lowered her legs for him, pulling the nightgown up higher.
Harry pulled down the rim of her knickers and watched in amazement as the rest of Ginny appeared before him. Her hair was curly and deeply red, darker than the hair on her head. He pulled the knickers down lower and lower until he had reached her feet. He removed them and brought them up to his face, breathing in the deep scent of her. Ginny's eyes widened, and he knew she had no idea how insanely pleasing everything about her was to him.
He moved back up her legs, his hands caressing her. He loved the ample muscle of her calves and the way her thighs felt strong beneath his fingers. When he reached her waist, he pushed the nightgown up as he moved and she raised her arms as he lifted it off of her. She trembled as he touched her, and he brought his eyes back to her face.
"You're so incredible," he said simply. He turned his attention back to her centre. His hand reached out and he cupped it over her, his fingers getting lost into the coarse, short hairs. Ginny bucked underneath his hand and closed her eyes, her breath coming in short gasps. With determination, Harry moved his finger along her slit and parted it slightly to finally touch her. It was warm and cool at the same time, and so wet that he thought his finger would just slip away. He opened her up and stared at the part of her that he couldn't believe he was seeing. He brought his hand away, smelling the scent of her on his fingers as he brought his hand up to his face. He removed his glasses and then lowered himself down. Ginny gasped his name.
"Harry? What are you...oh!" Ginny exclaimed as his face made contact with her skin. Harry immediately felt her legs clumsily close around him and he timidly used his tongue against her wetness and was rewarded by Ginny's moans. He used the same technique he'd used when she'd opened her mouth to him the first time they'd kissed. He used his tongue against her centre, loving the taste and feel of her around him. Ginny dug her heels into his back as she tried to pull him in closer. He pulled back slightly and used his finger to caress her again, not sure which way she preferred. She groaned his name and writhed underneath him. Harry watched her chest moving up and down with the force of her breathing and he realized he wanted to see her come. He grabbed his glasses and watched her as she threw her head back, panting and biting her lip. His hand rubbed her more forcefully, and he ground his palm against her.
"Harry!" Ginny cried out, suddenly kicking her legs out. Harry narrowly missed getting kicked in the head. He grinned to himself. Ginny's body collapsed as though it had been holding tight to something. Harry continued to stroke her with his fingers and finally she had to push him away, her chest heaving with pleasure. Her body was flushed bright pink as she looked at him. She moved her head and nodded slightly at him. Harry traveled up to lie next to her. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him, deeply. She pulled back and looked at him in awe.
"That was bloody amazing, Harry."
"I'll say. I'm glad I put that Silencing Charm on the door. I never knew you could be so loud," he said playfully, wrapping his hand in her hair again.
Ginny blushed and looked away. Harry pulled her into his arms and rubbed himself against her. He knew he had said they shouldn't go any further together, but gods, he wanted to be inside of her.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny said against his ear as she moved her legs around his. Harry knew they were precariously close to the point of no return. He only had to shift a little bit and he would be at her opening. He groaned and then tried to reason with himself.
"Let's just do it," Ginny whispered and Harry pulled back to look at her. "This is silly," she continued, touching his face. "I'm more than ready, Harry. I want you inside of me." Something in her eyes pleaded with him, and Harry felt himself go weak. Who was he to fight it? He knew it was too soon, but as he looked at her he just couldn't help it. He moved so that he was lying on top of her and propped himself up above her.
"Can you reach my wand?" he asked, using the last bit of control he had.
Ginny frowned and then realization hit her. She moved gently to the left and picked it up from where he'd dropped it. He took it from her and then cast the Contraception Charm. When he had learned it, he'd had no idea he'd be using it so soon. He stared back down at her and felt his heart fill with the deepest emotion he had ever felt. It seemed to tingle over his very skin.
"Ginny, I love you." He said simply. She gazed back at him, a small smile playing on her face.
"I love you, Harry. More than anything." She reached her hand down between them, stroking his hardness. Harry almost fell on top of her as his head felt dizzy with lust. He pulled out of her grasp and then parted her legs with his knee. Ginny bit her lip and looked only slightly worried as he moved his hand to her centre. Opening her up, he placed himself just outside of her entrance. He knew he was going to hurt her and prayed that it would only be for a short time and that she could enjoy it a little bit, at least.
"Go on," she whispered suddenly, her brown eyes wide and dark. Harry wanted to plunge himself into her, but forced himself to go slow. He watched the grimace of pain on her face and almost pulled back out. She gripped his arm strongly and shook her head.
"Don't even think about it, Potter," she said, her voice thick. She moved underneath him and forced him to enter her more deeply. Harry felt himself slip into her warmth and wetness and knew he would never feel anything that felt as brilliant as this.
"Oh, gods, Ginny..." he whispered against her skin, his lips capturing hers in a kiss.
Ginny moved underneath him again and pulled away from him, her voice an odd mixture pain and need.
"Just go fast, Harry. Don't worry about me, just do what feels right."
"I don't want to hurt you," he said as he looked down at her.
Ginny closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Too late for that Harry, but each time you move the pain goes farther away."
Harry understood and then started moving inside of her. He stumbled as he tried to move fast enough for her. His movements were uneven and his chest felt heavy. He pulled out and then moved quickly back in, trying to find a rhythm. Ginny had closed her eyes and her face was one of concentration and agony. He couldn't do this...he couldn't hurt her. He pulled back, to pull all of the way out of her, but Ginny guessed what his movement meant and used the leg she'd wrapped around him to pull him back to her body. She opened her eyes as she bucked underneath him and a new flash of sensation coursed through him. He watched her as she tried to make their bodies meet, her eyes full of desire.
"Merlin, Harry, just...oh..." Her voice was low and wanton. Harry felt braver suddenly and moved deeper into her, pining her beneath him.
"Oh, fuck, Harry..." he heard her say in his ear and something inside of him seem to break. He moved faster, grinding himself into her. The sound of her voice cursing in his ear had turned him on even more and he lost himself to the sensation of her warmth around him. Ginny rubbed against him and answered his body's rhythm. She moaned low in his ear as he thrust and Harry felt his release building.
"Yes, Harry...just...oh...just faster..." she whispered and Harry didn't need to be told twice. He moved back and forth inside of her and then finally cried out as he came, grunting into her shoulder as he collapsed on top of her. His glasses had slipped off of his face sometime during it and they cut into his face at a painful angle. But he didn't seem to care.
Ginny continued to move underneath him and wrapped both her legs around his back, pulling him closer to her. He knew she hadn't come, but he knew she hadn't hated it either. He pulled his head up and looked at her. She smiled when she saw his face and used her hand to right his glasses.
"Thanks," he said sheepishly.
He pulled out of her and then lay back against the bed. He felt as though his world had just exploded. Nothing would ever be the same after this. Ginny's hand on his face brought him out of his reverie and he looked at her. There were tears in her eyes. He immediately felt regret and pulled her to him.
"Oh, Ginny, I'm sorry I hurt you, I tried...I really tried..."
"I know, Harry. It's okay. I'm just...overwhelmed," she paused and he felt her move against him. "And really sore."
Harry frowned, wanting to take away her discomfort. It wasn't fair that he was allowed to experience this amazing thing and all she'd been able to do was suffer the pain of him forcing himself inside of her.
She touched his face again and gave him a wistful smile. "It's not anything I can't live with Harry, so relax. I did enjoy parts of it enough to know I want to keep doing it."
"If I could turn it around and take the pain of it, I would."
"I know, Harry. That's what makes you, you." Ginny looked down in between their bodies and shook her head. "I think we made a mess though."
Harry had noticed that. He grabbed his wand again and used it to clean up the wet spot they'd made. He touched the spot, briefly amazed that just a moment ago that had been there because he'd joined himself with her. He placed his wand back on the night table and pulled Ginny into his arms.
"I meant what I said," he said quietly, loving the way he could feel her heart beating in her chest. "I love you."
"Good," Ginny said as she raised her head to laugh at him. "I'd hate to think you just said it to have your way with me."
Harry gave her a look and she giggled. She moved again and her face changed, flashing again with pain. Harry touched her chin.
"What can I do to make you less sore?"
"I don't know," she said honestly, considering it. "I just feel as though I've been...ripped apart and put back together again. But in a good way." She added, seeing his expression. Harry didn't understand.
Sensing his lack of comprehension, Ginny rolled over so that her head was resting on his chest. She tenderly traced the line of his jaw with her hand. "It's like...when you entered me, I felt as though I was breaking. But then when you pulled out and you were going to stop, I couldn't stand it. I needed to keep feeling you inside me. It was as though I was being completed somehow. I'm sure that sounds unbelievably corny, but..."
"No, I think I understand a bit," Harry said softly. He had felt the same sort of completion as well, but without the pain. He wanted to make it up to her. He captured her hand with his own and kissed her fingers again. Rolling over so that Ginny lay beneath him again, he kissed her deeply on the lips and wrapped her arms around his back. He moved his head down so that he was kissing her neck, caressing each bit of skin he could find. Ginny's hand worked its way through his hair and she sighed, her breath traveling over his skin. When he reached her breasts he moved his hands to tease them again, rubbing his thumb over their peaks. She seemed more sensitive now than before and she moaned before his mouth even clasped over her. As he played with her nipple in his mouth, his hand reached down to her centre and she gasped as he found the point that made her shudder. Mindful of her soreness, he moved his finger in small circles, barely touching her. He kissed his way around her breast, loving the salty taste of her sweat. She arched her back and Harry merely watched her in awe. His finger grazed over her once, then twice again, feeling her wetness. His fingers slipped inside of her and she bit her lip. She opened up her eyes and looked at him, need radiating from her. They kept their eyes locked on each other as Ginny reached her climax, her body moving upwards as she came. She grunted and then shook her head, her hair flying around her in a brilliant shock of red. He moved back up and kissed her. When they finally parted, Ginny grinned against this cheek, her breath tickling his ear.
"Oh gods, Harry. That was..."
"That was what you deserved," he said quietly, lying back on the bed, feeling exhausted. Ginny moaned something unintelligible against his body and curled herself against him. He didn't need to know what she'd said to understand it.
They fell asleep holding onto each other as though they were never going to let go.
Harry became aware of two things when he woke up - one, he'd fallen asleep with his glasses on and they were now hanging off his face and two - Ginny's hand was wrapped around him in the most delicious way possible. He straightened his frames, looking down at her. She was watching her hand as it move up and down over him, a look of wonder on her face. He cleared his throat.
"Er...you want me to leave the two of you alone?"
Ginny startled and let go of him, an action Harry was immediately sorry for. He watched as Ginny turned a deep red colour.
"Sorry, I er...you were still sleeping and I noticed you were um...well...a part of you was awake. I reckon I was a bit fascinated. It was an impulse."
"Well, by all means, don't let me stop you from acting on any wanton impulses," Harry said shyly, a laugh daring to erupt as he looked at her embarrassed expression.
Ginny bit her lip and reached out and gripped him again, and Harry thought he'd just found the most perfect way to wake up. He watched as Ginny tried different hand movements and different ways of stroking him. It'd be laughable, he reckoned to himself, if it didn't feel so incredible to have a beautiful girl wake you up with her hand. Ginny was concentrating so hard on him that Harry chuckled even as the first wave of pleasure raced through him. She stopped and looked at him, surprised.
"What's so funny?"
"You," Harry gasped out, his breath shallow. "You look like you're studying the effects of a Potion or spell or something. So technical."
Ginny blushed and reached out to stroke him again and he stopped her hand, pulling her up into his arms instead. He crushed her against him and kissed her.
"Ergh...Harry! We have morning breath, yuck."
"Right, then. No snogging allowed in the morning but this is okay I take it?" Harry moved his hand to cup her bottom and found her entrance with his fingers. She was already wet, amazingly enough. Ginny moaned softly as he explored her with his fingers. Her hand reached down and she rubbed her hand over him again, recapturing her rhythm from before. Harry closed his eyes and tried to concentrate on his own hand rubbing her, instead of the crest of pleasure that she was causing to restart in him. Ginny shifted her body, her legs opening up wider. The only sound in the room was the one of their breathing, mixing with the soft wet sounds of their hands on each other. Harry opened his eyes to see her watching him. He gave her a sheepish smile and she kissed him, briefly. She pulled back, her eyes opened wide as he suddenly switched speeds. She did the same to him and they were soon both hurrying towards that edge of satisfaction. Ginny cried out when she came and Harry let go, exploding into her hand a moment later.
"Keep...hmm...stroking..." he muttered, his head feeling dizzy. He threw his head back as she continued to move her hand. Finally, he nodded for her to stop and he watched as she brought her hand up to her mouth and licked the fingers. She had a strange expression on her face.
"What is that look for?" he asked, suddenly curious. He felt his senses slowly returning one by one.
Ginny shrugged. "Just...boys are weird." She laughed as she spoke and reached across him to get his wand. He used it to clean them off again and then lay back against the pillow, pulling her with him.
"Weird? Hmm...I think I liked it better when you were telling me how gigantic I was."
"I said big, Harry. Not gigantic. And anyway...I just...I don't know how you work with those things," she nodded towards his middle and shook her head. Harry laughed.
"Yeah, well, to tell you the truth I don't know how we do either. They're a pain in the arse most times."
Ginny turned pink. "Yeah, I know. At one point during the night we must have shifted positions and I woke up with something poking me in the backside. Imagine my surprise to see it was you."
Harry blushed. He couldn't remember having any particularly sexy dreams. "Yeah, well, sometimes that part of my anatomy has a mind of its own. Sorry."
Ginny giggled and curled her arms around him again. Harry could hardly believe they were lying in bed; having made love the night before and now they had just given each other even more pleasure. He felt as though he was going to enjoy being seventeen very much.
Ginny sighed after awhile and pulled away from him. She looked lovingly at him and started to get off of the bed, but he stopped her.
"Hey, where are you going? Don't we get to have another go? I've heard morning sex can be really good."
Ginny laughed and the sound of it worked its way over his skin. He loved making her laugh.
"And who told you that? But no, it's later than it should be. I need to get back to my room. If my mum comes by and sees I never even slept there...well, I don't want to think about what my brothers would do to us."
The reality of things came back to him, and Harry felt the edge of his happiness waver. She was right, they couldn't get caught. Her whole family would kill him. Especially after the big speech he'd given Bill and Charlie last night. Still, he hated to see her go...
He sat up and watched her collect her clothing from the floor, stuffing them into her bag. She grabbed her shoes and slipped them on her feet as she wrapped a robe around her.
"Ginny," he said, quietly and she looked at him. She smiled and sat down next to him on the bed.
"Don't worry Harry; we have the rest of the summer to explore each other. I'm going to be in this room so much, you're going to get sick of me."
"Never," he said simply and reached up to kiss her. Ginny was in his arms again before he realized it, and she reluctantly pulled away.
"Oh Merlin, Harry. You're going to be the death of me. I'm half-way tempted to shag you senseless and not care if anyone knows about it. But we can't. They're just not...they're not ready for us to be us."
She pulled away from him and stood up. He watched her a moment and then remembered something. He reached into the drawer on his night table and pulled out the small velvet box he'd meant to surprise her with. He handed it up to her and she looked at it in curiosity.
"I bought it for you yesterday, in Diagon Alley. I thought...well, I thought it'd be nice for you to wear on your robes. At school."
Ginny smiled and opened the box. Her face lit up as she took the pin out of the box. "Oh! Harry, it's beautiful. A Gryffindor pin, with my name. How sweet!"
Harry blushed. He now felt as though the pin were a lousy way to express his feelings for her. He should have bought her something grand, something that indicated how much he cared for her.
"I'll put it on right now," Ginny was saying and she moved in front of the mirror, pinning it to her bathrobe.
"Er, well, I meant for you to wear it on your school robes."
"I know, silly, but we're not at school now, are we?" Ginny looked at it in the mirror and a bright smile filled her face. Harry felt himself turn red.
"What's the matter?" she asked him, seeing his embarrassment.
"Nothing, it's just...I got it before...you know, and now...I don't know. Now it just seems silly. You deserve something better."
"Oh, Harry. I don't need big shiny things to make me feel better. I know Ron bemoans our poor lot in life, but I'm fine with most things. Just the idea that you thought of me and bought it means more than what it is. Honest."
She joined him on the bed again, and they were kissing before Harry could argue with her. He felt himself respond to her softness and she chuckled when she pulled away.
"My, my...but you seventeen year olds do have energy don't you?"
"I think it's your influence. You've created a monster."
Ginny raised her eyebrow at him and laughed. She shook her head and stood up again. "An oversexed monster, more like it. But now I really do have to get back. It's far too light out."
She went to the door and stopped, listening. She looked back at him and smiled. "Bye Harry, have a good morning."
"I already have."
Ginny winked at him and then slipped out of the door, closing it softly after her. Harry lay back against his pillow, wondering if he should go back to sleep. The image of Ginny's naked body bloomed in his head and he groaned. No, sleep was definitely out of the question.
He didn't know how he was going to make it through the days.
