A/N – Another update here for you guys. I think I'm going to update every Monday and Friday, depending on how much time I have to prepare the next chapter, of course. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this addition.
Trigger Warning – Mentions of child abuse, both neglect and physical abuse towards Harry.
"How about a game of Quidditch?" Harry asked Ron, Hermione, and Ginny, as him and Ginny entered the living room.
"Sure, but I want different teams today." Answered Ron, shooting a bitter look at Hermione.
"Oh because I'm so terrible am I Ronald." Hermione snapped back at him.
"At Quidditch, yeah." Ron answered while laughing.
"Well count me out then."
"No, come on…How're we supposed to play with three people?" Ron responded, Ginny could have sworn she saw steam escaping from his ears from pure rage.
"You'll have to figure it out Ronald because there is no way you'll get me on a broom today."
And with that, Ron and Hermione stomped off upstairs to continue their row. In fact, Hermione was correct as she usually is. Ten minutes later Ron came sulking down the stairs.
"Ginny, Hermione isn't playing, and we need an even number so, you're out." Ron barked at Ginny, before making a leave for the back door.
"Hold on Ron, just because you don't know when to shut your mouth doesn't mean that Ginny should suffer as a result." Harry snapped back at Ron.
Ginny's heart gave a little flutter at the thought of Harry standing up for her. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea that Harry saw her as more than just her best friend's baby sister. Finding it still a little odd that he saw her as desirable, despite what they had done together last night.
"Well what do you suggest we do then?" Ron questioned Harry, "Seeing as you're so keen for her to play."
Harry gained a mischievous glint in his eyes as he responded, "I'll play against you and Ginny…And I'll win."
Ginny burst out into a hearty laugh, "Yeah right, if you want a single-handed victory, you need me against the two of you."
"Oh come on…I don't want to be stuck with Ginny…" Ron whined.
"Maybe we should kick you out, Ronald." Ginny snapped at him.
"Good idea…He can referee." Harry smirked as he said this, "Besides, it makes an easier victory for me…"
"And we know how much you need it to be made easier for you don't we." Ginny teased, falling right into Harry's mischievous hands.
"Alright…Let's make this interesting…" Harry started, "The winner gets…eternal glory…pride, honour…and the opportunity to make the other person do something over dinner, anything of their choosing."
"What kind of things do you have in mind?" Ginny questioned Harry, giving him a sultry look that she hoped Ron couldn't see.
"Oh…So you're assuming I'll win then…Good to know you've already accepted your fate." Harry said, a smug look resting on his face
"As if, you may be a better seeker than me, but I'm far superior as a chaser, or keeper, or even beater…You're just a bit too skinny and scrawny to be in any of those positions. Too weak. One swift blow and you'd fall straight down. They require a bit more muscle." She flexed her muscles as she said this and causing Ron to scoff at her. Although a look came upon Harry's face like he'd been struck straight through the heart.
"You know what…Never mind." Harry sail solemnly, before heading upstairs.
Ginny's heart sank. She knew she had crossed a line. Why had she said that? He probably never even wanted to speak to her again now, never mind…
She quickly rushed up the stairs after him. The door to Fred and George's room was closed, so Ginny tentatively knocked on the door before entering.
Harry was sat on the edge of the bed, staring out into the room, into emptiness.
"I'm…I'm sorry." Ginny said softly. "I didn't think…I know you probably hate me now but…I'm so sorry."
Tears began to form in Ginny's eyes. She couldn't let herself cry. She'd made a mess of everything already; she couldn't make things any worse.
"How could you think I'd ever hate you…" Harry said, looking up at her with adoring eyes, "I lo…I really like you…It just hit a nerve, that's all."
Ginny sat next to him and put an arm around his shoulders. She felt him relax into her as he began, "When I was a child, my aunt used to give me almost all of the chores around the house to do, from a very small age. Whenever I couldn't do anything, either from not knowing how or…being too weak, she would…She'd lock me in the cupboard under the stairs, where I slept, and…would refuse to feed me until it was absolutely necessary. Making me weaker. Making me feel as if I were…wasting away…My uncle was worse…much worse."
With this, Harry pulled his shirt over his head, "I thought you'd have noticed last night, to be honest."
"I didn't want to bring it up…I didn't want to…" Ginny said, being careful with her choice of words.
Thick red bands covered his back, as if he'd been struck with a belt. Streams of tears began to fall down his face.
"I'm so…so sorry." Harry said to her, trying to wipe the tears from his face.
"You don't have anything to apologise for." Ginny quickly replied as she drew him into her. His head rested on her chest as his body shook with sobs. Ginny just held him, stroking her hand through his hair. She hated his relatives for what they had done to him. Hated how they could leave him so damaged and get away with it. And she hated everyone who contributed to sending him back every year. Forcing him to relive all of that trauma year, after year, after year…
After staying like that for what felt like several hours, Harry looked up at her and whispered, "Thank you."
Ginny pressed a gently kiss to his forehead, then each of his cheeks, before pressing a lingering kiss to his lips. Harry deepened the kiss, cupping the sides of her face as he did so.
They fell back against the bed together, hands beginning to wander over each other's bodies once again, but this time slower, more sensual, more caringly. As Harry's hand ran up Ginny's body, he took her top with her, revealing her black laced bra. He pressed a tender kiss to the top of her cleavage and whispered, "You're so amazing."
Harry mover to unclip her bra, fumbling a little at the clasp before tossing it to the floor and kissing her chest, causing her head to fall back in pleasure.
She gently rolled her hips on his lap, feeling his cock become hard beneath her as she did so, she smirked at the reaction she had caused for him and reached down to unfasten his belt. Lifting his hips from the bed, Harry helped Ginny remove his trousers, taking his boxers along with them.
Ginny gripped her hand around his hardened shaft, running several strokes up and down it.
"Ah…Sweetie, as amazing as that feels, if you want this to last much longer, you're gonna have to stop that." Harry said with shaky breath.
Ginny loved the way he referred to her as sweetie. Almost as much as she loved the reaction, she was causing him to have. She pulled her skirt and tights down her soft thighs as Harry reached for a condom. After she was fully naked, she took the condom out of his hand and unwrapped it before placing it on him.
Ginny rose on her knees and lined her entrance up with him and Harry grabbed hold of her hips, guiding him down onto his cock.
Pleasure raked through her body as she began to move up and down on his long, hard shaft. Their joint pants rattled around the room and delicate moans escaped from their mouths. Harry's hands remained gripped tightly onto her hips, pushing her down onto him harder, faster, causing shocks of pleasure rush through her body.
As she felt herself rising towards her orgasm, Harry removed one of his hands from her hips and began to draw lazy circles on her clitoris, causing Ginny to fall forwards and have to rest her hand on his chest to steady herself.
Orgasm overpowered her body, causing her rattled cry to ring around the room. This sent Harry into his own orgasm, crying out her name as he did.
As his cock softened, Ginny removed herself from him and rolled onto the bed at the side of him and placed an arm around him as they lay together catching their breath.