A/N: There's a
third part to this located on Gryffindortower.net, written by Her Majesty
Ashwinder, Queen of H/G. If you're
interested, it's in the restricted section.
Click here: http://www.gryffindortower.net/Library/Ashwinder/ashwinder.htm
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I've
completely lost my mind,
he thought as for the third night in a row, Harry gazed out Ron's bedroom
window, hoping to see her again. It was strange, how that one moment in the
forest changed everything he thought he knew about the girl named Ginny
Weasley. He'd walked with her back to
the Burrow that first night, murmured goodnight to her as she went into her
room. He'd gone back to his own bed,
reflecting on all that had taken place that night, sleeping uncomfortably as
the memory of her dancing in the forest haunted through his mind. The next day and the two that followed left
him feeling odd, like something
momentous took place in that dark wood where he watched her dance. He'd not spoken to her since that first
night, didn't want to know if he'd imagined the entire thing out of some
beautiful, ancient, erotic dream. So
Harry silently waited by the window each night, praying he'd see her head out
again to the woods. And every morning,
Ron woke him up from his post, asking him all sorts of questions that Harry had
no answers to.
Harry was just
dozing off on that third night when a glimmer caught his eye. Suddenly wide awake, he looked out the open
window. It was her. And like that first night, Harry silently
followed, with no thought for the fact that he was once again hardly clothed. Barefooted, he chased her through the
garden, out into the woods, stealthily tracking her movements through the mass
of leaves and branches. Once he reached
the dark trees, the music beckoned him, he could hear the melody of the flute
accompanied by other instruments. He stopped at the old oak, too scared to
move, terrified of discovery.
The vision that
greeted his eyes was no less intense than that first night. She was there, enclosed in a ring of light,
the magical creatures surrounding her as she played her flute. The fairies, pixies and sprites flew about,
the hum of their wings blending in with the symphony of the wood elves who
played violins, mandolins, and panpipes.
Moonlight and the glow from the fairies blended together to illuminate
her skin, casting a golden glow about her as if she had tumbled down to Earth
straight from the Heavens. He leaned up
against the trunk of the oak, watching the temptress as she danced within the
circle. Slow molten heat washed over
him, rushing through his veins, spreading to every part of his body. Air gushed through his lungs as he fought to
breathe. His body throbbed to the primitive beat of the music. Biting back a moan of longing, he memorized
her every feature. Her brown eyes
twinkled like gems, her red hair a wave of fire in the soft glow, cheeks and
lips tinted a soft rose. He couldn't
hide from her, he needed to go to her.
Harry must have made some noise, something that alerted her to his
presence because she glanced over to where he was. She took the flute from her lips, and with the smile of Eve, she
reached out her hands to him, summoning him, daring him to come closer. The circle of creatures parted as he went to
her, craving to be a part of her, wanting to stand in that ring of music and
light with her and share the sensual beauty of the night that fell around
them.
"I knew you'd
come," she said huskily when he reached her.
The back of his fingers gently touched the smooth silk of her cheek as
he brought her closer to him to whisper his heart's desire in her ear.
"Dance for me."
Lips as soft as
rose petals gently caressed his cheek as she kissed him, tracing a path from
his ear to the corner of his lips.
Smiling, she eased back from him and began the dance. Harry's heart pounded in his chest as she
danced for him, while the other creatures surrounding them continued the
melody. The liquid gold of her dress
hugged her body as she moved, tormenting him with the delicate curve of a
thigh, a hip, the gentle slope of a breast.
She was beauty, she was desire, she was the center of his universe. Nothing else existed beyond the band of
fairies that engulfed them. With each
graceful, sensual step she took, he became her willing slave. She was his captor; his mind, body, and soul
were hers to command. She wove a thick
chain of desire around him as the dance grew innocently erotic. She invaded all
senses, he couldn't feel the bite of the wind blowing against his naked skin,
never felt the cool damp grass beneath his bare feet, didn't see the fairies
flit about him. She twirled around and
around him, her eyes challenging him to join her as she lightly traced a finger
down his spine, branding him with her touch. His back arched into the caress;
he sucked in a deep breath and joined in the dance, following her lead as they
circled together, loving the feel of her inside the shelter of his arms, his
eyes closing blissfully as she lightly rubbed against his body. Dizzy, he pulled her to him, needing to feel
all of her. Laughing gaily, she fell
into his warm embrace.
"Ginny," he
moaned, his body aching where she touched him, where she didn't touch him.
"What do you
want Harry?" she breathed against his lips.
"You. Just you."
She gave him
another slow smile. "Then you shall
have me."
The End
