Storm Part II
The telephone rang.
Ginny Weasley got up from her cushioned bench by the window. She had been staring out into the darkness for most of the night, watching the rain pour down in sheets, blanketing the oncoming thunderstorm. She knew who was ringing her; it was Harry, trying once again plead his case.
She debated in her mind whether or not to pick up the phone, but she knew Harry all too well. He would not stop until she picked it up.
Wrapping her robe around her even tighter, she picked up the receiver.
"Yes?"
"Don't hang up!" the voice said desperately.
"Harry, there is nothing else left to say. It's a mistake for us to be together. I see that, why won't you?"
"It's not a mistake Ginny. We can work through this. We've been through worse things before, " his voice assured her.
"It's different now Harry," she said. "The world is different. We are different. Things can't be the same as they were at school, not after all that's happened."
Ginny could feel the pain in his voice as he tried to reason with her. Her own heart feeling torn apart was crying out for him as well. But she forced to herself to push those feelings aside, and listen to her head, which was telling her this was the right thing to do. She had to get off the phone with him, for she knew the more he talked, the more doubt about her feelings would creep into her mind. It had to stop.
The lights flickered above her. The full brunt of the storm would be here soon enough and the lights would be out.
"I'm sorry Harry, I have to go," she sighed, trying to hold back the mournful tears that were beginning to fall down her face.
"No Ginny, wait! If you only just listen to me,"
"Listen to what? Harry, we have to end it. Now, before it's too late, and we both get our hearts broken, or worse."
Harry pleaded once again, begging for her to understand. "That doesn't matter to me. All I want is to be with you. Nothing else matters."
His words were like a crowbar, beginning to pry open her heart and allow him in once again. Her determination began to waver and she felt herself giving in to her heart, which was aching to be with him more than ever.
But she was saved by another flickering of the lights, and Harry's voice was now nothing but dead air. The lights finally went out, and she was left alone in the darkness, save the glow of the nearby fire beginning to die out in the fireplace.
Wiping her tears away, Ginny took the incident as a good omen, and fought to keep the logical side in control, and the emotional side of herself in check. For a moment, she thought, if he had been there, she would have thrown everything away just to be with him.
"Goodbye Harry," she said softly and hung up the receiver.
The sound of thunder nearby shook the house, and the rain came down even harder now, pounding on the ceiling above her.
Guided by the light of the fire, she dug out some candles and lit them, placing them around the room before she returned to her seat by the window once again.
Ginny sobbed uncontrollably, leaning against the cool glass of the window with her forehead. She really did want to be with him. She always had. But things change, and she didn't see how it could possibly work out now.
She wondered to herself what it would have been like to have been together. It was torture to think about, but she didn't care. She longed to taste his sweet kisses from soft and slightly pouty lips. She imagined no longer having the cares she did now, allowing herself to have a family and make a home with him. Waking up to see his beautiful face every morning. Seeing the sparkle of his eyes whenever he looked at her, and the fantastic smile he would give her, instantly melting her heart.
But not anymore. It was only a silly little fantasy leftover from childhood that would never come true.
Another crash of thunder shook the flat, pounding the walls now. It seemed to continue for a moment longer than she expected it to, when suddenly she realized it was the door that was being pounded. Ginny wondered who on earth would be braving such a storm this night. Fixing her face as best she could in the dark, she grabbed a candle, and felt her way to the door.
The door opened to reveal a sopping wet Harry from head to toe.
"I can't let us end this way," he said simply, as the water streamed down his face, fogging his spectacles. A bright flash of lightning lit up the sky behind him.
"Harry Potter, are you crazy? You're soaked! Have you not looked outside lately? There's a huge storm outside! Go away, you shouldn't have come," she shouted at him, her Weasley temper beginning to erupt in annoyance. She thought him mad; he wasn't even wearing a coat.
"I don't care. I'm not leaving until you listen to me."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Fine. Come inside and dry off, before you catch pneumonia or something," she said flatly. "I'll go fetch you a towel."
She set down the candle and walked to the bathroom, feeling his eyes following her as he stood there in the foyer, saying nothing.
Handing him the towel would have probably been her best bet in this situation, but her maternal instincts kicked in, and she began toweling him herself, muttering softly at his thick-headed behavior.
Suddenly, he grabbed her hands as she raised them up to his unkempt hair, the rain making it now stick in a black mat against his head. He looked at her with a desperate, almost hungry look in his eyes. Ginny tried to ignore it, and thought to pull away, but instead found herself stopping to stare back into those emerald green eyes full of longing and despair.
Harry raised his wet hand to her, caressing her smooth face, dried with tears. She trembled at his touch, but did not stop him as he leaned into her, his face dripping with the fresh rain she yearned to taste on her lips.
Those lips only barely brushed up against hers, teasing her with the warmth and softness of them. It took everything she had in her to refrain from kissing him back, and she put her hands up for him to stop. He pulled away only sightly, looking into her eyes again as he held her face in his hands.
"I love you Ginny Weasley. I always will. And there is nothing on this earth, heaven or hell that will make me think otherwise."
Ginny looked back at him, biting her lip as she held back the tears in her eyes once again. "I'm not worthy of you," she sputtered out. "Of all the things I have done, you can't possibly . . ."
"Yes I can," Harry said, cocking his head slightly, a small smile forming on his face. "You don't have to be afraid anymore. Let me love you Ginny."
He came at her again slowly, now kissing her tenderly on the lips. Perhaps it was the passion of the moment, or rather realizing that Voldemort's power over her really didn't matter anymore, and that she was a fool for not believing in Harry, in their love, and that she no longer had to be afraid of it, but Ginny was overcome by her desire for him, and she wrapped her arms about his neck deepening their kiss.
Harry pulled her closer to him, pulling loose the messy knot that her auburn hair had been tied into, letting her hair fall easily around her shoulders. She embraced him back tightly as his tender kisses swept past her lips and trailed toward her neck and shoulder.
"Make me yours Harry, make me yours," she whispered in his ear, ready to unleash the wanton woman that had been kept inside herself for far too long.
They continued to kiss deliriously as she peeled the wet shirt from his body, exposing a smooth, moist chest, toned from Quidditch training, kissing it as she did so. In turn, Harry brushed away her own robe, leaving her with nothing but the thin camisole and panties she wore underneath. She felt his hand wander to a small patch of skin near the small of her back, causing her to shudder slightly from the tingle it gave to her pelvis. His other hand ventured further down, cupping the back of her thigh beneath her buttocks, and pulling her leg up, drawing her even closer to him for balance.
Another roll of thunder roared above them as the storm moved closer, and a soft moan came from Ginny as she tilted her head back, arching her head back enough to thrust her pelvis forward, feeling the growing tightness in his still-damp jeans.
Taking advantage of the access to her neck and shoulders she now gave him, Harry sucked and kissed them, occasionally grazing his teeth over her skin as he pulled down the strap of her camisole. Ginny traced a line down his chest to his navel, sliding her finger between him and his jeans, running it back and forth along the seam, causing him to moan himself.
He pulled away slightly to look at her, the same longing and desire now burning in the darkness of her eyes as his own. He took hold of her standing leg, lifting her small frame up from the floor. She wrapped her legs about his waist, as he carried her to the sofa. He kneeled down on the floor, resting her on the cushions.
The light from the candles around them guided her as she slowly unbuttoned his jeans, and Harry sighed with relief at the release of pressure. He captured her mouth again in another breathtaking kiss. As his hand traveled back up to her hips, he slowly probed her mouth gently with his tongue.
Thunder clapped behind lightning again as Harry's hands slowly rose from her hips, and with one swift stroke, pulled her camisole over her head. She raised her arms in sync to accommodate the movement, and reciprocated his fevered kisses as his hands slowly glided back down the gentle slopes of her freckled arms, working inwards to her breasts, which now heaved along with the shortness of her breaths.
Nestling in the valley of her cleavage, Harry gently cupped and rubbed her firm breasts, and Ginny ran her hands though his untidy hair, embracing the warmth of his body, as he put a hand behind her back, slowly laying her down into the cushions of the sofa, continuing to lap and suckle at her hardened pink nipples, arousing her to such a state of ecstasy that she moaned even louder, encouraging his actions.
Harry continued the strokes of his hands down around her navel, teasing her. When she thought she couldn't take anymore, his warm finger fished into her panties, stroking her softly, feeling the growing wetness from within. She raised her hips to meet his hand, beginning to feel the pulsating warmth centering inside, flushing her body. As if to tease her further, he inserted a finger deep inside her. Ginny bucked hard at the sudden penetration, and she grabbed him firmly by the shoulders, pulling him down on her.
He returned to her mouth, kissing her more fiercely than before. She pushed him off her, and slid off the cushions to the floor with him in front of the fireplace, now assisting him with the removal of his own clothes, still kissing him feverishly.
They laid down some blankets she kept on the back of the couch onto the floor, and Ginny rolled Harry onto his back, kissing the almost concave hollow of his chest, and worked her way down to his navel to meet her hands, which were already busy stroking his smooth organ.
He moaned with immense pleasure as she took him into her mouth, grasping her hair in his fingers and gently working his hips to accommodate her motions. She stopped when she realized that Harry's body was beginning to tense up, and he was groaning harder.
Turning her back over onto the soft blankets, he looked at her, tears forming in his eyes. "My god, you're beautiful," he said adoringly, brushing tangles of russet hair away from her face.
"Oh Harry, I love you so much," she pledged back.
Harry continued to look in her eyes, with an intensity that she had never seen before. He leaned over her, the tip of his throbbing member pressed up to her. Ginny grabbed hold of the backs of his shoulders, bracing herself for what he was about to do.
Thunder crashed over them as he plunged himself to his hilt, and Ginny screamed with pleasure and pain at the pressure she felt deep inside her. Harry thrust into her again, putting the weight of his body into her, slowly, but forcefully. She joined him in his slow rhythm, gasping in shortened breaths to match his own, but never breaking the eye contact between them, afraid to lose the moment of passion, devotion and love between them.
She could see the once green meadows of the Burrow in his eyes, the sloping hills of grasses and wildflowers of her childhood home were all there. In reality they were gone now, but she could almost feel the warm summer breeze around her again, and she could keep it in her heart forever if she could only stay focused on him, concentrating on his eyes.
As if paced by the storm above them, their fevered bodies ground together in unison at a quickening pace. Ginny strained to keep her eyes locked with Harry's, feeling herself tighten around him, as the cascading waves of pleasure began to mount over her, flushing her body once again.
Harry's expression began to change also in an another desperate look. She lowered her hands from his sweaty back, down his arms to his hands, lacing her fingers between his own, continuing to hold the intense gaze between them, until she could hold it no longer. Her eyes rolled back into her head as it tilted it back, and she cried out in ecstasy, and the white-hot sensations from her center exploded, flowing throughout her body. Harry joined her moments later, whimpering her name before he finally crashed into her in a final blow, emptying his own soul into her.
Ginny wrapped her arms about Harry as they laid there, a sweaty heap of entangled limbs. She could feel his hot breaths against her neck, warming her. She started to shift herself beneath the weight of him when she heard him whisper with bated breath, "Don't move."
"But I want to move."
"Don't move."
She relaxed her body once more and Harry slowly pushed himself up enough to look into her eyes again, yet remain snugly inside of her.
"I will never stop loving you, never. You don't have to be afraid anymore," he said intently. "Remember that."
"Yes," she said softly. And pulled him back to her, kissing him tenderly.
She would never forget again.
