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Chapter 5: Back in the Hut
Meanwhile, back in the hut (a/n: lol!) Harry had bolted to the other room in the hut, he was shaking (but he was trying not to); he'd only seen those eyes on one person, and that person was hard to forget! Harry could still see Ginny in the other room, she was trembling also, and she was still looking at him, those fiery eyes blazing, piercing through his heart; and even though she was looking at him, he assumed that she couldn't see him all the way. He figured this due to the small pain-like, and resisting moans, and the defiant and commanding phrases she kept uttering.
"Ginny? Are you alright?" When she didn't respond, he asked her, "Is this even you?"
She looked up, her eyes blue again, "Harry, Harry help me!" but then she went on to talk to someone else, someone who wasn't really there, "No, no I won't!" She began shaking violently, her eyes turned quickly from blue to purple to red! She began to stand up, and slowly walk toward him, and when she talked, her voice wasn't the adorably meek voice of Ginny Weasly, it was much deeper, cold, spiteful, and it sort of echoed. "Oh," feigned sympathy, "is the amazing, fabulously-courageous, spectacular Harry Potter afraid?" She raised her eyebrows mockingly.
Harry was too stunned, confused, and mostly terrified to speak; he didn't know how to handle this, he could deal with Voldemort in an evildoer's body. Yet, in this case He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was in this adorable girl's (who he found pretty attractive, along with Hermionie, but wouldn't admit this either) body, how could he respond? He didn't want to hurt her. If he tried to kill Voldemort, he might just kill her, but if he didn't do anything then Ginny and he would both probably die anyway. Lifting his wand, he loudly cast the spell that would obliviate any evil spirit. "Exercosias! *" A blue bolt of lightning-like light flew into Ginny, and she collapsed onto the ground, dead-looking, although her eyes were closed. There was a green spirit-like thing hovering in the air (obviously Voldemort), but just as Harry raised his wand to dissipate it, the spirit- like thing flew at him, causing him to throw himself to the floor. When he looked up, he caught a slight glimpse of the thing flying through the roof.
He couldn't be bothered with this; he crawled dejectedly and worriedly toward Ginny. As scared as he was that she would try to attack him again, he (for the most part) knew that he'd dealt with the thing trying to cause him harm. He bravely told himself that now all that was left was the sweet, loving, adorable girl that he'd known for four years of his life. "Ginny!" He shook her, this reminded him of the time in his second year when he found her lying in the Chamber of Secrets, which too had been He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named's fault. Her eyelids fluttered and her opened.
"Harry, is that you? What's going on, where are we?" Ginny said in her meek little frightened voice.
"Ginny!" He pulled her into a hug, and both of their stomachs flitted up to their throats with giddiness. "Don't worry, everything's gonna' be okay now."
She clutched at him, tears poured down her cheeks, and onto his back. "Is it? The last thing that I remember is, fighting the basilisk down in the chamber, then Tom was there, and he was trying to take me. It almost worked for him, I'm afraid it might've, I tried to stop them, but he and the snake were just so much stronger!"
"It's okay, It's okay." He wanted to take this pain away from her, especially these memories, they were his entire fault! He pushed her shoulders away, and felt his heart want to go with her.
"Harry," she looked up, and saw his downfallen face, "HARRY! What's wrong?"
"Nothing, anymore." He instinctively pulled her into a passionate kiss. She lost all of her senses, she'd wanted him to do this for the longest time. She clutched at him, so giddy that she felt the room disappear. Everything was gone, it was just her and Harry and euphoria (a/n: a rather cool word for happiness). She felt Harry reluctantly pull away.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She didn't really want an answer, and began leaning in for more ecstasy, but felt Harry's fingers on her lips. She knew that he was serious and, all the while afraid of what he might say, opened her eyes. She saw his face, his eyes wide, and his expression easily readable, he was clearly torn between amusement, happiness, and confusion. Her hands, which had been being used to pull him in, were laced delicately around his neck. His arms were wrapped halfway around her shoulders, and onto her back very strong and supporting.
"Ginny, this is wrong, you're my best-friend's sister."
Her eyes filled with pain, and tears. "Is that all that you truly think of me, even after that?"
"Y-, um," he began, but realized that that would be lying, "No, to be 100% honest. I'm not entirely sure about how I feel."
"Harry, please tell me. I can tell you how I feel about you, if that would help at all."
"How do you feel?"
"I feel like you're the answer to all of my prayers, and when you kissed me just now, I felt safer than I would in a locked, padded, solitary room, with guards. Harry, I feel things for you that would be beyond my comprehension, were it not for the fact that I feel them! Did that help in the least bit?"
"Why yes, Ginny, it did."
"Really? How do you feel?"
"I feel like doing this." He pulled her in for the second moment of pure ecstasy. He had felt so confused, up until now. When she had told him how she felt, her assured-ness, made him feel so much more certain of the feeling he felt. These kisses were no where near anything that he had ever thought such kisses could be. Resisting the urge to go for a deeper kiss, he just pulled her body closer to him. He felt her rubbing the back of his neck, and twirling his hair around her finger.
When she felt him pull her into him, she knew how he felt. She began giddily playing with his hair, how badly she had always wanted this kiss. She savored it, but eventually reluctantly pulled away.
She looked up, not knowing that, at the same time on another part of the island this was being said at the same time, "So, what do we do now?"
* This word (Exercosias) was made up by me, the author, and I can not verify that J.K. Rowling ever intended such a spell. I created it out of the word, Exorcism.
Yeah, well I liked that, in the beginning, I thought that I was going to go for a more scary approach, but the romance turned out all right. Please review this, because I need the encouragement. Thank you!
Chapter 5: Back in the Hut
Meanwhile, back in the hut (a/n: lol!) Harry had bolted to the other room in the hut, he was shaking (but he was trying not to); he'd only seen those eyes on one person, and that person was hard to forget! Harry could still see Ginny in the other room, she was trembling also, and she was still looking at him, those fiery eyes blazing, piercing through his heart; and even though she was looking at him, he assumed that she couldn't see him all the way. He figured this due to the small pain-like, and resisting moans, and the defiant and commanding phrases she kept uttering.
"Ginny? Are you alright?" When she didn't respond, he asked her, "Is this even you?"
She looked up, her eyes blue again, "Harry, Harry help me!" but then she went on to talk to someone else, someone who wasn't really there, "No, no I won't!" She began shaking violently, her eyes turned quickly from blue to purple to red! She began to stand up, and slowly walk toward him, and when she talked, her voice wasn't the adorably meek voice of Ginny Weasly, it was much deeper, cold, spiteful, and it sort of echoed. "Oh," feigned sympathy, "is the amazing, fabulously-courageous, spectacular Harry Potter afraid?" She raised her eyebrows mockingly.
Harry was too stunned, confused, and mostly terrified to speak; he didn't know how to handle this, he could deal with Voldemort in an evildoer's body. Yet, in this case He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named was in this adorable girl's (who he found pretty attractive, along with Hermionie, but wouldn't admit this either) body, how could he respond? He didn't want to hurt her. If he tried to kill Voldemort, he might just kill her, but if he didn't do anything then Ginny and he would both probably die anyway. Lifting his wand, he loudly cast the spell that would obliviate any evil spirit. "Exercosias! *" A blue bolt of lightning-like light flew into Ginny, and she collapsed onto the ground, dead-looking, although her eyes were closed. There was a green spirit-like thing hovering in the air (obviously Voldemort), but just as Harry raised his wand to dissipate it, the spirit- like thing flew at him, causing him to throw himself to the floor. When he looked up, he caught a slight glimpse of the thing flying through the roof.
He couldn't be bothered with this; he crawled dejectedly and worriedly toward Ginny. As scared as he was that she would try to attack him again, he (for the most part) knew that he'd dealt with the thing trying to cause him harm. He bravely told himself that now all that was left was the sweet, loving, adorable girl that he'd known for four years of his life. "Ginny!" He shook her, this reminded him of the time in his second year when he found her lying in the Chamber of Secrets, which too had been He-Who-Must- Not-Be-Named's fault. Her eyelids fluttered and her opened.
"Harry, is that you? What's going on, where are we?" Ginny said in her meek little frightened voice.
"Ginny!" He pulled her into a hug, and both of their stomachs flitted up to their throats with giddiness. "Don't worry, everything's gonna' be okay now."
She clutched at him, tears poured down her cheeks, and onto his back. "Is it? The last thing that I remember is, fighting the basilisk down in the chamber, then Tom was there, and he was trying to take me. It almost worked for him, I'm afraid it might've, I tried to stop them, but he and the snake were just so much stronger!"
"It's okay, It's okay." He wanted to take this pain away from her, especially these memories, they were his entire fault! He pushed her shoulders away, and felt his heart want to go with her.
"Harry," she looked up, and saw his downfallen face, "HARRY! What's wrong?"
"Nothing, anymore." He instinctively pulled her into a passionate kiss. She lost all of her senses, she'd wanted him to do this for the longest time. She clutched at him, so giddy that she felt the room disappear. Everything was gone, it was just her and Harry and euphoria (a/n: a rather cool word for happiness). She felt Harry reluctantly pull away.
"Harry, what's wrong?" She didn't really want an answer, and began leaning in for more ecstasy, but felt Harry's fingers on her lips. She knew that he was serious and, all the while afraid of what he might say, opened her eyes. She saw his face, his eyes wide, and his expression easily readable, he was clearly torn between amusement, happiness, and confusion. Her hands, which had been being used to pull him in, were laced delicately around his neck. His arms were wrapped halfway around her shoulders, and onto her back very strong and supporting.
"Ginny, this is wrong, you're my best-friend's sister."
Her eyes filled with pain, and tears. "Is that all that you truly think of me, even after that?"
"Y-, um," he began, but realized that that would be lying, "No, to be 100% honest. I'm not entirely sure about how I feel."
"Harry, please tell me. I can tell you how I feel about you, if that would help at all."
"How do you feel?"
"I feel like you're the answer to all of my prayers, and when you kissed me just now, I felt safer than I would in a locked, padded, solitary room, with guards. Harry, I feel things for you that would be beyond my comprehension, were it not for the fact that I feel them! Did that help in the least bit?"
"Why yes, Ginny, it did."
"Really? How do you feel?"
"I feel like doing this." He pulled her in for the second moment of pure ecstasy. He had felt so confused, up until now. When she had told him how she felt, her assured-ness, made him feel so much more certain of the feeling he felt. These kisses were no where near anything that he had ever thought such kisses could be. Resisting the urge to go for a deeper kiss, he just pulled her body closer to him. He felt her rubbing the back of his neck, and twirling his hair around her finger.
When she felt him pull her into him, she knew how he felt. She began giddily playing with his hair, how badly she had always wanted this kiss. She savored it, but eventually reluctantly pulled away.
She looked up, not knowing that, at the same time on another part of the island this was being said at the same time, "So, what do we do now?"
* This word (Exercosias) was made up by me, the author, and I can not verify that J.K. Rowling ever intended such a spell. I created it out of the word, Exorcism.
Yeah, well I liked that, in the beginning, I thought that I was going to go for a more scary approach, but the romance turned out all right. Please review this, because I need the encouragement. Thank you!