After supper Ginny entered the common room. Harry immediately took her hand
pulling her to the stairs. Ron and Hermione followed. When they reached
Harry's dorm the four entered silently. Ginny walked over and sat on the
edge of the bed chewing on the bottom of her lip. Harry shut the door
leaning his back against it, "Hermione," he said. Hermione sat down on an
armchair pulling out her wand; she cast a simple spell to prevent
eavesdropping. Ron sat on the floor in front of the armchair with his back
resting against Hermione's legs. Ginny's brain was frantically searching to
figure out what she could say or do, nothing aside from the truth came to
the forefront of her mind. Closing her eyes she had to accept there was no
way of getting around this. Slowly she opened her eyes to see three
expecting faces waiting on her to start. Harry crossed the room sitting
down beside Ginny putting a protective arm around her. "Please tell us
what's been going on," Harry said. Ginny looked at Hermione and then Ron, a
pleading look in her eyes. "Gin, tell us," Ron spoke softly.
Taking a slow breath Ginny began telling them about the first time she had heard the voice. She told them about how her nightmares had begun ending with her hallucination earlier in the corridor. Not once was she interrupted, although she could see Ron on several occasions attempt to say something but Hermione would touch him to stay his tongue. Ginny looked down at her lap once she finished more confused and frustrated than before. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Ron said in an angry tone. "And do what, concern you with silly dreams and an over active imagination?" Ginny said defensively. "Ginny, you know as well as anyone else that with the threat of Voldemort growing stronger that it's more than likely to be silly dreams," Hermione said gently.
Ginny finally gave in turning her head to look at Harry who had yet to say anything. She could see his jaw was clenched and his expression unreadable. "So what does it all mean?" He said staring at the wall. "I don't know," Ginny said looking down at her hands. "I didn't want to burden anyone with this, especially you Harry," she said. Harry stood up stalking across the room racking his fingers through his untidy black hair. "Burden? You didn't want to burden me?" Harry said growing angrier. "Don't you think you already have enough to deal with?" Ginny said watching him pace, "Last thing you needed was me to add more to it." "Still Gin, you should have said something before now, before we had to make you tell us." Ron said. "Fine, so I should have made mention of it earlier, it doesn't change anything. I still am not sure exactly why I'm having the nightmares or why I'm hearing voices." Ginny said crossing her arms in front of her protectively. "Ginny, we're just concerned 'cause we love you." Hermione said getting up to sit beside her wrapping her arms around Ginny. "I'm taking you to talk to Dumbledore," Harry said in a way that left no room for argument.
Harry and Ginny parted with Hermione and Ron in the common room with the promise to let them know everything upon their return. They walked along in silence, Ginny felt like a complete wreck. She was positive Harry was furious with her. As they approached the gargoyle Ginny faltered in her step. Harry having a hold of her hand turned to look at her as she stopped. "Harry, I'm so very sorry. Please don't be angry with me." Ginny said tears welling in her eyes as she tried to blink them away. Harry searched her eyes before his face relaxed he took his free hand cupping the side of her face, running this thumb along her cheek bone. "I'm not angry with you Ginny, I'm worried. I won't deny that you not coming to me sooner does bother me but I know now and we can face this together." He said quietly. Harry took a step closer to her dropping his head to brush his lips across her trembling ones. "I love you, I want you safe always," he said. Turning back and approaching the stone gargoyle Harry spoke, "custard creams", the gargoyle jumped aside as the wall moved revealing a staircase. At the top of the stairs Harry knocked on a door. "Enter," Dumbledore called.
Harry led Ginny through the spacious office to Professor Dumbledore's desk. Fawkes was perched on his stand looking at the couple. Ginny approached the phoenix slowly, "Hello Fawkes, it has been a while," she said in soft tone. Fawkes let out a long subtle note that created a feeling of calm, which blanketed over Ginny. Smiling she reached out gently stroking his chest feathers with the back of her fingers. "Ah Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, to what do I owe this honor?" Dumbledore spoke as he descended the steps from the loft. Ginny moved back to stand by Harry as the head master made his way to the desk. "I believe Ginny has some information you should hear," said Harry. "Please, please sit down," Dumbledore said as he pulled out his own chair behind the desk. "Lemon drop?" He offered. Ginny smiled and reached into the silver tin she had a soft spot for the lemon sweets. Harry declined as Dumbledore chose one for himself before replacing the lid. "So Miss Weasley, would you like to please tell me what information Harry believes I should hear?"
For the next hour Ginny repeated the events to a quiet Professor Dumbledore. He didn't interrupt, Ginny got the distinct impression he was absorbing every word she said to mill around in his head while watching her closely. After she was finished Dumbledore conjured a tea set and poured each a cup before saying anything. "This is most curious," he said sitting back in his chair with a teacup in his hand. "You say you began to have these occurrences before you and Harry became a couple?" the head master said with a twinkle in his eye and a knowing smile. Ginny blushed looking down at her lap; Harry's cheeks began to flush as he looked over at Fawkes as a distraction. "Yes sir it did," Ginny answered timidly, absentmindedly reaching up to play with her pendant. "So we can safely say that it's not directly because the two of you are together," The professor made this comment looking directly at Harry who had turned his attention back to the headmaster. "So what are you saying," Harry asked sharply. Ginny shot a surprised look at Harry, she never expected him to speak so straight forward to the professor. Dumbledore gave him a level look before speaking, "I am saying that although connected, what is happening to Ginny doesn't appear to be a direct connection to your apparent affection for her." "So then what is it?" Harry asked. Ginny felt as if they were talking about her as if she wasn't in the room, and it rather annoyed her. "That I am not sure of," Professor Dumbledore said as he stood up walking over to Fawkes stroking his fiery feathers.
"So what can we do about it?" Harry pressed. Ginny sat her teacup down on the edge of the desk rougher than she intended rounding on Harry. "If you are quiet done talking about me as if I'm a helpless child perhaps I could enter this conversation. Considering the fact that it is me we are speaking about," Ginny's eyes flashed anger as she spoke. Dumbledore stood beside Fawkes, an amused twinkle in his eyes watching the lovely Weasley female speak. She was the only person he'd thus seen, aside from Harry's other two close friends, to not fear showing her temper and putting 'the boy who lived' into his proper place. "The last time I checked the world didn't revolve around the all mighty Harry Potter!" Ginny was seething at this point. "Ginny. . ." Harry tried to speak before she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "You listen to me," said Ginny standing up pointing her finger at Harry, " Did you ever think that you are not the only one Voldemort might be after? That it's not all about you?" she almost shouted at him. "But I . . ." Harry tried to speak again. "You have no idea what I went through my first year. The things Tom did and said to me!" Ginny threw her hands up in the air in frustration turning to face the head master. "Excuse me please Professor," Ginny said. Dumbledore gave her a silent nod slightly bowing before she turned storming out of the office. Dumbledore smiled to himself catching Ginny grumbling under her breath about idiot boys and tunnel vision.
Harry sat in the chair quiet stunned watching her leave. Harry stood to go after her when Dumbledore's voice stopped him, "There appears to be much to Miss Weasley you have yet to learn." Harry turned looking at wise elderly wizard. "You would take care to listen to what she says," Dumbledore continued, "Although you are a very important part concerning Voldemort, you are not the only one." Harry turned looking back at the door. "I do believe there is much to think about, I shall have to speak to others on this matter," The professor said moving back to his desk, "You may go now Mr. Potter." Harry nodded heading for the door. "Oh, and Harry," Dumbledore spoke, "I am sure that you can keep a close eye on Miss Weasley without being too obvious," he said giving Harry a reassuring smile. "Yes Professor," Harry said closing the door behind him.
Ginny was livid as she approached the portrait of the fat lady who was being visited by her friend Violet. "Horse shit!" Ginny said heatedly, thinking out loud. "Excuse me?" the fat lady said a bit shocked. "I'm sorry, pickled toads" said Ginny, giving the correct password. The portrait swung open and Ginny stormed in. The common room was half full of people studying and talking quietly. Several of the students looked up to see a decidedly angry Ginny standing just inside the portrait entrance. Ron and Hermione hurried over to her as soon as they saw her enter. Before either could say anything, Ginny spoke, "I don't want to talk about it," she said in a deadly manner her hands clenched into fists at her side. Several of the students looked up from their homework to see what was going on. "Ginny," Ron spoke in a firm tone. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" Ginny yelled, the ever present fire burning in the grate to take the chill off the spring evening flared three times its size. Several students jumped moving away from the fireplace. Everyone sat stunned looking back and forth between the fire and Ginny.
"I don't even want to know what Harry did to put her in that state," Seamus whispered to Dean. Ginny turned racing up the stairs to her dorm. The students in the common room heard a door slam loud enough to leave them to believe it would have been ripped from its hinges. A minute later Harry entered looking around the room at the many surprised faces. "Where is she?" he asked Ron. "Uh, I wouldn't mate if I were you," Colin said from across the room. "Let's go talk," Hermione said, "My dorm." The trio left the common room to whisper amongst themselves.
Seething Ginny looked around her room, trying to find something to throw. She stomped over to her bed grabbing a pillow, putting it to her face she screamed into it with all her might. Anise and Brandy were sitting on one bed looking through magazines when Ginny had entered and watched their dorm mate screaming her brains out into a pillow. Clark raised his head up off of the bed surveying his mistress. After three more long healthy screams into the pillow Ginny dropped it onto the foot of her bed. "Girlfriend, you've got some issues." said Anise. "Men," Brandy said nodding. Ginger entered the room cautiously after baring witness to Ginny's display in the common room. "You ok sweetie?" Ginger walked up putting an arm around Ginny. "I will be," Ginny said in a quiet tone. "Aww, come on hon, a hot bath is just what doctor Ginger orders," Ginger said leading her to the bath. Ginny turned back looking at the girls on the bed, "I don't want to talk to them tonight," she said. Anise and Brandy nodded knowing exactly whom Ginny was speaking about. "Sorry about the screaming," Ginny said. "Better the pillow than our ears." Brandy said laughing.
Ginger had been right; a hot bubble bath was exactly what she needed. Ginger had led Ginny into the bath setting up dozens of candles and pouring generous amounts of lavender and chamomile scented salts in with the bubbles. She then left Ginny alone to think with the promise of no interruptions from anyone outside of the dorm mates. Ginny stretched a slender leg up watching the suds slowly flow down over her calf and knee. She had been soaking for almost an hour and had no intention of climbing out anytime soon. The large claw foot tub was charmed to keep the water hot and the suds from disappearing. Ginny's eyes grew heavy watching the candle light flicker off of the marble tiles. She knew earlier that each of the trio in turn had tried to come visit her. Ginny almost told them to allow Hermione to come in, but changed her mind thinking that at the moment she didn't want to speak to anyone.
Sighing Ginny closed her eyes enjoying the quiet solitude. "Ginny. . ." the male voice whispered. The hot bath turned to freezing, "Your mine Ginny. . ." The voice said again. Ginny opened her eyes to see Tom standing over her his face mere inches from her own, "You will be mine," his voice harsh and possessive. Ginny jumped, sitting up she looked around, Tom was no where to be seen, her bath water sending up lines of hot steam as it splashed around from her sudden movements. She must have dozed off while soaking. Shaking Ginny decided to get out of the tub, despite the hot bath water she was shivering with cold.
The dorm room was dark, the other girls had fallen asleep, Ginny could hear their steady breathing as she moved across the room to put on her nightdress. Clark purred gently rubbing his head against her as she sat on the side of the bed. Ginny pulled her knees up to her chest wrapping arms around legs rocking back and forth. Her damp hair hung straight in large locks around her as she rested her chin onto her knees. She was frightened out of her wits and didn't know what to do. Ginny was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice the door to the dorm open. She heard the rustle of fabric and looked up to see nothing but an open doorway. Harry's head came into view when he pulled the invisibility cloak down; she had left it in his room the last time she had visited. Harry looked down at her, she was scared, her lips were trembling and he could see her visibly shaking. Without saying a word he bent down picking her up, positioning the cloak over her as well carrying her out of the room heading to his own. Ginny laid her head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart as he carried her easily to his dorm.
He stood her on her feet outside his door so he could open it and guided her into his room with his hand on the small of her back. Shutting the door he took her by the hand and led her to his bed. After throwing the cloak on the back of a chair he crawled in and held the covers back for her to join. Laying down Harry covered her tucking the blanket in. Harry settled down in the bed on his side pulling Ginny so her back was pressed tight against his, resting her head on his outstretched arm. Harry kissed the back of her damp head, "I love you," He whispered wrapping his bottom arm around placing his hand on her shoulder. Ginny laced her fingers with his hand wrapped around her waist. "I love you," Ginny whispered back.
After a few minutes of silence Ginny could tell he was still awake. "He said I was his, that I would be his," Ginny said in a low strained voice. She could feel Harry tense against her; his arms pulled her so tight against his chest she had trouble breathing. "Your mine," he hissed. "Always," Ginny whispered.
Taking a slow breath Ginny began telling them about the first time she had heard the voice. She told them about how her nightmares had begun ending with her hallucination earlier in the corridor. Not once was she interrupted, although she could see Ron on several occasions attempt to say something but Hermione would touch him to stay his tongue. Ginny looked down at her lap once she finished more confused and frustrated than before. "Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Ron said in an angry tone. "And do what, concern you with silly dreams and an over active imagination?" Ginny said defensively. "Ginny, you know as well as anyone else that with the threat of Voldemort growing stronger that it's more than likely to be silly dreams," Hermione said gently.
Ginny finally gave in turning her head to look at Harry who had yet to say anything. She could see his jaw was clenched and his expression unreadable. "So what does it all mean?" He said staring at the wall. "I don't know," Ginny said looking down at her hands. "I didn't want to burden anyone with this, especially you Harry," she said. Harry stood up stalking across the room racking his fingers through his untidy black hair. "Burden? You didn't want to burden me?" Harry said growing angrier. "Don't you think you already have enough to deal with?" Ginny said watching him pace, "Last thing you needed was me to add more to it." "Still Gin, you should have said something before now, before we had to make you tell us." Ron said. "Fine, so I should have made mention of it earlier, it doesn't change anything. I still am not sure exactly why I'm having the nightmares or why I'm hearing voices." Ginny said crossing her arms in front of her protectively. "Ginny, we're just concerned 'cause we love you." Hermione said getting up to sit beside her wrapping her arms around Ginny. "I'm taking you to talk to Dumbledore," Harry said in a way that left no room for argument.
Harry and Ginny parted with Hermione and Ron in the common room with the promise to let them know everything upon their return. They walked along in silence, Ginny felt like a complete wreck. She was positive Harry was furious with her. As they approached the gargoyle Ginny faltered in her step. Harry having a hold of her hand turned to look at her as she stopped. "Harry, I'm so very sorry. Please don't be angry with me." Ginny said tears welling in her eyes as she tried to blink them away. Harry searched her eyes before his face relaxed he took his free hand cupping the side of her face, running this thumb along her cheek bone. "I'm not angry with you Ginny, I'm worried. I won't deny that you not coming to me sooner does bother me but I know now and we can face this together." He said quietly. Harry took a step closer to her dropping his head to brush his lips across her trembling ones. "I love you, I want you safe always," he said. Turning back and approaching the stone gargoyle Harry spoke, "custard creams", the gargoyle jumped aside as the wall moved revealing a staircase. At the top of the stairs Harry knocked on a door. "Enter," Dumbledore called.
Harry led Ginny through the spacious office to Professor Dumbledore's desk. Fawkes was perched on his stand looking at the couple. Ginny approached the phoenix slowly, "Hello Fawkes, it has been a while," she said in soft tone. Fawkes let out a long subtle note that created a feeling of calm, which blanketed over Ginny. Smiling she reached out gently stroking his chest feathers with the back of her fingers. "Ah Miss Weasley, Mr. Potter, to what do I owe this honor?" Dumbledore spoke as he descended the steps from the loft. Ginny moved back to stand by Harry as the head master made his way to the desk. "I believe Ginny has some information you should hear," said Harry. "Please, please sit down," Dumbledore said as he pulled out his own chair behind the desk. "Lemon drop?" He offered. Ginny smiled and reached into the silver tin she had a soft spot for the lemon sweets. Harry declined as Dumbledore chose one for himself before replacing the lid. "So Miss Weasley, would you like to please tell me what information Harry believes I should hear?"
For the next hour Ginny repeated the events to a quiet Professor Dumbledore. He didn't interrupt, Ginny got the distinct impression he was absorbing every word she said to mill around in his head while watching her closely. After she was finished Dumbledore conjured a tea set and poured each a cup before saying anything. "This is most curious," he said sitting back in his chair with a teacup in his hand. "You say you began to have these occurrences before you and Harry became a couple?" the head master said with a twinkle in his eye and a knowing smile. Ginny blushed looking down at her lap; Harry's cheeks began to flush as he looked over at Fawkes as a distraction. "Yes sir it did," Ginny answered timidly, absentmindedly reaching up to play with her pendant. "So we can safely say that it's not directly because the two of you are together," The professor made this comment looking directly at Harry who had turned his attention back to the headmaster. "So what are you saying," Harry asked sharply. Ginny shot a surprised look at Harry, she never expected him to speak so straight forward to the professor. Dumbledore gave him a level look before speaking, "I am saying that although connected, what is happening to Ginny doesn't appear to be a direct connection to your apparent affection for her." "So then what is it?" Harry asked. Ginny felt as if they were talking about her as if she wasn't in the room, and it rather annoyed her. "That I am not sure of," Professor Dumbledore said as he stood up walking over to Fawkes stroking his fiery feathers.
"So what can we do about it?" Harry pressed. Ginny sat her teacup down on the edge of the desk rougher than she intended rounding on Harry. "If you are quiet done talking about me as if I'm a helpless child perhaps I could enter this conversation. Considering the fact that it is me we are speaking about," Ginny's eyes flashed anger as she spoke. Dumbledore stood beside Fawkes, an amused twinkle in his eyes watching the lovely Weasley female speak. She was the only person he'd thus seen, aside from Harry's other two close friends, to not fear showing her temper and putting 'the boy who lived' into his proper place. "The last time I checked the world didn't revolve around the all mighty Harry Potter!" Ginny was seething at this point. "Ginny. . ." Harry tried to speak before she cut him off with a wave of her hand. "You listen to me," said Ginny standing up pointing her finger at Harry, " Did you ever think that you are not the only one Voldemort might be after? That it's not all about you?" she almost shouted at him. "But I . . ." Harry tried to speak again. "You have no idea what I went through my first year. The things Tom did and said to me!" Ginny threw her hands up in the air in frustration turning to face the head master. "Excuse me please Professor," Ginny said. Dumbledore gave her a silent nod slightly bowing before she turned storming out of the office. Dumbledore smiled to himself catching Ginny grumbling under her breath about idiot boys and tunnel vision.
Harry sat in the chair quiet stunned watching her leave. Harry stood to go after her when Dumbledore's voice stopped him, "There appears to be much to Miss Weasley you have yet to learn." Harry turned looking at wise elderly wizard. "You would take care to listen to what she says," Dumbledore continued, "Although you are a very important part concerning Voldemort, you are not the only one." Harry turned looking back at the door. "I do believe there is much to think about, I shall have to speak to others on this matter," The professor said moving back to his desk, "You may go now Mr. Potter." Harry nodded heading for the door. "Oh, and Harry," Dumbledore spoke, "I am sure that you can keep a close eye on Miss Weasley without being too obvious," he said giving Harry a reassuring smile. "Yes Professor," Harry said closing the door behind him.
Ginny was livid as she approached the portrait of the fat lady who was being visited by her friend Violet. "Horse shit!" Ginny said heatedly, thinking out loud. "Excuse me?" the fat lady said a bit shocked. "I'm sorry, pickled toads" said Ginny, giving the correct password. The portrait swung open and Ginny stormed in. The common room was half full of people studying and talking quietly. Several of the students looked up to see a decidedly angry Ginny standing just inside the portrait entrance. Ron and Hermione hurried over to her as soon as they saw her enter. Before either could say anything, Ginny spoke, "I don't want to talk about it," she said in a deadly manner her hands clenched into fists at her side. Several of the students looked up from their homework to see what was going on. "Ginny," Ron spoke in a firm tone. "I said I don't want to talk about it!" Ginny yelled, the ever present fire burning in the grate to take the chill off the spring evening flared three times its size. Several students jumped moving away from the fireplace. Everyone sat stunned looking back and forth between the fire and Ginny.
"I don't even want to know what Harry did to put her in that state," Seamus whispered to Dean. Ginny turned racing up the stairs to her dorm. The students in the common room heard a door slam loud enough to leave them to believe it would have been ripped from its hinges. A minute later Harry entered looking around the room at the many surprised faces. "Where is she?" he asked Ron. "Uh, I wouldn't mate if I were you," Colin said from across the room. "Let's go talk," Hermione said, "My dorm." The trio left the common room to whisper amongst themselves.
Seething Ginny looked around her room, trying to find something to throw. She stomped over to her bed grabbing a pillow, putting it to her face she screamed into it with all her might. Anise and Brandy were sitting on one bed looking through magazines when Ginny had entered and watched their dorm mate screaming her brains out into a pillow. Clark raised his head up off of the bed surveying his mistress. After three more long healthy screams into the pillow Ginny dropped it onto the foot of her bed. "Girlfriend, you've got some issues." said Anise. "Men," Brandy said nodding. Ginger entered the room cautiously after baring witness to Ginny's display in the common room. "You ok sweetie?" Ginger walked up putting an arm around Ginny. "I will be," Ginny said in a quiet tone. "Aww, come on hon, a hot bath is just what doctor Ginger orders," Ginger said leading her to the bath. Ginny turned back looking at the girls on the bed, "I don't want to talk to them tonight," she said. Anise and Brandy nodded knowing exactly whom Ginny was speaking about. "Sorry about the screaming," Ginny said. "Better the pillow than our ears." Brandy said laughing.
Ginger had been right; a hot bubble bath was exactly what she needed. Ginger had led Ginny into the bath setting up dozens of candles and pouring generous amounts of lavender and chamomile scented salts in with the bubbles. She then left Ginny alone to think with the promise of no interruptions from anyone outside of the dorm mates. Ginny stretched a slender leg up watching the suds slowly flow down over her calf and knee. She had been soaking for almost an hour and had no intention of climbing out anytime soon. The large claw foot tub was charmed to keep the water hot and the suds from disappearing. Ginny's eyes grew heavy watching the candle light flicker off of the marble tiles. She knew earlier that each of the trio in turn had tried to come visit her. Ginny almost told them to allow Hermione to come in, but changed her mind thinking that at the moment she didn't want to speak to anyone.
Sighing Ginny closed her eyes enjoying the quiet solitude. "Ginny. . ." the male voice whispered. The hot bath turned to freezing, "Your mine Ginny. . ." The voice said again. Ginny opened her eyes to see Tom standing over her his face mere inches from her own, "You will be mine," his voice harsh and possessive. Ginny jumped, sitting up she looked around, Tom was no where to be seen, her bath water sending up lines of hot steam as it splashed around from her sudden movements. She must have dozed off while soaking. Shaking Ginny decided to get out of the tub, despite the hot bath water she was shivering with cold.
The dorm room was dark, the other girls had fallen asleep, Ginny could hear their steady breathing as she moved across the room to put on her nightdress. Clark purred gently rubbing his head against her as she sat on the side of the bed. Ginny pulled her knees up to her chest wrapping arms around legs rocking back and forth. Her damp hair hung straight in large locks around her as she rested her chin onto her knees. She was frightened out of her wits and didn't know what to do. Ginny was so caught up in her thoughts she didn't notice the door to the dorm open. She heard the rustle of fabric and looked up to see nothing but an open doorway. Harry's head came into view when he pulled the invisibility cloak down; she had left it in his room the last time she had visited. Harry looked down at her, she was scared, her lips were trembling and he could see her visibly shaking. Without saying a word he bent down picking her up, positioning the cloak over her as well carrying her out of the room heading to his own. Ginny laid her head against his chest, listening to the beat of his heart as he carried her easily to his dorm.
He stood her on her feet outside his door so he could open it and guided her into his room with his hand on the small of her back. Shutting the door he took her by the hand and led her to his bed. After throwing the cloak on the back of a chair he crawled in and held the covers back for her to join. Laying down Harry covered her tucking the blanket in. Harry settled down in the bed on his side pulling Ginny so her back was pressed tight against his, resting her head on his outstretched arm. Harry kissed the back of her damp head, "I love you," He whispered wrapping his bottom arm around placing his hand on her shoulder. Ginny laced her fingers with his hand wrapped around her waist. "I love you," Ginny whispered back.
After a few minutes of silence Ginny could tell he was still awake. "He said I was his, that I would be his," Ginny said in a low strained voice. She could feel Harry tense against her; his arms pulled her so tight against his chest she had trouble breathing. "Your mine," he hissed. "Always," Ginny whispered.
