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Chapter 4
A Sleepless Night of Passion

Ginny couldn't sleep to save her soul. Had
Harry been feeling the same thing as she when they
had kissed? He had said he wanted her. Well she
wanted him too. She wanted him with every fiber of
her being.
As the night wore on Ginny began to
wonder what would have happened had Harry not
ended the kiss? Ginny wasn't that naïve. She knew
where that kiss had been heading. Only, was it
regret that she feeling that it didn't happen? She
would regret that wouldn't she? She fully intended
to keep her innocence intact. She was a good girl,
and good girls didn't do that sort of thing, but she
had wanted it. She still did. Now she just had to
figure out what she was going to do if it happened
again.
Back in Ron's room similar thoughts were
coming from Harry. That kiss…Ginny…Oh what was
he to do? He had only to look at her to want to pull
her off to some secluded place and…..What was he
thinking?! He couldn't do that with Ginny! They were
only fifteen and fourteen years old. They weren't
married. She was Ron's sister for crying out loud.
But she had responded to his kiss with the same
intensity he gave. She had wanted it as much as he
had. He wondered if she would have let him make
love to her if he hadn't stopped the kiss. No that
was impossible. Ginny was a good girl, and he was
good boy. That sort of thing just isn't done. Harry
sighed and finally drifted off to sleep.
At one in the morning Harry awoke. Sleep
was eluding him. He just couldn't seem to stay
asleep for more than a few minutes at a time. So he
decided to go down and get a snack.
Slowly, so as not to wake, Ron, Harry
got up and quietly exited his room. From there he
slowly made his way through the dark and silent
house. Harry paused at Ginny's door. What did she
look like sleeping he wondered. The temptation was
far too great. Silently Harry opened the door to
Ginny's room and entered. Just as quietly he shut
and locked the door. He wasn't sure why he had
locked it. Carefully Harry made his way to Ginny's
bed.
There she was; a glorious angel with hair
of fire. She had let it out of her ponytail and it
flowed around her like a molten red sea. Her skin
was like ivory in its pale perfection. Harry's eyes
slowly traveled down her form when he realized
that she wasn't wearing anything under the sheets!
His mind reeled. He had to get out there. This was
too much. Ginny's lush body seemed to call to him.
However before he went, he had to steel a kiss
from those petal soft lips.
Slowly, oh so very slowly, he leaned
down and brushed his rougher lips to hers. He
couldn't take this. It was madness to do this to
himself, to tempt himself, it was dangerous. He
had to get out. Quickly before……this.
Ginny awoke the moment Harry's lips
had touched hers. She knew he was fighting a
silent battle with himself, so in a daring move,
fueled by passion gone haywire, she made the
choice for him.
Ginny leaned up into the kiss and
wrapped her arms around Harry's shoulders,
pulling him down. Now that she had him where
she wanted him she slowly and tentatively
pushed her tongue into Harry's mouth, and
brought their tongues into the ancient dance
that two lovers share.
Harry couldn't handle this. She was
deepening the kiss. She was pushing him on.
This really was two much he was going to lose
control very, very soon.
The touch of her breasts to his chest
did it. It sent him right over the edge. Now he
had to touch those gorgeous ivory mounds
tipped coral. He couldn't resist.
Harry trailed hot kisses down her neck.
Ginny made small, almost inaudible noises as he
found a most sensitive spot on her neck. While
continuing his kisses on Ginny's neck and upper
chest, Harry's hand found her right breast. He
pulled the blanket down to bare it and began to
gently knead her young, firm mound. He felt
her nipple harden at his touch and slowly Harry
trailed his kisses down to the ivory globe. He
then began to suckle on Ginny's coral peak,
moving his hand to her other breast, and
basked in her sweetness.
Ginny was going to go mad! Such
things Harry was doing to her. First her neck,
feeling as though he was pulling all the nerves
in her body to that one point, and now her
breasts? Oh she was so hot, the heat so intense.
His kisses were scorching her skin, but she
loved it. And the hottest spot of all was below.
She could feel heat and moisture building in her
loins. It was getting unbearable… "Harry...
Harry," Ginny silently pleaded.
Harry smiled and kissed Ginny deeply
while moving his hand down her chest, to her
stomach, her abdomen, and finally he reached the
core of her femininity. Gently Harry stroked
Ginny's warm flower. He took her increasing
moans into his mouth, and then slowly opened the
folds of her womanhood and pushed a finger past
her blazing curls. He began a slow rhythm and
soon Ginny was moaning and writhing beneath him.
She couldn't take it anymore! She was
about to burst! Ginny thrust her hips up to meet
his finger and found her ultimate release, crying
out into Harry's mouth. Oh it was unbelievable.
She felt as if she were soaring high above
everything amidst a maelstrom of pleasure.
Harry removed his hand and moved off
of Ginny and away from the bed. That had been
too much. Thinking about her in a sexual way had
been one thing, but to actually feel her reach her
pleasure, feel her writhing beneath him, it was
far more than anyone should have to bear.
Harry ran a hand through his wild hair
in frustration and turned towards the door. "I'm
sorry about that Ginny. I shouldn't have come in
here like that….I'll see you in the morning," said
Harry as he made his way to the door.
Ginny was at a loss for words. She had
just experienced what had to be the single most
thrilling and pleasing thing in her life and Harry
was just leaving.
He had looked so tortured, as if he
was about to cry out in pain and frustration, but
why? She couldn't let him leave like that, "Harry
wait."
Harry stopped just before the door
and clenched his eyes closed. He needed to get
away, not converse with temptation incarnate.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Why are you leaving? What…what's
wrong? Have I…done something….something
wrong?" asked Ginny nervously.
Harry let out a painful sigh and turned
to face Ginny. That was a mistake if he had ever
made one, and he had made some big ones.
She looked like the goddess of desire
sitting there amongst her almost transparent pale,
silk sheets. Her hair now slightly mussed, and her
beautiful breasts still beckoning him in the pale
moonlight. How could he explain to her that just
seeing her like and being able to do nothing about
it was causing a deep physical pain?
"Ginny, you've done nothing wrong. My
dearest, the mere sight of you is enough to drive
a saint to sin, and being here, seeing you like this,
being able to do nothing about it is hurting me. So
you see I must go now," Harry said in a low husky
voice.
Ginny stared at Harry. God he was
beautiful. His broad, now muscled shoulders, his
masculine arms, surely the rest of him must look
as pleasing. She ran her gaze down his form taking
in the bulge that had formed in his pants. Her eyes
lingered there; Ginny wasn't entirely sure if the sight
of his passion aroused scared or thrilled her.
Perhaps it was both.
Ginny looked back up into Harry's eyes
and saw the pain and need reflected there. Sure
there was something she could do. There just had to
be.
Slowly Ginny got up from the bed, the
sheets sliding away from her body leaving her
completely bare. She made her way over to Harry and
came to stand just in front of him. "Tell me how to
help you Harry. I can't bear the thought of you in pain
because of me," she said sliding her arms around
Harry's middle, hugging him to her.
Harry closed his eyes and tilted his head to
the heavens. The sight of her in all her naked glory,
her lush breasts, small waist, long shapely legs, it
was torture plain and simple. And now here she was,
holding him, asking for a way to ease his pain. He
knew how she could help, but to suggest that to her,
to sweet innocent Ginny, he simply couldn't. Slowly
Harry grasped her arms and pushed gently back away
from him. "Ginny I couldn't possibly ask that of
you….I'll not even speak if to one as sweet as you.
Go back to sleep. I'll be fine," said Harry shaking
slightly.
Ginny knew that she wasn't experienced at
all in the ways of carnal pleasure, but she wasn't
completely sheltered. She'd heard of ways to please a
man without actually making love. The question was
whether or not she could bring herself to do such an
act.
Ginny looked up into Harry's eyes and knew
that she could. She smiled and took Harry's hand,
pulling him slowly towards the bed.
"Ginny please….just let me go. Please…"
Harry pleaded not at all sure of what she was doing.
"Trust me Harry," asked Ginny quietly,
pushing Harry onto the bed.
Ginny smiled up into Harry's uncertain face.
With trembling hands Ginny unbuttoned Harry's pants
and slid them down to his ankles. Now eye-to-eye with
Harry's arousal Ginny experienced a moment of
uncertainty. Could she really fit that into her mouth?
Would she be able to make him happy?
Harry looked down at Ginny shocked. Was
she really going to do this? He reached down and
cupped her cheek in his hand and tilted her head up to
him. "Don't do this if you don't want to Ginny," said
Harry.
Ginny smiled up at him and toughened her
resolve. Slowly she trailed kisses along his length,
learning its size and texture. Then she slowly slid it
into her mouth, beginning a slow rhythm.
Harry closed his eyes against the intense
pleasure Ginny's mouth was creating. This had to be
the single most pleasing experience in his life.
Soon, as she became more accustomed to
the taste and size of him, Ginny began to move slightly
faster, suckling gently on the tip every so often. If his
groans were any indication, she was doing well, and
the gentle rubbing on the back of her head by Harry
was comforting.
Harry was going to burst into a thousand
pieces and soon. He gripped the sheets with a hand
and moaned through gritted teeth as he spilled his
seed into Ginny's mouth. Collapsing back onto the bed
Harry fought to get his breath back. In a moment
Ginny appeared next to him smiling.
She was so beautiful, and he still couldn't
believe she'd done that for him, or that she was his.
Harry reached up and rubbed Ginny's cheek. "Thank
you," said Harry.
Ginny smiled and kissed his cheek. "You
might want to get back to bed now. If Ron wakes up
and sees your missing he'll have a fit. I'll see you in
the morning," said Ginny kissing Harry's cheek.
Harry kissed her forehead and stood up
pulling his pants back on. Slowly he made his way to
the door, unlocked it, and opened it silently. He
turned back to say thank you again and then exited
Ginny's room re-closing the door.