Chapter 6
She gave him everything she had, everything she'd been holding back, and he was taking just as greedily.
Only thinking of himself, and the girl attached to his lips, he drew her closer, pulling her by the waist, and she fisted her hands in his hair. She felt a heat in her belly, a tremendous fire that urged her on. She ended up in his lap.
What had she been missing out on? She'd always thought making out was gross. Oh she was wrong, it was satisfying, very satisfying.
She pulled away, not opening her eyes. She only heard Harry's heavy breathing. And breathing quite hard herself, she rested her brow on his. A wide grin spread across her face.
"Wow," she breathed.
He chuckled, "I know."
She started to laugh, and wrapped herself around him, hugging. He hugged back, enjoying her scent, and the feel of her. She leaned back in his arms to look at him, and into his wonderful green eyes that were shining, and felt unbearably happy.
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They sat there, just like that, her in his lap. They talked. They talked about anything that came to mind, and enjoyed the little time they had alone.
"I still can't believe you liked me like that when you barley knew me." He spoke of the time they first met, and how Ginny never talked, and when she did, she stuttered.
"Okay so what. I was young and naïve." She said with a smile.
"Still looks like you are young and naïve." He smiled warmly up at her.
"So?"
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it." He grinned.
Ginny heard the portrait hole open, and leaped off his lap, surprising him. Hearing Ron's voice she flew into an armchair, feet away from Harry.
"Hi," He said, Hermione at his side. "What are you guys doing?"
Trying her best not to glance at Harry she answered, "Nothing. Just talking." Ginny saw Hermione, and an amazing smile split across her face. Ginny got wide eyed, and she heard Harry choke back a chuckle, and spun her head around to glare at him.
Ron scowled, "Am I missing something?"
"No Ron," Hermione said, "You're tuned in just fine." Hermione said, chuckling, and steering him toward the boys' dorms. "Go show Harry that Quidditch Magazine your mum sent you."
"Uh, sure." Ron added, after Hermione had stopped pushing him. Harry didn't move. Hermione sent him a glare, and he jumped up.
When he passed her to follow Ron, he muttered, "You know, don't you?"
"You better believe it." She grinned, "I'm not blind."
With a roll of his eyes, he left muttering, "Women."
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Next thing Ginny knew, it was Friday again, and she had a wonderful week. She spent time with Harry in the common room, while Hermione kept Ron busy either in the Great Hall, or in the library. Ron rarely questioned or objected, and Ginny was thankful for that.
Most of the time Harry and Ginny were alone, they were working on homework, or just sitting and talking. Often Harry would just be spontaneous and throw her off by kissing her out of nowhere, and she loved it. Tonight was one of those nights.
"Harry," Ginny said, chuckling as she pulled away from him. "Hermione and Ron ought to be back anytime now. How about we actually do some work?" She smiled.
"Sure," he said with a playful roll of his eyes, and a huff. He scooted back to his side of the table and pulled an open transfiguration book toward him. Smiling she went back to work, trying to concentrate. But the need of his lips was pulling her from her work and her concentration. She moistened her lips and shook her head. Stupid hormones, she laughed at herself.
"You know, we're going to have to tell Ron sometime." Harry said, without looking up. "Hermione can't keep him busy forever."
Forever?
"Yeah, I suppose." She sighed. Telling her brother would take the fun out of it. Well, she thought, not all the fun, but a good portion of it. She loved the thrill of sneaking around with him at night, but guilt always settled in her stomach afterwards, when she was laying in bed, unable to get to sleep.
"I say we tell him when he gets back." Now she looked up.
"Are you senile?" She asked, putting down the quill she had been taking notes with. His eyes were smiling.
"I must be, to be taking such a risk by dating my best friends little sister." He smiled, tilting his head.
"Dating? You call this-" she gestured around the empty common room, and the books on the table-"dating?"
"It's as close as we're going to get." He said simply.
Ginny pursed her lips. He was right; this is as close as she was going to get to dating him. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She looked around sadly.
He saw disappointment in her eyes and reached over to stroke her arm, "Hey, it's not that bad. I mean, isn't not romantic or anything, but I mean, at least we can see each other right?" She smiled then, as he took her hand.
"Yeah, its better than nothing." Even though it was terribly close to nothing.
The portrait opened and Harry released her hand, and quickly picked up his quill and began flipping a few pages in his transfiguration book. Ginny chuckled and picked up her quill as Ron, arms full of books, came striding up to the table. He dumped them on the couch near them with a huff, and collapsed next to him. Hermione followed him in, and took a seat in an armchair. Harry smiled up at her.
"Find everything?"
"Took her bloody forever." Ron huffed again. Hermione just grinned.
"I needed to make sure I had the proper books for that assignment from Snape. You know how picky he is Ron."
"Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes and sat up. He got up, stretched, and stood by Ginny, looking over her shoulder at her work. "Haven't really got a whole lot done have you?" She blushed, but only Harry saw it.
"This is tough stuff Ron. You should know that. You barely passed Transfiguration yourself last year." She looked up at him.
"Hey, I passed, that's all that counts." He said with a chuckle.
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It was a quiet night, and the temperature outside was warm. The sky was mostly clear, only a few wisps of clouds floated in the distance. The lake was one large glassy surface, the moon reflected brightly in it. Hagrid's hut was lit, and smoke was wafting out from the chimney.
He only came here to be alone, and the silence around him was pleasurable. He leaned on his arms on the stone railing of the large balcony, and sighed. The gaping hole was back, and was haunting him now. Empty, he decided, it was a simple word, with a much deeper meaning to him. He looked skyward.
"Why did you have to leave me Sirius?" He felt a lump in his throat, and looked back down at his arms, fighting the tears that threatened to come. "My fault." He muttered to himself.
"It wasn't." a soft voice said. He spun around, and found Ginny in the doorway. She shut the door behind her, and wandered over to him, resting on the railing as he had done.
"How do you know?" He said quietly.
She rose, and turned toward him, resting one elbow on the stone. She tilted her head and studied him. He was in a mood that was for sure. And she'd do her best to pull him out of it.
"If I hadn't been so stupid and just jumped to conclusions-"
She put a finger to his lips.
"Now listen to me Harry Potter." She said quietly, removing her finger as he turned to look at her. "What you did wasn't jumping to conclusions. You were worried sick about him, I saw it in your eyes." Those eyes were watching her. "What you did was from here-" She placed her palm on his chest, feeling his heart beating against it. "And I know, that risking your life like that wasn't an impulse. You did that out of love Harry. You know it, and I know it."
He was flooding with a feeling, but couldn't describe it. He tired to swallow the lump that was lodged in his throat.
"You loved him like a parent, and he loved you like one of his own." He opened his mouth, but found no words. "I know he loved you Harry, because he wouldn't have fought with Bellatrix unless he had a damn good reason. And it wasn't revenge. It was out of love for a boy he'd watch suffer so much, a boy he loved like one of his own." She reached up and framed his face with her hands. His eyes were sparkling as she stepped closer. "It's not your fault. He loved you, Harry."
He took her hands from his face and placed them around his neck, as her drew her into him. She rested her head on his shoulder. He put his forehead on her shoulder, and squeezed her, and she hugged back.
"Thank You Ginny," was all he could manage in a whisper. "Thank you."
She drew away and framed his face again, but she was smiling up at him now, rubbing her thumbs gently on his cheeks. He watched her soft brown eyes. They were full of care, and emotion. A powerful, thick feeling flooded him, and sent his stomach into knots, and sent his heart swelling greatly.
"Anytime."
He bent and kissed her softly, then drew her in for another hug. And that was the moment, he knew. The moment he knew he'd fallen in love with Ginny Weasley.
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She gave him everything she had, everything she'd been holding back, and he was taking just as greedily.
Only thinking of himself, and the girl attached to his lips, he drew her closer, pulling her by the waist, and she fisted her hands in his hair. She felt a heat in her belly, a tremendous fire that urged her on. She ended up in his lap.
What had she been missing out on? She'd always thought making out was gross. Oh she was wrong, it was satisfying, very satisfying.
She pulled away, not opening her eyes. She only heard Harry's heavy breathing. And breathing quite hard herself, she rested her brow on his. A wide grin spread across her face.
"Wow," she breathed.
He chuckled, "I know."
She started to laugh, and wrapped herself around him, hugging. He hugged back, enjoying her scent, and the feel of her. She leaned back in his arms to look at him, and into his wonderful green eyes that were shining, and felt unbearably happy.
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They sat there, just like that, her in his lap. They talked. They talked about anything that came to mind, and enjoyed the little time they had alone.
"I still can't believe you liked me like that when you barley knew me." He spoke of the time they first met, and how Ginny never talked, and when she did, she stuttered.
"Okay so what. I was young and naïve." She said with a smile.
"Still looks like you are young and naïve." He smiled warmly up at her.
"So?"
"I didn't say there was anything wrong with it." He grinned.
Ginny heard the portrait hole open, and leaped off his lap, surprising him. Hearing Ron's voice she flew into an armchair, feet away from Harry.
"Hi," He said, Hermione at his side. "What are you guys doing?"
Trying her best not to glance at Harry she answered, "Nothing. Just talking." Ginny saw Hermione, and an amazing smile split across her face. Ginny got wide eyed, and she heard Harry choke back a chuckle, and spun her head around to glare at him.
Ron scowled, "Am I missing something?"
"No Ron," Hermione said, "You're tuned in just fine." Hermione said, chuckling, and steering him toward the boys' dorms. "Go show Harry that Quidditch Magazine your mum sent you."
"Uh, sure." Ron added, after Hermione had stopped pushing him. Harry didn't move. Hermione sent him a glare, and he jumped up.
When he passed her to follow Ron, he muttered, "You know, don't you?"
"You better believe it." She grinned, "I'm not blind."
With a roll of his eyes, he left muttering, "Women."
~*~
Next thing Ginny knew, it was Friday again, and she had a wonderful week. She spent time with Harry in the common room, while Hermione kept Ron busy either in the Great Hall, or in the library. Ron rarely questioned or objected, and Ginny was thankful for that.
Most of the time Harry and Ginny were alone, they were working on homework, or just sitting and talking. Often Harry would just be spontaneous and throw her off by kissing her out of nowhere, and she loved it. Tonight was one of those nights.
"Harry," Ginny said, chuckling as she pulled away from him. "Hermione and Ron ought to be back anytime now. How about we actually do some work?" She smiled.
"Sure," he said with a playful roll of his eyes, and a huff. He scooted back to his side of the table and pulled an open transfiguration book toward him. Smiling she went back to work, trying to concentrate. But the need of his lips was pulling her from her work and her concentration. She moistened her lips and shook her head. Stupid hormones, she laughed at herself.
"You know, we're going to have to tell Ron sometime." Harry said, without looking up. "Hermione can't keep him busy forever."
Forever?
"Yeah, I suppose." She sighed. Telling her brother would take the fun out of it. Well, she thought, not all the fun, but a good portion of it. She loved the thrill of sneaking around with him at night, but guilt always settled in her stomach afterwards, when she was laying in bed, unable to get to sleep.
"I say we tell him when he gets back." Now she looked up.
"Are you senile?" She asked, putting down the quill she had been taking notes with. His eyes were smiling.
"I must be, to be taking such a risk by dating my best friends little sister." He smiled, tilting his head.
"Dating? You call this-" she gestured around the empty common room, and the books on the table-"dating?"
"It's as close as we're going to get." He said simply.
Ginny pursed her lips. He was right; this is as close as she was going to get to dating him. "Yeah, I guess you're right." She looked around sadly.
He saw disappointment in her eyes and reached over to stroke her arm, "Hey, it's not that bad. I mean, isn't not romantic or anything, but I mean, at least we can see each other right?" She smiled then, as he took her hand.
"Yeah, its better than nothing." Even though it was terribly close to nothing.
The portrait opened and Harry released her hand, and quickly picked up his quill and began flipping a few pages in his transfiguration book. Ginny chuckled and picked up her quill as Ron, arms full of books, came striding up to the table. He dumped them on the couch near them with a huff, and collapsed next to him. Hermione followed him in, and took a seat in an armchair. Harry smiled up at her.
"Find everything?"
"Took her bloody forever." Ron huffed again. Hermione just grinned.
"I needed to make sure I had the proper books for that assignment from Snape. You know how picky he is Ron."
"Yeah, I know." He rolled his eyes and sat up. He got up, stretched, and stood by Ginny, looking over her shoulder at her work. "Haven't really got a whole lot done have you?" She blushed, but only Harry saw it.
"This is tough stuff Ron. You should know that. You barely passed Transfiguration yourself last year." She looked up at him.
"Hey, I passed, that's all that counts." He said with a chuckle.
~*~
It was a quiet night, and the temperature outside was warm. The sky was mostly clear, only a few wisps of clouds floated in the distance. The lake was one large glassy surface, the moon reflected brightly in it. Hagrid's hut was lit, and smoke was wafting out from the chimney.
He only came here to be alone, and the silence around him was pleasurable. He leaned on his arms on the stone railing of the large balcony, and sighed. The gaping hole was back, and was haunting him now. Empty, he decided, it was a simple word, with a much deeper meaning to him. He looked skyward.
"Why did you have to leave me Sirius?" He felt a lump in his throat, and looked back down at his arms, fighting the tears that threatened to come. "My fault." He muttered to himself.
"It wasn't." a soft voice said. He spun around, and found Ginny in the doorway. She shut the door behind her, and wandered over to him, resting on the railing as he had done.
"How do you know?" He said quietly.
She rose, and turned toward him, resting one elbow on the stone. She tilted her head and studied him. He was in a mood that was for sure. And she'd do her best to pull him out of it.
"If I hadn't been so stupid and just jumped to conclusions-"
She put a finger to his lips.
"Now listen to me Harry Potter." She said quietly, removing her finger as he turned to look at her. "What you did wasn't jumping to conclusions. You were worried sick about him, I saw it in your eyes." Those eyes were watching her. "What you did was from here-" She placed her palm on his chest, feeling his heart beating against it. "And I know, that risking your life like that wasn't an impulse. You did that out of love Harry. You know it, and I know it."
He was flooding with a feeling, but couldn't describe it. He tired to swallow the lump that was lodged in his throat.
"You loved him like a parent, and he loved you like one of his own." He opened his mouth, but found no words. "I know he loved you Harry, because he wouldn't have fought with Bellatrix unless he had a damn good reason. And it wasn't revenge. It was out of love for a boy he'd watch suffer so much, a boy he loved like one of his own." She reached up and framed his face with her hands. His eyes were sparkling as she stepped closer. "It's not your fault. He loved you, Harry."
He took her hands from his face and placed them around his neck, as her drew her into him. She rested her head on his shoulder. He put his forehead on her shoulder, and squeezed her, and she hugged back.
"Thank You Ginny," was all he could manage in a whisper. "Thank you."
She drew away and framed his face again, but she was smiling up at him now, rubbing her thumbs gently on his cheeks. He watched her soft brown eyes. They were full of care, and emotion. A powerful, thick feeling flooded him, and sent his stomach into knots, and sent his heart swelling greatly.
"Anytime."
He bent and kissed her softly, then drew her in for another hug. And that was the moment, he knew. The moment he knew he'd fallen in love with Ginny Weasley.
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