Disclaimer: Read the introduction.
Thanks a lot for the reviews you guys, I needed that. After about fifty attempts to actually
try and upload the chapter, I was starting to lose faith in fanfiction.net all together.
Special thanks to:
Mabel Weasley - after reading your posts I hope you'll like this one. Little graphic sex
scene stuck in on the end OK so you use much more graphic detail in your sex scenes, while I
try to get around using language like f**k or p**sy. That's only cos I can't concieve Harry
or his friends ever saying, let alone thinking of it. However, when Malfoy comes into it...
GinnyPotter387 - Your either very modest and like to sell yourself short, or your just fishing
for compliments. Either way I'll play along, cos you are a wonderful writer! Are you sure the
chapter was perfect though cos I'm sure it could have been better. Also there's nothing wrong
with Men. Okay so some of us are gits and I'm actually basing Harry very closely on the way my
life was like last summer but we can change. I'm a nice guy! There are nice guys, they're just
a little hard to find.
Hope everyone likes this one!
Chapter 4.
The Secret Life of Us.
(Harry and Hermione have both settled into the Burrow. It has now been a week since they
arrived, and there is about one week left before the school year starts.)
Harry spent the first few days about the Burrow trying as hard as he could to avoid Ginny,
much to Ron's sadistic delight. He would take every opportunity he could to give Harry the
third degree about whether he spent most of his time outside because Ginny was avoiding him
by staying in her room. Ron however believed that Harry was hiding because he'd had enough
of Ginny blushing every time they walked up to each other. He had no idea that the feelings
they had for each other were as real as you could get, and neither did they. Harry remained
embarrassed over the fact that he had fallen for Ron's little sister, and Ginny remained
embarrassed over the fact that Harry didn't even like her.
But she continued to show it less than Harry. Many a time had he sat down in the Paddock
under a tree to see Ginny laughing and falling about with her brothers and Hermione. He had
remained there silent trying to come to term with his feelings. His biggest problem was low
self-esteem. He believed she was to good for him, he didn't deserve her, and he was doomed
to a life like he had had last summer, a life he wanted so much to be rid of...
~~~~~~~~~~
Ron looked over at Harry sitting alone under a tree reading a book. He saw the look of
anguish and confusion on his face and turned Hermione; who was struggling in his arms as he
tickled her, towards Harry. At once they both stopped and without the rest of his family
noticing they both walked over to him and sat down next to him. It took him a while to even
notice they were there, but when he did, he shot bolt upright and gave a fake smile.
If Ron hadn't seen the look on his face before he would have thought his friend was okay; he
knew he was slow with subtlety, but this time he was not fooled. He put a hand on his friends
shoulder and squeezed to comfort him. It was at this point that he first noticed how much
Harry had really changed. He had already noticed his drastic change in fashion sense, but he
had overlooked its implications because it was... well... Cool! But Harry's whole demeanour
had changed; he looked and sounded like a great weight was weighing on his shoulders. But that
was why they had come over, they were going to be there for him, and possibly shoulder some
of the weight themselves. He was going to ask him what was wrong, but the words didn't seem
right in his head. He was sure he knew what had made Harry like this but he couldn't quite
place his finger on it. He looked to Hermione with a look of helplessness on his face and she
smiled knowingly at him then turned to Harry.
"What did you do over the summer then Harry?" she said quite cheerfully, probably in an
attempt to get him to open up, "Come on we want to know everything..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry felt his face sink as soon as the words were out of Hermione's mouth. He had been avoiding
the question for the last couple of days, with questions about what they did, and seeming overly
interested. Its not that he wasn't interested, he was. He loved to hear about how their
relationship had blossomed and he was really happy for them. But up until now he had enjoyed
the freedom he gained whenever he talked about them, because they got so wrapped up in holding
each others hands and gazing lovingly into each others eyes that they completely forgot to ask
him anything. Now though there was no sign of that happening as they flanked him on both sides.
All he needed now was Ginny to come and sit in front of him and he would be boxed in. Then he
would surely lose all of his friends in one go. He sighed and slouched back against the tree.
This was it, this was the final parting of the group, and it would be entirely his fault.
"Well, when I left you guys at the station, Hedwig brought me a letter from my uncle..." he
carried on, telling them of his new found freedom, his strange group of friends and what they
did together. Ron smiled as he recounted his first proper kiss until he got to the bit about the
razorblade and the blood; he saw Ron gasp at this. He explained everything, how he had felt when
he did it as he looked from Ron to Hermione. Ron looked quite amazed, but in a bad way and
Hermione just stared at him completely stoic. Harry thought about the look she was giving him as
he looked at her and realised he had probably lost her at the start. Finally he got to the last
girl, and he told them about the nightmares he had been having every night since. Ron gasped as
he recounted every detail but Hermione turned to stare into the distance, her face a picture of
what it was to loathe.
"And that's it," he said breathing deeply, as if he had forgotten to when he was talking, "But
before you say anything, I can see that you hate me now so I'll pack my things. But I just want
you to know that you're the best friends I've ever had and I'll miss you, I love you guys..."
and he got up to leave. At first he felt as if his legs wouldn't work, but then he realised he
was being held back. He looked back and noticed that Hermione's hand had shot out and grabbed
his cloak, "Please don't make me listen to a lecture…" he said pulling hard away, his eyes
filling up with tears. Just then he felt a great weight knock him to the floor. He looked up to
see Ron on top of him and he was scared; maybe he had gone too far and they were going to have
him arrested. Then he felt Hermione slide her arms around him and he realised, they weren't
holding him down, they were hugging him.
"We love you to Harry!" Hermione cried out as she turned to look at him and he noticed tears
flowing down her cheeks. He could feel his own starting to flow as he looked at Ron and realised
he was also crying silently. They all sat there for a long time crying in each others arms. When
they finally broke they noticed that they were alone in the Paddock. Ginny, Fred and George had
gone some time ago, probably to leave them alone. Harry stood up and brushed the mud off of his
black clothes.
"So... I'm forgiven then?" he asked after drawing up the courage. Ron and Hermione just looked
at him like he had made the stupidest comment ever, but he still needed to hear it.
"There's nothing to forgive..." and it was Harry's turn to adopt the same look, "You were
obviously under the influence of Dark magic, possibly the same dark magic that You-Know-Who has
left as a part of you. Perhaps that's his way of destroying you," she said thoughtfully as Harry
finally caught on.
"Voldemort wants me to destroy myself?!" he gasped and looked back at Ron and Hermione. They both
looked stunned; they still hadn't got used to the mention of his name by Harry who had no trouble
with it at all, "I think it's time that I wrote a letter to Sirius…" and with that they all
hurried back to the house to help him write it.
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sirius,
I know that you are spending all your time now with Professor Lupin but I need you to
help me. Hermione thinks that some of the things I did this summer are starting to effect me;
and she believes that it's an attack by Voldemort. I can't go into the details right now because
it's a very long story, but I need you to be with me. I hope you can get here soon, hopefully
before school starts. Please come.
Love Harry
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Professor Lupin,
I know it's probably a shock for a student to write to a teacher as I'm sure it doesn't
happen very often, but the matter I am writing about is quite urgent. Harry has never had a
proper birthday party in his life and I would like to request your company in the late surprise
one that my family and I are throwing. It would be great if you could as you were our favourite
teacher and I'm sure Harry would love someone who was so close to his parents when they were
alive to be there. The date of the party is August the 25th, which I'm sorry to say is tomorrow,
hopefully this should get to you in time because my brothers Owl is very fast.
Until tomorrow then.
Ginny Weasley
Ginny put the quill down and quickly tied the letter to Pig's leg careful not to get the
parchment wet as the tears streamed down her face. She took him to the window and threw him out
only to have him dart back at her. He tried to use his tiny beak to stroke the tears away but he
was too small. He hooted at her in futility and then slowly at first, started to fly away. In no
time at all he sped off into the distance and was a tiny speck on the horizon before she had even
had time to breathe. She sighed heavily as she felt another tear slide down her face. She knew
she was doing this for Harry because she loved him but why? He didn't feel the same way. He
didn't even want her as a friend. Most of his time over the past few days had been spent alone,
while Ron and Hermione spent quality time together. Not once had he even noticed her, let alone
asked her to keep him company. Before the summer they were never alone, Harry and Ginny were
almost as inseperable as her brother and Hermione had become. Now it was as if she had never
existed, that the times they shared together had never happened. She sighed and wiped the tears
from her face, he didn't deserve her, but it didn't stop her from wanting him.
'Why can't he just want me aswell?' she thought about this for a long time, as she paced her
room, got undressed and in no time at all was standing in front of her mirror completely naked.
She looked at herself in the mirror from every angle, determined to find something drastically
wrong with her so she could work out why he wasn't attracted to her. After a few minutes she
stopped, it would be useless to carry on because she knew in her heart that there was nothing,
'I'm just not his type...' she thought to herself as she stroked her thighs, drawing her hands
up her body over her breasts to hold her neck and play through her hair. She imagined they were
Harry's hands as she fell back onto her bed and drifted into a restless but arousing dream.
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry laid her down on the bed and carressed her body as Ginny moaned in delight. He used his
tounge to stroke right down from her neck to her navel and pushed on her stomach, something
inside her just seemed to connect and an electrical current shot from her head to her toes. She
grabbed his head and pulled him back up for a kiss as he sqeezed her breasts and ran a hand
between her legs. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life as she did then but he wasn't
going to stop there. He broke from the kiss as she felt him press against her and he started to
to suck her neck nipping and biting at it as he worked his way down. At once his tongue was
inside her and she squealed in pleasure as it explored her very being. Then suddenly his face
was in front of hers. His green peircing eyes stared into hers for what seemed like eternity and
then she felt him in her. She gasped as she felt him sliding deeper into her, stripping her of
her innocence. She wrapped her legs around his back and dug her nails into his chest; the
pleasure was so intense, but the pain just made him thrust harder. One minute she was writhing
underneath him in pleasure, the next her body was rigid in ecstasy as she felt a warm flood
deep within her that seemed to permeate every cell of her being. She looked up to see his hair
stuck to his head and licked the sweat that was dripping from his nose. He looked at her now,
his chest heaving his energy spent inside her and he whispered just so she could hear.
"I love you Ginny!" and with that she licked him cleaning the blood from his chest, the taste
so intoxicating she bit harder wanting more. Harry screamed...
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry shot up in bed. It was midnight by his reckoning but he was wide awake. He remebered
everything, how it had felt, how it had happened, even how it had tasted, but he couldn't help
wondering, 'Was that from me?'
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny Weasley smiled to herself as she slept. She shuffled a bit to get comfortable and rolled
over for a night of deep, dreamless sleep...
Thanks a lot for the reviews you guys, I needed that. After about fifty attempts to actually
try and upload the chapter, I was starting to lose faith in fanfiction.net all together.
Special thanks to:
Mabel Weasley - after reading your posts I hope you'll like this one. Little graphic sex
scene stuck in on the end OK so you use much more graphic detail in your sex scenes, while I
try to get around using language like f**k or p**sy. That's only cos I can't concieve Harry
or his friends ever saying, let alone thinking of it. However, when Malfoy comes into it...
GinnyPotter387 - Your either very modest and like to sell yourself short, or your just fishing
for compliments. Either way I'll play along, cos you are a wonderful writer! Are you sure the
chapter was perfect though cos I'm sure it could have been better. Also there's nothing wrong
with Men. Okay so some of us are gits and I'm actually basing Harry very closely on the way my
life was like last summer but we can change. I'm a nice guy! There are nice guys, they're just
a little hard to find.
Hope everyone likes this one!
Chapter 4.
The Secret Life of Us.
(Harry and Hermione have both settled into the Burrow. It has now been a week since they
arrived, and there is about one week left before the school year starts.)
Harry spent the first few days about the Burrow trying as hard as he could to avoid Ginny,
much to Ron's sadistic delight. He would take every opportunity he could to give Harry the
third degree about whether he spent most of his time outside because Ginny was avoiding him
by staying in her room. Ron however believed that Harry was hiding because he'd had enough
of Ginny blushing every time they walked up to each other. He had no idea that the feelings
they had for each other were as real as you could get, and neither did they. Harry remained
embarrassed over the fact that he had fallen for Ron's little sister, and Ginny remained
embarrassed over the fact that Harry didn't even like her.
But she continued to show it less than Harry. Many a time had he sat down in the Paddock
under a tree to see Ginny laughing and falling about with her brothers and Hermione. He had
remained there silent trying to come to term with his feelings. His biggest problem was low
self-esteem. He believed she was to good for him, he didn't deserve her, and he was doomed
to a life like he had had last summer, a life he wanted so much to be rid of...
~~~~~~~~~~
Ron looked over at Harry sitting alone under a tree reading a book. He saw the look of
anguish and confusion on his face and turned Hermione; who was struggling in his arms as he
tickled her, towards Harry. At once they both stopped and without the rest of his family
noticing they both walked over to him and sat down next to him. It took him a while to even
notice they were there, but when he did, he shot bolt upright and gave a fake smile.
If Ron hadn't seen the look on his face before he would have thought his friend was okay; he
knew he was slow with subtlety, but this time he was not fooled. He put a hand on his friends
shoulder and squeezed to comfort him. It was at this point that he first noticed how much
Harry had really changed. He had already noticed his drastic change in fashion sense, but he
had overlooked its implications because it was... well... Cool! But Harry's whole demeanour
had changed; he looked and sounded like a great weight was weighing on his shoulders. But that
was why they had come over, they were going to be there for him, and possibly shoulder some
of the weight themselves. He was going to ask him what was wrong, but the words didn't seem
right in his head. He was sure he knew what had made Harry like this but he couldn't quite
place his finger on it. He looked to Hermione with a look of helplessness on his face and she
smiled knowingly at him then turned to Harry.
"What did you do over the summer then Harry?" she said quite cheerfully, probably in an
attempt to get him to open up, "Come on we want to know everything..."
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry felt his face sink as soon as the words were out of Hermione's mouth. He had been avoiding
the question for the last couple of days, with questions about what they did, and seeming overly
interested. Its not that he wasn't interested, he was. He loved to hear about how their
relationship had blossomed and he was really happy for them. But up until now he had enjoyed
the freedom he gained whenever he talked about them, because they got so wrapped up in holding
each others hands and gazing lovingly into each others eyes that they completely forgot to ask
him anything. Now though there was no sign of that happening as they flanked him on both sides.
All he needed now was Ginny to come and sit in front of him and he would be boxed in. Then he
would surely lose all of his friends in one go. He sighed and slouched back against the tree.
This was it, this was the final parting of the group, and it would be entirely his fault.
"Well, when I left you guys at the station, Hedwig brought me a letter from my uncle..." he
carried on, telling them of his new found freedom, his strange group of friends and what they
did together. Ron smiled as he recounted his first proper kiss until he got to the bit about the
razorblade and the blood; he saw Ron gasp at this. He explained everything, how he had felt when
he did it as he looked from Ron to Hermione. Ron looked quite amazed, but in a bad way and
Hermione just stared at him completely stoic. Harry thought about the look she was giving him as
he looked at her and realised he had probably lost her at the start. Finally he got to the last
girl, and he told them about the nightmares he had been having every night since. Ron gasped as
he recounted every detail but Hermione turned to stare into the distance, her face a picture of
what it was to loathe.
"And that's it," he said breathing deeply, as if he had forgotten to when he was talking, "But
before you say anything, I can see that you hate me now so I'll pack my things. But I just want
you to know that you're the best friends I've ever had and I'll miss you, I love you guys..."
and he got up to leave. At first he felt as if his legs wouldn't work, but then he realised he
was being held back. He looked back and noticed that Hermione's hand had shot out and grabbed
his cloak, "Please don't make me listen to a lecture…" he said pulling hard away, his eyes
filling up with tears. Just then he felt a great weight knock him to the floor. He looked up to
see Ron on top of him and he was scared; maybe he had gone too far and they were going to have
him arrested. Then he felt Hermione slide her arms around him and he realised, they weren't
holding him down, they were hugging him.
"We love you to Harry!" Hermione cried out as she turned to look at him and he noticed tears
flowing down her cheeks. He could feel his own starting to flow as he looked at Ron and realised
he was also crying silently. They all sat there for a long time crying in each others arms. When
they finally broke they noticed that they were alone in the Paddock. Ginny, Fred and George had
gone some time ago, probably to leave them alone. Harry stood up and brushed the mud off of his
black clothes.
"So... I'm forgiven then?" he asked after drawing up the courage. Ron and Hermione just looked
at him like he had made the stupidest comment ever, but he still needed to hear it.
"There's nothing to forgive..." and it was Harry's turn to adopt the same look, "You were
obviously under the influence of Dark magic, possibly the same dark magic that You-Know-Who has
left as a part of you. Perhaps that's his way of destroying you," she said thoughtfully as Harry
finally caught on.
"Voldemort wants me to destroy myself?!" he gasped and looked back at Ron and Hermione. They both
looked stunned; they still hadn't got used to the mention of his name by Harry who had no trouble
with it at all, "I think it's time that I wrote a letter to Sirius…" and with that they all
hurried back to the house to help him write it.
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Sirius,
I know that you are spending all your time now with Professor Lupin but I need you to
help me. Hermione thinks that some of the things I did this summer are starting to effect me;
and she believes that it's an attack by Voldemort. I can't go into the details right now because
it's a very long story, but I need you to be with me. I hope you can get here soon, hopefully
before school starts. Please come.
Love Harry
~~~~~~~~~~
Dear Professor Lupin,
I know it's probably a shock for a student to write to a teacher as I'm sure it doesn't
happen very often, but the matter I am writing about is quite urgent. Harry has never had a
proper birthday party in his life and I would like to request your company in the late surprise
one that my family and I are throwing. It would be great if you could as you were our favourite
teacher and I'm sure Harry would love someone who was so close to his parents when they were
alive to be there. The date of the party is August the 25th, which I'm sorry to say is tomorrow,
hopefully this should get to you in time because my brothers Owl is very fast.
Until tomorrow then.
Ginny Weasley
Ginny put the quill down and quickly tied the letter to Pig's leg careful not to get the
parchment wet as the tears streamed down her face. She took him to the window and threw him out
only to have him dart back at her. He tried to use his tiny beak to stroke the tears away but he
was too small. He hooted at her in futility and then slowly at first, started to fly away. In no
time at all he sped off into the distance and was a tiny speck on the horizon before she had even
had time to breathe. She sighed heavily as she felt another tear slide down her face. She knew
she was doing this for Harry because she loved him but why? He didn't feel the same way. He
didn't even want her as a friend. Most of his time over the past few days had been spent alone,
while Ron and Hermione spent quality time together. Not once had he even noticed her, let alone
asked her to keep him company. Before the summer they were never alone, Harry and Ginny were
almost as inseperable as her brother and Hermione had become. Now it was as if she had never
existed, that the times they shared together had never happened. She sighed and wiped the tears
from her face, he didn't deserve her, but it didn't stop her from wanting him.
'Why can't he just want me aswell?' she thought about this for a long time, as she paced her
room, got undressed and in no time at all was standing in front of her mirror completely naked.
She looked at herself in the mirror from every angle, determined to find something drastically
wrong with her so she could work out why he wasn't attracted to her. After a few minutes she
stopped, it would be useless to carry on because she knew in her heart that there was nothing,
'I'm just not his type...' she thought to herself as she stroked her thighs, drawing her hands
up her body over her breasts to hold her neck and play through her hair. She imagined they were
Harry's hands as she fell back onto her bed and drifted into a restless but arousing dream.
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry laid her down on the bed and carressed her body as Ginny moaned in delight. He used his
tounge to stroke right down from her neck to her navel and pushed on her stomach, something
inside her just seemed to connect and an electrical current shot from her head to her toes. She
grabbed his head and pulled him back up for a kiss as he sqeezed her breasts and ran a hand
between her legs. She had never felt so much pleasure in her life as she did then but he wasn't
going to stop there. He broke from the kiss as she felt him press against her and he started to
to suck her neck nipping and biting at it as he worked his way down. At once his tongue was
inside her and she squealed in pleasure as it explored her very being. Then suddenly his face
was in front of hers. His green peircing eyes stared into hers for what seemed like eternity and
then she felt him in her. She gasped as she felt him sliding deeper into her, stripping her of
her innocence. She wrapped her legs around his back and dug her nails into his chest; the
pleasure was so intense, but the pain just made him thrust harder. One minute she was writhing
underneath him in pleasure, the next her body was rigid in ecstasy as she felt a warm flood
deep within her that seemed to permeate every cell of her being. She looked up to see his hair
stuck to his head and licked the sweat that was dripping from his nose. He looked at her now,
his chest heaving his energy spent inside her and he whispered just so she could hear.
"I love you Ginny!" and with that she licked him cleaning the blood from his chest, the taste
so intoxicating she bit harder wanting more. Harry screamed...
~~~~~~~~~~
Harry shot up in bed. It was midnight by his reckoning but he was wide awake. He remebered
everything, how it had felt, how it had happened, even how it had tasted, but he couldn't help
wondering, 'Was that from me?'
~~~~~~~~~~
Ginny Weasley smiled to herself as she slept. She shuffled a bit to get comfortable and rolled
over for a night of deep, dreamless sleep...