An unwilling damsel by Joy
A/N: Okay first off I shouldn't say it was disturbing that Harry was humming. I was more interested in the images the song conjured for people. So from the emails I got the Brits that read this story, they found my innuendo very amusing and everybody else didn't get it at all. I will try to make this a bit more clear although this is a PG-13 story so I still won't out and out say (You can email me if you want the blunt answer, but only if you're an appropriate age.) – 'God save the queen' is a joke I picked up from a British friend as a recommended song to hum during certain amorous activities that would be so much easier if there really was an underwater breathing charm. I didn't really know if anyone would get that. Then again I hoped I would tap into some other innuendos. Almost all guys above a certain age have heard the expression 'just lie back and think of .' Some people think 'England,' others 'baseball' but I still think the funniest variation is 'the Queen.' That is all I will say on that front. Now with that out of the way...
Dating with twists and unfortunate turns
14.
Ginny was getting a bit worried about having to go home for the summer with the way her relationship stood now. The brothers Weasley had concealed Ginny's relationship with Harry as not to cause any problems for the couple when Harry visited. Who knows what Molly would insist if she knew they were together. Harry and Ginny might not be allowed in the same room alone... Then again it was fairly obvious from the Weasley's letters they already knew. Harry's presence was permitted for the majority of the summer rather than just a small portion. The Weasleys' also seemed to know about Ron and Hermione, who had been invited to the Burrow as well. How they found out these things Ginny never knew. The irony in the situation was this meant that Fred and George got out of being at the Burrow so they could traipse about as they pleased.
After months of basic courting before actually dating Ginny and Harry behaved very much like an old married couple, knowing each other well enough to know what the other was thinking. Ron and Hermione on the other hand had always fought like an old married couple, just not as much as before.
Harry and Ginny mainly spent time together going down to the lake or up the tower for seclusion. They tried very hard to keep their relationship out of public spectacle. Once they started dating Harry held Ginny's hand when he walked her to class, earning the distain of Malfoy. He already hated Potter and the Weasleys so seeing both so happy made him vow to do something horribly nasty to them...but he would bide his time.
On this morning Ginny woke to a pale purple rose on her pillow, beside her head. She smiled. She wondered when he had come in to leave it for her and if he had watched her sleep like he did so often.
"Ohh...Ginny...You're so lucky. Harry is the sweetest boyfriend. What's the note say?" one of the girls in her dorm asked. Sure enough there was a note that stated. 'DO NOT TOUCH THE ROSE DIRECTLY UNTIL YOU HAVE DONE THE FOLLOWING-'
Ginny read her instructions. She was to dress casually as if going to Hogsmeade, not go down to breakfast, then finally pick up the rose for their whole day excursion.
Ginny washed quickly put on the clothes that presumably Harry or Hermione laid out for her. (Since there were a bra and underwear amongst her things Hermione probably did it.) Her friends watched as her hand hovered above the rose, "Okay, here I go."
In a moment Ginny was gone and in front of Harry who had set up breakfast by the lake. "Hello my sweet," he murmured coming to kiss her cheek. "You follow directions remarkably well. Ron was convinced you would end up teleporting yourself over in your pajamas."
Ginny she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Like you would have minded at all. You like my night clothes...that's why I occasionally wake to find you staring at me."
"No, you wake to find me staring at you because I know you're having a nightmare and I want to comfort you when you wake up."
"Fine there is that...but you can't deny that you like it when I wear less than more to bed."
Harry had his hands on her hips squeezing gently as he groaned, "You love putting me in this fine state don't you?"
"Which state would that be?" she whispered moving closer to him before kissing his lips.
He held her hips a bit away from his. "The state of constant and unending arousal."
"Yeah..." she whispered moving closer still.
They stood on the lake's bank kissing innocently. Ginny found herself more and more impatient with Harry's gentlemanly behavior. Sometimes she felt that they were an old married couple that skipped the fun passionate part. Week after week (okay they had only dated for two weeks), night after night she waited for Harry to deepen a kiss...but he never did. He would kiss her and stroke her face...he liked to touch her so gently her nerve endings lit fire. Today she decided she had waited long enough.
Ginny tilted her head a bit further to the side and ran her tongue along the seam of Harry's lips. His eyes immediately shot open as did his mouth with a sudden gasp. This was the reaction she was hoping for.
Ginny had read a bunch of muggle romance novels she had gotten from Hermione. They described different things...all of which she wanted with Harry. However at the moment she would content herself with kissing him.
Ginny slid her tongue into Harry's mouth running it along his tongue. Harry's hands tightened on her waist on instinct. Slowly he began to caress her tongue with his own. This is bloody amazing. Then again it is bloody amazing I made it through this year not kissing Ginny Weasley.
"Wow..." he whispered when they broke apart.
Ginny bit her lip. "So it was good?" she asked.
Harry panted a moment, "Nothing can compare...wow." She blushed. "Was it... I mean... I've been afraid to because...well... I didn't want to remind you..."
Realization hit Ginny like a ton of bricks. Harry remembered her memories. 'French Kissing' hadn't exactly been pleasant for her. She stroked his cheek, "Thank you for worrying. It's very sweet... But you could never remind me of him...of that."
Harry leaned their foreheads together. "Good to know," he whispered and kissed her nose.
"I have breakfast," he pointed to the blanket laid out with a picnic basket on it.
"What's this?" she asked.
"It's a muggle thing I always liked. People put food in a basket to eat outside."
"Like conjuring, just less efficient?" she asked.
Harry chuckled. "You're spending too much time with Hermione," he muttered setting Ginny up.
"Well one day she very well may be my sister. Have to learn to cope with her now."
He smirked, "You think they'll make it?"
Ginny nodded, "No doubt in my mind at all."
Harry bit his lip, "Gin, do you ever think about the future?"
"A bit... I'm a little worried about being apart over the summer. I'm also worried about being together in my parents' house. After all you are very tempting."
Harry smirked, "'Property of Ginevra Weasley' I better tempt you."
"You certainly enjoy saying you belong to me. That expression must have been uttered by you a half dozen times since we got together," Gin commented.
"Why wouldn't I enjoy it? I'm dating someone amazing that was actively sought after by the majority of males in the fifth, sixth, and seventh years at this school. I like the proprietary nature of that statement."
"Okay, now you have been spending too much time with Hermione," she smirked.
Harry chuckled at her and kissed her nose again.
...........
Ginny found her day-long date to be wonderful. Harry had thought of everything. They did all of her favorite things...showing he did indeed pay attention to the stuff she told him about herself when they were becoming friends. After eating by the lake, they went down to Hogsmeade to go to several stores for the fun of it. Tea was Harry's treat at the café she enjoyed most.
By the time they arrived back at the lake they had spent hours upon hours together. The blanket was still laid out but a new set of food and dishes were in place. Some overstuffed pillows that they could lean against the large tree so they could watch the sunset comfortably.
Leaning back contentedly with Ginny's head pillowed on Harry's chest curled into his body, he whispered, "Did you enjoy your day angel?"
A smile satisfied smile spread across her lips, "Almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"Almost," she murmured and drew him to stand. She grabbed her wand, conjuring a radio to play background music. She drew Harry into her arms and began to dance slowly with him. "Now its perfect," Ginny whispered kissing Harry softly wrapping her arms around his neck. The couple danced to a couple of songs slowly enjoying the feeling of being together.
Harry swallowed nervously because the closer he held Ginny the more he wanted her. Being a teenage boy had its disadvantages, like having your mind stuck on sex 90% of the time. He gulped audibly when she sat down on the blanket and tugged his hand to sit down as well. The look in her eyes told him that he would be panting shortly. Ginny lay back against one of the big pillows and drew Harry's head down to hers. This put Harry in the position of laying over her, something Harry was not comfortable with. Two weeks had past since the night he was given Ginny's memories. Unintentionally making her feel trapped physically was just not something he could handle. Harry stayed on his side kissing his gorgeous girlfriend.
Ginny knew Harry was a gentleman, would treat her carefully because of the attack, but she wanted him to show some passion...show that he wasn't always in control. She had seen Harry lose his temper, which would rival many of her family members. Ginny didn't want him to yell at her...just lose himself for few minutes. She was playing a dangerous game and didn't even know it.
The youngest Weasley had started to pay attention to things the older girls in her dorm said they did with their boyfriends...some of which made Ginny blush to high heaven while others seemed to imply they would have the desired effect.
Hermione and Gin had compared notes on the best friends activities and of course Ron was much more aggressive than Harry. There were a few times Hermione said Ron actually 'kidnapped' her into a convenient broomstick cupboard to snog before class.
..........
"You're so lucky Hermione. At least Ron shows you he's head over heels for you. Me...I get the best white knight around but man is he slow," she had complained.
"Come on Gin. After what you went through I would think you be happy Harry isn't all over you like an octopus," Hermione had chastised.
Ginny had sighed, "I know...I am...I have never felt pressured or uncomfortable. Its just sometimes it makes me wonder if he loves me but really isn't into me. Ya know? "
Hermione shook her head. "Believe me. He's very into you."
"You know this how?"
She raised her eyebrows, "We talk... about me and Ron... you and him. Like you and Ron do. Just trust me."
"You know something major...I can tell," Ginny weaseled.
"No way," Mione started. "I value my brother way too much to get sucked into this."
"Hermione...do you understand I think he loves our connection but not me. That he doesn't really want me. Like maybe its more he doesn't want to share me with anyone else... divert my attention from him...so we're..."
Hermione interrupted glaring at the youngest Weasley, "I am telling you this only because I think your self confidence needs it." Ginny made a 'go-on' motion with her arms. "After all of your dates and I mean all your dates, Harry has to take a cold shower...or a hot one depending on if there is privacy or not... He's into you."
"I don't...Wait...What?" Ginny asked.
Mione shook her head, "He remembers the horror you felt when Theo's hard on was pressed against you. He remembers how much it frightened you to think that he wanted you... Harry doesn't want that. He keeps his distance and he cool because he wants you to feel loved. But what that doesn't change the fact when you say goodnight he doesn't lock himself in the wash to relieve some tension."
"Every time we..." Gin questioned. Hermione nodded. "Every time?"
"Every time," the brown haired witch confirmed.
Ginny had slumped on the bed, "He's just so proper!"
Hermione sat beside her. "Try this... I think it might work on the white knight." She leaned over and told Ginny what to do.
Ginny bit her lip, "I'll give it a shot."
...........
So here Ginevra Weasley lay on her back in the early evening glow of the sun fading back, with an incredibly hot boyfriend doing his damnest to not lie on top of her the way he so desired. Ginny had decided to try Hermione's suggestion to see what would happen.
She ran her tongue over the seam of Harry's lips, which caused him to automatically open his mouth and pull her to him. Ginny smiled slightly before running her tongue over his. Harry was still apart from her on his side. She then took her tongue and ran it over the back of his teeth tickling the roof of his mouth a bit.
Harry had been a good boy. He had done the romantic things reassured Ginny in anyway her could...and now she was torturing him for it. When she ran her tongue over his teeth again and he gave up the fight. He turned her back so she was laying flat on the ground and he was over top of her...one of his knees between hers. His tongue repeatedly plunged into Ginny's mouth...practically mating. Harry's hands were in her hair and caressing her flank...all of which she was enjoying immensely.
Unknowingly Harry's hand strayed to close to the buckle of Ginny's jeans. That sensation coupled with feeling Harry hard against her hip Ginny suddenly pushed him off hard. "Ginny?" he panted looking at her as she stared down.
She felt so stupid. He had been holding himself in check so long...trying to make sure nothing would scare her only for her to push him to the point he wasn't paying attention... He was just acting...like she thought she wanted.
Harry sat silently afraid to reach for Ginny...afraid of making things worse...afraid because he wasn't actually sure what he had done wrong...afraid of what was going to happen next. "Ginny?" he whispered.
She turned further from him...so he wouldn't see the tears. It was her fault. She didn't want him to feel guilty about it.
Harry however was not blind to her plight. "Ginny please...talk to me... I want to hold you so badly but I'm afraid of scaring you more," he begged.
She turned to him, "I'm sorry...I'm so stupid. I thought it would be no big deal. I thought..." She started to cry openly.
"Ginny, you are not stupid. And I am the one that's sorry. I knew better and let myself get caught up..." he whispered again sitting next to her. "Do you want me to go? Tell me what you want and I'll do it."
"Don't leave me..." she whimpered and lay her head on his shoulder. "I'll be better. It would happen again. Just don't leave me."
Harry clinched his eyes shut and wrapped his arms around her middle. She wasn't actually hearing what he was saying. "Sweetness, I will never leave you. I just wanted to know if you wanted some space...that's all. I'm the one that scared you...I'm the one that screwed up...not you."
Ginny shook her head, "You didn't screw up... It was just... for one moment you weren't you anymore and I wasn't on the best date I have ever had. For one moment I had to protect myself... and that is what scared me... I didn't know that would happen. I couldn't imagine it happening. Since I have started dating you I haven't had one of my really horrible nightmares that haunts me after I wake, Harry. Not one." She leaned back and looked into his face. "They told me afterwards that I would have nightmares, irrational thoughts and fears, and flashbacks. I just...I didn't know what that would mean...not really."
She swallowed shallowly. "I'm not mad at you or scared of you Harry. I'm not. I just got overwhelmed. Please don't let this stop us from..." she bit her lip and looked away before continuing, "expressing..." She looked back at him, "...our affection this way."
Harry stroked Ginny's face lightly with a couple of his fingertips. "Lets stay away from me laying on top of you for a while yet...or pressing you up against the wall or something." She nodded. "Now I'm not opposed to having you lay on top of me or back me against a wall," he said playfully as he toyed with her fingers.
"How do you feel about being kidnapped into broomstick cupboards?" she asked.
"What with you Weasley's and broomstick cupboards?" Harry asked.
"Ron bragging?" Ginny questioned.
"Hermione bragging," he countered.
Harry drew Ginny up to her feet and they began to dance again to the music still playing in the background. "Thank you for today," Ginny whispered, "...including your understanding right now."
Harry smiled sweetly, "You are the most precious thing in my life Ginevra Weasley. I would do this and much more."
"Good to know."
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A/N: This is it guys. Next chapter is the end. I have written part of a sequel already, however it is a bit too racy at parts for this revenue. If a sequel does come out I will probably post it at (Harry / Ginny web-page). Then again the same rules will apply – I won't post until the series is finished so with my move across country it maybe a month or two.
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A/N: Okay first off I shouldn't say it was disturbing that Harry was humming. I was more interested in the images the song conjured for people. So from the emails I got the Brits that read this story, they found my innuendo very amusing and everybody else didn't get it at all. I will try to make this a bit more clear although this is a PG-13 story so I still won't out and out say (You can email me if you want the blunt answer, but only if you're an appropriate age.) – 'God save the queen' is a joke I picked up from a British friend as a recommended song to hum during certain amorous activities that would be so much easier if there really was an underwater breathing charm. I didn't really know if anyone would get that. Then again I hoped I would tap into some other innuendos. Almost all guys above a certain age have heard the expression 'just lie back and think of .' Some people think 'England,' others 'baseball' but I still think the funniest variation is 'the Queen.' That is all I will say on that front. Now with that out of the way...
Dating with twists and unfortunate turns
14.
Ginny was getting a bit worried about having to go home for the summer with the way her relationship stood now. The brothers Weasley had concealed Ginny's relationship with Harry as not to cause any problems for the couple when Harry visited. Who knows what Molly would insist if she knew they were together. Harry and Ginny might not be allowed in the same room alone... Then again it was fairly obvious from the Weasley's letters they already knew. Harry's presence was permitted for the majority of the summer rather than just a small portion. The Weasleys' also seemed to know about Ron and Hermione, who had been invited to the Burrow as well. How they found out these things Ginny never knew. The irony in the situation was this meant that Fred and George got out of being at the Burrow so they could traipse about as they pleased.
After months of basic courting before actually dating Ginny and Harry behaved very much like an old married couple, knowing each other well enough to know what the other was thinking. Ron and Hermione on the other hand had always fought like an old married couple, just not as much as before.
Harry and Ginny mainly spent time together going down to the lake or up the tower for seclusion. They tried very hard to keep their relationship out of public spectacle. Once they started dating Harry held Ginny's hand when he walked her to class, earning the distain of Malfoy. He already hated Potter and the Weasleys so seeing both so happy made him vow to do something horribly nasty to them...but he would bide his time.
On this morning Ginny woke to a pale purple rose on her pillow, beside her head. She smiled. She wondered when he had come in to leave it for her and if he had watched her sleep like he did so often.
"Ohh...Ginny...You're so lucky. Harry is the sweetest boyfriend. What's the note say?" one of the girls in her dorm asked. Sure enough there was a note that stated. 'DO NOT TOUCH THE ROSE DIRECTLY UNTIL YOU HAVE DONE THE FOLLOWING-'
Ginny read her instructions. She was to dress casually as if going to Hogsmeade, not go down to breakfast, then finally pick up the rose for their whole day excursion.
Ginny washed quickly put on the clothes that presumably Harry or Hermione laid out for her. (Since there were a bra and underwear amongst her things Hermione probably did it.) Her friends watched as her hand hovered above the rose, "Okay, here I go."
In a moment Ginny was gone and in front of Harry who had set up breakfast by the lake. "Hello my sweet," he murmured coming to kiss her cheek. "You follow directions remarkably well. Ron was convinced you would end up teleporting yourself over in your pajamas."
Ginny she wrapped her arms around his neck, "Like you would have minded at all. You like my night clothes...that's why I occasionally wake to find you staring at me."
"No, you wake to find me staring at you because I know you're having a nightmare and I want to comfort you when you wake up."
"Fine there is that...but you can't deny that you like it when I wear less than more to bed."
Harry had his hands on her hips squeezing gently as he groaned, "You love putting me in this fine state don't you?"
"Which state would that be?" she whispered moving closer to him before kissing his lips.
He held her hips a bit away from his. "The state of constant and unending arousal."
"Yeah..." she whispered moving closer still.
They stood on the lake's bank kissing innocently. Ginny found herself more and more impatient with Harry's gentlemanly behavior. Sometimes she felt that they were an old married couple that skipped the fun passionate part. Week after week (okay they had only dated for two weeks), night after night she waited for Harry to deepen a kiss...but he never did. He would kiss her and stroke her face...he liked to touch her so gently her nerve endings lit fire. Today she decided she had waited long enough.
Ginny tilted her head a bit further to the side and ran her tongue along the seam of Harry's lips. His eyes immediately shot open as did his mouth with a sudden gasp. This was the reaction she was hoping for.
Ginny had read a bunch of muggle romance novels she had gotten from Hermione. They described different things...all of which she wanted with Harry. However at the moment she would content herself with kissing him.
Ginny slid her tongue into Harry's mouth running it along his tongue. Harry's hands tightened on her waist on instinct. Slowly he began to caress her tongue with his own. This is bloody amazing. Then again it is bloody amazing I made it through this year not kissing Ginny Weasley.
"Wow..." he whispered when they broke apart.
Ginny bit her lip. "So it was good?" she asked.
Harry panted a moment, "Nothing can compare...wow." She blushed. "Was it... I mean... I've been afraid to because...well... I didn't want to remind you..."
Realization hit Ginny like a ton of bricks. Harry remembered her memories. 'French Kissing' hadn't exactly been pleasant for her. She stroked his cheek, "Thank you for worrying. It's very sweet... But you could never remind me of him...of that."
Harry leaned their foreheads together. "Good to know," he whispered and kissed her nose.
"I have breakfast," he pointed to the blanket laid out with a picnic basket on it.
"What's this?" she asked.
"It's a muggle thing I always liked. People put food in a basket to eat outside."
"Like conjuring, just less efficient?" she asked.
Harry chuckled. "You're spending too much time with Hermione," he muttered setting Ginny up.
"Well one day she very well may be my sister. Have to learn to cope with her now."
He smirked, "You think they'll make it?"
Ginny nodded, "No doubt in my mind at all."
Harry bit his lip, "Gin, do you ever think about the future?"
"A bit... I'm a little worried about being apart over the summer. I'm also worried about being together in my parents' house. After all you are very tempting."
Harry smirked, "'Property of Ginevra Weasley' I better tempt you."
"You certainly enjoy saying you belong to me. That expression must have been uttered by you a half dozen times since we got together," Gin commented.
"Why wouldn't I enjoy it? I'm dating someone amazing that was actively sought after by the majority of males in the fifth, sixth, and seventh years at this school. I like the proprietary nature of that statement."
"Okay, now you have been spending too much time with Hermione," she smirked.
Harry chuckled at her and kissed her nose again.
...........
Ginny found her day-long date to be wonderful. Harry had thought of everything. They did all of her favorite things...showing he did indeed pay attention to the stuff she told him about herself when they were becoming friends. After eating by the lake, they went down to Hogsmeade to go to several stores for the fun of it. Tea was Harry's treat at the café she enjoyed most.
By the time they arrived back at the lake they had spent hours upon hours together. The blanket was still laid out but a new set of food and dishes were in place. Some overstuffed pillows that they could lean against the large tree so they could watch the sunset comfortably.
Leaning back contentedly with Ginny's head pillowed on Harry's chest curled into his body, he whispered, "Did you enjoy your day angel?"
A smile satisfied smile spread across her lips, "Almost perfect."
"Almost?"
"Almost," she murmured and drew him to stand. She grabbed her wand, conjuring a radio to play background music. She drew Harry into her arms and began to dance slowly with him. "Now its perfect," Ginny whispered kissing Harry softly wrapping her arms around his neck. The couple danced to a couple of songs slowly enjoying the feeling of being together.
Harry swallowed nervously because the closer he held Ginny the more he wanted her. Being a teenage boy had its disadvantages, like having your mind stuck on sex 90% of the time. He gulped audibly when she sat down on the blanket and tugged his hand to sit down as well. The look in her eyes told him that he would be panting shortly. Ginny lay back against one of the big pillows and drew Harry's head down to hers. This put Harry in the position of laying over her, something Harry was not comfortable with. Two weeks had past since the night he was given Ginny's memories. Unintentionally making her feel trapped physically was just not something he could handle. Harry stayed on his side kissing his gorgeous girlfriend.
Ginny knew Harry was a gentleman, would treat her carefully because of the attack, but she wanted him to show some passion...show that he wasn't always in control. She had seen Harry lose his temper, which would rival many of her family members. Ginny didn't want him to yell at her...just lose himself for few minutes. She was playing a dangerous game and didn't even know it.
The youngest Weasley had started to pay attention to things the older girls in her dorm said they did with their boyfriends...some of which made Ginny blush to high heaven while others seemed to imply they would have the desired effect.
Hermione and Gin had compared notes on the best friends activities and of course Ron was much more aggressive than Harry. There were a few times Hermione said Ron actually 'kidnapped' her into a convenient broomstick cupboard to snog before class.
..........
"You're so lucky Hermione. At least Ron shows you he's head over heels for you. Me...I get the best white knight around but man is he slow," she had complained.
"Come on Gin. After what you went through I would think you be happy Harry isn't all over you like an octopus," Hermione had chastised.
Ginny had sighed, "I know...I am...I have never felt pressured or uncomfortable. Its just sometimes it makes me wonder if he loves me but really isn't into me. Ya know? "
Hermione shook her head. "Believe me. He's very into you."
"You know this how?"
She raised her eyebrows, "We talk... about me and Ron... you and him. Like you and Ron do. Just trust me."
"You know something major...I can tell," Ginny weaseled.
"No way," Mione started. "I value my brother way too much to get sucked into this."
"Hermione...do you understand I think he loves our connection but not me. That he doesn't really want me. Like maybe its more he doesn't want to share me with anyone else... divert my attention from him...so we're..."
Hermione interrupted glaring at the youngest Weasley, "I am telling you this only because I think your self confidence needs it." Ginny made a 'go-on' motion with her arms. "After all of your dates and I mean all your dates, Harry has to take a cold shower...or a hot one depending on if there is privacy or not... He's into you."
"I don't...Wait...What?" Ginny asked.
Mione shook her head, "He remembers the horror you felt when Theo's hard on was pressed against you. He remembers how much it frightened you to think that he wanted you... Harry doesn't want that. He keeps his distance and he cool because he wants you to feel loved. But what that doesn't change the fact when you say goodnight he doesn't lock himself in the wash to relieve some tension."
"Every time we..." Gin questioned. Hermione nodded. "Every time?"
"Every time," the brown haired witch confirmed.
Ginny had slumped on the bed, "He's just so proper!"
Hermione sat beside her. "Try this... I think it might work on the white knight." She leaned over and told Ginny what to do.
Ginny bit her lip, "I'll give it a shot."
...........
So here Ginevra Weasley lay on her back in the early evening glow of the sun fading back, with an incredibly hot boyfriend doing his damnest to not lie on top of her the way he so desired. Ginny had decided to try Hermione's suggestion to see what would happen.
She ran her tongue over the seam of Harry's lips, which caused him to automatically open his mouth and pull her to him. Ginny smiled slightly before running her tongue over his. Harry was still apart from her on his side. She then took her tongue and ran it over the back of his teeth tickling the roof of his mouth a bit.
Harry had been a good boy. He had done the romantic things reassured Ginny in anyway her could...and now she was torturing him for it. When she ran her tongue over his teeth again and he gave up the fight. He turned her back so she was laying flat on the ground and he was over top of her...one of his knees between hers. His tongue repeatedly plunged into Ginny's mouth...practically mating. Harry's hands were in her hair and caressing her flank...all of which she was enjoying immensely.
Unknowingly Harry's hand strayed to close to the buckle of Ginny's jeans. That sensation coupled with feeling Harry hard against her hip Ginny suddenly pushed him off hard. "Ginny?" he panted looking at her as she stared down.
She felt so stupid. He had been holding himself in check so long...trying to make sure nothing would scare her only for her to push him to the point he wasn't paying attention... He was just acting...like she thought she wanted.
Harry sat silently afraid to reach for Ginny...afraid of making things worse...afraid because he wasn't actually sure what he had done wrong...afraid of what was going to happen next. "Ginny?" he whispered.
She turned further from him...so he wouldn't see the tears. It was her fault. She didn't want him to feel guilty about it.
Harry however was not blind to her plight. "Ginny please...talk to me... I want to hold you so badly but I'm afraid of scaring you more," he begged.
She turned to him, "I'm sorry...I'm so stupid. I thought it would be no big deal. I thought..." She started to cry openly.
"Ginny, you are not stupid. And I am the one that's sorry. I knew better and let myself get caught up..." he whispered again sitting next to her. "Do you want me to go? Tell me what you want and I'll do it."
"Don't leave me..." she whimpered and lay her head on his shoulder. "I'll be better. It would happen again. Just don't leave me."
Harry clinched his eyes shut and wrapped his arms around her middle. She wasn't actually hearing what he was saying. "Sweetness, I will never leave you. I just wanted to know if you wanted some space...that's all. I'm the one that scared you...I'm the one that screwed up...not you."
Ginny shook her head, "You didn't screw up... It was just... for one moment you weren't you anymore and I wasn't on the best date I have ever had. For one moment I had to protect myself... and that is what scared me... I didn't know that would happen. I couldn't imagine it happening. Since I have started dating you I haven't had one of my really horrible nightmares that haunts me after I wake, Harry. Not one." She leaned back and looked into his face. "They told me afterwards that I would have nightmares, irrational thoughts and fears, and flashbacks. I just...I didn't know what that would mean...not really."
She swallowed shallowly. "I'm not mad at you or scared of you Harry. I'm not. I just got overwhelmed. Please don't let this stop us from..." she bit her lip and looked away before continuing, "expressing..." She looked back at him, "...our affection this way."
Harry stroked Ginny's face lightly with a couple of his fingertips. "Lets stay away from me laying on top of you for a while yet...or pressing you up against the wall or something." She nodded. "Now I'm not opposed to having you lay on top of me or back me against a wall," he said playfully as he toyed with her fingers.
"How do you feel about being kidnapped into broomstick cupboards?" she asked.
"What with you Weasley's and broomstick cupboards?" Harry asked.
"Ron bragging?" Ginny questioned.
"Hermione bragging," he countered.
Harry drew Ginny up to her feet and they began to dance again to the music still playing in the background. "Thank you for today," Ginny whispered, "...including your understanding right now."
Harry smiled sweetly, "You are the most precious thing in my life Ginevra Weasley. I would do this and much more."
"Good to know."
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A/N: This is it guys. Next chapter is the end. I have written part of a sequel already, however it is a bit too racy at parts for this revenue. If a sequel does come out I will probably post it at (Harry / Ginny web-page). Then again the same rules will apply – I won't post until the series is finished so with my move across country it maybe a month or two.
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