A/N: At long last the great Jayden has returned to the pen. A little
writer's block and family issues have kept me away, but now I'm doing two
stories at once, so bear with me if it takes a while to update sometimes.
This is for my mom, and my older sister Sabrina. They taught me how to deal
with women on a mental level. Not many guys can do that!
Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti
Chapter Six Senseless
All Harry could do was stare at this beautiful red-haired girl shaking in front of him. He had almost attacked her, with the sword. All the training he had done had not prepared him for this, compared to real life those simulations were a cake-walk. He learned quickly to shunt his emotions when he was going up against training dummies, but in the real world, with real people he couldn't do it. The sword knew that, it fed off of that. His fear, his anxiety, even his hate. It was all being drawn into the sword, and unless he could find a way to stop that he would end up like the ancient priest, going mad and killing people. Ginny was talking to him, but he couldn't hear her, all he could do was look at her. "Harry? Harry? Are you okay?" Ginny asked, waveing a hand in front of his face. Harry took her by the wrist and she squeaked. "Harry, what's going on?" She asked, looking up into those deep green eyes that looked black in the darkness. "Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." She looked down at his hand, it was still on her wrist. She felt the heat rise in her face. 'No, damn it, not now. You're over him, remember?' she thought to herself angrily, then she recalled Hermione's words earlier. 'Tell him, you know you're not over him, you love him more now than ever. Stop kidding yourself.' "Harry..." she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, Ginny?" He replied. "Can I have my hand back?" "Oh! sorry!" he grinned sheepishly and she melted, 'God he's so cute!' she thought. She didn't realize she was leaning closer to him. Harry didn't realize that he was leaning down to her, he couldn't think, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss this girl, he wanted to do more than kiss her, he wanted to sweep her off her feet and never look back. They were inches from each other now. "Harry?" He could feel her breath on his lips, he could almost taste her. "Huh?" "What are we doing?" she asked, he voice cracking a little. "No clue." His voice was deep, his breaths were short and quick. "Me, either." Then she was on top of him, her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, she tasted like strawberrys and chocolate. He fell backwards onto the couch and gave into his feelings, kissing her passionately, his hands moved to her waist and then up to her back. He could smell her hair, it was clean and soft, one hand trailed up over her shoulders to tangle itself in the flame red locks, he had no clue what he was doing. But he liked it.
The next day Harry was lying on his cot in Ron's room, listening to the muggle CD player he and Hermione had enchanted at school last year with an everlast charm on the batteries, and thinking about Ginny. There was no denying it now. He loved her, plain and simple. He had woken up at the break of dawn with her curled up against him on the couch in the living room, he loved the feeling of having her there when he woke up, he watched her sleep, watched as her breath stirred a hair that had fallen across her face. Then he had to wake her up, before anyone came downstairs and found them. He kissed her gently and could feel her surprise at the intrusion, then he felt her body relax against his as she leaned into the kiss. It had felt so good, he didn't want to let her go, but she broke off. "Good morning to you, too, Mr. Potter." she said breathlessly. He grinned and she kissed him one more time before rushing upstairs. Now he was sitting in Ron's faded orange room listening to some American band Hermione recommended called Matchbox Twenty. Ron came into the room and plopped down on his bed. Harry pulled off the headphones and looked over at his friend. "What's up with you, then?" he asked. Ron sighed and closed his eyes. "Oi! Ron!" Harry threw his pillow at him. Ron looked over at him and grinned. "I'm in love, mate." he stated. "Oh yeah? With who?" Harry already knew the answer. "Hemione." Ron said wistfully. "God, she's bloody brilliant, mate. The way she walks, and her hair, and those lips!" "Oi, I just ate!" Ron threw the pillow back at him. "So does Hermione know this yet?" Harry asked. "Where have you been mate? I just got back from snogging her senseless!" Ron grinned.
A/N Well thats all for now, really short, but I needed to update. Man! it's a hard job to write a full story. But I love the challenge. Read and reveiw if you like it. If you don't send complaints to Eatmegotohell.com :) Love youse guys. Later. Jay
Harry Potter and the Sword of Kuan Ti
Chapter Six Senseless
All Harry could do was stare at this beautiful red-haired girl shaking in front of him. He had almost attacked her, with the sword. All the training he had done had not prepared him for this, compared to real life those simulations were a cake-walk. He learned quickly to shunt his emotions when he was going up against training dummies, but in the real world, with real people he couldn't do it. The sword knew that, it fed off of that. His fear, his anxiety, even his hate. It was all being drawn into the sword, and unless he could find a way to stop that he would end up like the ancient priest, going mad and killing people. Ginny was talking to him, but he couldn't hear her, all he could do was look at her. "Harry? Harry? Are you okay?" Ginny asked, waveing a hand in front of his face. Harry took her by the wrist and she squeaked. "Harry, what's going on?" She asked, looking up into those deep green eyes that looked black in the darkness. "Ginny, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to scare you." She looked down at his hand, it was still on her wrist. She felt the heat rise in her face. 'No, damn it, not now. You're over him, remember?' she thought to herself angrily, then she recalled Hermione's words earlier. 'Tell him, you know you're not over him, you love him more now than ever. Stop kidding yourself.' "Harry..." she said, her voice barely a whisper. "Yeah, Ginny?" He replied. "Can I have my hand back?" "Oh! sorry!" he grinned sheepishly and she melted, 'God he's so cute!' she thought. She didn't realize she was leaning closer to him. Harry didn't realize that he was leaning down to her, he couldn't think, all he knew was that he wanted to kiss this girl, he wanted to do more than kiss her, he wanted to sweep her off her feet and never look back. They were inches from each other now. "Harry?" He could feel her breath on his lips, he could almost taste her. "Huh?" "What are we doing?" she asked, he voice cracking a little. "No clue." His voice was deep, his breaths were short and quick. "Me, either." Then she was on top of him, her arms were around his neck and her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, she tasted like strawberrys and chocolate. He fell backwards onto the couch and gave into his feelings, kissing her passionately, his hands moved to her waist and then up to her back. He could smell her hair, it was clean and soft, one hand trailed up over her shoulders to tangle itself in the flame red locks, he had no clue what he was doing. But he liked it.
The next day Harry was lying on his cot in Ron's room, listening to the muggle CD player he and Hermione had enchanted at school last year with an everlast charm on the batteries, and thinking about Ginny. There was no denying it now. He loved her, plain and simple. He had woken up at the break of dawn with her curled up against him on the couch in the living room, he loved the feeling of having her there when he woke up, he watched her sleep, watched as her breath stirred a hair that had fallen across her face. Then he had to wake her up, before anyone came downstairs and found them. He kissed her gently and could feel her surprise at the intrusion, then he felt her body relax against his as she leaned into the kiss. It had felt so good, he didn't want to let her go, but she broke off. "Good morning to you, too, Mr. Potter." she said breathlessly. He grinned and she kissed him one more time before rushing upstairs. Now he was sitting in Ron's faded orange room listening to some American band Hermione recommended called Matchbox Twenty. Ron came into the room and plopped down on his bed. Harry pulled off the headphones and looked over at his friend. "What's up with you, then?" he asked. Ron sighed and closed his eyes. "Oi! Ron!" Harry threw his pillow at him. Ron looked over at him and grinned. "I'm in love, mate." he stated. "Oh yeah? With who?" Harry already knew the answer. "Hemione." Ron said wistfully. "God, she's bloody brilliant, mate. The way she walks, and her hair, and those lips!" "Oi, I just ate!" Ron threw the pillow back at him. "So does Hermione know this yet?" Harry asked. "Where have you been mate? I just got back from snogging her senseless!" Ron grinned.
A/N Well thats all for now, really short, but I needed to update. Man! it's a hard job to write a full story. But I love the challenge. Read and reveiw if you like it. If you don't send complaints to Eatmegotohell.com :) Love youse guys. Later. Jay