Secret Desires

Chapter 2

Harry walked back up the stairs to his hidden apartment. He knew the day had been waning and that he had to obey Dumbledore's orders if he wanted to enjoy Diagon Alley and his new apartment.

He pulled the box from his pocket and lifted the key from it.

"Number four, Privot Drive, the smallest bedroom," he said before he was pulled back into his room. He fell to the floor before standing and putting the key back into its box. He walked over to his bed and sat down in front of his blood red box. He looked into the box and noticed something wrapped in cloth that matched the interior of the box. He pulled it out and unwrapped the package slowly.

"Hi, Harry," the present said and Harry's mouth dropped open. He was looking at a book sized painting of his godfather.

He looked younger than he really was, and he still held his good looks he had before entering Azkaban Prison. The bags under his eyes were gone and he looked much happier.

"Hi," Harry said cautiously before he heard mumbling. It sounded as if it was coming from inside the frame, but his godfather was smiling. Harry titled the frame sideways and noticed that there was more than one frame. He slide the two apart to reveal his parents.

"Hello, Harry," they said with large smiles.

Harry was unable to speak; he was amazed at the paintings. He was unsure why Sirius hadn't given them to him for his birthday, or last summer.

"Get down here boy!" his uncle yelled loudly.

Harry looked at the door knowing it was time for dinner, and his stomach was grumbling loudly.

"I'll be back," he said to the paintings before setting them down carefully and walking off to dinner.

He hurried through his food and returned to the paintings as quickly as he could. He fell asleep talking to them, his room locked and his things put away.

He woke up the next morning with a vivid dream of Ginny still playing in his head. He couldn't stop himself from thinking about her and the dream. He couldn't' forget the way her body had looked in his dream, and the clothes that were barely there. He felt guilty about the desires he was feeling, she was his best friends little sister.

He wanted to talk to someone about it, but there was no one to tell. All of his friends were related to Ginny or her best friend. He couldn't tell Ron about the dream he had, and Hermione wouldn't understand. He fought his desires for days before he finally wrote her a letter.

Ginny,

Can we meet tomorrow at twelve in front of Fred and George's Joke Shop? Don't tell anyone.

Harry

He held the letter in his hands for hours before he finally sent Hedwig off with it, hoping no one would notice that Harry had sent Ginny a letter, but not Ron or Hermione. He knew it would look odd, him sending Ginny a letter, but he didn't care; he had to send it to her.

He waited up for Hedwig. He didn't want to sleep until he got a reply from Ginny. He was unsure if she still had feelings for him, hadn't she been dating Dean Thomas at the end of term? Too late for regrets now, he told himself as he began to pace his room.

"Calm down, Harry," he heard the paint of Sirius say.

He looked at the painting, "Easy for you to say," he said to it.

He watched as his mother walked out of her own painting, into Sirius' painting and then out of his. "Where's she gone?" he asked curiously.

"To speak with a friend, I suppose," his father said. "Now, Harry, you need to calm down. The girl had a crush on you, correct?" His father, though only a painting, was still trying to be a father. Harry had never talked to anyone about girls, unless you count his uncomfortable conversations about Cho with Ron and Hermione.

"Yes," he replied as he fell onto his bed. "But she got over me," he said sadly. He had been happy about it when he heard it, but now, he hated it. She was very pretty, and she had grown since he last saw her. The top of her head now reached his eyes and her body was so much more womanly. He had never seen her as a girl before, just Ginny.

"No, a crush is a crush, but it can become stronger," his father said before Hedwig soared through the window and landed on Harry's dresser. Harry jumped up and threw Hedwig a treat before taking the letter from her.

I'd love to meet you and I didn't tell anyone.

Harry wanted to scream, to jump up and down. He was happy she had agreed to meet him, happier than he had been when he had gotten his first date with Cho. She had been a girl he got nervous around; Ginny was a friend that he wanted to be so much more.

He shut his window and laid in bed with all his clothes on. He fell asleep quickly, having spend half the night waiting for Hedwig.

He woke up late the next morning, not caring that he had missed breakfast. He dressed quickly and held the key, his father's old robes, and one of Fred and George's locks in his hands an hour and a half before he was to meet Ginny. He felt the hook grab him behind his navel and he fell onto the floor. He got up quickly and began to clean the apartment, making sure to get all the dust off the furniture, making sure the dishes were clean. He made a nice lunch and pulled his father's old robes on before running down to the street to meet Ginny.

Not wanting to be seen by Fred and George, or anyone else, he grabbed Ginny from behind and sneaked her up the stairs before letting her read the scribbled words. They walked into the apartment and Ginny's eyes widened before she looked around slowly.

"And I always thought this building was only one story," she said as she examined the cozy apartment.

Harry walked behind her quietly, taking in the smell of her hair and the aura that seemed to surround her. After a minute he took her elbow gently and led her over to the table. He pulled her chair out for her before serving the meal he had made. They ate together each making small talk, but avoiding the topics they both wanted to discuss. Ginny wanted to know why Harry had wanted her to be so secretive, and Harry wanted to talk about his feelings, thinking Ginny could help him to understand the things he was feeling.

Thunder shook the apartment, making Ginny jump, and what was a gloomy day turned into pouring rain.

Harry was happy it was raining, it meant they could stay in the apartment without making him seem too eager to be alone with her; and Ginny was unsure how she felt. Seeing Harry a few days ago had made a train of emotion crash through her body. She had thought her stupid little crush, but it seemed it had just grown as she pushed it down.

She thought of Dean, who was still sending her letters. The two were still together, and she still had feelings for him, but he wasn't Harry. She couldn't escape the fact that she had started to have dreams about him, that he consumed her thoughts when she had the time to relax, that she had only agreed to help Fred and George so she could keep busy and forget about the boy.

They finished eating and Harry led Ginny over to the couch facing an extravagant fireplace. Harry sat down closer to Ginny than she had expected her would, their legs were touching and sending tingling shots through her body. She could smell the small amount of sweat that had been caused by cooking the hot lunch. He felt so warm and right.

"Harry, I," she said as she realized how she was feeling. She knew she had to leave before she did something wrong. She knew he hadn't brought her to the apartment for the reasons she had come. She wanted to run her hands through his unruly hair, to run her fingertips over his lips, to feel his lips on hers, to feel his hands on her body, but she knew his reason for being her had nothing to do with desires. He was probably planning to get something for Ron, or discuss his feelings for Hermione, or Cho, anything but kiss her. "I better go," she said after regaining her composure. She stood up and walked to the door, with Harry trailing behind.

He walked her down the steps, unable to think of the right words. He wanted to stop her, but he couldn't. He walked out into the rain with her, hidden from the people walking on the main street. Harry grabbed Ginny's hand so she couldn't walk into the street. He held her there, unsure of what to do, both of them becoming soaked.

He pulled her into him, his hands cupping her jawbones, and kissed her passionately. He felt his lips tingle as soon as they touched hers, and after taking a quick breath, he felt her mouth part, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. He felt her tongue on his before her arms wrapped around him. His hands gripped her face firmly as the kiss continued, each not wanting the other to pull away. They pulled each other closer, wanting the kiss to suffice their hunger for each other, but lightning struck again causing thunder to roll over them.

Harry pulled away, unsure of what to say or what to do. Ginny turned around and walked off, though her hands lingered on his body, not wanting to leave. He watched her walk onto the main street, the rain soaking him completely through. When he could no longer see her red hair he walked back into the apartment, and pulled his wand out. He dried his clothes and cleaned up the mess from lunch.

When he was unable to find anything to keep him busy, he fell onto the couch, his hands going slowly to his lips. As he sat their, his fingers touching his own lips, he could remember the feel of Ginny's lips on his own. The way she had gripped his sides in urgency and the way her tongue had felt in the last seconds of their kiss played in his mind before he realized he had to return to Number 4 Privot Drive.

A/N: You've taken the time to read... so please review!