Chapter 4: Tom

Ginny was so upset about what had happened with her parents only hours earlier. She sat in her darkened room, staring at the wall. She felt so weak and tortured. There was only one thing she could think of doing. She took a seat at her desk and pulled out a piece of parchment and a quill. The quill scribbled rapidly against the paper. Then, quietly, Ginny opened up her owl's cage and let out the night hunter. She held out the letter to him, which he grasped in his talons tightly.

"Fly," she whispered hurriedly. "Fly to Harry."

In the blink of an eye, the owl was out the open window, it's wings flapping ravenously. Ginny looked out into the night, praying that the letter would reach Harry soon.

The next day, all day long, Ginny stayed in her room. She dare not show her face around her parents. She cuddled Damien and magicked him more milk when his bottles ran out. She had just got him to sleep when her owl showed up at her bedroom window. She excitedly threw open the glass so that the bird could enter. Ginny looked around for a reply back from Harry, but found none. Immediately her emotions dropped.

Ginny walked slowly to her window to close it, but just as she was getting ready to, a face appeared in front of her. She let out a startled shriek and fell backward into the room. A smile formed on her lips, though, as she stared up from the floor at the man sitting on her window ledge.

"Oh, Harry!"

Before he could reply, Damien burst out crying. He had woken up from his nap. Ginny quickly got to her feet and comforted her son. Harry, unsure, stepped farther into the room, closing the window behind him.

"Wow. He's gotten big since last I saw him," Harry said quietly.

Ginny nodded. "Yes. His sixth birthday was the other day." Then the flood of death swarmed her memory bank. Her face fell. "Harry, I believe there is something you must know."

"Yeah?"

"Hermione. She's, well, dead."

"What?"

"She killed herself at Damien's party. It was so unexpected, and no one knows why she would do such a thing." Ginny whimpered slightly and bit her lower lip.

Harry rushed to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "It is horrible that something like that happened. Hermione was a good friend to us all. Are you ok, though?"

She looked up into his blue eyes. Tears were forming in her brown ones. "Yes. Now that you're here." She smiled and he smiled back. Then they leaned in closer to eachother until their lips met and they kissed.


"So, how has Quidditch been going?" Ginny asked. They were sitting on her bed shroud in darkness. They had been talking the whole day, and Damien had finally gone back to sleep.

"Well I've gone pro, as you know. It takes up much time, but when I got your letter I had to come right away. Fortunately it was practice so I was able to just fly here straightaway." It was true. He was in his uniform and his broom was leaning against the wall.

"But won't you be yelled at once you get back? I mean you just left so abruptly."

"I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. Have things cleared up with your parents?"

Ginny lowered her head and looked at her hands resting in her lap. She sniffed, fresh tears coming on. "No. They hate me and they hate Damien. My brothers feel the same way. I could see it in their eyes." She sighed, a tear rolling down her pale cheek. "I feel so alone."

Harry scooted in closer and wrapped his arm around her shoulders. "But you're not alone," he whispered. "I'm right here and always will be." He smiled slightly. Ginny looked up and smiled at him. Harry wiped away a tear running down her cheek, but instead of removing his hand right away, he let it linger on her soft skin for a while.

They sat staring deep into eachother's eyes until Harry couldn't take it anymore. He leaned in and kissed her hard on the lips. He got the reaction he was looking for: she kissed him just as fiercely back. Her fingers found their way into his hair to entwine in the black locks. Harry's hands rubbed the small of her back.

When they came up for air, they began to remove their articles of clothing. First Harry pulled Ginny's top over her head. Then she helped to unbutton his shirt. She looked down at the muscles he had adopted from the vigorous training and work on the Quidditch team. He looked down at her pale, exposed breasts.

Harry lay Ginny on her back on the comfortable bed. He covered her nipple with his mouth and explored the surface of it with his tongue. Then he looked up and slowly scooted toward the end of the bed, where he slid off the skirt she had been wearing. Her white panties stood out in the black room, but he quickly took care of that.

Harry removed her panties to expose the red fluff of pubic hair that had been hiding beneath the fabric. This wasn't the first time he'd seen it. He lay back on top of Ginny and kissed her. She stretched out beneath him, all too ready. So Harry unbuckled his pants and slid them down, along with his underwear, to his ankles; then he kicked them off to the side.

Harry's hand traveled down to Ginny's thighs and separated them. As he thrust inside her, Ginny let out a gasp. She wrapped her bare legs around him and invited him in. Their naked bodies, entangled in one another, moved to the same motion. It was slow at first, but got faster and harder. Ginny moaned with each penetration. Her eyes opened wide as she peaked.

Quick whispers. Sensations of pleasure. The cold. The dark. She was sandwiched between the hard floor and his naked, warm, fit body. She had never felt this before. It was so beautiful, so good. She didn't want it to end. She wrapped her legs around him, moving against him. She moaned, the beads of sweat rolling down her face.

He grabbed her breast, which caused a ripple of shock and pleasure throughout her entire body. Then she slowly felt him lower his face to the same breast. She knew what was coming but could not stop the gentle moan that came with the sharp pain inflicted upon her nipple. The pain just made the pleasure stronger.

She held his head in place over her breast, wanting more pain, more pleasure. His fingers caressed her hips, rolling them into his pelvis, rocking them with his own motion. Her hands explored the muscles on his back and his spine. She let her finger trace down the spinal cord until she came to his ass. She grabbed it tightly and pushed him onto her more.

She had been stifling any noise, biting back things and noises she wanted to scream. She didn't know how much more she could hold back, though. It was getting harder and harder. As he the last thrust penetrated her, she couldn't help but release what had been welling up inside of her vocal chords this whole time.

"TOM!" Ginny moaned loudly. It was over. The sweet sex was over.

Harry collapsed onto the bed next to her. Both of their breathing was ragged, and both of their bodies were drenched in sweat. After a few minutes of silence, Harry sat up and stared at her.

"Tom?" he asked. He looked upset, hurt, and very curious, concerned, and confused.

Ginny stared horrified into Harry's blue, penetrating eyes, unable to produce a sound from her throat.