Harry watched as Ginny stormed from the Great Hall. He frowned to himself.
What was up with her? What in God's name had he done to deserve that look??
She looked like she was ready to kill someone. Sure, he may have glanced at
her once or twice, but that was simply a normal male reaction to a
beautiful woman. She HAD looked completely beautiful, and Harry knew he had
not been the only one staring at her. Draco Malfoy had been full on
checking her out, which had somehow made Harry want to walk over and punch
that appreciative smirk off his face.
Cho frowned up at him. "Harry? What's wrong?" She asked worriedly. Harry glanced down at her. He was quite surprised to notice that she was really very plain in comparison to the lovely flame-haired Ginny. "Harry?" Cho asked again. Harry started from his thoughts.
"What? No, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?" He asked. Had Cho noticed him perving on Ginny? Cho narrowed her eyes.
"Well, maybe because you stopped dancing and kissing me to watch Ginny Weasley stomp out of the Great Hall. And, quite frankly, I want to know 'why' when my boyfriend checks out another girl." Cho had let go of Harry's shoulders now and stood away from him with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. Harry had to think of something quick to cover up for himself.
"Checking her out?! As if I was," He argued half-heartedly. "But, uh, I want to go talk to her anyway. There's something that needs clearing up and, well...Cho!" Harry gave an exasperated sigh seeing the look on Cho's face,"Don't look at me like that! I just need to talk to her."
"Talk to her, my ass." Cho replied bitingly.
"Cho, YOU'RE my girl, ok? I wouldn't cheat on you." Harry squeezed her hand and left the Great Hall, leaving Cho standing in the middle of the dancefloor alone.
Harry caught up with Ginny as she was storming into the Common Room. She slammed the portrait door shut in Harry's face, and almost taking Harry out with it. Annoyed now, he yelled the password to the Fat Lady and crashed into the Common Room.
"What the hell was all that about?" He demanded. Ginny stopped walking and Harry saw her muscles tense beneath the pure white fabric of her dress. She turned to face him, an angry, maybe even hurt look on her face.
"What do you care?" She shot back at him. Harry narrowed his eyes at her.
"I care a damned lot thankyou very much. When someone gives me the death glare, I would like to know why!" Harry argued.
"Go back to Cho, Harry." She told him firmly. Harry planted his feet on the carpet in front of her in defiance.
"I'm not going anywhere until I get this out of you." He folded his arms stubbornly. "Tell me, Ginny." She glared at him.
"Why shouldn't I give you the "death glare" as you put it?? Talk about playing with emotions. Where do you get off, Potter?" Ginny yelled at him.
"'Playing with emotions?' Bulltshit I was playing with emotions! Why would I do that when I have Cho?" Harry cried.
"You tell me!" Ginny cried back. "But I don't appreciate being toyed with, thankyou very much. You just kissed me a week ago, and now you're acting as if nothing ever happened. And then you go pashing your girfriend straight in front of me!" She snapped.
"Hey, come off it, Gin!" Harry cried back. "Cho IS my girlfriend. I think I have a right to kiss her!" He defended. Ginny rolled her eyes. The common room was completely empty. Everyone else was at the Ball.
"Harry, that's pathetic. You know full well that you were kissing her right in front of me on purpose. Trying to make me jealous, are you? Well, what I want to know is why? Why do you care to play games with me? You told me yourself that I meant nothing to you."
"Oh hang on a minute!" Harry cried. But to himself, he thought that maybe he had been a bit of a shit. He knew he hadn't been fair to Ginny, but right now he was too worked up to care. "I haven't been playing with anybody." He told her stubbornly. Ginny stared at him, eyes wide in amazement at what he'd just said. Then she laughed a short, humourless laugh and shook her head in disbelief, turning her back on him to walk to the Girls' dorm stairs.
"I don't believe you, Harry Potter. I really don't. Who the hell do you think you are?" She snarled, turning at the start of the stairs. "I don't know why I ever bothered with you! I might as well go and find Draco. I noticed you weren't the only one looking my way this evening." Ginny raised her eyesbrows challengingly, waiting for his reaction.
"Malfoy!?" Harry almost shrieked at her. Ginny smirked in satisfaction, glad she had gotten a jealous reaction from him. "How could you even say that! God, and to think that I never knew that there was such a bitchy, skanky little Ginny behind all that fake sweetness!" He charged up to her, yelling his head off.
Ginny stumbled a bit on the stairs and turned to face him, her face livid with rage. "Get stuffed, you bastard!" She screamed at him, hurt mingled with rage. "Yeah well, I can't believe that before this night, I never saw that there was such a cruel, selfish, heartless prick hidden beneath all that famous, brave, Harry Potter charm!" She hurled at him.
Harry almost reeled from that one as if she'd physically hit him. He recovered, hurt as well, yelling "God, I don't believe you! You're just a jealous little cow because Cho has me and you don't!" He cried, trying to get a bit of his pride back.
Ginny stared at him incredulously, then rolled her eyes and stormed up the rest of the steps. "Right you are, Harry! EVERYONE wants you, because you're so totally the hottest, sexiest wizard ever!" She snarled sarcastically. "Ha! Yeah right. You're just pissed because you've finally realised what a jewel you've missed out on because you've been such a blind, heartless dickhead!" Ginny cried at the top of her lungs, then spun around through her dormitory door and slammed it in Harry's shocked face.
Growling in dangerous, fiery rage, Harry bashed open the door to Ginny's dorm.
Ginny winced as the door crashed open behind her. She steeled herself for another rally of insult-trading and whirled to face him, when she was suddenly snatched up into his arms, his hot mouth seeking hers in a ravishing kiss that held all the passion, love and rage they felt for each other.
There was nothing Ginny could do. Even if Harry had had some reasoning left in him, she wouldn't have stopped him. She wanted this as much as he did. She hadn't meant most of the things she had said to him, and she certainly DID still love him. Ginny knew full well that she wouldn't have stopped his fierce kisses and carresses even if Ron had walked in on them right then and there. She just prayed he wouldn't stop.
Before she knew what was happening, Harry had picked her up in his arms and carried her to her bed. How he knew which one was hers, Ginny didn't know. Harry laid her down on it gently and took her mouth with his again. His fingers fumbled with the clasps on the back of her dress and his mouth traced fiery kisses down her throat.
Harry was in a whirlwind of emotions. Love, lust, rage and passion were swirling inside him, putting a stop to all rational thought. Cho barely came to his mind at all. Quite simply, he didn't care about her right now, and he knew he had never felt this way with her. Not ever, and they had kissed hundreds of times. He knew he loved Ginny. Quite likely, he always had. But it had taken Ginny's angry, hurt abuse for him to finally realise it. Now, he wanted her completely, and he knew she wanted him.
Ginny reached up and threaded her fingers through his rakish hair. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his hands slide down her now bare back. Reaching up, Ginny tugged off Harry's knights' chain mail and the soft leather under-tunic. She slid her fingers down his bare, slightly tanned and muscled chest and she heard Harry gasp in pleasure, before he pushed her back onto the bed beneath him. All Harry wore now was a pair of VERY tight suede breaches and his Pegasus boots. His fingers made quick work of the rest of her dress, and before she knew it, her white costume was on the stone floor.
Harry tugged his boots off and gazed down at Ginny with feverish, glazed eyes. She wore only a white bra and underpants now. He leaned down, brushing his lips along her jawline and down her throat to the valley between her breasts. She arched her back with pleasure, and Harry took that opportunity to unclasp her bra. He felt her stiffen beneath him and he looked down to see her eyes wide with fear. She wriggled against him, trying to get free of him, unintentionally moving against Harry's already hardened crotch. He groaned and leaned down, capturing her mouth again with his in a fiery kiss. Ginny gave a small distressed murmer of protest when he flung her bra to the floor, but she soon forgot that as his lips trailed down her collar bone and then lower. Desire engulfed her as his lips rained hot kisses on her breasts and before she knew it, her underpants had joined her bra on the floor.
Harry shrugged himself out of his suddenly painfully tight breaches and underpants. They were both now completely naked in each others arms, Harry's lips on fire as they scorched Ginny's mouth, throat, breasts. Somehow, although he had never had sex before, Harry knew instinctively what to do. Gently, he pried Ginny's legs apart and moved between them, hovering just above her, kissing the side of her neck.
Ginny's eyes opened wide in fear as she felt Harry between her legs. No words were needed, however, as he smiled reassuring at her and kissed her passionately. Slowly, he pushed himself inside her. She stiffened at the strange invasion, but he kept moving until he found her blockage. His lips lowered on hers again as he mercifully plunged into her. She cried out against his mouth as the pain wracked her body, but as soon as it had come, it was gone, and excitement replaced the agony. Her hips began to move rhythmically with his, and she arched up to meet each of his thrusts.
Quickly, their passions built. Frenziedly, Ginny moved herself up against him into his lap, so they were sitting breast to breast, and dug her fingernails into his strong shoulders. She felt Harry tense beneath her and heard each of his moans and felt his panting gasps on her cheek, matching her own. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she groaned, her mind reeling in ecstasy.
Harry moaned and ran his lips over hers, down her throat and breasts. His breathing came in short pants as their love-making got more and more out of control. He held tight to her waist and moved within her, crying out in agonised rapture. Ginny gripped his shoulders, her eyes tight shut, her breathing laboured. Then suddenly, it hit them. A tidal wave of ecstasy took them both and they cried out, holding tight to one another, their bodies slick with sweat. They went over the edge into paradise together, their lips and bodies sealed in rapture.
Then it was over. They lay afterwards on Ginny's bed, panting and gasping for breath in each others arms. Ginny began to doze quietly on Harry's shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head in loving possession of her. She snuggled closer and whispered softly to him.
"I love you, Harry."
He knew it was true, and, because it was also true, he confessed back to her.
"And I love you, Ginny. You and No Other"
Cho frowned up at him. "Harry? What's wrong?" She asked worriedly. Harry glanced down at her. He was quite surprised to notice that she was really very plain in comparison to the lovely flame-haired Ginny. "Harry?" Cho asked again. Harry started from his thoughts.
"What? No, nothing's wrong. Why do you ask?" He asked. Had Cho noticed him perving on Ginny? Cho narrowed her eyes.
"Well, maybe because you stopped dancing and kissing me to watch Ginny Weasley stomp out of the Great Hall. And, quite frankly, I want to know 'why' when my boyfriend checks out another girl." Cho had let go of Harry's shoulders now and stood away from him with her hands on her hips and an angry look on her face. Harry had to think of something quick to cover up for himself.
"Checking her out?! As if I was," He argued half-heartedly. "But, uh, I want to go talk to her anyway. There's something that needs clearing up and, well...Cho!" Harry gave an exasperated sigh seeing the look on Cho's face,"Don't look at me like that! I just need to talk to her."
"Talk to her, my ass." Cho replied bitingly.
"Cho, YOU'RE my girl, ok? I wouldn't cheat on you." Harry squeezed her hand and left the Great Hall, leaving Cho standing in the middle of the dancefloor alone.
Harry caught up with Ginny as she was storming into the Common Room. She slammed the portrait door shut in Harry's face, and almost taking Harry out with it. Annoyed now, he yelled the password to the Fat Lady and crashed into the Common Room.
"What the hell was all that about?" He demanded. Ginny stopped walking and Harry saw her muscles tense beneath the pure white fabric of her dress. She turned to face him, an angry, maybe even hurt look on her face.
"What do you care?" She shot back at him. Harry narrowed his eyes at her.
"I care a damned lot thankyou very much. When someone gives me the death glare, I would like to know why!" Harry argued.
"Go back to Cho, Harry." She told him firmly. Harry planted his feet on the carpet in front of her in defiance.
"I'm not going anywhere until I get this out of you." He folded his arms stubbornly. "Tell me, Ginny." She glared at him.
"Why shouldn't I give you the "death glare" as you put it?? Talk about playing with emotions. Where do you get off, Potter?" Ginny yelled at him.
"'Playing with emotions?' Bulltshit I was playing with emotions! Why would I do that when I have Cho?" Harry cried.
"You tell me!" Ginny cried back. "But I don't appreciate being toyed with, thankyou very much. You just kissed me a week ago, and now you're acting as if nothing ever happened. And then you go pashing your girfriend straight in front of me!" She snapped.
"Hey, come off it, Gin!" Harry cried back. "Cho IS my girlfriend. I think I have a right to kiss her!" He defended. Ginny rolled her eyes. The common room was completely empty. Everyone else was at the Ball.
"Harry, that's pathetic. You know full well that you were kissing her right in front of me on purpose. Trying to make me jealous, are you? Well, what I want to know is why? Why do you care to play games with me? You told me yourself that I meant nothing to you."
"Oh hang on a minute!" Harry cried. But to himself, he thought that maybe he had been a bit of a shit. He knew he hadn't been fair to Ginny, but right now he was too worked up to care. "I haven't been playing with anybody." He told her stubbornly. Ginny stared at him, eyes wide in amazement at what he'd just said. Then she laughed a short, humourless laugh and shook her head in disbelief, turning her back on him to walk to the Girls' dorm stairs.
"I don't believe you, Harry Potter. I really don't. Who the hell do you think you are?" She snarled, turning at the start of the stairs. "I don't know why I ever bothered with you! I might as well go and find Draco. I noticed you weren't the only one looking my way this evening." Ginny raised her eyesbrows challengingly, waiting for his reaction.
"Malfoy!?" Harry almost shrieked at her. Ginny smirked in satisfaction, glad she had gotten a jealous reaction from him. "How could you even say that! God, and to think that I never knew that there was such a bitchy, skanky little Ginny behind all that fake sweetness!" He charged up to her, yelling his head off.
Ginny stumbled a bit on the stairs and turned to face him, her face livid with rage. "Get stuffed, you bastard!" She screamed at him, hurt mingled with rage. "Yeah well, I can't believe that before this night, I never saw that there was such a cruel, selfish, heartless prick hidden beneath all that famous, brave, Harry Potter charm!" She hurled at him.
Harry almost reeled from that one as if she'd physically hit him. He recovered, hurt as well, yelling "God, I don't believe you! You're just a jealous little cow because Cho has me and you don't!" He cried, trying to get a bit of his pride back.
Ginny stared at him incredulously, then rolled her eyes and stormed up the rest of the steps. "Right you are, Harry! EVERYONE wants you, because you're so totally the hottest, sexiest wizard ever!" She snarled sarcastically. "Ha! Yeah right. You're just pissed because you've finally realised what a jewel you've missed out on because you've been such a blind, heartless dickhead!" Ginny cried at the top of her lungs, then spun around through her dormitory door and slammed it in Harry's shocked face.
Growling in dangerous, fiery rage, Harry bashed open the door to Ginny's dorm.
Ginny winced as the door crashed open behind her. She steeled herself for another rally of insult-trading and whirled to face him, when she was suddenly snatched up into his arms, his hot mouth seeking hers in a ravishing kiss that held all the passion, love and rage they felt for each other.
There was nothing Ginny could do. Even if Harry had had some reasoning left in him, she wouldn't have stopped him. She wanted this as much as he did. She hadn't meant most of the things she had said to him, and she certainly DID still love him. Ginny knew full well that she wouldn't have stopped his fierce kisses and carresses even if Ron had walked in on them right then and there. She just prayed he wouldn't stop.
Before she knew what was happening, Harry had picked her up in his arms and carried her to her bed. How he knew which one was hers, Ginny didn't know. Harry laid her down on it gently and took her mouth with his again. His fingers fumbled with the clasps on the back of her dress and his mouth traced fiery kisses down her throat.
Harry was in a whirlwind of emotions. Love, lust, rage and passion were swirling inside him, putting a stop to all rational thought. Cho barely came to his mind at all. Quite simply, he didn't care about her right now, and he knew he had never felt this way with her. Not ever, and they had kissed hundreds of times. He knew he loved Ginny. Quite likely, he always had. But it had taken Ginny's angry, hurt abuse for him to finally realise it. Now, he wanted her completely, and he knew she wanted him.
Ginny reached up and threaded her fingers through his rakish hair. She sighed with pleasure as she felt his hands slide down her now bare back. Reaching up, Ginny tugged off Harry's knights' chain mail and the soft leather under-tunic. She slid her fingers down his bare, slightly tanned and muscled chest and she heard Harry gasp in pleasure, before he pushed her back onto the bed beneath him. All Harry wore now was a pair of VERY tight suede breaches and his Pegasus boots. His fingers made quick work of the rest of her dress, and before she knew it, her white costume was on the stone floor.
Harry tugged his boots off and gazed down at Ginny with feverish, glazed eyes. She wore only a white bra and underpants now. He leaned down, brushing his lips along her jawline and down her throat to the valley between her breasts. She arched her back with pleasure, and Harry took that opportunity to unclasp her bra. He felt her stiffen beneath him and he looked down to see her eyes wide with fear. She wriggled against him, trying to get free of him, unintentionally moving against Harry's already hardened crotch. He groaned and leaned down, capturing her mouth again with his in a fiery kiss. Ginny gave a small distressed murmer of protest when he flung her bra to the floor, but she soon forgot that as his lips trailed down her collar bone and then lower. Desire engulfed her as his lips rained hot kisses on her breasts and before she knew it, her underpants had joined her bra on the floor.
Harry shrugged himself out of his suddenly painfully tight breaches and underpants. They were both now completely naked in each others arms, Harry's lips on fire as they scorched Ginny's mouth, throat, breasts. Somehow, although he had never had sex before, Harry knew instinctively what to do. Gently, he pried Ginny's legs apart and moved between them, hovering just above her, kissing the side of her neck.
Ginny's eyes opened wide in fear as she felt Harry between her legs. No words were needed, however, as he smiled reassuring at her and kissed her passionately. Slowly, he pushed himself inside her. She stiffened at the strange invasion, but he kept moving until he found her blockage. His lips lowered on hers again as he mercifully plunged into her. She cried out against his mouth as the pain wracked her body, but as soon as it had come, it was gone, and excitement replaced the agony. Her hips began to move rhythmically with his, and she arched up to meet each of his thrusts.
Quickly, their passions built. Frenziedly, Ginny moved herself up against him into his lap, so they were sitting breast to breast, and dug her fingernails into his strong shoulders. She felt Harry tense beneath her and heard each of his moans and felt his panting gasps on her cheek, matching her own. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over her and she groaned, her mind reeling in ecstasy.
Harry moaned and ran his lips over hers, down her throat and breasts. His breathing came in short pants as their love-making got more and more out of control. He held tight to her waist and moved within her, crying out in agonised rapture. Ginny gripped his shoulders, her eyes tight shut, her breathing laboured. Then suddenly, it hit them. A tidal wave of ecstasy took them both and they cried out, holding tight to one another, their bodies slick with sweat. They went over the edge into paradise together, their lips and bodies sealed in rapture.
Then it was over. They lay afterwards on Ginny's bed, panting and gasping for breath in each others arms. Ginny began to doze quietly on Harry's shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head in loving possession of her. She snuggled closer and whispered softly to him.
"I love you, Harry."
He knew it was true, and, because it was also true, he confessed back to her.
"And I love you, Ginny. You and No Other"