Ginny awoke the next morning smiling. Harry loved her! And she loved him,
too. They had consummated their love last night in fiery passion, making it
the most incredible, special night of Ginny's life. The specialness of it,
however, lost it's shine a little as she got up out of bed and hobbled to
her gown. It hurt a little, she had to admit, just like every other girl
had said after they had lost their virginity. Her mind raced back to the
night before. After Harry had left, Ginny had gotten up from the bed to get
a glass of water, and had seen the blood on her thighs, and the stains on
the bed sheets. Grimly, Ginny had tugged the sheets off and taken them to
the Gryffindor Laundry, where she had washed them immediately. She had to
admit that it was rather embarrassing, and she felt a little awkward about
seeing Harry the next day, too. But she also felt excited. He loved her,
and she wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
Carefully, after placing her cream silk night-gown on, Ginny made her way to the Boy's Dorm. It was still very early, so the boys shouldn't be up yet. Quidditch was today, but not for another 3 or so hours. She was freezing cold by the time she got to the door of Harry's dormitory, and she couldn't wait for his warmth.
Harry lay awake, his hands behind his head, staring up at the stone ceiling with wide green eyes. He looked delighted to see Ginny, and welcomed her into his bed. She snuggled up to him, revelling in the warmth of his strong body. Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"How do you feel this morning, Gin?" He asked gently. Ginny reached up and kissed his lips softly.
"Alright, I guess. It hurts a bit to walk, but nothing unusual." Harry nodded grimly.
"I heard that the first time always hurts afterwards for girls. Did I hurt you too badly last night?" He asked worriedly. Ginny smiled and shook her head.
"Harry, you know I loved it last night. It was only the slightest bit of pain, and that was quickly replaced with-" She grinned mischeviously,"-you know."
Harry couldn't hide his huge smile, "I know. It was incredible." He closed his eyes, thinking about it, but decided that wasn't a good idea when suddenly the sheets bacame a little too warm for comfort.
"Anyway!" Harry tried to get his mind off their mind-blowing sex the night before. "Quidditch today!" He exclaimed, a little too loudly.
"Ssshh!" Ginny whispered fervently, "We'll get caught!"
"Oh, sorry." Harry mumbled.
"But yes, Quidditch is today. Are you nervous, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Nope. I've forgotten how to be nervous for Quidditch. I've done it too many times." Harry whispered.
"I'm nervous." Ginny muttered. "What if I stuff up?"
"You wont," Harry told her decidedly. "You never do." Ginny couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, Harry." She reached up and ran her finger along his jaw line, his slight stubble coarse against the tip of her forefinger. He tried to pull her close to kiss her, but she pushed away fom him.
"I have to go. Ron and the other'll be awake in a minute, and we'd get in so much trouble if I were caught here. Seeya at breakfast, gorgeous!" She leant over and kissed his lips, then turned and dashed out of the room.
****
Harry lay back in bed. Ginny. He said her name out loud to himself in the half-darkness of the room. Ginny. She was his. Finally, she was his. He knew he had wanted it that way for years, but he simply hadn't been able to admit that to himself. Until last night. Last night......
He shook himself, fiercly telling himself not to think about that, or he'd get himself worked up again. He hadn't even imagined that making love would be that incredible, though. He'd never even really wanted to do it before now, not even with Ch-
Cho!
"Holy shit," Harry groaned to himself. Cho! His girlfriend! Harry had completely forgotten about her. Being with Ginny allowed no thought for anyone else. Cho had no idea what had happened last night. He had even told her in the middle of the dancefloor that he'd never cheat on her. Never cheat on her? Harry actually laughed to himself, despite the predicament he'd gotten himself into. Never cheat on her? That was a joke! It was a bit more than just cheating! He'd gone further with Ginny in one night than he'd ever been in all his dating life with Cho. But Cho had a right to know. Harry had to tell her the truth. It was the least she deserved, after the way he'd treated her last night. After an hour of worrying, Harry had decided on what to do.
****
At 8:00, everyone arrived at the Great Hall for Breakfast. It was literally buzzing with hundreds of excited voices chatting about Today's Quidditch Match-Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Harry had been the first to arrive, having been churned up ever since Ginny left his bed that morning about what he was going to tell Cho. When she breezed in through the doorway, Harry was almost relieved.
"We have to talk." He told her shortly, and got up and left Gryffindor Table. Cho followed him, frowning. When they reached the Entrance Hall, Cho stopped walking and snapped at him.
"Harry, what is going on? You were so rude last night, when you left me to dance with Dean Thomas the whole night! It was going to be a great Ball, and you left me just after the it started! What's going on?" She cried.
"Look Cho, I'm really sorry about abandoning you like that. I just had to talk to Ginny. We had to sort something out." He finished lamely.
"Well, what was it then? You were gone for the whole night. It must have been pretty damn important for you to neglect your own girlfriend for it." Cho's voice quavered.
"Can we talk about this somewhere else, Cho? Everyone'll hear us here." Harry asked her. She glared at him.
"It's Ginny, isn't it?" She stated. Harry glanced quickly at her.
"What about her?"
"You tell me, you're the one following her around." She snapped.
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Well... she's in love with me, Cho. I had only suspected it before, but after last night, well...."
"What about last night?!" Cho almost shrieked. She was beginning to sound flustered. Harry looked at her. She looked scared, but Harry knew he couldn't keep lying. He finally dropped the act.
"Well, Cho. I can truthfully tell you I love her back." There! He'd said it!
Cho looked as if she'd been punched in the face. "You WHAT?!" She yelled. "Ginny Weasley?? Oh, I get it now!" She screeched hysterically. "You two were sleeping together last night, weren't you?! That's why you didn't come back, right!?"
"Sleeping with Ginny?" Harry asked nervously. Hell yes! "Um, no. Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Yeah right you weren't sleeping together." Cho spat. Hurt and pain, however, was quickly taking the place of her anger. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "Well, Harry. You say you love her. Where does that leave me?" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Are you breaking up with me, Harry?"
Harry felt like a bloody monster. He stared at Cho. Was this really the end for them? He knew he had loved her. But, what did he feel for her now? He couldn't make sense of anything. Then he remembered Ginny. And he knew what he had to do.
"Cho," Harry stammered, "I have loved every minute with you. I really have. But I can't keep lying to you or myself anymore. Our time is over, Cho. I'm not in love with you any more, although I know that I was once. I love Ginny, Cho. Her and No Other. I hadn't realised it before, but now I know. She means everything to me, and I don't mean to hurt you, but I have to tell you the truth."
Cho stared at him, not moving. She was breathing hard, but her eyes were dry. She shook her head. "I had suspected as much." She said faintly. "I knew there was something between you two, especially after you both got those Orbits." Cho lowered her head and breathed in deeply. She glanced back up at him, and Harry could see that her composure was cracking. Her eyes, although wide open, were glazed with tears now.
"That's it then? Just like that, all we had is gone?" Her voice wavered, but she didn't look away. Harry, although relieved to have told her the truth, felt awful. He nodded slowly.
"Yes Cho. It's over. I'm sorry" He told her gently. She breathed in a shaky breath and nodded in acceptance. A tear rolled down her face. Reaching out, Harry touched her arm, trying to lessen some of her grief. Cho pulled away from him.
"Just leave me alone, Harry," She sobbed, turning her back to him and beginning to walk up to the Ravenclaw Turrets, her back bent in defeat. Harry watched her go, feeling utterly wretched.
That was not easy, he thought to himself.
****
Harry returned to his Dorm half an hour before the Quidditch Match. He needed to change into his robes and clear his mind.
Carefully, he unpacked all his leather Quidditch gear and his robes and laid it all out on his un-made bed. He had the dorm to himself-everyone else had left earlier for the Quidditch Pitch to ensure good seats. Harry checked the gloves for damage, the shoes and the foot-coverings, the moroon seekers robes. Everything seemed to be fine.
Ginny.
Harry shook his head to clear it of the redheaded female. She was always on his mind. His beautiful Ginny. She was so all-consumming that all other thought, including Cho and her grief, were fast leaving his mind. Harry gave a frustrated growl and shook his head, ruffling his hair. He reached down to undo his pants.
Ginny.
He ignored what his mind was telling him and took off the rest of his clothing, shirt, tie, robes and all. Now all he had on was his moroon Snitch boxers. Thoughts of the previous night flooded his mind. His breathing quickened and he leant down to put his hands on the bed, bracing himself, eyes tight shut, trying to get some air circulating around his over-heated body.
Ginny.
"Holy Shit," Harry groaned, and fell backwards onto his bed, gritting his teeth as his hormones began to run wild. There was no one around, and Wand Polishing was all very well, but having a certain redheaded Ginny to Polish it for him sounded a million times better.
"Harry! What ARE you doing?"
Shit! It was Ginny! Harry flung himself on his stomache to hide his arousal and looked up at her. It didn't help his horny state to see that her Quidditch robes were undone at the throat, and her hair was loose and curly and radient.
"Nothing Gin," Harry tryed to sound casual, but his voice was husky with desire for her. "Just getting ready for Quidditch, that's all."
Ginny didn't believe one word of it. "Oh, just 'getting ready for Quidditch,' are we?" Her eyebrows lifted sardonically and her lips lifted at the corners in a sly grin. "Just getting ready for Quidditch?" She leant over and ran her lips along his jawline. Harry gasped and tried to force a rational thought into his brain.
"Uh, I broke up with Cho just before," He tried to tell her. Ginny stopped kissing him for a moment and turned to him, nodding in sympathy, but also gladness. She touched his lips with her own. It was all he needed. Cho left his mind again for about the millionth time, as he grabbed Ginny around the waist, pulling her down onto the bed and under him, and kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
"Harry," Ginny whispered softly, gasping as his hands slid under her robes. Harry silenced her with a breath-taking kiss. She shook her head, trying to fend off his fierce kisses.
"Harry!" She gasped.
"...Yeah?" Harry answered finally, hardly taking any notice as his hands ran up her thighs. Ginny leant over and grabbed his Quidditch pants which were lying next to her on his bed.
"Put these on." She instructed him, and pushed the pants at him.
"What?" Harry asked, not comprehending, and not wanting to, as he pulled her Quidditch robes down to her shoulders..
"Harry!" Ginny snapped. "You bloody idiot! It's Quidditch in a few minutes! We acn't do anything now! Get your pants on and hurry up about it!" Ginny shrugged her robes up and pushed him off her. Harry, in a state of unsatisfied arousal and confusion, stared at her.
"Quidditch?" He asked her stupidly, his mind still clouded with desire. Ginny nodded in exasperation, deftly tying up her robes and straightening her hair.
"Oh yeah, shit!" Harry yelled, finally comprehending. He grabbed his pants and stuffed them on, throwing his gloves and shoes on and making a pitiful attempt at taming his hair.
"Who are we against again?" He asked, flustered. Ginny took one look at him and burst out laughing. She grabbed the comb from him and attempted to brush his messy hair.
"Slytherin, you dummy," she giggled. Harry nodded, moving restlessly beneath Ginny's comb, anxious to start playing now.
When she had finished with his hair (it didn't look much better than when she had started), Harry turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"We'll finish what we started after we win, beautiful." he whispered seductively in her ear. She laughed and pushed gently against his chest.
"Ok, Harry. But you have to make sure we win first!" She danced out of his grasp and headed for the door. Harry chuckled and strode after her. This was a match he REALLY couldn't afford to lose.
Carefully, after placing her cream silk night-gown on, Ginny made her way to the Boy's Dorm. It was still very early, so the boys shouldn't be up yet. Quidditch was today, but not for another 3 or so hours. She was freezing cold by the time she got to the door of Harry's dormitory, and she couldn't wait for his warmth.
Harry lay awake, his hands behind his head, staring up at the stone ceiling with wide green eyes. He looked delighted to see Ginny, and welcomed her into his bed. She snuggled up to him, revelling in the warmth of his strong body. Harry wrapped his arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
"How do you feel this morning, Gin?" He asked gently. Ginny reached up and kissed his lips softly.
"Alright, I guess. It hurts a bit to walk, but nothing unusual." Harry nodded grimly.
"I heard that the first time always hurts afterwards for girls. Did I hurt you too badly last night?" He asked worriedly. Ginny smiled and shook her head.
"Harry, you know I loved it last night. It was only the slightest bit of pain, and that was quickly replaced with-" She grinned mischeviously,"-you know."
Harry couldn't hide his huge smile, "I know. It was incredible." He closed his eyes, thinking about it, but decided that wasn't a good idea when suddenly the sheets bacame a little too warm for comfort.
"Anyway!" Harry tried to get his mind off their mind-blowing sex the night before. "Quidditch today!" He exclaimed, a little too loudly.
"Ssshh!" Ginny whispered fervently, "We'll get caught!"
"Oh, sorry." Harry mumbled.
"But yes, Quidditch is today. Are you nervous, Harry?" Ginny asked.
"Nope. I've forgotten how to be nervous for Quidditch. I've done it too many times." Harry whispered.
"I'm nervous." Ginny muttered. "What if I stuff up?"
"You wont," Harry told her decidedly. "You never do." Ginny couldn't help but smile.
"Thanks, Harry." She reached up and ran her finger along his jaw line, his slight stubble coarse against the tip of her forefinger. He tried to pull her close to kiss her, but she pushed away fom him.
"I have to go. Ron and the other'll be awake in a minute, and we'd get in so much trouble if I were caught here. Seeya at breakfast, gorgeous!" She leant over and kissed his lips, then turned and dashed out of the room.
****
Harry lay back in bed. Ginny. He said her name out loud to himself in the half-darkness of the room. Ginny. She was his. Finally, she was his. He knew he had wanted it that way for years, but he simply hadn't been able to admit that to himself. Until last night. Last night......
He shook himself, fiercly telling himself not to think about that, or he'd get himself worked up again. He hadn't even imagined that making love would be that incredible, though. He'd never even really wanted to do it before now, not even with Ch-
Cho!
"Holy shit," Harry groaned to himself. Cho! His girlfriend! Harry had completely forgotten about her. Being with Ginny allowed no thought for anyone else. Cho had no idea what had happened last night. He had even told her in the middle of the dancefloor that he'd never cheat on her. Never cheat on her? Harry actually laughed to himself, despite the predicament he'd gotten himself into. Never cheat on her? That was a joke! It was a bit more than just cheating! He'd gone further with Ginny in one night than he'd ever been in all his dating life with Cho. But Cho had a right to know. Harry had to tell her the truth. It was the least she deserved, after the way he'd treated her last night. After an hour of worrying, Harry had decided on what to do.
****
At 8:00, everyone arrived at the Great Hall for Breakfast. It was literally buzzing with hundreds of excited voices chatting about Today's Quidditch Match-Gryffindor vs Slytherin. Harry had been the first to arrive, having been churned up ever since Ginny left his bed that morning about what he was going to tell Cho. When she breezed in through the doorway, Harry was almost relieved.
"We have to talk." He told her shortly, and got up and left Gryffindor Table. Cho followed him, frowning. When they reached the Entrance Hall, Cho stopped walking and snapped at him.
"Harry, what is going on? You were so rude last night, when you left me to dance with Dean Thomas the whole night! It was going to be a great Ball, and you left me just after the it started! What's going on?" She cried.
"Look Cho, I'm really sorry about abandoning you like that. I just had to talk to Ginny. We had to sort something out." He finished lamely.
"Well, what was it then? You were gone for the whole night. It must have been pretty damn important for you to neglect your own girlfriend for it." Cho's voice quavered.
"Can we talk about this somewhere else, Cho? Everyone'll hear us here." Harry asked her. She glared at him.
"It's Ginny, isn't it?" She stated. Harry glanced quickly at her.
"What about her?"
"You tell me, you're the one following her around." She snapped.
Harry shifted uncomfortably. "Well... she's in love with me, Cho. I had only suspected it before, but after last night, well...."
"What about last night?!" Cho almost shrieked. She was beginning to sound flustered. Harry looked at her. She looked scared, but Harry knew he couldn't keep lying. He finally dropped the act.
"Well, Cho. I can truthfully tell you I love her back." There! He'd said it!
Cho looked as if she'd been punched in the face. "You WHAT?!" She yelled. "Ginny Weasley?? Oh, I get it now!" She screeched hysterically. "You two were sleeping together last night, weren't you?! That's why you didn't come back, right!?"
"Sleeping with Ginny?" Harry asked nervously. Hell yes! "Um, no. Whatever gave you that idea?"
"Yeah right you weren't sleeping together." Cho spat. Hurt and pain, however, was quickly taking the place of her anger. Tears gathered at the corners of her eyes. "Well, Harry. You say you love her. Where does that leave me?" Tears streamed down her cheeks. "Are you breaking up with me, Harry?"
Harry felt like a bloody monster. He stared at Cho. Was this really the end for them? He knew he had loved her. But, what did he feel for her now? He couldn't make sense of anything. Then he remembered Ginny. And he knew what he had to do.
"Cho," Harry stammered, "I have loved every minute with you. I really have. But I can't keep lying to you or myself anymore. Our time is over, Cho. I'm not in love with you any more, although I know that I was once. I love Ginny, Cho. Her and No Other. I hadn't realised it before, but now I know. She means everything to me, and I don't mean to hurt you, but I have to tell you the truth."
Cho stared at him, not moving. She was breathing hard, but her eyes were dry. She shook her head. "I had suspected as much." She said faintly. "I knew there was something between you two, especially after you both got those Orbits." Cho lowered her head and breathed in deeply. She glanced back up at him, and Harry could see that her composure was cracking. Her eyes, although wide open, were glazed with tears now.
"That's it then? Just like that, all we had is gone?" Her voice wavered, but she didn't look away. Harry, although relieved to have told her the truth, felt awful. He nodded slowly.
"Yes Cho. It's over. I'm sorry" He told her gently. She breathed in a shaky breath and nodded in acceptance. A tear rolled down her face. Reaching out, Harry touched her arm, trying to lessen some of her grief. Cho pulled away from him.
"Just leave me alone, Harry," She sobbed, turning her back to him and beginning to walk up to the Ravenclaw Turrets, her back bent in defeat. Harry watched her go, feeling utterly wretched.
That was not easy, he thought to himself.
****
Harry returned to his Dorm half an hour before the Quidditch Match. He needed to change into his robes and clear his mind.
Carefully, he unpacked all his leather Quidditch gear and his robes and laid it all out on his un-made bed. He had the dorm to himself-everyone else had left earlier for the Quidditch Pitch to ensure good seats. Harry checked the gloves for damage, the shoes and the foot-coverings, the moroon seekers robes. Everything seemed to be fine.
Ginny.
Harry shook his head to clear it of the redheaded female. She was always on his mind. His beautiful Ginny. She was so all-consumming that all other thought, including Cho and her grief, were fast leaving his mind. Harry gave a frustrated growl and shook his head, ruffling his hair. He reached down to undo his pants.
Ginny.
He ignored what his mind was telling him and took off the rest of his clothing, shirt, tie, robes and all. Now all he had on was his moroon Snitch boxers. Thoughts of the previous night flooded his mind. His breathing quickened and he leant down to put his hands on the bed, bracing himself, eyes tight shut, trying to get some air circulating around his over-heated body.
Ginny.
"Holy Shit," Harry groaned, and fell backwards onto his bed, gritting his teeth as his hormones began to run wild. There was no one around, and Wand Polishing was all very well, but having a certain redheaded Ginny to Polish it for him sounded a million times better.
"Harry! What ARE you doing?"
Shit! It was Ginny! Harry flung himself on his stomache to hide his arousal and looked up at her. It didn't help his horny state to see that her Quidditch robes were undone at the throat, and her hair was loose and curly and radient.
"Nothing Gin," Harry tryed to sound casual, but his voice was husky with desire for her. "Just getting ready for Quidditch, that's all."
Ginny didn't believe one word of it. "Oh, just 'getting ready for Quidditch,' are we?" Her eyebrows lifted sardonically and her lips lifted at the corners in a sly grin. "Just getting ready for Quidditch?" She leant over and ran her lips along his jawline. Harry gasped and tried to force a rational thought into his brain.
"Uh, I broke up with Cho just before," He tried to tell her. Ginny stopped kissing him for a moment and turned to him, nodding in sympathy, but also gladness. She touched his lips with her own. It was all he needed. Cho left his mind again for about the millionth time, as he grabbed Ginny around the waist, pulling her down onto the bed and under him, and kissing her like there was no tomorrow.
"Harry," Ginny whispered softly, gasping as his hands slid under her robes. Harry silenced her with a breath-taking kiss. She shook her head, trying to fend off his fierce kisses.
"Harry!" She gasped.
"...Yeah?" Harry answered finally, hardly taking any notice as his hands ran up her thighs. Ginny leant over and grabbed his Quidditch pants which were lying next to her on his bed.
"Put these on." She instructed him, and pushed the pants at him.
"What?" Harry asked, not comprehending, and not wanting to, as he pulled her Quidditch robes down to her shoulders..
"Harry!" Ginny snapped. "You bloody idiot! It's Quidditch in a few minutes! We acn't do anything now! Get your pants on and hurry up about it!" Ginny shrugged her robes up and pushed him off her. Harry, in a state of unsatisfied arousal and confusion, stared at her.
"Quidditch?" He asked her stupidly, his mind still clouded with desire. Ginny nodded in exasperation, deftly tying up her robes and straightening her hair.
"Oh yeah, shit!" Harry yelled, finally comprehending. He grabbed his pants and stuffed them on, throwing his gloves and shoes on and making a pitiful attempt at taming his hair.
"Who are we against again?" He asked, flustered. Ginny took one look at him and burst out laughing. She grabbed the comb from him and attempted to brush his messy hair.
"Slytherin, you dummy," she giggled. Harry nodded, moving restlessly beneath Ginny's comb, anxious to start playing now.
When she had finished with his hair (it didn't look much better than when she had started), Harry turned to her and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"We'll finish what we started after we win, beautiful." he whispered seductively in her ear. She laughed and pushed gently against his chest.
"Ok, Harry. But you have to make sure we win first!" She danced out of his grasp and headed for the door. Harry chuckled and strode after her. This was a match he REALLY couldn't afford to lose.