Chapter 7! Told you this was going to be short. Look, it's nearly finished already!
It was with a heavy heart full of heartbreak and determination that Ginny arrived back at the house late the next day. She had spent the entire day with her mother, thankful for her warm presence that warranted no questions or interrogation. In most cases, her mother would have demanded to know who had put her little girl in such misery, but in certain circumstances like this one, she simply just understood enough not to stir up the waters.
But, Ginny knew he had to go back. She was a Weasley, and as such did not run away from her problems. It had taken all her courage, stubbornness and integrity go pull herself together enough to apparate back to the house, a single mission in mind.
Talk to Harry.
What was she going to say? How was she going to say it? Where did she begin? These were questions that she currently did not know the answer to. But she did know that she loved him, and was not ready to let him push her away so easily.
So, back at the house, she found her brother once again sitting in front of the television, his eyes glued to it as if it were the best thing since Quidditch, and Hermione in the kitchen, peeling potatoes manually.
"Hey you!" Hermione said happily, spotting Ginny as she looked around. "Where were you last night?"
"Have you seen Harry?" Ginny demanded softly, looking out into the twilight, Harry-free yard.
Hermione's smile faded instantly as she saw how distressed her best friend was. "Oh dear. Does this have anything to do with the plan?"
"Oh yeah."
"A setback?"
Ginny laughed a hollow laugh and rubbed her eyes. "That's one way to describe it, yes." She said. "Hermione, just tell me if you've seen him."
Hermione looked very much like she wanted to comment, but instead sighed and pointed down the hall with her bread knife. "He's in his room."
Ginny smiled a little, nodded and rushed off down the hall.
Hermione watched her go, that female intuition of something terribly wrong kicking into high gear. What had Harry done now?
She looked at her husband on the sofa and frowned. Chances were, he hadn't even heard one word of what she and his sister had just said, or even knew that Ginny was home at all. So, with a blank look, she picked up one of the unpeeled potatoes and pitched it at his head.
"OW!" Ron cried, rubbing the back of his head where he had been struck and turned to look at Hermione. "Blimey woman, what the hell was that for?"
"For being an inconsiderate pillock, that's what. You're sister's going through emotional peril, and all you can do is sit there like an ogre watching that infernal idiot box!" she snapped. "Don't you have training?"
"Not until later tonight. But, emotional peril?" Ron asked, looking genuinely confused. "Ginny?"
"Do you have another sister I and your mother are unaware of?"
Ron looked down the corridor to where his sister had just departed and then back at Hermione. "Because of Harry?"
Hermione pursed her lips and picked up another potato.
"Okay, alright! I get the point!" Ron cried.
"Harry? Come on Harry, let me in!" Ginny called, knocking on his bedroom door. "Harry, I'm not leaving until we talk about this!"
Silence. Who was he kidding anyway, hiding in his room brooding like a child who couldn't have candy? They were adults, and Ginny had every right to demand an explanation about what it was he really wanted from her.
"Harry?" she called again, knocking harder. When there was no response, she grit her teeth and exhaled slowly through her nose. "Right, I'm coming in… and I don't care if you're half-decent or not."
So she pushed the door inward… and found the room empty. Ginny frowned, entered the room completely and closed the door behind her. He had to have just left, as there were clothes and other magical object strewn all over the room, as if he were in a great hurry to be somewhere.
She looked around, taking in the smell of his room. Everything in there was just so him. His wardrobe door half open, his bed not made, his desk full of clutter and papers…
"Hey Hedwig." Ginny smiled, crossing to the perch to see Harry's faithful owl still there.
Hedwig hooted and nibbled on Ginny's long fingers affectionately as she stroked her feathers softly. Ginny frowned in curiosity as Hedwig kept turning her head to Harry's desk, hooting and then looking back up at her.
"What's the matter girl?"
Hedwig took off from the porch and landed on the desk, hopping up and down. Ginny took in more details and saw that there was still a bit of string attached to Hedwig's leg. It was then she spotted a letter just opened on Harry's desk. She must have just delivered it.
"Ah, you want your treats." Ginny said, understanding finally.
She searched through the draws and finally came upon a box of owl treats in the bottom, left hand side of the desk drawer. Ginny took out two and put them in Hedwig's bowl. The owl went back to her perch, hooted in thanks and went about munching on her reward.
Ginny smiled at the owl for a moment, before the letter on the desk caught her attention. She put her hands in her pockets and bit her lip, knowing she shouldn't. Curiosity was not something to be taken lightly, especially in her case as she possessed a fair amount of it.
Oh screw it. She thought, seizing the letter up and looking at it in interest.
It was rather dirty, as if someone had been writing it on the ground. The writing was messy and rushed and was very to the point:
Potter, trouble in sector four! Peregrine and mob. Ambush. Need back-up. Dragons!
And underneath it were apprating co-ordinates.
Ginny's eyes widened. So this chap Peregriene had been dealing with dragons! But how had he gotten them in the country? And where in Merlin's name had he been keeping them?
And how were they going to control it? Aurors were good, but were not specialists in handling magical creatures. And suddenly, an idea popped into her head. A very stupid, brave idea.
Her mind made up at once, Ginny grabbed her wand out, letter still clutched tightly in her hand and ran down the hall for her cloak in her room.
Oh boy, she thought as she pulled on her cloak. He's going to be mad.
"Hold it! Keep back everyone!"
Harry's instructions were demanding and left no room for argument. Not that anyone would have… waltzing up to a fifty-foot dragon was not something any of the surrounding Aurors were too keen on doing any time soon.
There were in a sort of paddock just outside Essex in the middle of muggle farming area, thirty five Aurors, ten convicted Dark Wizards and one massive fire breathing Dragon in the middle of it all.
Muggle discretion was not an option anymore. After all, who would miss the big ruddy lizard if they looked out their windows? They would have to worry about memories later. The Dragon was snarling and rearing up on its hind legs, breathing fire in every direction and sending quite a few wizard who were brave enough to try and get closer flying twenty feet into the air. Its wing span was massive, and it was only because they had managed to try its lets down with a few very powerful bondage spells that it was remaining on the ground.
"Harry! We have to get more backup!" Roared Parker from twenty feet away, his wand outstretched in front of him and a nasty gash up his arm. Blood was seeping from his ripped robes and it looked rather painful.
"We don't have time for that! Stunning spells again!" Harry commanded.
"They're not working!" Parker yelled.
"I said try again!" Harry snapped. "All of you, on my signal!"
The wizards all looked at Harry as if he had gone a little mad, but took rank and stood around the Dragon in a circle, ignoring the roars it was emitting and took aim.
"Okay, ready?" Harry yelled; summon up his power form that pit of magic within him. "Now!"
"STUPEFY!" They all roared at once.
Dozens of streams of red light all streamed towards the Dragon and hit it in the back. The Dragon let out a roar and the spells all bounced off it, sending jets of light everyone and in-turn, causing all the wizards to leap out of the way to prevent getting hit.
"Fuck!" Harry yelled angrily, picking himself up from the ground.
"The hide's too thick!" Yelled Parker, crossing over to him holding his limp arm. "Potter, we can't hit it with the spells, it just agitates it."
"Well,' came a female voice form behind them 'that's one thing you fellows seemed to have worked out."
Harry and Parker spun around and Harry's mouth dropped open. "Ginny? What the hell are you doing…"
"LOOK OUT!"
Harry, acting on pure instinct, leapt forward into Ginny and brought them both crashing to the ground with a grunt, just as the tail of the Dragon went flying over them, ruffling their air with the gust of wind it caused.
"Jesus, we nearly lost our heads!" Parker cried, getting up with a wince.
Harry rolled off Ginny and they got back to their feet. "Thanks for that." Ginny said, dusting herself from dirt.
"I mean it Ginny, what are you doing here?" Harry demanded, not wanting her there at all for more reasons than one.
"Helping you out, dickhead." Ginny snapped, moving around him toward the dragon.
"What? Wait just a God-damn second." Harry cried, grabbing Ginny's arm and spinning her around. "Do you have short-term memory loss or something? Do you not remember what happened the last time you tried to help me out? You nearly got yourself killed!"
"Says you." Ginny retorted, pulling her arm harshly out of his grip. "This is what I do for a living Harry." She yelled, pointing at the Dragon behind her. It was breathing out puffs of fire at anyone who attempted to get near it.
"You think I'm going to let you near that thing by yourself?" Harry yelled. He almost laughed it was so ludicrous. "You shouldn't be within fifty miles of here Ginny!"
"Why, because I might get hurt?"
"Yes! You're a civilian, and have no right to be interfering with official Auror business. We are professionals." Harry snapped.
"Oh yeah. And I can see you're doing a fabulous job handling this situation so far Harry." Ginny said sarcastically, folding her arms over her chest.
"We can handle it." Harry growled.
"The hell you can!" Ginny said, spinning around and heading off again.
Harry lifted his wand, cracked it like a whip and instantly, Ginny's feet snapped together and she went crashing to the ground. "I'm sorry Ginny, but I can't let you go over there!"
Ginny jumped to her feet so fast it was like someone had ripped her from the ground. She spun around, stormed back to Harry and slapped him across the face. Hard.
"Don't you ever do that to me again, do you hear me?" she yelled, her eyes flashing with fury. "Not while my back is turned and not while you know you need me but are too proud to fucking admit it!" she screamed in his face.
Harry recovered quickly from the shock of being slapped and grabbed her hand. "You're pushing this into an area I can't be responsible for you in. If you go over there without my consent, you will be arrested. You're already been given a warning Ginny…"
"This is my job Harry!" she said, her voice almost drowned out by the roar of the Dragon. "Don't you know who that is?" she demanded, pointing at the dragon.
"Who?" Harry echoed, confused.
"That's Norbert, Harry!" Ginny yelled, her eyes flashing.
Harry's eyes widened as he looked back at the massive Dragon in a new light. Its teeth were bared at its yellow eyes were scanning the scene dangerously. "That's Norbert? Hagrid's Norbert?" he asked, stunned. "Baby Norbert who bit Ron?"
"Yes, Norbert! How do I know? Because he grew up in our camp Harry!" Ginny said angrily. "We're wasting time with this feud. Just let me go over there, dammit!"
"I can't do that!" Harry yelled, no longer mad but desperate. "Ginny, please. If you want to stay, then I cant make you leave… but do not go over there. Let us handle it."
Ginny glared at him for a moment, before giving him a sneer and folding her arms over her chest. Harry sighed in relief, thankful that he had at least gotten her out of the way for a moment so he could work this out.
"Ginny, I know it's your job, but this isn't Romania, and you are not technically a part of out Ministry." He said regretfully, and with that turned back to Parker.
Jesus, just when things couldn't get any worse… he thought, rubbing his eyes. "Parker, tell me you have some idea where Peregriene is at least. Make my day one that won't lead me to a bridge."
"We do. He's in custody waiting for you to cook him." Parker said, rubbing his injury. "So, got your girlfriend to go home did you?" he asked, looking over Harry's shoulder.
"What? No, she's right…" Harry spun around to point at Ginny.
But she had vanished.
And suddenly, there was an ear-splitting roar.
Harry's head snapped around to see Aurors running everywhere in confusion, their wands out but apprehensive about approaching for some reason. They were looking at Harry, awaiting instructions.
And moving among them, fast, was a bob of long red hair.
"Ginny! No!" he yelled, running forward.
But she was too far away. Her face was set and determined as she shoved her way through the black cloaks toward the Dragon, her cloak billowing out behind her with rage.
"What's that barmy girl doing?" someone cried, looking at Harry in amazement.
"Potter, get her back!" Parker cried, looking at Harry and Ginny in quick succession.
But Harry didn't do anything. He watched on as all the other Aurors ran away, Ginny moved forward with an aura of power he had never seen around her before. She stopped a few feet away from the Dragon, lifted her wand and waved it a little to get Norbert's attention.
Norbert stopped his thrashing against his binds for a single moment and looked around at Ginny. His eyes narrowed and all at once, he turned to face her completely, inhaled sharply through his nose and blew out a stream of fire straight at her.
"GINNY!" Harry roared, running forward.
But in the same moment, Ginny had simply created a shield with her wand and the fire slithered around her like water around a rock. Norbert looked at her in confusion for a moment, and went to rear up again when Ginny threw her wand aside, lifted her hand and began talking in some ancient language.
"Potter, we have to get her out of there!" Parker yelled.
"No, wait." Harry said, holding up his hand as he kept his eyes on Ginny.
Something was happening. It was if the panic and uncertainty in the air was ebbing away as Ginny spoke. Her eyes were locked with Norbert's yellow ones as he glared down at her, her hand still held up in the dragon's direction.
Ginny smiled up at him, her demeanor softening and her stance becoming looser. She put her thumb, third and fourth finger down and left her index and pinkie finger point outward in a sort of sign. The she proceeded to take a few tentative steps towards Norbert, still chanting under her breath.
Harry couldn't believe what he was seeing. Norbert had now completely stopped resisting his binds and simply watched Ginny as she edged closer and closer. The air around them was now cooler yet humid from the summer heat, and Harry became aware of how quite it had become.
Ginny let her hand drop a little and stopped chanting, satisfied that Norbert had now calmed enough. She held her hand out completely now and to everyone's amazement, Norbert knelt down and laid his head on the ground in front of Ginny like an obedient dog.
Ginny smiled closed the distance between them and slowly ran her hands along his nose, stroking his tough scales softly, muttering soothingly under her breath in English again.
It was so silent you could have heard a pin drop. The amazement of what one girl could do that thirty armed wizards could not hung in the air like a bad smell. Ginny had turned this violent, untamable creature into nothing but a large softie that was actually falling asleep, simply because of her touch.
"That's it." Ginny whispered, walking around his huge head to stroke the area near his ears. "Just relax now." Norbert had been one of her favorite Dragons during her time at the camps, and they had spent many hours together.
Harry couldn't move from the shock, and only then did the realization of what Ginny did for a living hit him. It had been somewhat of a novelty when it came to Dragons and handling them. Having never seen such things first hand, the true impact of such work had not struck him until now.
And it was Ginny doing it. Ginny, who used to put her elbow in butter at the mere sight of him. Ginny, who left damp towels in the bathroom after a shower. Ginny, his best friends little sister…
"Harry?" Ginny called, her eyes still firmly locked on Norbert's.
Harry blinked. "Yeah?"
"Come over here. Walk. Slowly." Ginny said, smiling at Norbert.
Harry felt the shiver of uncertainty move around the circle of his colleagues like a Mexican wave as he slowly made his way over. No, he didn't trust the dragon to stay dormant like that when he went over… but he did trust Ginny.
Ginny tore her eyes away form Norbert and watched as Harry came over, his body tense and his wand clutched tightly in his hand. "You need to get him out of here." She said.
"No shit Sherlock." Harry chuckled. "But how? Portkey?"
Ginny shook her head. "No, you'd need a Port-mountain instead of a key to get him back to Romania." She said, still petting Norbert softly. The dragon's eyes were fluttering and he was snoring a little. "There's a camp just on the outskirts of Dublin… a little one. Not too well know, but they have the room. We can take him there and they can work out the arrangements. It's too far to fly him all the way back to Romania." Ginny said.
Harry looked at her. "Fly him?"
"Well, how else do you plan to get him there? Mail him?"
"And who's going to fly him?" Harry asked, although he knew the answer.
Ginny smiled at him and leant against Norbert. "I will."
"Boss!"
Harry and Ginny looked to see Parker, who was edging his way over ever so carefully look at both of them as if they were a few sandwiches short of a picnic.
"Yes Parker?"
"You can't seriously be thinking about letting her fly this thing?" he laughed softly, eyeing Norbert with caution. "I mean, people can't fly Dragons."
"People can't tame Dragons either, as you've just seen." Ginny said smugly.
Parker looked at her in amazement for a moment, before shaking his head and looking at Harry. "Come on Harry, be reasonable. We can just find another way. Try stunning him again, under his belly where his hide isn't so thick."
Harry looked at Ginny for the longest time, taking in more of her features than he meant to. She looked determined and adamant, just as she had on so many occasions when they had fought problems together.
He blinked and felt something shift inside him. A realization that screamed at him what an idiot he had been to ever deny feelings for this woman beside him.
"What do you need?" he asked her.
"A harness. Or rope will do if you've got it." She said, as if not quite believing he was about to let her do this.
There was silence between the three of them, broken only by the heavy breathing of the Dragon beside them and the surrounding wizards cleaning up the mess before Harry finally sighed and looked at Parker.
"You heard her. Get some rope."
Parker's mouth dropped open. "Are you insane?"
"Yes, I suppose I am." Harry said, folding his arms over his chest.
"You can't authorize this!" Parker cried in outrage. "Just because Tonks isn't here…"
"You're right. Tonks isn't here. And as such I am in charge of this outfit by rank and command. Now either you do as I'm ordering you Parker, or you will find yourself court-martialed for insubordination!" Harry growled, his eyes flashing.
Parker glared at Harry for a long moment, obviously fighting the urge to snap back. But after a moment, he finally gave Harry a curt nod and walked off.
Ginny looked at Harry in amazement as he turned to her. "If you're going, you are going to have a team with you. I won't have you flying him by yourself, no matter how good you think your abilities are. We'll be flying along side you and if the slightest thing goes wrong…" he trailed off. He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, obviously quite tired. "I'll get some guys to help you disillusion him, as well as yourself. I need to take care of Peregriene."
Ginny opened her mouth to respond, but he walked had walked off to gather his team. She sighed and turned back to the Dragon. "Well Bert, guess I'd better disillusion you. Cant have more muggles seeing you than nessecary."
In the past, all troubles he had been carrying on his shoulders would be automatically left behind whenever he left the ground and soared into the air. But this time seemed to be an exception to that rule. Perhaps he had too many trouble to disregard.
Or perhaps it was because he'd never supervised escorting a Dragon to a camp before.
While they were all disillusioned, they were flying above the clouds out of sight from muggles below as they flew over the country, the night sky clear above them. There were ten Wizards all circling the main blur in the middle, its wings rhythmically beating up and down as it soared a few feet below them. It had taken quite a few of them to make Norbert invisible, but they had finally done it.
Harry looked at the Dragon-shaped blob now and saw the blurred outline of a woman up near its neck, her cloak and hair billowing out behind her as she steered him towards the camp. Although he couldn't see her, he knew she was beautiful. He knew she would have had a smile on her face as the wind whipped through her hair, made her cheeks turn pink and her eyes water.
Somehow, now that he had gotten used to the idea, it seemed rather natural for her to be in this line of work. She had a dragon's personality. Powerful, dangerous, fiery… yet magical and in a way held her own beauty. How could he have doubted her back there? As if she didn't hate him enough already, not showing faith in her abilities would definitely put the icing on the cake.
"Are we there yet?" Called one of the wizards over the wind.
Harry chuckled to himself as Ginny answered "Just a bit further!"
And indeed, after just a few more minutes Ginny was giving the signal to begin their decent. When they ducked down below the clouds, Harry was amazed to see a massive expanse of land, containing paddocks lit by torches with a few smaller dragons in each, but definitely leaving enough room for a massive-sized species like Norbert.
Ginny landed first with a dull THUMP, the escorts all landing around her and making themselves visible again.
Harry landed near Parker, watching as Ginny slid off Norbert, said something to him and hurried off to greet a few wizards all ready rushing over, looking like all their Christmases had come at once.
"Oh, thanks Parker." Harry said as his second in command took the spell off him.
"No problem Boss."
Harry did the same for him and then looked back over at Ginny, now back to her visible state. It was hard to see in the dark, but he could see that she was talking to obviously the head of the camp, a tall very well built man with brown hair and long leather robes. Other handlers were making their way over to Norbert, using the same techniques Ginny had used to lead Norbert over to one of the paddocks and out of sight.
"She really came through." Parker said.
Harry smiled and nodded as he watched Ginny point to Norbert, then launch back into conversation, her hands moving a lot as she spoke very fast.
"Yeah, she did." Harry agreed.
Parker shuffled his feet a little in a bashful fashion. "Listen Harry… about back at the Glen? I'm sorry for my behavior. It was wrong of me to disregard a direct order and…"
"Parker, you don't need to apologize." Harry laughed, clapping Parker on the shoulder. "If it were me, I would have done the same. And feel free to call me a mental case any time you think I need a good blow to my ego."
Parker laughed and nodded. "Sure thing boss, anytime."
He smiled as Parker made to move off and slung his broom over his shoulder. He turned his attention back to Ginny and watched as she nodded at the man, shook his hand with a smile and then made her way back over to him.
"They'll check him over, make sure Peregriene didn't hurt him in anyway and then transport him back over to Charlie." She said flatly, putting her hands in her back pocket.
Harry nodded. "Okay. Good of them to do it on such short notice."
"Yep." Ginny said.
There was a momentary awkward silence in which details of what had transpired yesterday came back to them in full assault. Ginny looked at him. She still wanted to talk to him, but her anger at him not trusting her with Norbert was taking first priority at the moment.
"Well, don't say thank you or anything." She snapped.
And before Harry could even open his mouth to respond, she had disappeared with a pop.
Ginny reappeared in her room back at the house, absolutely irritated beyond belief. She kicked off her shoes, pulled her cloak off over her head, balled it up and threw it hard onto the bed with a cry.
How could things have gotten so buggered up in such a short amount of time? If only she could take yesterday back. Being friends with him was better than this… whatever it was. Perhaps she could memory charm him and make him forget that she had revealed her feelings for him.
But no, that would be just stupid. She told him because she wanted him to know. Because she couldn't take hiding it anymore. Because she thought that maybe there was a snowballs' chance in hell that he would feel the same.
CRACK. "Ginny?"
She spun around and with no small amount of outrage, found Harry standing in the middle of her room, completely clean from the dirt he had been covered in before, yet still dressed in the same clothes.
"Get out." She snapped, turning away from him.
"Don't be like that." Harry groaned.
"And how would you like me to be Harry?" she demanded loudly, turning back around to face him. "I can't just pretend nothing happened. I can't be like you."
She knew her words had stung by the look on his face, but he didn't say anything in response. So, she took his silence and let a good tongue-lashing commence.
"You don't trust me to do my job! Do you know how that feels? Think of all the Aurors that would have gotten injured, simply because you didn't think I was competent enough to handle one Dragon."
"You're saying that like he was some little bunny rabbit gone feral!" Harry shouted. "I understand how you felt, but it was professional. You're making this more personal than it needs to be Ginny."
"It is personal when you embarrass me like that in front of all those people!" Ginny yelled. "Was it some sort of kick for you? Making the little witch feel bad in front of your friends?"
"Don't be thick!" Harry retorted angrily. "If I wasn't there, Tonks would have told you the same thing. You're only getting upset because of what happened yesterday."
"I am not…"
"Will you two shut up?" shouted a new voice.
Harry and Ginny both jumped and looked around to see Ron standing in the doorway, half asleep but obviously extremely irritated.
"It is one thirty in the bloody morning, and Hermione is trying to get some sleep!" Ron snapped, giving them both a glare.
Ginny and Harry blushed, feeling guilty for keeping Hermione up. "Sorry." They muttered.
Ron rolled his eyes at them and left without another word.
Ginny glared at Harry for a moment, before walking to the door, shutting it and placing a silencing charm on the door so they would not be heard.
Harry put his hands on his hips as Ginny took a step toward him, her anger back in full. She seemed content to glare at him for a moment, and he was equally content to let her. She had every right to be pissed off at him.
"Do you even care?" she finally asked. "Do you? Does it matter to you at all that I risked my neck tonight to help you and you don't give me any credit? Do you care that I spent the whole night last night, crying into my tea over you?"
Harry remained quiet as she took another step towards him, feeling another slap coming on.
"Do you feel anything anymore but the love of your job Harry?" she yelled in his face. "You wanted a life for work? Well congratulations, you got it!" she cried angrily. "God, I'm so frustrated and tired I can even think straight."
Harry still said nothing, but continued to look at her.
Ginny glared at him. "Say something." She snapped. She let out a strangled cry of anguish and slapped him hard in the arm. "Say something you son of a…"
But that was as far as she got, for her words had been muffled by his lips covering hers in a very sudden, insistent kiss. His hands held her face firmly in place as at she stiffened against him in shock.
And in an instant, he pulled back, breathing hard. Ginny stared at him in disbelief, her mind quite unable to determine what had just happened. And the look on his face showed he was as surprised as she was. It had happened so fast and so sudden that surely she had imagined it, but the tingling feeling left on her lips suggested otherwise.
His face looked scared an uncertain, but Ginny was tingling all over. Don't do it! Her mind screamed as her body moved forward.
Oh sod off. She answered herself as she did the only thing that made sense.
She slid her hand up around to the back of his neck and brought his lips crashing back down to hers.
Harry moaned and slid his arms around her, backing her into the wall. The fire between them had suddenly been turned into a raging inferno, and there seemed only one conceivable way to put it out. They kissed with urgency, ran their hands over each other with greed and all the while tried to keep their sanity within reach.
"Harry…" Ginny moaned as he made his way down her neck, nibbling in various places along the cords of her throat.
Harry pressed himself into her, making both of them groan from the friction it caused in their lower regions. Harry himself was already noticeably aroused, and Ginny was not far off the mark.
Ginny kissed him again hungrily, their breath coming out in sharps raps as their need for air came a close second to the all consuming need to kiss each other. Harry ran his hands down her legs and around to her backside. Getting the point of what he wanted, she jumped up and wrapped her legs around his waist, still letting him press her against the wall.
"Oh God," Harry moaned as she ran her hands down his chest to his pants. "No, wait Ginny…"
"What?" Ginny asked, rolling her eyes.
Harry looked at her in the eye for a moment, his breathing heavy. "I just… before we do this, I want you to know something."
"You do love me." Ginny smiled.
Harry nodded. "Yes, I do."
"Even though you said you didn't?"
Harry nodded. "I should have said… I know I…"
"Shh." She said, putting a finger over his lips. "In the morning."
Harry looked at her for a moment, before smiling and kissing her finger. "In the morning." He repeated.
Ginny smiled and kissed him, this time slower and more passionately. All her anger had just ebbed away, and now it seemed rather silly to be angry at him for not telling her for the simple reason of her wanting him to.
But then again, that may have just been her hormones talking.
Harry smirked a little as he kissed her, pleased but not all together surprised that she was very good at what she was doing. He knew she wasn't a virgin, and that she had had partners in the past. But was this what he had missing out on all these years? Oh boy, he would have to have been the stupidest thing in God's creation.
Finally, feeling it would be rather uncomfortable for her to be pressed against this wall any longer; Harry spun them around and headed towards the bed. It was closer than he anticipated, sending them both crashing onto it, laughing into each other mouths. Harry felt his way down her shoulders and her torso to the bottom of her shirt and without any reserve, lifted it up over her head. She arched her back up to give him move access to the back of her bra, and he unclasped it with surprising ease.
And there she sat, naked from the waist up in all her glory. Harry only took a moment to admire, before kissing her neck once more and cupping her breast with his right hand.
Ginny moaned in pleasure as he sucked on her neck – one of her personal spots or weakness – and made his way down to join his hands. When he took one of her hardened nipples into his mouth, she let out a little squeak of enjoyment. She wanted to be quiet for some reason.
"You are wearing too many clothes." She said, making him look at her.
Harry didn't even have time to protest as she pushed him off her and onto his back. He let out a small laugh as she lay down on top of him, kissing him slowly while unbuttoning the front of his shirt button by button. Once the shirt was freed and sent flying to the floor, Ginny sat up a little and raked her hands across his chest. And a fine example it was. She reached into his pocket for his wand and cast the Contraceptive charm between them.
"Just in case." She said, tossing his wand carelessly to the floor.
Harry laughed and let her explore his skin with her mouth. He didn't want to inform her that she was rubbing against his already prominent erection just by stroking his chest. The sensations felt too good to interrupt. But amazingly, she smirked at him, slid down the bed a little more and began on his belt.
"Ginny, you're not going to…"
"Shush." She said, pulling him free of his jeans. She came back up, plucked his glasses off his nose and placed them softly on her bedside table. "Just trust me."
She tucked her fingers on either side of his boxers and gave them a yank downward, freeing him completely of his last barrier. She stared at the only part of his anatomy that had gone undiscovered by her until now. He was long, not too thick and hard as a rock. She quickly took his shoes and socks off, before running her hand up the inside of his thigh and grasping his length.
He let out a sort of hiss and Ginny wondered for a moment if perhaps he had swore in Parseltongue. But, as she lay down beside him and began stroking him, she saw that this was not the case, and that he was simply a male enjoying a girl pulling him off. His face of ecstasy was magnificent as she watched him, his eyes shut as he mumbled incoherently. She slung a leg through his and pressed herself against him more, wanting him to feel more. Wanting his pleasure to increase beyond anything he had ever felt.
Harry's eyes flew open and he looked at Ginny, the pressure building as she continued to stroke him in a way he could never had managed on his own. And she was ill prepared for him taking her wrist away from him and flipping her over so he was back on top, his throbbing penis pressing against the inside of her thigh.
Without a word of explanation, he unbuttoned the front of her jeans, pulled them off and threw them to the floor. Ginny's sensitive area's fluttered with anticipation as he ran his hands up the soft, untouched skin of her thigh as she had done with him… yet he did nothing more that that. She moaned in frustration and enjoyment as he teased her, touching everywhere but where she wanted it most.
At long last, he pulled her remaining articles of clothing away and slowly ran a finger over the entrance to her warm centre, feeling her dampness. Her readiness for him. It was intoxicating as she watched him without any trace of nervousness, and as he slid one finger inside her and watched her face contort with the pleasure, he knew he'd never want to look at any other woman in this way again.
Ginny's hips rolled as he stroked her hypersensitive flesh, her moans becoming louder of their own violation. He kissed her and moved back down to take one of her nipples back into his mouth, worshiping her body. His long, elegant fingers which used to look so good catching the snitch or casting spells were working their own magic on her. Too bad it took her so long to appreciate their other uses. Who had taught him to do this? Oh hell, it didn't matter. He was touching her in exactly the right spot, but this didn't seem unusual. In fact, in seemed perfectly natural for him to know how best to touch her, just as she seemed to know how best to touch him.
Harry, without realizing it, was rubbing his pelvis up against her hip as she rode his hand, sucking on her skin like it were candy. Her moans were soft and made his already heightened arousal jump to a new plateau. He was hot from the heat of the summer and the heat of two bodies, wanting each other with a fire that had started years before, and had intensified in the last few weeks.
"Harry…" she whispered, lifting his head and kissing him. "Please…"
Needing no more invitation, Harry took his hand away and replaced it with himself. He propped up on his elbows a little and looked down at her. Her hair was splayed across the pillow, creating a fiery halo around her. She was beautiful, and she was his. Just as he was hers.
He hovered above her entrance for a moment, feeling all of a sudden hesitance. Sensing this, Ginny parted he legs more and linked her legs around his, brining him closer. And then, in one quick movement, he thrust into her. Ginny buried her head in his shoulder and let out a cry at the almost orgasmic invasion. He filled her up and was exactly what she needed. She had wanted him for so long, and she loved him so much, it was almost too perfect.
Harry caught his breath from the incredible feeling of being inside her. She was warm, wet and tight and felt amazing around him. He looked at her face and saw she was smiling at him.
"Go slow." She whispered, kissing him.
"I thought you didn't like to go slow." He smirked.
Ginny laughed. "Less talking, more shagging if you please."
Harry kissed her again and slowly began moving. It only took them a moment to find a steady rhythm together and it wasn't long before they were both moaning deeply, Harry increasing his speed as he withdrew and entered again at a maddeningly slow pace. Ginny sighed, threw her head back and slid her hands down his back to grasp his butt, her legs widening that little bit further to allow him more entry. Their bodies already slicked with sweat from the summer head slid against one another easily, the feeling of her breasts rubbing against his chest making him almost lose it.
Harry felt Ginny squeeze his hips with her thighs and, knowing what she wanted, rolled over onto his back with her now on top. She sat up a little and kissed him, her long red hair creating a curtain around their faces as she began to rock against him, riding him. She threw her head back and gasped at the ceiling, crying out his name. He sat up a little and ran his hands along her soft skin, up and down her back, along her legs, across her breasts. It had never been like this with any other partners they both had had. It had not been anywhere this intense; this exhilarating…
Ginny let out a little scream of pleasure as Harry rolled them back over so he was on top and began thrusting into her once more, a little faster and more insistent. He collapsed a little against her, burying his head in her shoulder. She could feel his heavy breathing; hear every word he was whispering. The feeling of ecstasy was becoming so intense she felt she might literally go mad.
"Oh… Harry…" she moaned, raking her fingernails across his back.
Harry get out another grunt and slowed down, but increased the friction. With the movement of her hips moving over his length, stroking him in the way only a woman could and with him vibrating inside her, they knew it would soon be over.
Finally, Ginny closed her eyes, buried her face in his shoulder and let out a loud cry of ultimate pleasure as the orgasm took her, more powerful than she had ever experienced. Harry let out another low growl and moments later he shuddered and collapsed against her, spent, as she felt him spill inside of her as she still rode hers out.
Both breathing hard, neither of them moved for a moment. Ginny didn't mind that Harry was practically laying all his weight on top of her. It was comfortable, and with him still being nestled inside her while she came down was enough to make her smile.
Harry lifted his head and looked at her, beads of sweat running down his forehead. He quirked an eyebrow to see that she was smiling. In fact, now that he noticed, she was actually giggling.
"I wasn't that bad was I?" he asked, pulling out.
Ginny laughed as he rolled over onto his back. She rested her hands on his chest and slithered up to kiss him. "You've got to be kidding me. Who would have thought you'd be so good in the sack?"
Harry laughed. "Careful dear, my ego."
"Ah, sod it. Lets do that again." She said, her eyes widening at the challenge.
"Whoa! Kill the motor for a second." Harry laughed as she began kissing her way back down his torso. "Let's not overestimate my stamina here."
"You're young, you have heaps of stamina." She said, kissing him firmly.
Harry smiled against her and found himself quite willing to just snog her. She was, after all, very good at it. It was an amazing thought to process that just an hour ago, he had been as distant from her as North to South, and now here they were, in each others arms.
Ginny slung her arm around his middle and snuggled into him, not caring that she was naked and exposed.
"We need to talk about this." Harry said finally.
"Yes, I know." Ginny nodded. "But in the morning."
Harry smiled and nodded, stroking her back softly as the haze of sleep began to take over.
"In the morning."
A/N – A long chapter, but I had a feeling with that ending you all wouldn't mind so much. And I know I got that quote from Spiderman, but it love that moment and it fitted so well! I also apologize for my horrible overuse of the word 'Pleasure', because I couldn't get my hands on a Thesaurus.
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