The One with the Love Talk

He should never have kissed her. Not that the kiss was bad.

On the contrary.

In fact, something has happened to him as he kissed her.

Something that had never happened even when he had kissed Cho Chang.

He had felt himself go hard. He had never expected it. He had backed away from Ginny immediately, not wanting her to know how easily she aroused him.

That was not something he had bargained for when he had kissed her. He had been searching for a way to vent out the strangely lustful emotions he had been feeling the past few days. He had not expected his body to respond so primally to hers, as if he needed her, wanted her.

It only proved to him that his feelings for her were less than noble, something that should have dawned upon him when he had had that peculiar dream.

The dream, which had caused this entire mess.

Or so he liked to think.

Somehow the thought that the desire to kiss Ginny senseless had been buried within him all this while did not suit his fragile state of mind.

The dream had occurred a few days before, when Ginny and himself had stayed up late in the Gryffindor common room reading.

Ginny loved to read and has taught him the pleasures of reading that summer, among other things that he had learned from her.

 One of them had been instilled in him till now - the ability to enjoy life's little pleasures the way she did - singing, laughing, and dancing.

That night as they sat on the armchair by the fireplace, squashed comfortably together, he reading from 'Little Women' out loud to her.

Halfway through he realized that she had fallen asleep and not wanting to disturb her, he too put the book aside and attempted to sleep.

Just before his mind could drift into the subconscious realm, he found himself noticing how Ginny's red brown eyelashes clashed beautifully with her porcelain skin.

That thought must have triggered the dream that followed.

The simple yet impacting dream of kissing Ginny relentlessly as she sat on his knee, her arms looped around his neck.

He had woken up, flushed and shocked beyond reason, to find Ginny gone.

For one brief insane moment he thought she knew about his dream but he came back to himself, brushing the dream aside.

Easier thought that done.

The memory of that dream plagued him the next few torturous days.

He found himself noticing things about his newfound friend that he had not before.

Like how she had the most amazing brown eyes: they would be dark chocolate one moment, light as cinnamon the next.

Like how he felt a hot trace up his spin when she touched him, intentionally or accidentally.

Or when her enticingly kissable lips spread into a heart-warming smile at the sight of him.

He had, no thanks to that dream, developed an almost irresistible urge to kiss her when she was saying something interesting.

Things got really bad for poor Harry at dinner before quidditch practice. Ginny had been talking to him, though he was too enraptured with the way her soft, seashell pink lips moved, to pay much attention.

When she bit on her lower lip, Harry actually considered tackling her from across the table and doing what he had wanted to do ever since the image of their passionate embrace during the dream had been burnt into his mind.

Harry was surprised the ever-perceptive Ginny had not noticed the heated waves of lust radiating off him.

It was as if Cupid had shot an arrow straight at him, and he could not avoid it, unless he allowed himself to go with the tide.

Which was exactly what he decided to do - kiss Ginny and see if he felt anything.

He was dead sure that since there were only friends, there would be no flying of sparks or wanting more. It would probably feel so weird that he would never want to do it again.

He never considered the prospect of their precious friendship being destroyed so absorbed was he in getting those unhealthy thoughts out of his system.

Her ominous outburst at him that night only provided him the recklessness, that always came hand in hand with anger, to chase after her, pin her against the wall and ravage her as if there was no tomorrow.

The moment their lips touched, however, all anger vanished and Harry knew he was in trouble for he wanted to go on kissing her, touching her and doing all sorts of other things to her.

When they broke apart, he had wanted to force her but Harry knew better than to think with the lower half of his body.

What she said made more sense as well. They were better to remain as friends.

A prospect, both of them realized as days went by, that was quite impossible as well.

If anything, what he missed most was her companionship, her confidence and her words of wisdom.

Harry never felt the same about Ginny after that.

He was forever attracted to her, keeping an eye out for her, comparing his dates or girlfriends to her.

She had come into his life unnoticed and when he had finally opened his eyes to her; made such a remarkable difference that he was certain that certain habits he possessed presently, had been acquired during that wonderful summer with her.

He also knew despite her teenage infatuation on him, she was never his.

This had been enforced when Ginny started dating Blaise Zabini, resident Slytherin hotshot, during Harry's seventh year. They had been going strong till recently.

Rumour was that they were on a break from their relationship - a high profile one as Blaise was heir to the entire Zabini fortune and estate in Florence, Italy.

Harry had kept his distance, not once forsaking his well-hidden and at times almost never-there feelings.

He had almost convinced himself that whatever he had felt for Ginny was gone, completely.

Almost.

Until that morning, that is. A painful sigh escaped his mouth. Sirius had summed up his predicament rather well.

" It's unhealthy to sigh." Remus admonished, collapsing onto the sofa beside him.

"A bit rich coming from you - throwing up all morning." Harry pointed out.

" I should have drunk last night. Wouldn't have felt so bad this morning."

A look of mock regret crossed the older man's pleasantly handsome features.

Harry scoffed.

"You were too busy grinding with the stripper, dare I remind you." Ron teased.

"She was onto me, the silly woman." Remus argued, weakly.

"Here, drink up." Sirius thrust a goblet into his friend's face upon entering the room.

"Calming potion. Thank whoever made it." Remus drank it up slowly, savouring the bittersweet taste.

"You're welcome." Ginny grinned at him brightly, coming from behind Sirius.

"Hey, Gin!" Remus flashed her a smile.

"Zedka is in the other wing." Ginny nodded.

"I'll go soon. Came to give you some words of encouragement."

Remus held up the goblet.

"This speaks for itself."

"Grinding with a stripper eh?" Ginny teased, grabbing her bag while shooting a mischievous smile at Remus who began to blush.

"You bet. I'm so proud of Remy, I tell you." Sirius crowed, thumping his friend on the back, causing him to spill some calming potion on his robes.

"You mean, Jiles." Harry mocked; as Remus hid his flushed with embarrassment face in his hands.

"Save me. He mumbled as the rest of them laughed.

"Don't worry. Not a word to Zedka." Ginny lied, patting the blushing bridegroom, before leaving the room, Hermione at her heels.

Harry watched Ginny leave, admiring the confident yet feminine sway to her hips as she moved.

He was done for. That much was obvious.

"Harry, why do you look so constipated?" Ron asked.

Harry felt a twinge of fear, hoping Ron had not seen whom he had been staring at. Remus snorted into his goblet at Ron's crudeness.

"Actually, Ron's right. You look worse than Moony over here." Sirius smirked.

"What is that supposed to mean, Paddy?" Remus questioned, his strength returning.

"You better not call me that." Sirius warned.

At the defiant look his friend shot him,

"Isn't Zedka's father Patrick, called Paddy by his family?"

Remus quelled instantly, memories of his intimidating father-in-law running through his head.

" I thought he had a soft spot for you?" Harry asked, relieved that the attention was of him.

"That is only because I am named after one of the founder of Rome. That's it. The fact that I am a werewolf does not sit well with him."

Remus shivered, thinking about The Talk he had received from Patrick Bernoulli when he had asked for Zedka's hand in marriage.

"It's always in the name, isn't it?" Sirius asked, with a mock sombre look on his face as he stood by a window with light snowflakes dancing outside.

Their house at Godric Valley was beautiful, with the main living room and two wings covered slightly toward the front, encircling a large garden, which Sirius could see from where he stood. The large field was covered with ropes and poles for tents and pavilions.

A special entrance was cut into the bank leading from the twisting road through the gently rolling hills right up to the tall wrought iron main gate with a low rose colored brick wall bordering the field and the house.

" Siriusly?" Remus joked.

Ron stared at him, awe struck.

"Why, you're in a really jolly mood aren't you? I was a nervous wreck on my big day."

"Tell me about it." Harry grimaced in recollection.

"You lads, suffering from short term amnesia? Do you remember the throwing up gig our dear Remus did a few moments ago. This calm cool Malfoy worthy act is due to the calming potion than our dear Ginny made." Sirius shook his head, as Remus shot him a disgruntled look.

The mention of Ginny's name seemed to thunder through Harry's head. What was wrong with him? He had to get a grip of himself.

"And the look of sheer pain returns." Sirius announced in the booming voice of a game show host as he waved his arm in Harry's direction.

"I'd say Harry's in love." He continued with a maddeningly superior air.

"In love? Harry looks as if the worst has happened to him." Ron argued.

"What could be worse than the total agony of being in love?"

Sirius reasoned as he settled himself in the armchair, hefting his legs onto the coffee table.

"Total agony." Remus repeated, as if trying out the feel of the words as they rolled off his tongue.

Then with a wry smile,

"I like this agony." He remarked.

"Could you all stop talking about me as if I am not here!" Harry burst out.

The other three men stared at him.

"We stopped talking about you quite some time ago, mate." Ron pointed out in a patronizing tone of voice that grated on Harry's already frayed nerves.

"Delayed reaction that's what love does, I tell ya." Sirius teased.

"For the record, I am not in love." Harry muttered, a muscle twitching in his clenched jaw.

"Oh. Okay." Sirius murmured, unconvinced.

"All this love talk makes me sick."

"But love is all around, Ronniekins!"

"Fred! George!" Sirius greeted.

Ron groaned as the duo from hell and rich owners of WWW stepped through the fireplace, dressed in missed matched suits.

Harry did not groan. The twins made for a lively distraction from the annoying discussion of his non-existent love life.

Or so Harry thought.

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