Ron looked at Harry, he was thinking hard. "I've got an idea!" And he left the room leaving Harry sitting on his bed.
Ron went downstairs to Ginny's room, which was on the second floor. He knocked and Hermione answered.
"Hermione, I need to speak to you … privately." He looked around the door and saw Ginny sitting on her bed, puffy eyed. "Sorry, Gin."
Ron and Hermione made their way back up to Ron's room where Harry was waiting. Harry saw Hermione and his jaw dropped, Ginny had obviously given her a make-over. She was wearing a tight pair of three-quarter length jeans which showed her curvy hips and a small top which showed a bare, toned stomach. Now she wasn't hidden underneath her baggy school robes, Harry noticed her breasts, he hadn't realised they were so … large. Her hair was straight and dyed a golden brown colour. She was beautiful.
Ron caught him staring and nudged him hard, he came back to his senses. He cleared his throat. "Hey 'Mione," he said getting up and hugging her tightly. He could feel her breasts rubbing against his chest. "You look stunning!" He whispered so Ron couldn't hear. She blushed, gave him a friendly kiss on the cheek and turned to Ron.
"What is it, Ron?"
"Oh … um … Harry wanted to talk to Ginny so I thought you better come up here."
Hermione eyed Harry seriously. "Harry, she's really upset, so go easy on her."
Harry slowly made his way to Ginny's room, he was scared. He often felt scared before Quidditch matches and scared when he was in the Triwizard Tournament, but this was a different scared. He reached Ginny's room and smelt the familiar flowery smell. He knocked.
"Ron! Go away! I'm not in the mood!" Just hearing her voice made Harry weak at the knees and it was then he realised just how much he loved Ginny Weasley.
"Its not Ron … It's me … It's me Harry. Can I come in, Ginny?"
Inside, Ginny was in a frantic rush. "Fuck! Fuck Fuck FUCK! Harry's outside!" she thought too herself. "And here I am dressed in my pink fucking piggy pyjamas!"
"Erm … can you wait outside a minute, please Harry." She shouted. She rushed to her wardrobe and pulled on a short denim skirt and tight blouse which showed her cleavage. She hid her pink pyjamas under her pillow and opened her door. She looked at the man she loved and her eyes filled with tears. Part of her wanted to slap him silly for hurting her so much. The other part wanted to snog him senseless, she preferred the latter.
"Can I come in?" He asked again. His voice was deep and husky, unlike the little squeak he had in his first year. Ginny held the door open and he walked in. She followed him in and sat on her bed. Harry was looking around awkwardly. "You can sit down you know. I don't bite."
Harry went and sat down next too Ginny, and before he could stop himself he pulled her into a tight hug, Ginny hugged him back, tears spilling from her eyes.
"Sshh, please don't cry, Gin." Said Harry, softly stroking her red hair.
"I've missed you so much, Harry." She whispered.
"I've only been gone a week."
"I've missed us being together, then." She let go of him and looked straight into his emerald eyes. "I love you so much. Harry." He gently wiped away her tears with his thumb and whispered. "I love you too, Gin. I love you with all my heart." He kissed her cheek. "I've missed this so much," said Ginny, kissing him firmly on the lips. He closed his eyes and gently kissed her back. "Why did she have this effect on me?" He thought.
Harry felt himself drifting away. He was touching her all over. Her breasts, her hips, her thighs. He came back to his senses and pulled back.
"Gin, I can't do this. Not now, not yet." Ginny nodded to show she understood, she lay down on her bed and eyed Harry. He hesitated. "We don't have to do anything. I promise."
Harry lay down next to her and put a hand around her waist. He closed his eyes and he was out like a light, drifting into a sleep with no nightmares too wake him.