A/N: Yo! Janepotter22 here! I hope this was fast enough compared to all my other delays. Thanks for the reviews I got and oh yeah, don't forget to check out my other stories if you haven't Forever, and my new one, Miracles. I got so many reviews for Miracles that it's not even funny. I keep tryin' to see if Dragon Tears: The Next Generation is updated yet, and I have all these reviews getting' in the way. It's not like I don't want any more reviews – believe me I love them!—but I just love that story so much! You should check it out! Any who gotta go type this chappie six for y'ahll.
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Disclaimer: I don't own the Harry Potter characters or any of its past events in the six books. I don't even own Felice, Anita, and… most of this chappie's events. REVIEW!
Oh yeah, and the lyrics... well, I wish I'd written them instead of Shakira... tee hee Review!
Chapter Six: Something
William Lucius Malfoy stirred as his mother and soon-to-be stepfather woke him up for his three a.m. feeding. He was only two months old, and was starting to look like his father more and more. He has short, white blonde hair and grey eyes. His mother, Ginny scooped him into her arms and carried him over to the bed with her finance, Harry Potter. Ginny pulled off her long night shirt and gave it to Harry, who set it beside him on the bed. He watched Ginny, entranced by her beauty and how she was so used to being a mother.
Ginny cooed at Bill and tickled him a little until he managed to latch onto her nipple and suck the rich milk from his mum's breast.
"He's so sweet," said Harry, still beaming up at Ginny.
"Yes," Ginny agreed.
"When can... Draco take him out?"
"While we're on our honeymoon." Harry smiled at that, leaned in and gave Ginny a kiss.
Harry had proposed to Ginny a month before young Bill was born. He sold the Potter Mansion and he and Ginny moved into a small cattoge on the outskirts of the south of Scotland. It's in a wizard town by the name of Moor Hill.
William was born at the Burrow on the third of March, Harry and her mother coaching her through it as she gave birth in a tub of luke warm water.
They were protected from the paparazzi at Moor Hill with the Fidelius Charm, Mrs. Weasley as the secret keeper. Of course Harry let the rest of the Weasley family know, but not Draco. Harry and Ginny had to go to the Burrow in order for Draco to pick up Maeve or see his son, and Anita seldom let Leisel stay in touch with her father. Last Harry heard, she was moving back to Spain with her parents and her old boyfriend before Harry.
The couple also owned another house over near Tolouse, France. Fleur used to live there over the summer holidays when she wasn't at Beauxbatons.
"I love you so much, Ginny," Harry murmered lazily. And then he yawned.
"I think we ought to go to bed now," Ginny whispered into Harry's ear, and then kissed the top of his head.
William soon finished feeding for the night and fell back to his slumber the second Ginny had placed him in his bassinette. She crawled into bed next to Harry, and curled into his arms, falling into unconciousness almost as instantly as Bill.
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Quand tu me prends dans tes bras (when you take me in your arms...)
Quand je regarde tes yeux (when I stare into your eyes...)
Je vois qu'un Dieu existe (I believe that God exists...)
Ce n'est pas dur d'y croire... (This is not hard to believe...)
July 14
Molly tied the thin silk ribbon of Ginny's corset as tight as it would go. Then she placed a soft hand on her shoulder and turned her so that she was facing her. Brown eyes to brown eyes.
Molly's brown eyes were stinging with tears at this moment... again. Then a few of them spilled onto her own satin mauve gown despite her efforts to keep them away.
"Oh, Ginny, I love you so much!" She pulled Ginny into a motherly embrace and held on for dear life as though she thought Ginny mught fall dead right there and if she kept a tight enough hold on her, she wouldn't disperse into nothingness; she'd be safe...
"Don't cry, Mum," Ginny said, trying to calm her mother down. But she started crying too, until Molly stopped her by saying she would ruin her mascara. Ginny dried her eyes on a sparse pink tissue that was in the dressing room. Apparantly somebody knew she was going to need it.
"You're finally marrying Harry!" Hermione said, who had just walked into the private quarter of the spacious(that how you spell it?) room.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed. Hermione was dressed in a light yellow dress that matched her bouquet of yellow tulips. Her dress that was also made of satin. Her hair was done in an elegant updo with small curls over her ears. Light eye shadow covered her eyelids and soft pink lipgloss graced her small lips. "I love you Hermione... " Ginny sniffed and continued, "Now help me put on my dress, please." She smiled sheepishly at Hermione who obliged to Ginny's request.
An ivory-colored satin dress flew gracefully over Ginny's head and slipped perfectly onto her tiny figure--the corset having had a very little, yet helpful part in doing that for her. It hugged her waist and bony hips and then a lace-type fabric flourished over her lower thighs, knees, legs and ankles. Then it flowed out, back into a short train.
She smiled at herself in the full-length mirror opposite herself. Luna and her other bride's maid, Angela, walked up behind her and gave her shoulders reassuring squeezes.
"You look amazing!" exclaimed Angela, her raven curls bouncing around her ears jovially.
"Even better than last time," Luna agreed.
'Of course I do,' Ginny thought. When she had married Draco, she wasn't as ready as she was completely ready now. She was so anxious and so unsure him that it showed. 'I didn't have this radiance and confidence in myself then, that I do now... or this dress."Her other dress was off-the-shoulder, whereas her current one was strapless. It was more sophistcated, this dress... 'I actually love Harry...'
"Yes, you do look absolutely gorgeous..." whispered Ginny's mother in her ear, pulling her out of her reverie.
"Everything is just going my way... finally," she exclaimed before her father knocked on the oak door of the spare room in her and Harry's cottage in Moor Hill.
"Are you girls decent?" he asked, just outside the door.
"Oh, Arthur? Come on in! Take a look at our daughter! She's just absolutely stunning." Molly called.
Arthur stepped fully inside the small room, and took a brief peek at Ginny before a few tears escaped his eyes and rolled down his lined face.
"Oh, Dad," Ginny sobbed. She gave him a tight hug before releasing and dabbing her eyes with another pink tissue that was scented with rose water.
"They're waiting for you all... Molly? Bill's waiting to escort you to your seat." Molly gave Ginny one last kiss on the cheek before rushing past Angela, Luna, and Hermione and down to the back door that led to the garden.
Angela left shortly after her, accompanied by Seamus Finnigan. Then Luna, escorted by Neville Longbottom, her husband of seven years. And finally, Hermione, the Matron of Honor ... again, escorted by her husband of nine years, and Ginny's closest brother, Ronald Weasley. Ron was also the Best Man.
Ginny and Arthur stepped into the hallway, met by Luna's daughter, Andralyn, the flower girl who was five years old. Andralyn handed Ginny her bouquet of yellow tulips. About five minutes after Andralyn had gone to the back door, leading to the garden, the flowery music stopped and Ginny took her first steps with her father to the garden.
Then the gold-flamed candels flickered out, replaced by purple-flamed candels all around the vast garden, creating a majestic glow.
Before I met you I wasn't terribly lucky
Every prince charming lost charm after after 12
Accompanied by her father, Ginny slowly made her way towards Harry who stood beneath an arch covered with vines and many purple and yellow flowers, real fairies resting upon them.
Harry's knees almost gave way at the sight of his bide. She seemed to glow very brightly despite the purple darkness.
Ginny's hair was put up in a high chignon, with small curls over her ears and protruding from the bun itself. She wore the same tiara that Fleur had worn when she married Bill. Her ears were ravished with chandelier earrings made of silver and diamonds. Her perfumed neck wore the very locket that Harry had given her eleven years ago.
Size eight feet secured in beaded silk balllet flats guided Ginny to her groom, slowly however, so that she and Arthur were infront of him and their witness, Albus Dumbledore.
"Who is to give Miss Weasley away?" Dumbledore asked in a tranquil voice.
"I am," replied Mr. Weasley, who then lightly pushed her towards Harry. Ginny handed her bouquet to Hermione, whose eyes were shining with tears.The couple locked hands together and stared deeply into each other's eyes.
"We have gathered here this day in holy matromony .." began the aging professor. But Ginny drowned him out, listening to the thumping of her heart which she was so sure every two-hundred guests could hear. And then Harry began his vows...
"Once we started dating, I instantly fell in love with you. You haunted my dreams in ways that if Ron new Legillimency, he would surely kill me." Ginny blushed and Harry just smiled. "I never wanted to wake up, but I always did to see you... in person. And then that night on your birthday, I fell even more deeply in love with you.
"And then, I went away to Quidditch with Ron--who was still clueless-- and met somebody. I made the mistake in fooling around with her, and you and I were over, because I hurt you so much. For the ten years that we've been apart, I though about you day and night. And I couldn't figure out why I would ever do something like I did-- especially to you.
"I mean, look at you-- you are the most beautiful woman I've ever met, and I know our children together will be just as wonderful. She couldn't even be compared to you Ginny-- her personality, mind, and... body. You are perfect even with your faults.
"I vow to never hurt you like that ever again. To love you every day and kiss you and hold you. to tell you how beautiful you are. If you think you're fat, I don't care, because I'll love you no matter how you look, no matter what you do, I love you..."
His mini speech ended with a tear from Ginny. She wiped it away quickly before starting.
"I've always loved you, Harry. And you saved my life-- on more than one occasion. And you're saving my life right now.
"All the other guys I've dated were immature, but you were always down to Earth and charming. I decided that I wanted to be with you forever that day. When I turned eighteen. No matter how clueless all my brothers were. I hadn't forgotten about that over the ten years we were split up. And now, from today on, I'll get my wish and dream come true..."
And then you came and made the past look so funny
Put my old sadness to sleep on a shelf.
"I'll always have that same infatuation for you that I had when I first saw you," Ginny whispered into Harry's ear forty-five minutes later while they were eating the dinner at the weddeng reception. It was almosteight o'clock and it wasn't even dusk yet, seeing how it was July the fourteenth; midsummer.
"Really?" Harry asked, in mock shock.
"Yep." Ginny giggled girlishly, just a bit tipsy from her champagne.
"Shall we dance, my daughter?" asked Arthur Weasley, once a flowery tune started playing from the fairies now scattered about the large garden of the cottage.
"Sure," Ginny said softly, then her father swept her into his arms and onto the wooden platform that was to be the dance floor.
Holding Ginny carefully in his arms, Arthur spun her round and round to the up beat latin tune. The music slowed to a stop three minutes later and then Harry took over from there. Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry, who was now her husband, and rested her head on his chest, while they swayed from side to side to the slow flowery song, No, by Shakira. Even though the song was somewhat melancholic, it was pretty and somehow fit the occasion.
"I love you so much," Harry whispered into Ginny's ear. "I will never hurt you again."
Ginny looked up into his eyes and smiled. "That's in the past now. We won't ever talk about that again, okay?"
Harry nodded.
"I love you," Ginny whispered back.
If this was meant to be
Don't condemn me to be free
And even if we never marry
I will always love you, baby...childishly...
Cause something
You've got something I can't resist
Things are what they will be
When I look into your eyes they say to me
That God still exists
And there's something
You've got something I can't resist
Things are what they will be
When I look into your eyes they say to me
That God still exists
You make me believe
You make me believe
At about eleven that night, the newly married couple found thier way to their hotel in Honolulu, Hawaii. After checking in to suite number 714, Harry carried Ginny up to their room and set her on the queen-sized bed. Ginny was still in her ivory silk dress.
"I'm gonna go and get us some wine," Harry offered. Ginny nodded.
The bed that she lay on had white bedsheets with intricate swirl designs on them-- similar to the designs on Ginny's locket-- in a deep blue, made of satin. There were rose petals on the bed, since it was her and Harry's honeymoon, and little chocolates on the many pillows. She lay her head down on one of the deep blue pillows for a few minutes then Harry walked into the large bedroom, laden with two wine glasses and a blottle of red wine, imported from France.
He sat on the side of the bed and the extra weight stirred Ginny from her mini rest. Harry filled her cup with the bitter, crimson liquid and handed her her glass. She took a small sip, Harry mimicking her moves and then set her glass on the bed-side table next to the phone and alarm clock. Harry took more generous "sips", emptying his glass within seconds, and setting it next to Ginny's full glass.
"I'm sleepy," Ginny said without thinking.
"Are you really? Well, I can fix that for you... if you want me to," Harry said in a seductive voice. Ginny's eys widened with dawned comprehension and then smirked. She leaned forward and made the first move, giving Harry a long kiss, moving her lips against his and smiling against them. Harry didn't hesitate to deepen the kiss, opening his mouth and licking Ginny's lips, silently asking for entrance to her mouth. Ginny opened her mouth and her tongue explored Harry's mouth, his doing the same to hers.
His hands slowly explored her body, memorizing it and touching her in ways he hadn't in eleven years, causing her to arch her body against his and gasp. She moaned as his hands massaged her back, slowly unzipping her dress, as to not mess it up or rip it. The ivory silk fell off Ginny's corseted chest and waist, then Harry slid the rest of it off with ease, throwing it into the chintz armchair beside the bed delicately.
Ginny was left in her corset and blue lace panties that matched the designs on the bedspread.
I love the temperature and smell of your body
The shape of your lips, this size of your nose
I love how everything you say is so funny
Plus you're the best kisser that I've ever known
Harry caressed Ginny's face with the back of his hand and gave her a hard and unexpected kiss before lifting her ever so slightly off the bed so that she voluntarily arched her body so that he could untie her corset. Once the knot was undone, Ginny was relieved to finally breath the normal way once more. Also, the corset slid off of her small chest with ease, for the umpteenth time, exposing her erect nipples.
Harry bent his head low over her left breast and placed his mouth over the nipple, lickeing and caressing it with his tongue. This sent shivers through Ginny. That was the first time that Harry ever did that over the ten or so times they were ever intimate with each other those eleven years ago. It felt very sexy and erotic, that she let a moan escape her lips before pushing her hips into Harry's, feeling his erection through his black bottoms.
That was when she realized that she was the only one undressed, besides her panties, that were extremely wet between the thigh area, to say the least. Her breathing became heavy as she unbuttoned Harry's shirt in her haste to be close to him again, soon.
You see the way I am
Without makeup, without clothes
And you accept me like nobody
And I will always love you, baby... with eyes closed...
Harry's and Ginny's undergarments were finally removed, but Harry felt the need to tease Ginny some more. He knew she hated that yet loved it all the same.
But his teasing was put on hold... there was something different about Ginny... physically. She had gained a bit of weight, sure, but who doesn't when they get older or if they become pregnant? Her hips were definitely wider... probably from both pregnancies with Maeve and William. Her breasts were different... not as he remembered them. They were different... somehow...
Yet, she was perfect this way.
"I love you," he whispered into her ear as her lay on top of her and pushed into her, hard. He thread his fingers through hers, holding them in his hand tightly. Ginny gasped at the intoxicating feeling of love that almost had disappeared from her memory completely...
"I love you... too," she managed before she let her mind go elsewhere with every push Harry thrusted. Their love was complete; sex, marriage, and whispered promises in each other's ears. Yes, this was what love was like. They both remembered in the moments of heir intimacey, what love was like when they were with each other back when they were younger.
They wrapped and protected each other with their bodies and love in a most private and intimate embrace, thriving in ecstacy...
Cause something
You've got something I can't resist
Things are what they will be
When I look into your eyes they say to me
That God still exists
And there's somehting
You've got something I can't resist
Things are what they will be
When I look into your eyes they say to me
That God still exists
You make me believe
You make me believe...
"Aaaaaahhh!" Ginny climaxed at just the right time, her body twitched and shivered against Harry's as he too came to his most strongest orgasm yet. Fertilizing his second ever child with the one woman he only ever loved: Ginny. His new wife.
He collapsed atop of her, covered in sweat all over his body. Hisfingers still intertwined through hers. He pulled from Ginny minutes later, once his soul had returned to his body, and he regained his physical strength. Their breathing became even as one, as they fell asleep, in each other's arms and love...
Quand tu me prends dans tes bras
Quand je regarde tes yeux
Je vois qu'un Dieu existe
Ce n'est pas dur d'y croire...
Cause something... I believe
Cause something... I believe
There's something... I believe, I do
You make me believe...
A/N: Yo! I've finally finished! This story is now complete baby! Woo hoo! so... review now that you've read. And don't forget that these lyrics were written ans sung by Shakira, and I'm sorry I had Shakira playing at their wedding, but I was listening to her as I wrote this and it was just the only song that I could come up with at the time...
On a different note... guess who's turnin' the big 1-4? C'mon, just guess. Is it:
a) me, b) you, or is it c) my friend.
If you've guessed A, then you are CORRECTOMUNDO! Woo hoo!
December the 22 babeh!
Oh, and uh, Merry Christmas/Happy Chaunukah(is that spelled correctly?)/ Happy Kwanzaa to y' all! tee hee
Read Dragon Tears: The Next Generation, and my other stories. I might be comin' out w/ a sequel to Forever..., ya know, the grrl on grrl action with Ginny and Luna... Sokay, REVIEW! .
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P.S.! This Shakira song is called Something as the chappie is called this...(...duh...) And as you can read, there is some French in it. ...Actually, I was pretty psyched when I saw shw spoke English, Spanish, AND French, I mean, wo-hoa! tee hee!
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