Disclaimer: Alas, I own nothing. Well, ok, so I do own some things. But I assure you, HP is not one of them.
A/N: I hope you don't want to kill me for not writing much lately, but the very steamy (and rated M!) scene at the end of this should help to curb your hatred for me. Hope you like it! It was my first time writing one like that…so if it seems weird, tell me. If you don't like it, please, no flames.
Only constructive criticism, thank you, and…
Have A Nice Day! ( I LOVE BON JOVI!)
Chapter Five:
It felt wonderful there, in his arms. Nothing else seemed to matter. They had been like this ever since the first dance, each too lost in the other to notice that there was no more music playing, and that they were the only ones still on the floor. Everyone else had settled down and was starting to eat dinner.
"So, what are you doing on Friday?" Oliver asked after they were finished discussing why Hermione didn't like to fly.
Hermione stared at him in shock. "What do you mean?" she asked, rather dumbly. It seemed that everything she said sounded like the most obtuse thing in the world when said to him.
He smiled at her. His wonderful, sparkling white smile. She blushed. "I meant just what I said. What are you doing on Friday?"
She racked her brain. "Nothing significant. Probably going to go over a few patient files. Why?" She said, looking at him with an innocent expression.
"Well, I was going to suggest something, if you weren't busy, but I can see that you are…so…" He began, but she stopped him.
"No, actually, I don't have to do that. It's just better than sitting around and doing nothing, that's all. What were you going to suggest?" She asked, hoping that her zeal didn't cause him to change his mind.
He looked relieved. "Well, I suggest that you spend the entire day with me. I can show you that flying isn't such a bad thing when done right. You can't base everything on your experience with a Hippogriff, now can you?" He asked, wittily.
She smiled. Flying wasn't her strong point, and neither was heights, but if it meant a date with him…and he did have a good point. Her extent of flying was limited to a Hippogriff named Buckbeak during her third year. Not exactly the same as a broom…
"Sure. I'd love to." She said, earning another smile from him.
"Great. I'll pick you up at midday. Is that alright?" She nodded and the two stopped talking for a few minutes, which caused them to look around, which then caused them to notice that they were the only ones on the dance floor.
"Great. That's a bit embarrassing." Hermione said, smiling at him while trying to hide her colour.
He just laughed, which caused her to laugh, which then caused them both to erupt into hysterics.
When they regained their equanimity, he grabbed her hand. "Come on, let's go get some air." He said, leading her to the balcony.
(I have to say that when I was writing this, I was thinking of the Bon Jovi song called 'Always', so if you listen to that it will go along with the mood.)
"Ginny, I have to say that that was the best dinner that I have ever had." Harry said once they had finished cleaning up. He had insisted on doing the dishes by hand, and she had insisted that she do them, so the two had finally settled on him doing them by magic. After all, she did cook.
"Why thank you, Mr. Potter. That was the best company I have ever had during dinner." She said, smiling at him. They were now in the living room curled up on the divan by the fire.
"Awww…you spoil me, you really do." He said, smirking. She laughed.
"I try."
There was a few minutes of silence.
"Ginny?" Harry said.
"Hmm..?"
"Do you know how it felt for me to come home and you be here, waiting on me?" He asked.
She shook her head.
"Well, it felt good." He paused. "No, it felt unbelievable." He said. "The point being that I don't ever want to come home to a house without you in it."
She sat up and stared at him, eyes wide with incredulity.
"Now, I can wait a year or so, or until whenever you're ready, but…I…Well, you see…"
"Harry Potter, what are you saying?" Ginny asked, her stomach doing the back stroke.
He smiled. "What I'm trying to say is, Ginny, I want you to be my wife. I want to come home every day and know that you are here. I want to argue over who does the dishes after dinner, I want to sit by the fire, curled up with you, I want…"But he didn't get to finish that sentence, for she had leaped on him, capturing his lips in an ardent kiss.
"Oh, Harry. Are you serious?" She asked him when they pulled apart.
He looked her dead in the eye. "Yes. That is, if you want it." He said, sticking his hand in his pocket and withdrawing a box. "This was given to me by Remus…It was my mums…She would have wanted my future wife to wear it…If you'll have me, that is."
Ginny's eyes welled up with tears. This was it. The moment that she had dreamed about her entire life, and it was happening right now…. Smiling broadly, she hugged him tightly.
"Oh Harry! Of course I'll have you! I'll have you today, I'll have you tomorrow, and I'll have you for the rest of my life!" She said, kissing him again through her tears.
He was smiling too, and their were unshed tears in his eyes. "Your brothers are going to kill me, you know." He said.
She laughed despite herself. "No they won't, if I have anything to do with it." She said, kissing him again.
This time their kiss was more fervent. Ginny suddenly felt very sober. There were no longer tears in her eyes.
Pulling him to her, she felt the heat rise to her face. She was suddenly ready for so much more than kissing. She arranged herself so that he was now laying on top of her.
"Ginny, I, am I too heavy?" he asked, pulling back and looking at her.
She shook her head and grabbed his chin, drawing his face back down to hers. A few minutes later she began tugging at his shirt, trying to get it off of him. She longed to feel his skin, to run her hands all over him.
He sat up. "Ginny, I…I mean…If your not ready, we can stop." He said.
She shook her head. "No. I want this, Harry. I've always wanted this." She said, taking her own shirt off.
He looked at her. 'Merlin, she's so beautiful', he thought, taking in her pink bra that went wonderfully with her hair, and her stomach, which had freckles dotted here and there, sort of like a road map to some forbidden place. He suddenly felt very ready for this too. He quickly took his shirt over his head and leaned forward to capture her mouth with his.
"God, Gin, You're so beautiful." He said, causing her to kiss him all the more zealously. She reached her hands behind her back, struggling with the clasp of her bra. When she couldn't get it herself, Harry reached back and helped her. She then took the time to undo the button and the zipper to his pants. As he wriggled out of them, she undid hers and threw them into the pile of their other clothes at the foot of the divan.
Her eyes bathed over him. He was even more incredible than she had imagined. He was very trim and muscular, but not too muscular, and the way his boxers fit him made her want to just rip them off, not caring whether or not she was being too rough.
As they shed their last bits of clothes, Harry looked at her seriously. "Ginny, it's not too late. I can stop, if you want me to." He said. She shook her head and grabbed him, pulling him to her. He positioned himself so that he was over top of her, and Ginny opened her legs to allow him access. He gently entered her, being careful not to be as rough as he would have wanted.
"Tell me if I hurt you, ok?" He said, receiving a nod from her. Slowly he began pushing in, delving into depths that he had never explored before, feeling a wonderful sensation that just wasn't the same when you did it yourself.
Ginny gritted her teeth when he had first entered, because the feeling that she felt was somewhat painful. After a few times, though, it became more and more bearable to her. Not exactly pleasant, but it was her first time, after all. She patiently allowed him to reach his climax, feeling him tremble with pleasure when he did so, her ever so often nipping at his neck.
When he finished, he leaned closer to her so that he was completely against her, pushing his pelvis against hers and moving in circles and up and down motions. Ginny was in heaven. Slowly, but surely, she was loosing her self control. She let out a moan of pleasure when she finally reached her climax and captured his lips in another kiss.
When they were done, they collapsed onto each other on the couch, each drained and sweaty.
Harry was the first to speak. "Ginny, are you all right?" he asked, looking at her with concern in his eyes.
She nodded. "Yes, Harry, I'm fine. I love you." She said, enveloping him into a hug.
He smiled into her hair. "I love you too, Gin. Always." he said, and they each lay there in a pleasant silence.