A/N: I'm back guys! I'll keep this ramble short.
Sorry it's been so long faithful readers. I've got a relatively free weekend (well, except going to see my sister tomorrow for the day at her university a few hours away from here) but I can't get on the internet at the moment so all I can say is thanks for being here for me. Even if you don't review or anything I still really appreciate you reading this, it means a lot. Chapter time!
DISCLAIMER: Oh yeah, in case you didn't know, I really don't own Harry Potter or anything like that. I might be able to afford going to university or a grand piano if I did. -sigh- that piano in my music store is killing me…
PS. I've got a bit of a "shower scene" coming up at the end of the chapter, skip it if it's not your thing. It's one of the reasons why I needed to rate this the way I did, right? Enjoy!
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Harry and Ron were sitting up in Ron's room again, and the storm was still raging outside the window, though with less ferocity as before. Harry felt like he was trying to contain that storm inside himself however, because Ron was getting on his nerves.
"Why don't you just owl her? Or floo her?" Ron asked for the thousandth time that day. Not that Harry was counting. It was just getting really irritating.
"RON!" Harry shouted.
"Yeah, Harry?" Ron looked unperturbed by his friend's outburst.
"If I floo her, will you shut up!"
"Yeah, I will."
"Right then." Harry stormed from the room, slamming the door behind him.
When he was sure Harry had gone down the stairs, Ron broke into loud guffaws at the look on Harry's face when he yelled at him to shut it.
"I can hear you Ron! Shut it!" Harry's voice was muffled but still managed to reach his ears. He just laughed harder.
Ah, he's too easy to bother these days.
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Harry sat down at the Weasley's kitchen table, ignoring Ron's display of immaturity. He sighed and put his head in his arms on the table. When his head was down, he didn't see the flames of the fireplace turn from orange to green, but jerked his head up when he heard someone fall over and curse loudly. His breath caught in his throat when he saw who it was, then managed to croak out,
"Ginny…" She jumped up from the floor brushing soot off her clothes and hair. Merlin, you're beautiful no matter what, even covered in soot he thought.
"Oh…Harry… I guess I'll go now, then?" She moved toward the door.
"Wait!" She paused, and looked at him. Her once shining eyes were dull and full of pain. "Please, Ginny, I need to talk to you."
She nodded and dropped lifelessly into the chair at the end of the table, eyes downcast. Harry got up and sat in the chair next to her, and moved to touch her hand but she jerked it away from him.
"I was so wrong in June. This isn't easier for either of us to be apart. I…" Harry trailed off. He swallowed hard, and continued in a whisper. "I can't do this alone, Ginny. I… I need you."
Ginny looked up from the table, her eyes brimming with tears.
"You, Harry Potter, are a very stupid boy sometimes." Without warning she threw herself at his neck and started crying soundlessly on his shoulder. Caught off-guard, Harry just wrapped his arms around her and let her cry. When he kissed her head however, she froze and took her arms away from his neck.
"Ok, we need to set some things straight here, Harry. I've missed you like hell while you ditched me to go gallivanting off with Hermione and Ron. When you came back without Hermione, you locked yourself in Ron's room with him with no explanation as to what the bloody hell you three were doing when you got attacked and she was taken! Now why would you do that to us? Why would you do that to… me?"
Harry just watched her, transfixed. Her bright orange hair seemed to be glowing in her anger. He knew it was just the firelight reflecting off her hair, but he couldn't tear his eyes away from her.
"Harry!" Her voice snapped him out of it, and he said
"I'm sorry Ginny. I should've told you this when it was happening. Maybe things would've turned out better. Look, maybe we can talk about this after you've had something to eat?" Harry offered, trying to be helpful. She stood up, and in her anger sparks seemed to fly from her eyes.
"Harry James Potter! Stop trying to keep me from the truth, damn it! You may think you're protecting me, but how do you think I'm going to be safe if I don't know what's going on? I'm not a child! I love you, and I don't want you to go off and get killed by You-Know-Who!"
"Voldemort." She flinched. "No Ginny, this is important. Dumbledore…" Harry paused, but went on, "Dumbledore told me once that fear of the name increases fear of the thing itself. And if you can't hear his name, then how can you possibly fight him? If you can't say his name, you're just letting him win."
"Fine… I don't want you to be killed by… Voldemort" She shuddered, and looked like she had just eaten a vomit-flavoured Every Flavour Bean. Harry stood up and hugged her tightly. They fit perfectly together, her forehead nestled in his neck
"Wait… what did you say before?" Harry whispered.
"You heard me. I'm not saying that git's name again today." Ginny whispered back.
"No, before that… You love me?"
She chuckled quietly into his shirt. "You ask me that like you've never heard it before."
"Not from you I haven't. And just so you know… I love you too, Ginny." His voice trembled.
She looked up at him, saw the unshed tears in his eyes and smiled.
"Oh, Harry." She pulled his head down and kissed him, and warmth spread through his whole body. When she pulled away, he was sure she could hear his heart pounding. She grinned naughtily and said teasingly,
"You know Harry if I didn't know better, I'd think you weren't very pleased to see me from the way you kissed me just there –" She was cut off by his lips closing hungrily onto hers. His tongue teased her bottom lip until she opened them and let him in.
Time stood still for the two young lovers as they kissed with passion in the Weasley's small kitchen until –
"Harry! Ginny!" They broke apart and looked guiltily up at Molly Weasley who was holding onto a threatening-looking wooden spoon. She shook it at them for a moment, then smiled and grabbed both of them into a crushing hug.
"Oh, I'm so happy for you two! I knew you'd get back together…" She looked about to burst into tears.
"Mum! Let us go! I've got to go change!" Ginny wriggled out of her mother's arms and tugged on Harry's arm until her mother let him go.
"Oh, you're both covered in soot. Go clean up, dinner's in an hour." At that, Harry and Ginny dashed up the stairs.
"Thank goodness she let us go. I thought I was going to get hit with that spoon," Harry joked as they reached Ginny's door. She giggled, opened the door to her room and stepped in. Harry stopped, unsure of whether or not she wanted him to come in. I ought to start thinking with my brain instead of …other things right now. She probably just wants to shower and change into fresh clothes.
Ginny grinned and winked at him as she pulled him in and shut the door. As though she knew what he had been thinking, she said
"I desperately need a shower. I don't suppose…you'd like to join me? You are covered in soot from my clothes." Her cheeks turned slightly pink.
He blushed too. "Won't your mum kill me?"
"Not if she never knows. I'm certainly not going to tell her." Harry thought about this for a moment, and then grinned. Stepping close to Ginny, he whispered into her ear,
"Lead on, my fair maiden."
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Standing in her bathroom (A/N: I'm not sure if she'd have her own in canon, but I'm all for giving her a separate one from all the boys. It makes my story work, so I'm putting it under "creatively added thingies". If you don't like it too bad! -sticks tongue out-) with Harry just on the other side of the door, knowing he was most likely naked and awaiting her opening the door, was making her very nervous. She would never admit it, but she'd never actually done this before. Sure, she'd given blowjobs and stuff at school, but she was still a virgin. She was secretly hurt by the vicious rumours spread around the school about her being easy which was why all the guys wanted to date her, or at least pretend long enough to get into her pants. But Harry loves me for me. Doesn't he? She thought back to when they'd dated at school. Most of the "action" had been initiated by her, and she realized that Harry hadn't actually been in a relationship with any other girls except that brief thing with Cho. He's probably pretty nervous right now too. She quietly cast a silencing charm, smiled, and opened the door.
He was sitting on her bed, still fully clothed as she walked out of her bathroom holding a towel around her otherwise naked self. He looked up and his jaw dropped. She smiled self-consciously at him and went over to him. He appeared to have lost the ability to speak so she said,
"You alright there, Harry?" She knelt on the floor in front of him holding her towel with one hand and put the other on his knee. She knew it was a bit cruel to be teasing him like this, but it was so much fun! She slid her hand up his leg and saw him swallow hard. Abruptly she stood up and grabbed his hand, then took him into the bathroom with her.
She picked up her wand that she left by the sink and flicked it at the shower. Immediately the water came on, and she put her wand back down. Slipping a hand under Harry's shirt she whispered,
"Are you ready Harry?" He opened his mouth, but nodded instead of speaking. She immediately slid his tee shirt off him.
"Ginny, do you know what you're doing to me?" He has regained the ability to speak apparently! Excellent she thought.
"I'm not sure what you're talking about Harry," she said innocently as her hands snuck lower on his torso then undid the button on his jeans. He groaned when she unzipped them and he took things into his own hands, getting out of those confining pants as fast as possible. Aha, now I know exactly what I'm doing to him she thought as she observed him in his boxers. Turning her back to him, she dropped her towel and hopped into the shower. He followed right behind her after he got out of those pesky boxers.
"Ginny, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen." His green eyes gazing at her seemed to eat her alive.
"You're not bad yourself, Harry," she said as she ran her hands up his arms and moved close to him. You know I always wanted a bit bigger of a shower, but I don't think I really need any space right now, and felt a certain something poking her in the stomach. Wow his hair is actually lying flat right now! –No, really Ginny? You're just in the shower with him, water running all over his body… -mmm he IS good looking… -Well I'm glad I'm not arguing with myself in my head, because that would be crazy! –Shut up and kiss him!
He beat her to it, lifting her chin and kissing her with a fiery passion that rivalled the little display that her mum caught them in the middle of in the kitchen. One of his hands snuck from her waist and pinched her bottom while the other slid up and cupped her breast. Their breathing sped up as her lips moved from his down his neck, down his chest until she was kneeling in front of him. She looked up at him, and simply asked,
"Harry?" When he nodded, she ran her tongue over him until he moaned. She was glad of the silencing charm she placed over the room as they explored each others bodies in the warm water of her shower.
How about that, guys? Too much, too little? Click the little "review" button to tell me what you think! This has been the longest chapter yet! I've been getting pleas for long chapters, but was thinking of breaking this into two separate ones. Don't hesitate to drop me a line!
