AN- To 'I'll read pure hinny fics only', sorry, only one chapter at a time. Trying to space them all one week apart.
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Chapter 10
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"And we're sure that this is a good idea?" Harry asked her for the tenth time.
"What exactly do you think is going to happen?" Ginny wondered. "You've met most of them and Ron and you are well on your way to being best mates."
"Yeah, but this time there will be all of them. In one place. I can barely manage the twins, never mind with the other four brothers around."
"It's only going to be for a few hours," she assured him. "Bill and Charlie won't do anything to you, they know they'll have me to deal with if they do. Percy, well, you've met Percy, he'll attempt to keep the twins in line. He'll likely start prattling on about the way things used to be done and how this is not an uncommon situation or something; prattle off some boring facts. And Ron will be totally fine."
"See, I know all that, I just can't get my palms to stop sweating," he said, looking down at his hands like they were intentionally trying to make things worse for him.
Ginny liked that he was this worked up. They'd been officially dating for several weeks, had met up for a few hours in Hogsmeade nearly every weekend, she'd snuck him into the castle and they'd explored a few alcoves behind tapestries. It had all felt like completely normal dating.
Save for the part that she was falling hard for him, that part hadn't happened to her before.
He was just so sweet and smart, attractive and fun.
Now it was Christmas Eve and they'd agreed to split the holidays between their families. Tonight, they were at The Burrow and all of her brothers, along with their significant others, were congregating at the house. She was looking forward to it! It was going to be loud and there would be several bottles of wine shared, likely a bonfire and some fireworks set off.
It was going to be great, and Harry would see that and calm down after a drink.
Tomorrow she was going to be heading over to Potter Manor for the afternoon and dinner. She was the one with something to be worried about out of the two of them. There was much less distraction over at his home.
"Hermione will be here too, and Sirius might be stopping by too," she assured him.
"Yeah, he mentioned that." Harry was still looking nervous.
"Want me to take your mind off it a bit?" she suggested, taking a step towards him and putting her arms around his neck.
He let out a laugh, "oh yes, that'll look good. 'Sorry we were late, I just got distracted carrying on with her against a tree. Womanly wiles and all.' I don't think they'd mind that excuse," he joked.
"Are you saying you don't want to snog me?" she pretended to pout.
"You know I always want to do that, don't play that card. I'm just nervous." He gathered up his reserve and took her hand. "Alright, let's rip off this band aid."
"What's a band aid?" she wondered, but he was already walking them down the snow-covered path towards the house.
When they got inside there was a wall of sound that greeted them. It was warm and loud and there was music playing in the corner.
Ginny loved family Christmas' when they all got together. She reveled in the chaos of it all, and there was always the smell of baking in the air. "The first time I ever had a sip of Firewhiskey, it was at Christmas," she told Harry excitedly, the atmosphere was already getting to her, and she was grinning broadly.
"Did you sneak it, or did someone give it to you?" He didn't look able to keep his eyes from wandering from people to decorations to food. The grip he had on her hand had strengthened as well.
He was cute when he was nervous.
"Both. The twins asked me to sneak it for them, because I'm little and unassuming," she explained. "They let me take a sip as payment. I hated it initially, grew to like it over the years though."
He nodded in response.
"You know what would make us blend in?" she asked. He looked at her expectantly. "If we took our coats off and joined in."
"Right!"
"Ginny!" called Angelina from the other side of the room.
"George's girlfriend," she whispered to Harry. "Ang! Good to see you!" Ginny met her halfway with a hug. She'd been her Quidditch Captain for two years at school and had been thrilled to find out that she and George had started seeing each other, because she'd been really gutted that her and Fred hadn't worked out.
It might have been a bit odd for someone to start up with her ex's identical twin, Angie and George just joked that she'd agreed to date the wrong one initially though. And it appeared to not have bothered Fred in the slightest, and he was the one that had the most right to have a problem with it.
Ginny introduced Harry around and after he got a second drink in him, he calmed down.
Sirius showed up two hours later and by that time she and Harry were nestled in the corner of the kitchen table listening to everyone telling anecdotes.
"See, I told you it wouldn't be weird," Ginny said to him.
"Yes, dear," he said, giving her a kiss just below her ear.
"Enough of that." She gave him a light smack to his thigh for calling her 'dear'.
"This is fun though," he admitted.
"You like them then?" It had been something that worried her. She loved her family, even the most narcissistic of them (Percy) was dear to her heart and she hoped that Harry would get on with them all. If they were going to be tied together forever, she didn't want to compartmentalize her life or play referee.
"I think they're all great," he promised her. "Sirius," he called down to the other side of the table. "You and the twins should tell us all about the business."
"Yes!" Ginny sat up eagerly. "I haven't heard what's going on with it!"
"Element of surprise!" Fred scoffed. "We can't go telling you our secrets now."
"What secrets?" Ginny scoffed back. "I've been cleaning up after you two for years, you don't think I know what you've been developing?"
"Oh yeah?" George challenged and wound his way through the bodies standing having a chat between him and the tree and picked up a box from underneath it. "We're going to do this now!" He managed to get back to the table and put the box down hard, then tried to slide it over to her, knocking several drinks over in the process. "Open it up, close your eyes and guess what each item is."
Ginny grew excited at this game. "I get an early present? I like this." She ripped off the wrapping paper and opened up the box, making sure not to look in and only use her hand to touch the items. "A cylinder of some kind, long, with a sort of straw at the end."
"Fireworks!" chorused everyone around her.
"Yeah," Ginny agreed, "but what kind? I say it's one that blasts off and does pinwheel turns for five minutes straight." She pulled it out and, sure enough, it was a firework, but it didn't do pinwheels. "A dragon?! This one makes it look like a dragon dancing through the sky?" She was so eager to give it a try.
"Neat," Harry took it out of her hand and looked over the pretty packaging on it that explained how to use it, before passing it around so everyone could see.
She stuck her hand back into the box and felt a bottle. It was a small glass bottle with a rounded bottom and a corker on the top. It was too small to be something like a daydream potion she knew they'd been developing. "Some kind of potion. Liquid Luck?" she guessed excitedly. Then she pulled it out and saw that it was a love potion and gave a howl of a laugh.
Ginny turned to Harry then, "what do you reckon? Should I use it and see what happens?"
"In front of your whole family?" he asked incredulously, and everyone roared with laughter.
There were trick wands, disappearing hats, an egg that transfigured into a very lifelike bunny, a boomerang that lit up and turned anyone that it hit purple and several candies that would make the person change color or have steam coming out of their ears, fire coming out of their mouth, etc.
"And none of this is already on the market?" her dad asked, playing with the bunny.
"None of it!" Sirius said proudly. "Triple W will be putting Zonkos out of business in no time!"
Eventually, everyone wound up outside and a big bonfire was started with different powder being thrown into the flames to turn them the colors of the rainbow and the fireworks set off.
"Amazing," her father said as Ginny hugged against his side while they watched the dragon dancing around through the air. "You know, your mother was so worried that they wouldn't be able to make anything of themselves with how they carried on. The number of letters we got home from Hogwarts about them was more than all the rest of you combined. Now look at what they've created," he said proudly. "They are really making something of themselves, aren't they?"
"One thing that I learned from the twins is that anything is possible if you've got enough nerve," Ginny told him.
"They certainly have plenty of that," he chuckled. "And so have you," he told her and hugger her a little tighter against his side for a moment. "You've grown up to be a remarkable woman, you know that?"
"Why? Because of how I'm handling this fate that's been forced on me?"
"Come now, Ginny. I don't think you've had much of an issue with that for a while."
Ginny looked over to her left where she saw Harry was talking with Bill and Charlie and the three of them started laughing. She smiled seeing how well they were getting along.
No, she hadn't had an issue with him being the one she was being forced to marry for a while now. They hadn't discussed the contract in a while, like they'd promised each other. After Christmas was when they said they would start talking about it. "I have one more day before the reality of it sets in," she told her dad. "And I think I'm okay with that now."
He leaned down and gave her a kiss on the head. "You'll be fine. Might even wind up happy," he teased.
"Speaking of," she ducked under his arm and starting walking backwards toward the fire, "I'm going to go and rescue my fiancée."
"Thought it was supposed to be the other way around?" her father grinned.
"Do I look like a distressed damsel to you?" She turned then and walked up to Harry and her eldest brothers.
"Ginny!" Charlie and Bill greeted her loudly and came to give her a hug on either side and a big kiss to her cheek so it was like being sandwiched by two large, slobbery dogs.
"Gross, get off," she pushed them away. "What have you three been talking about?"
"Marina!" Bill said loudly. "I met her when I first started working in Egypt, I didn't know she moved to London. Harry works with her and he's invited me to his Friday work drinks so I can 'run into her' again."
Ginny raised her eyebrows and exchanged a look with Harry, who seemed just as amused as she at how sloppy drunk Bill was. This was interesting information though. "You have a thing for her then?" Ginny asked him.
"Bill claims she was the best shag of his life," Charlie told her, he too sounded very intoxicated.
"Marina," Bill started crooning, "Marina, Marina. I'd love to come and seeeee ya, Marina."
Harry mouthed the word 'wow' to her before turning back to Bill. "You heard me tell you the part where she's married now, right?"
"Yeah, I heard," Bill dismissed. "I won't be trying anything funny; I'd just like to see her again. She was kind of 'the one that got away', if you believe in such things."
"Right, well that sounds great," Ginny laughed. "I'm going to steal Harry away from you two so we can get ourselves some more drinks." She took Harry by the hand and they laughed their way back to the house.
"I had no idea Bill was that smitten with anyone!" Ginny told him. "He's had a few girlfriends over the years that I've known about, but I've never heard him singing about one."
"I'm glad for it," Harry said as he poured himself another drink. "It meant he was asking me all about her instead of interrogating me about you."
"I'm glad for that too. And it looks like you've been enjoying yourself all evening."
"The Weasley family really knows how to throw a great party. And they're all so welcoming. I feel like I'm already part of the family. I like your house too. It's quirky, modest, and, and just perfect. You're quirky, and modest and just perfect too," he said, taking a step closer to her.
"Quirky and modest?" She leaned against him, running her hands up his chest.
"And perfect. Don't forget perfect." He leaned down and gave her a kiss. It was a much less inhibited kiss than she would have expected in her family kitchen, where anyone could walk in on them.
She heard Harry put his drink down and then his hands were on her arse, it made her giggle against his mouth. He was getting a bit sloppy drunk too, she hadn't seen him like this before. The last time he'd gotten close was at Potter Manor after they'd decided to start dating, and he was several drinks passed that now.
"You know, I've only been on the first and second floors here," he told her, kissing along her jaw.
"Are you asking for a tour?"
"Well, you've seen my room. I haven't seen yours."
A thrill ran through her. He wanted to see her bedroom? They'd been alone several times, but the last time they'd been alone in a bedroom was in early November and she remembered vividly how that had turned out. Harry had been behaving entirely too gentlemanly these last few weeks and every time they'd ended their dates with a heavy round of snogging she'd had to go back to her bed and take the edge off. The memory of their first kiss and how that ended had fueled those sessions as well.
She pulled his lips back to her own before pulling back. "I think it might be a few minutes to an hour before they realize we've gone."
Ginny took his hand and pulled him up the stairs, trying not to giggle the whole way from nerves and excitement.
He didn't even take a moment to look around before they were up the stairs and her door was closed, immediately their lips were joined together again. There were a few yanks and growls as the wrestled to get their coats and scarves and such off. Ginny found her wand and locked and silenced her door.
"Nice room," Harry said, still not having taken a moment to look at it.
"Uhuh," she pulled him back to her and started moving them back towards the bed. Her hands went to his trousers.
"Gin?" he asked in a desperate pant of surprise.
"I just want less between us," she told him. "We're not going to… not that. Not tonight."
"Okay."
She was relieved he seemed to have understood what that mumbling meant. They fell back on the bed together; him in only his shirt and pants, she only in her knickers and bra. He kissed every bit of her he could with their arms still wrapped around each other.
"Ginny, I've been dreaming about doing something to you," he said as he trailed kissed between the valley of her breasts.
"That's only fair. I've also been dreaming of you doing things to me," she groaned, arching her back to try and get his mouth to continue traveling south.
He gave a moan in response to that. "You'll tell me when to stop?"
"Yes," she promised. "Until then though-." To emphasize her point she tugged her leg free from where it had been between his own so he would be nestled nicely between her legs.
At her invitation, he continued kissing his way down her body. It might have been the drink, or the racing hormones, but she was more desperate than ever for him then. It felt like her whole body was on fire and it could only be extinguished by his kisses and touches. Her breath hitched when his journey south landed him crouched half on the floor, his lips now on her knickers.
She hadn't expected him to want to do this!
His hands ran up the back of her thighs and up to her waist, hooking in the elastic and beginning to pull then down, ever so slowly.
It was too slow, and yet once his mouth was on her again, on that part of her, she didn't care anymore about how exposed she was right then.
There weren't nearly enough songs about this!
His tongue was on her, inside her, and running over her clit. Her fingers fisted in the blanket and she kept trying to give him encouragement, particularly when he was focusing on her clit.
She'd made herself cum several times over the years but none of that had prepared her for the kind of buildup that happened when someone else was responsible for getting her there. "Harry! Oh. Yes, yes," then her words of encouragement had no sound as she crested that mountain and the blood rushing in her ears completely muffled anything that might have been coming out of her mouth.
It took a few moments to remember how to breathe properly again.
Her finishes had never been that good before and her head was spinning, even though she hadn't moved. She could feel that Harry had moved up the bed to lay beside her but her eyes weren't cooperating.
It was a full minute at least before she could turn to look at him.
"That was incredible," she managed.
"Yeah?" he asked, encouragingly.
"Yeah. I didn't know it could feel that good."
He grinned at her. "It helped that you were vocal about what you liked most."
Ginny blushed in the darkness. "I was?" The drink must have lowered her inhibitions more than she'd realized. She rolled onto her side and her hand started playing with the fabric of his shirt. "It wasn't just that you're, maybe, a little experienced at that?"
"No."
She paused and tried to read his expression in the dark room. The only light was coming from the bonfire outside her window three stories down.
"No?" she repeated.
"No. You know I've had girlfriends before, but, I'd, um, only-" Instead of using his words then he pulled her a bit closer and used his hands to cup her bum, then moved those fingers of his south until they just about grazed her sex.
"Oh," she breathed out. "So, does that mean that we're both… virgins?" There was a bit of a higher pitch in her voice at the last word.
They'd been avoiding this discussion for a while. On their first day meeting they'd mentioned they had a history of relationships with other people, but in all their time together as friends, and then more, it hadn't been something they'd talked about.
"Sounds like it." His fingers were still grazing against her there, starting to become surer, applying more pressure and she felt her arousal growing again. Her hips rocked towards him and she felt his own arousal pushing against his pants.
Steeling her nerves, she brought her hand down between them and slipped her fingers beneath them, running them against the soft and pliant skin there.
Harry let out a puff of air, like he'd been holding his breath, and Ginny marveled at the feel of his erection in her hand. She leaned forward and kissed his lips as her hand wrapped around his erection and she stroked him a few times. He groaned appreciatively and pulled back from her lips, panting with his eyes closed.
She grinned at his expression. It made her feel powerful to get this kind of reaction from him. She kissed him again and coaxed him to get him to move his tongue into her mouth, when he finally did, she sucked on it suggestively.
"Fuck Ginny!" he gasped and thrust into her hand roughly.
She grinned and slid down the bed, rolling him onto his back. She looked up at him, he was staring back at her, his eyes wide. She steadied herself, continuing her movements with her hand and licking her lips nervously before finally bringing herself level with it.
It was the first time she was seeing an erect penis. She'd seen the outline of many in trousers, felt a few pressed up against her, mostly his, but she'd never done this, she'd never wanted to do this before.
With how dark it was in the room she couldn't make out much detail, just that she could have fit both her fists around it and still the tip would have been exposed. It made her insides clench, whether with nerves or anticipation, she wasn't sure. She did wonder if it was going to taste the same way the rest of his skin tasted, salty and soft.
From the feel of it, with only her hand wrapped around him, it would be warm too.
She leaned forward and slowly took him into her mouth while she continued stroking him. "Yes." He hissed as her tongue slid over his head and massaged the underside as she bobbed in rhythm with her hand. He thrust in small movements into her mouth. He was gripping the sides of the mattress, bunching up the blanket a bit, just as she had, and she steadied herself with one hand on his hip.
Ginny hadn't thought that doing this would feel so good for her too, she'd always imagined it would be somewhat of a chore for a woman to do this. It wasn't though. She felt good, her jaw was hurting, but that pain was drowned out by her own arousal over how powerful and sexy this made her feel.
She literally had him by the balls. He was writhing around in pleasure because of what her hands and mouth were doing to him.
"Uh! Yeah! Oh, I'm not going to last," he warned. It was maybe two minutes before he groaned and spilled into her mouth.
Ginny wasn't quite sure what to do. She'd heard stories of how most guys loved it when girls swallowed but weren't offended if it was spat out either. It was her first time though, so she figured she may as well see things through. She swallowed, and hoped Harry wasn't looking at the pained and hesitant face she made when she did so.
It was pleasantly surprising to discover it tasted like… nothing. She looked back up at Harry. His eyes were closed, and he was panting. Her hand was still wrapped around him and he was still hard, so she kept stroking him softly. It seemed to have been a good idea if his pleasured moan was anything to go by.
Slowly, her hand movements decreased and she came to lay beside him, torn between the obligation she felt to get dressed and go back down to join the party, and wanting to ask that he go down on her again.
Because she was really turned on.
"Harry?" she started.
His only response was a questioning hum.
"I, um." Ginny couldn't get out the words though. How was she just supposed to ask that he start touching her? 'Mind giving me one more before we head back out?', that didn't seem like anything someone could get out.
"It was brilliant," he said. It sounded like he was trying to assure her.
Ginny held in her smile over that, it had been pretty obvious that he'd enjoyed it, not that it wasn't nice to hear confirmation. He had misunderstood what she was trying to say though.
He pulled at her so she would cuddle in against him.
It was then she realized that if she ever wanted more than one, she'd have to hold out on him.
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Harry woke up alone in his own bed on Christmas morning. The sun was shining through the window so it had to be after 8 a.m. already. He gave a good stretch and looked around.
He'd been pretty drunk last night, too drunk to Apparate home, so he'd used the Floo.
Sirius had been gone by the time he and Ginny had come back downstairs to join the party. If anyone had noticed them missing, no one said anything. There were a few people missing, but enough remaining that they could slip right back into things. It was good that Ginny had such a large family.
Sleeping beside her, even for that short amount of time, had been really nice.
She was going to be coming over after lunch today, her family made a big deal out of Christmas morning, his did over Christmas dinner, so it made sense.
He'd fretted over what to get for her for several weeks and landed on upgrading some of her Quidditch gear. Seeing her in Quality Quidditch last summer and the longing that she had on her face as she sifted through the discounted gloves, he knew she'd appreciate them. They didn't quite scream 'romantic gesture' though.
Sirius had suggested jewelry, Ginny wasn't a jewelry type girl though. His mother had been of no help, telling him it was up to him, his father had suggested taking her away somewhere for the weekend, that seemed like something that might be an option next year, not this one.
He sat up and saw there was a pile of gifts at the end of his bed and grinned.
He was still as excited as a schoolboy for Christmas morning. When he was a kid, he would pile them up in his arms and carry them into his mum and dads' room so they could open their gifts together. He had wanted to see the look on their faces when they opened his presents; usually some tree ornament he made by himself at school.
He outgrew that around the time his Magical Education started, when it wasn't cool anymore.
Harry sat at the end of his bed and started unwrapping gifts. It looked like Sirius and the twins had banded together and given everyone a basket full of WWW products, he grinned as he flipped through them all. Next was from his mother, who had gotten him a standard set of replacement underthings; it used to mortify him, but now he appreciated it because he would never think to replace his socks and pants himself. And his father gave him a Wizarding Legacy book, everything he would need to know to take over the family role when it came to customs and business dealings with other beings.
For that gift, Harry frowned at it. He knew it would come in handy, and he knew he had to start actively participating with what it meant to be a Noble Lord, when they'd greeted the Goblin at the bank he'd been curious and when he saw all the letters that his father had to deal with, not just business things, family things, it had looked daunting.
He put that book with his other opened gifts, wanting to put that burden off until another day.
The next he pulled close to open was large and lumpy, wrapped in brown paper and string. Harry unraveled the wrappings and pulled out a hand knit jumper with the letter 'H' on it and a card fell out.
Harry,
It is Weasley family tradition that everyone get a hand-knit jumper at Christmas. I started learning to knit when I was fourteen and I've gotten pretty good at it. I know it isn't much, but I hope you like it.
- Ginny
She hand knit this herself? Harry wondered and examined the sweater closer. The yarn she used was incredibly soft and there were designs knit into it too. It was weighty and warm, like she'd added a warming charm to it.
He loved it and pulled it on over his head immediately. It even smelled a bit like her.
"Happy Christmas," he announced to everyone in the kitchen. His mum, dad and Sirius were already there. His dad was cooking up breakfast and the others were sitting at the counter with their hands around their mugs of steaming assorted liquids.
His dad and Sirius had scarves around their necks, which was odd considering they were indoors.
"Oh, look who's special," Sirius said in a teasing voice. "Harry gets an entire sweater knit for him and we only get a scarf?"
"Ginny made those for you?" Harry asked in surprise. He was touched that she'd thought to do that for his family.
"And I got a nice pair of slipper socks," his mum grinned and showed him her red and gold clad socks. "They've got a warming charm on them and these things on the bottom that stop them slipping on the floor. They're great!"
"We Potter's sure know how to pick them, don't we?" his dad said with a wink while the rest of the room responded with a groan.
They passed the morning doing little more than eating and lazing around curled up in the sitting room by the fire with the decorated tree, talking and laughing. It was nice. Subdued.
When the flames turned green just after one in the afternoon, Harry was surprised that so much time had already passed since he'd woken.
"Oh, it is so much quieter here," Ginny said in appreciation. "The Burrow is a mad house right now. Thank you for inviting me over. Oh! You're all wearing my gifts!" she laughed. "You didn't have to do that."
"Oh, I'd completely forgotten," his dad said and pulled at the scarf, taking it off and resting it back on the couch.
"I like it!" Sirius announced. "And thank you."
"You're welcome, and Happy Christmas."
Harry got up to greet her with a kiss. "Thank you for the jumper. I love it."
"And thank you for the new gloves and pads. They're gorgeous. Already took them for a spin playing two a side with the twins and Ron this morning."
"Oh! We could play two a side here!" Sirius announced happily. "Lily never plays."
"Mind if I warm up first?" Ginny asked urgently. "I've only just got the feeling back in my fingers."
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With their bellies stuffed with turkey, mashed and stuffing they all moved back into the sitting room to have a drink by the fire. Harry sat down on the love seat and Ginny curled up beside him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"This was really nice," she told him sleepily.
"Something about turkey," Sirius announced. "I feel about ready to call it a night."
"Same here," his dad said and took his wife's hand to guide her off towards their room to retire.
The three of them left Harry and Ginny there after saying a quick goodnight.
Harry didn't want to say goodnight to her though, and it didn't seem like she was ready to move anywhere. "How did this Christmas compare to your others?"
"Presents, Quidditch, food. It had everything I normally have for Christmas." She turned her head up so she could look at him, "plus an added bonus of you."
He grinned down at her and gave her a kiss.
That kiss lingered and slowly evolved to a nice long snog. It wasn't hurried, nor did he have a progression for it in mind, his stomach was much too full for that. It was lovely though, just having his arms wrapped around her and feeling so satisfied as they were.
"I don't want you to go home tonight," he told her.
"I don't think anyone will notice if I head home first thing in the morning," she offered.
"You'd be okay, staying in my room?"
Ginny was laying atop him now and rested her chin on his chest. "Harry, I've been thinking about what we did last night a lot today."
He couldn't tell from her tone whether it had got her thinking or regretting. And that worried him. "Okay," he managed, encouraging her to carry on.
"I'm alright with it. In fact, I really enjoyed it." This was sounding positive. "I just don't want to… I'd like to build up to us having…"
"You want to wait until we're married," he finished.
"Yes," she blushed. She sat up and he shifted so he could sit up beside her, facing each other. "But, just that… final step."
It was a subject they needed to talk about, and he was glad she was bringing it up, but he didn't entirely know what that encompassed. "Does that mean you want to keep… building up to it?" he asked evasively. "That could mean a lot of things."
"I know," she sighed and looked around the room. He could tell she was thinking over how to phrase it so she was still beating around the bush and not telling him directly what she meant.
"So, you want me to go down on you again?" he started, internally he was baring a ridiculous grin.
Her eyes shot back to his and she blushed even deeper before nodding.
"And you're okay with me wanting you to return the favor?"
Again, she nodded, now starting to smile.
"And, you're okay with me touching you, everywhere?" He started to pull her closer and lowered his lips to her neck. "And seeing you unclothed?" He felt her relaxing under his touch and nodding against his cheek. "Then it's just shagging that we'll hold off on?"
"Yes," she whispered.
He pulled back from her then and stared into her eyes until he saw a sense of clarity there.
"Can I ask why?"
"I've a few reasons," she said, looking down at her hands.
He put his fingers under her chin and tilted up. "Please tell me them."
"I… there's, there's a large difference between our families Harry. Financially. Yours is well off, mine isn't. I know there are charms and potions, but I'm worried I'll get pregnant before we're married and there will be all these stories about how I 'trapped' you."
He pulled back from her in surprise. "What?"
She continued. "And I know that we have the contract and that's the reason why this started, but I don't want that getting out either because, again, it will sound like I trapped you into marrying me."
"But that was both-"
"I know," she assured him. "But still. I'm trying to… minimize the gossip."
"You're worried you'll get pregnant?"
"Of course, I am. I'm one of seven children. I've always been terrified that I'd get knocked up by accident the first time I have sex."
"That's why you're still," he swallowed his tongue then. If he opened that line of questioning, then it meant it was fair to ask him.
His stopping himself didn't halt her questioning him though.
"What about you? Your previous girlfriends didn't let you either?"
"No," he admitted. "And yes, I wanted to with them. I'm a young man, my hormones drive me. I haven't though, I wasn't lying about that."
"Are you okay then? Holding off for a few more months?"
"Yes," he told her honestly.
"You're sure?" she worried.
He chuckled at that, "what do you think I'm going to do if I did have a problem with it?"
"I don't know," she shrugged, "go to the nearest whore house?"
"Pass," he cringed.
"The, um, the other reason that I want to wait." If possible, she turned an even brighter shade of red.
"What? What is it?"
Ginny chewed her lip. "So, it isn't like I don't think I'll enjoy it, I'm sure I will. It's just that, I, um. I really like what you did to me last night and I'm concerned I won't have the same kind of… reaction to shagging, and that you won't be as interested in doing that once shagging is an option."
Harry was floored by that being one of her reasons for withholding sex.
"You don't think I'll want to make you cum like that when we're shagging?! Ginny, you've no idea how much that turned me on!'
She grinned at him, "well, I had some idea." Her smile slipped a bit. "Thing is, I wasn't quite, um, done, with you last night. But, well, you were kind of, ahem, tired after I took care of you?"
"You wanted more," he breathed out. He felt tingles in his arms and legs from that admission and it had him stirring.
Ginny bit her lip and nodded.
He was delighted and incredibly turned on to hear that. "Then how about this time," he kissed her cheek, then her jaw, "you just tell me when you've had too much."
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