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Harry watched his dad disappear into his own bedroom before he let out a shuddering sigh, releasing the emotion that he felt with it.
Then he turned towards his bedroom door and opened it… where he immediately froze.
She was sitting on his bed, looking down nervously at her hands as they wrung themselves together around the fabric of her pyjamas.
"Ginny?!"
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Chapter Fifty-Seven
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"Ginny?!" Harry hissed before he stepped into his bedroom fully and closed the door behind him. His heart was pounding so soundly in his chest that he could hear the thud of it in his ears.
Ginny looked up and their eyes connected. And Harry started as he realized how nervous and uncertain she looked.
"Gin?" Harry asked, slower this time, his probing tone of voice asking her without words whether she was alright or not.
Ginny let out the breath that she had been holding. "I know that I probably shouldn't be in here after what just happened earlier, but I don't think I'll be able to sleep until I talked to you…"
Harry gulped and subconsciously, he felt his hands grip the sides of his pyjama bottoms just for something to hold onto. His palms were suddenly very sweaty because he didn't feel very reassured by her words at all. "O-Okay."
He kept his place, frozen as a statue by the door. The distance between them was very palpable.
Neither of them spoke.
Ginny bit her bottom lip nervously and worried it between her teeth. And despite the nervous tension that Harry felt brewing between them, he still felt the longing desire to go and release that trapped lip and replace it with his own, instead.
"Wh-What were you expecting when I came here tonight, Harry?" Ginny finally managed to sputter out. She said the words in a low, unsure voice but to Harry, it was as though she had shouted the words at him.
Harry's eyes widened and his pounding heart froze for a beat of a second before starting again in double-time. "Wh-What? I-I'm not - I mean, of course I-"
Harry paused as he heard the words tumble out of him. And he realized that this was not how he had wanted this conversation to go. Whatever happened to him wanting to be responsible and having this serious talk with Ginny? He had to just get over the embarrassment and just tell her the truth. She was his girlfriend, afterall. She would understand…
At least, he hoped that she would…
Harry let out a long sigh and decided to take a leap of faith. "I-I'm not sure what I expected to happen, Gin… I had so many different scenarios in my mind."
Ginny nodded slowly, her brown eyes wide and boring straight into his own. Somehow, he got the feeling that she was trying to see into his soul. "And-And what sort of scenarios?"
Harry gulped as he swallowed thickly, his hand automatically went up to run nervously through his hair. Merlin, why was this so damn difficult? "Well… You know. Some of them were innocent… and-and some of them were not-so-innocent…"
Harry had to force himself to meet her gaze head on after he freely admitted that. And when his gaze locked on hers, it was to see that his words seemed to confirm something that she already knew. In fact, a bit of the tension in her shoulders relaxed a bit, though it was still present.
"Harry…" She said quietly, her face more open now than it had been since this entire situation started. "It's alright."
Despite himself and her words, an unexpected anger bubbled out from the pit of his gut. "No. It's not alright! Merlin! How can you even say that, Gin?!"
Her eyes widened in surprise at his outburst but Harry didn't pay it any notice as he started to pace back and forth in front of his door. He tugged tortuously at the roots of his hair with both hands.
"Harr-"
"I was expecting sex, Ginny! I was expecting to shag you without even talking to you about it first! I expected it to happen tonight. In this very room. Consequences be damned. How can you sit there and tell me that it was alright?!"
He finally turned and faced her fully, actually demanding an answer. He wanted her to get angry at him. Because he finally understood how disrespectfully he had treated her. He wanted to be punished, to have her lash out at him just so that he could get onto his knees and beg for forgiveness.
A part of him recognized this as him retreating into that same little, orphan boy who had wanted the same thing just to please an aunt and uncle who would never love him. But that part was overshadowed by the desire to get what he deserved.
Because Merlin, he always knew that he didn't deserve Ginny… Not by a long shot.
Ginny had a funny look on her face as she assessed him with her eyes. Harry couldn't quite discern what it was, exactly.
"Because that's exactly what it is…" Ginny finally said, her voice slow and steady. Confident. Sexy… "It is alright."
Harry scoffed and turned away from her. "You could have gotten pregnant, Gin!"
He heard her let out a sound that was a cross between an amused snort and a disbelieving huff. "That's a pretty big assumption, isn't it?"
His frustration mounted at that as he turned to face her again. "I didn't have any contraceptive planned, Gin! It wouldn't be an assumption. It would have been reality!"
"Really…?" Ginny drawled, her voice still disbelieving as she stared at him levelly.
"Yes." Harry stated, firmly.
Ginny couldn't help but roll her eyes at him and a hint of her own frustration with him finally shown through . "But don't you see, Harry? All of this is under the assumption that I wouldn't have stopped you before we even got close to that point."
Harry froze. His anger left him immediately as her words caught up to him.
"You-You would have stopped us before…?"
Ginny's gaze softened at his stunned expression as she nodded at him. "Yes. I would have stopped… Before things got that heated."
The meaning behind her words finally settled into his brain. And now he felt like a complete cad.
This entire time he had thought that things would have escalated to the point where pregnancy would have been a legitimate issue…
But in Ginny's eyes, that wouldn't have even been in the realm of possibility.
"Are you ready to listen to me, now?" Ginny asked, a slight tinge of amusement peeking out through her exasperation.
Harry could only nod numbly and he noticed out of his peripheral vision that Ginny was standing from her spot on his bed where she crossed the distance until she was right in front of him.
The warmth that he felt emulating from her calmed his nerves immensely, which doubled when she grasped both of his hands in each of hers.
"I'm going to be honest here, Harry," Ginny started and Harry could hear the slight smirk in her voice. It caused him to finally look up so that he was peering down at her face. The twinkling amusement in her eyes caused him to lose his breath. "I would actually be offended if you didn't fantasize about shagging me."
Harry's eyes widened comically as he gaped at her. "Wh-What?!"
Ginny couldn't help but let out a little giggle at his expression as she nodded up at him. "Well, yeah… A girl likes to feel desired. Especially by her own boyfriend." She shrugged a little, as if silently saying 'What can you do?'
Harry could only continue gawking at her.
Ginny took his silence as an invitation to keep talking. "So don't you see what I mean when I said that it was alright? It perfectly natural to want to shag your own girlfriend, Harry. In fact, your girlfriend one hundred percent approves of you having these desires. Merlin knows that I think the same things about you!"
"You-You do?" Harry could help but squeak, his voice stretched thin by his surprise.
Suddenly shy again, Ginny nodded. "Yes."
Ginny fantasized about him? Flashes of images flooded his brain, overwhelming him by how amazingly detailed his imagination could be. He pictured Ginny. On her bed in the fifth-year girl's dorm. Her curtains drawn around her bed to give her some privacy as she slid her hand from palming her own breast, down her toned stomach, before slipping under the fabric of her skirt. Where she would moan his name as her eyes fluttered closed in pure bliss… 'Ohhh… Harry…'
A slow smile stretched across Harry's lips as the realization seemed to finally dawn on him. The images in his mind had caused him to grow to half-mast in his pajama bottoms. But he grinned down at Ginny, finally understanding what it was she was trying to tell him.
"Wow." He said, finally, "For how long have you…?"
He really couldn't help but ask. The horny, teenaged boy that he was made him ask.
Ginny snorted before she hit his shoulder with a roll of her eyes. But there was also a distinct blush that coloured her cheeks as her eyes fell shyly to the floor. "Come on, Harry… You know how long I've fancied you…"
Harry's eyes bugged out at the unexpected - yet extremely pleasant - news. "That long?!"
Ginny let go of Harry's hands to cover her face, the redness creeping up her cheeks to reach her hairline.
Harry couldn't help but chuckle as he attempted to remove her hands as Ginny shook her head as she mumbled, "The things I admit when I try to make you feel better…"
Harry chuckled again as he successfully pulled her hands away this time. "Hey… it's the same for me, too, you know. It's nice to know that my girlfriend has fantasies of me. A bloke likes to feel desired, too."
The blush that she had was still ever-present. But it had dissipated slightly as they both realized that on that front, at the very least, they were standing on equal footing.
They stared at each other. In wonder. And Harry couldn't help but lean down to steal a soft, lingering kiss. It was a kiss where they barely even moved their lips. Instead just enjoying each other's touch in a way that brought comfort rather than ignited the passion that lay just beneath the surface - though that was always ever-present. Always on the tip of their awareness. Always ready to engulf them both in it's hot flame until all that they felt was the heat between them.
Ginny pulled away. Only a breath of an inch so that when she spoke her next words, Harry could feel her exhaling breath tickle his lips.
"We need to talk over what happened tonight…" Ginny whispered.
"Yeah. We probably should," Harry agreed before he closed the distance between their lips once again.
Again, the kiss lingered. The flames of passion threatening to grow hotter now, melting away the feeling of comfort.
Ginny pulled away again. "Harry… We really should-"
With a heavy sigh, Harry pulled away even further, knowing that she was right. They still had so much left to talk about. "You're right."
With a regretful sigh of her own, Ginny managed to give him a slight smile of apology before nerves seemed to catch Ginny, once again. She bit and worried her lower lip again and Harry watched the action while stifling a groan.
"Do you want to have sex, Harry?" Ginny asked, hesitation in her voice.
Harry's cock hardened even more just at the thought of any sort of shagging with Ginny and also from the slight amount of nervous suggestion in her voice. But he really stopped to think about her question… Did he want to have sex with Ginny? Would he be ready to at this very moment?
It was after a brief moment of thoughtful hesitation when Harry answered.
"Yes." He said, truthfully.
Ginny bit her lip and looked away shyly. "Well, I-I don't think that I am quite ready to… have sex, that is…"
Despite trying to hold it back, Harry couldn't help the twinge of disappointment at her revelation. But he pushed it aside, immediately.
Gathering her in his arms, Harry held her close.
"Hey," Harry soothed, "That's alright. We won't do anything that you aren't ready or comfortable with. It doesn't make me like you any less, Gin."
Ginny relaxed the tension he felt in her shoulders at this and cuddled further into his arms. It was a long, quiet moment where they just enjoyed the feeling of comfort as they held one another. The flames of passion subsiding into the background.
Until finally, Ginny pulled back just enough to kiss him tenderly in a lingering way that made Harry's toes curl.
But then Ginny pulled back again and smiled shyly at him as she looked into his eyes. "But that doesn't mean that I'm opposed to trying other things…"
Harry's eyes went wide and he found his interest definitely piqued.
"Oh yeah?" His arms subconsciously tightened his hold around her waist. "Wh-what sort of other things?"
Ginny grinned mischievously at him now, while one of her hands went up to rub at the bare skin of his neck. "Well… I quite liked what we were doing before we were interrupted before… as well as where it was leading next…"
The thick suggestion in her voice was causing his half-hard cock to rise to full mast. Was she…? She couldn't possibly mean… Was she suggesting that she actually wanted Harry to see her naked breasts?!
Without another word, Ginny reached behind her and grabbed one of his hands from her back, and slowly brought it up and placed it on her right tit.
Harry's breathing became shallow and he felt his hand automatically squeezing the clothed flesh in his palm.
But he forced his eyes away from what his hand was doing and brought them up to meet hers.
"Are you sure that this is alright?" He found himself asking, afraid that his squeezing might be hurting her. Or worse, he was unintentionally pressuring her into doing things that she wasn't ready for…
Ginny smiled and nodded. "I think that we will just start out slow with all of this… and if it feels right to both of us, then we can explore new things."
Harry grinned widely back at her and eagerly nodded, glad that they have decided on some common ground. So, without any other word, he bent his head down to capture her lips in a kiss.
Her mouth immediately opened to him when his tongue snuck out to trace at her lips.
His heart was beating so fast. He could feel that hers was as well, under where his hand was currently kneading the flesh underneath his hold on her.
He could feel her nipple hardening, poking out of her pajama top to meet his palm. His hand tightened around the mound reflexively in response.
Merlin! He couldn't believe that this was happening! He was actually touching Ginny where he had previously only dreamed of touching her before.
His imagination was going mad, trying to prematurely guess at what she could possibly look like without this offensive garment covering her.
For some reason, he thought that his imagination couldn't possibly do her justice.
Either way, he was determined to find out.
Ginny started to stumble backward, her hold on the sides of his face pulling him along with her. Not that she had to convince him to come with her. He would willingly follow her anywhere.
As they awkwardly meandered their way across his bedroom, Harry regretfully pulled his hand away from it's new favorite home. Already missing the fullness that managed to fill his entire hand.
But he craved the feeling of skin… not the cotton fabric of Ginny's button-down.
And so, without once looking at what his hands were doing, Harry fumbled with the buttons on Ginny's shirt for the second time that night. Determined that this time, it was going to come off.
Merlin help whoever dared to walk through that door now.
He allowed a stray thought to come into his mind then, where he wished that he was able to perform underage magic so that he could put up a silencing charm… before he cast the thought away.
They would just have to remember to be quiet this time around. Even when Harry had blown up earlier, he had still been in the right mind to keep his voice down as to not alert anyone.
But three simultaneous things happened to cast these stray thoughts to leave his mind…
The back of Ginny's knees hit the edge of Harry's bed, Ginny chose that exact moment to shove her tongue into Harry's own mouth, and Harry had finally managed to free the last button on Ginny's shirt.
The triumphant success that he was currently celebrating in his head was short-lived, however, as he was promptly pushed away.
Their lips disconnected with a smack, a complaint on the very tip of Harry's tongue as his eyes snapped open in surprise.
The complaint promptly died on his lips, however, when he saw the positively hungry look within Ginny's gaze as she desperately reached forward for the hem of Harry's own shirt, trying to pull it up.
Understanding overcame him as he lifted his arms to try and help her get it off.
They struggled for a moment as the collar snagged on his glasses, but it still didn't manage to slow them down. Nor did it break the mood. No… instead it ignited the desperation that they felt even more.
Somehow, they both felt that there was much too many articles of clothing between them. And they were desperate to feel skin on skin. For the first time.
They finally managed to get the shirt over his head and Ginny threw the offensive thing onto the floor, where it was promptly forgotten.
They immediately connected lips again as Ginny's hands started to wander over his newly exposed flesh.
Wherever her fingers went on his body, left a trail of goose shivers in its wake.
The sensation was incredible. So much so, that he never wanted her to stop touching him.
So much that he desperately wanted to return the favour…
But as he reached for the middle of the fabric, to part it and expose what lie underneath, Ginny was falling backward, her hands coming up to clutch at his face as she took him with her.
He fell on top of her as she landed on the soft mattress. And there was a moment where he worried that he was crushing her. But that worry left out the window as Ginny's hand snaked up Harry's face until it had settled in his hair, where she proceeded to pull lightly at his strands.
A guttural groan escaped him at the sensation. He hadn't even realized what having his hair pulled could do to him before…
She must have sensed how much it was affecting him because she pulled again and it had managed to distract him from his previous task for just a moment…
But only a moment.
Harry then abruptly remembered himself as he broke contact with her lips before he frowned playfully down at her. "Stop distracting me, you little minx. This is a big moment for me."
Ginny couldn't help but giggle at his reprimanding tone. "But I live to distract you. It's one of my charms…" She said, seductively.
Harry's cock twitched against her thigh, which she must have felt if the growing smirk on her swollen lips was any indication.
"Funny," Harry said dryly as his hand went up to sweep some of her hair out of her face. "I don't remember that being taught in Charms class…"
Ginny snorted and rolled her eyes at him while Harry grinned in triumph at managing to get the last word. Before he let his eyes travel downward, his eyes following the sliver of exposed, creamy skin that could be seen between the slightly parted fabric.
Harry took a deep breath and shifted his weight so that it was supported by his one arm, that prevented him from crushing Ginny underneath his weight.
His other hand now free, Harry lifted it to one side of the fabric and carefully brushed it to the side…
Once it got past the hurtle that was Ginny's breast, the fabric fell easily away on it's own… and Harry's hand was left on bare skin of ivory, right below a perfectly sized tit.
Harry's breathing became shallow and he didn't even realize that he was leaning back to get a better look of the whole picture of her.
But Ginny decided to follow him as she too, sat up. The fabric of her shirt falling away on the other side as she did, until it was sliding down her arms.
"Merlin, Gin…" Harry breathed, his hand raising slowly until he was cupping her right breast. "You're so beautiful…"
Ginny let out a contented sigh, at both the sensation of what his hand was doing and his words, Harry was sure.
All that he knew was that she looked so stunning as her eyes fluttered closed as she pushed her chest further into his hand.
Harry just had to kiss her.
So, he did. He leaned forward and pressed his lips against hers with a new vigor. The momentum caused her to fall back onto the mattress, and Harry was only too willing to follow.
No longer concerned about his desire not to crush her, Harry's other hand found it's way up to her other breast, immensely enjoying the sensation of having his hands full.
But it wasn't long until fingers somehow came into play, and his thumbs and forefingers pinched, twisted, and pulled her dusty rose nipples, causing them to pebble and harden even more than before.
He found out quickly what his ministrations were doing to Ginny. He had to stifle her moans with his own mouth as he continued to tease and manipulate those rosy peaks of hers until she was a withering mess of panting desire.
And suddenly, Ginny was pushing him again. Not away, like last time, but down.
Down her body until he was face to face with what his hand was currently doing to those shapely mounds of hers.
Harry could take the hint, and he was so eager to comply…
Without an ounce of hesitation, his heady lust guiding him all the while, Harry bent down and latched onto her nipple, his tongue flicking over it inside his mouth like he had been told to one day do to her clit just hours earlier.
Ginny arched her back upward, pushing her chest further into his mouth, submitting herself further to his ministrations. A moan, Harry could tell, at the tip of her lips… Harry had to have his other hand abandon what he was doing to her other nipple in order to cover her mouth to remind her that they were not under a silencing charm.
She seemed to understand, though her eyes told him that it was difficult for her to stay quiet. And for some reason, this thrilled Harry to no end.
And it was as the rest of the night passed, where their passion engulfed them completely until complete and utter exhaustion could no longer be ignored.
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A/N: I know that some of you out there wanted Harry to hit a homerun. But that's not always the most realistic… Sometimes, it's just as exciting to get to second base, isn't it? I mean, the crowd still cheers at the baseball games when a player to able to make it to any base, right?
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