A/N: Hey everyone! I've gotten some lovely messages and reviews lately and it has rejuvenated my love for writing.
I just really want to thank all of you out there who are sticking to this story to the very end. I anticipate that I will have at least 40 more chapters to this story.
Then, I will start to focus on my other stories that I started but never updated (whoops!).
You will start to see updates on…
'When You Tell Yourself To Stop Being So Dense'
'Number One Fan Of My Heart'
AND
'Spider-Who?' (Not many of you follow this one out there but I'm including this one here, anyway.)
But you will also notice that I am going to start making tweaks on all of these stories in the form of edits. I have been re-reading 'Rejection' in order to refresh my memory on details of the story and needless to say, I think I have grown quite a bit as a writer in the past three years since I've started this story. I want the earlier chapters to reflect on that improvement.
I still laugh at the chapter where I wrote that Harry noticed that Hermione "Resembled a frazzled raisin." Like, what does that even mean?! I didn't even know that raisins could be frazzled?!
I may keep that line because I grew to love it so much!
But anyway, I really wanted to highlight other relationships that Harry has in this chapter besides with Ginny. I feel like poor Ron and Hermione have been pushed to the background… :(
As a result, this should be a very long chapter. Oy Vey...
Enjoy!
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Chapter Sixty-Seven
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"Aghhhh… Gin, we've got to go." Harry managed to grunt out past the tingling feelings he felt from her lips.
A hum met his ears but it didn't sound at all accommodating to his suggestion to stop. If anything, the sound spurred Harry on a bit.
A long groan escaped him as her teeth bit down on his nipple. His hands tightened the hold that he had on her hips. If he happened to have long nails, they would be digging into her skin through her clothing by this point.
Merlin, how did such a simple thing feel so damn good? Every time he felt the scrape of her teeth, his length would lurch in his trousers. And beyond that, the extra and undivided attention from his girlfriend felt pretty nice… on a comforting level on top of the, er, sexual level.
It had been a week since the night that they spent in the Room of Requirement and every night since, they had spent reconnecting after being emotionally distant for so long.
It went without saying that the reconnection left Harry in a pleasurable state… but it also left him in a position that left him desperate for more.
He hadn't had any release in weeks…
The last time that he wanked was the night before the Weasleys came to Potter Manor… he couldn't do it when Ginny had spent Christmas Eve in his bed, and he hadn't the drive to do it since everything that happened with Death and all of the worries that caused.
He definitely had to drive now…
Even now, he could feel the brush of Ginny's bare nipples brush against his stomach as she used her mouth kiss all over his chest.
His cock was straining against the confinement of his trousers.
Every night was the same. They spent hours together in either his bed or hers, loving each other's chests with their hands and mouths in a way that would leave Harry feeling so hot and heavy.
But then, they would stop… And Ginny's breathing would even out to the depths of sleep as she clutched tightly to his form. While Harry… he would stay awake a while… trying to will his erect penis down with just his thoughts alone.
It was all rather frustrating, to be left him panting with desire night after night with absolutely no release. But still, Harry had no desire to stop this newfound routine with Ginny.
He liked looking at her breasts. Touching them. Kissing them. And yes, even nipping at them. But he also liked the feeling of Ginny falling asleep in his arms. He liked finally succumbing to sleep with the feeling of her secure on top of him. And lastly, he liked opening his bleary eyes in the morning to see her brown gaze already staring up at him, with her ginger waves tangled from both sleep and his hands having run through the tendrils the night before...
There was no way he wanted to give that up.
So, he was left at a stalemate, of sorts. He didn't have any intention for Ginny to do anything for him. He knew how she felt on the matter on waiting for sex and he didn't want to pressure her at all.
It was just that… he wanted just a bit of time alone to be able to reach his hand down in his trousers in order to quell the burning need that refused to be ignored.
"Ginnnn," Harry groaned as she switched to his other nipple and suctioned it into her mouth. At this rate, he'd have to wait through the whole moon cycle again. "The full moon will be out soon…"
It was another long beat of a moment before Ginny sighed and detached her lips from him. She sat up fully now, which gave Harry a full view of those rosy peaks on her chest.
A long groan escaped him before he sat up immediately to take a nipple into his mouth. A breathy laugh escaped her. "I thought that you said we needed to go?"
"That was before I was reminded of how much of a minx you can be…" Harry mumbled against her skin before he sighed in regret and backed away.
Ginny sputtered, though it still came across as amused. "But I didn't even do anything!"
"Doesn't matter," Harry said in a serious and definitive tone, "Still a minx."
Ginny reached back and grabbed his jumper before she threw it at his face. He chuckled playfully as he grabbed the fabric in his hands and pulled it away from where they caught on his glasses.
"Put your shirt on," Ginny said with a teasing grin, "Before I really show you what kind of a minx I can be…"
Harry laughed outright at this, but his innermost desires wished that she held to that promise… He shrugged his arms through the sleeves of his sweater before he pulled it over his head. "I could say the same to you… You know how distracting they are to me, Gin."
It was clear that he was indicating to her breasts but he nodded at them with his head so that the message really came across.
Ginny rolled her eyes at him but he could see how secretly pleased she was by his admission.
Still, despite how much he was distracted by her breasts, he was sad to see her reach for her bra in order to cover them up. He sighed in resignation when she was fully dressed.
Other than her mussed up hair, she looked so put together while Harry felt left in quite a state…
His dick was still hard, straining against the zipper of his trousers.
The fingers of his right hand twitched with the instinct to reach down and palm himself but he resisted. Instead, he closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath. When he opened them, it was to see Ginny sitting there, waiting.
He gave her a smile before he extended his hand to her in offering. She smiled back and didn't miss a beat before clasping their fingers together.
His heart skipped a beat.
Merlin, she was so beautiful...
Harry brought their clasped hands up to his mouth and kissed the back of hers. Her skin here smelled like soap and the flowery scent he always associated with her. The exact scent that he smelled in the Amortentia Potion… a sign that told him that he was most definitely in love with her.
He dropped their connected hands down to the mattress with a sigh then prepared himself mentally for the onslaught of was about to come next…
"Dobby!"
With a loud pop, the little house elf appeared into existence… and Harry was attacked in a tight hug of tiny limbs.
"Harry Potter wants to sees Dobby! Harry Potter is such a kind friend to all house elves!"
A nervous chuckle escaped him but he found that he was better able to cope with the awkwardness he felt with Dobby's absolute devotion to him. The little house elf was starting to grow on him…
"Dobby," Harry began, knowing how the house elf worked. All that Harry needed to do was to distract the house elf and he would stop with the over-the-top displays of affection. "Have you met my girlfriend, Ginny?"
A gasp escaped Dobby as he pulled back and looked over to the gorgeous red-head sitting on the bed, too. "Harry Potter has a girlfriend?! Oh, Dobby is so happy to meets Harry Potter's girlfriend!"
Dobby lunged toward Ginny and she readily accepted his embrace with a warm laugh. Harry's heart swelled at the sight. It reminded Harry of how much of a good and accepting person Ginny was. There was a reason why she belonged to a family of Blood Traitors. She never looked down at anyone… even creatures that most of wizarding society made a deliberate point of seeing as slaves.
No… the only people that she looked down upon were those who actually deserved her scorn… like Voldemort and his Death Eaters.
"It's very nice to meet you, Dobby," Ginny said with an easy grin down at the tiny creature as he finally pulled away. "I believe that I've seen you down in the kitchens from time to time."
A smirk found its way to Harry's lips at the reminder of Ginny's never ending love for food and her gratitude towards him for showing her the way to get into the kitchens.
But they were on a bit of a tight schedule and didn't really have the time for conversation.
"Dobby, do you think that you could appariate us to Potter Manor?"
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They were appariated into the living room with a loud pop, the normal feeling of traveling through time and space caught up to Harry as the dizziness overcame him.
He hated side-along apparation. But, it was a necessary evil for wanting to travel out of Hogwarts… at least at a timely manner. If only he had thought of using Dobby for his last visit. His last time here, Harry had to sneak out of the Hogwarts grounds in order to get out of the powerful anti-apparation wards.
But house elf magic was different, he remembered, as was perfectly capable of apparation within the castle walls.
When he finally found his head was on straight, Harry straightened and turned to look at Ginny to see if she was alright. She seemed to be a tad bit disoriented by the way she was rubbing at her head, but she seemed fine otherwise.
Then, voices floating out from the kitchen met them and anticipation swelled within his heart.
"Mum? Dad?" Harry called as he grabbed Ginny's hand in his and tugged her along toward the voices.
They rounded the corner and there they all were. Sitting around the table, each with a goblet of meade and a dozen or so playing cards in their hands. Sirius had a fag sticking out of his lips but no dreadful smell came from it, most likely due to a spell. Remus was nowhere in sight, which made sense… he was preparing for his own full moon.
They all beamed at the sight of him but it was his mum that put her cards down on the table first, got up from her chair and ran to embrace him. "Harry!"
His dad wasn't far behind and wrapped his long arms around the both of them.
Relief found him immediately.
"So, you guys made up?" He managed to mumble from where his face was smashed against his dad's chest.
Before either of them could manage to answer, Sirius spoke up. "Trust me, they've been making up all week."
They pulled out of their embrace as his dad grabbed an apple from the fruit bowl on the table and chucked it at Sirius. It hit him square in the gut. His dad guffawed loudly at the direct hit.
His mum ignored his Godfather's comment and instead turned to Ginny, wrapping her up in a warm embrace. "It's good to see you, Ginny. It feels as though time has passed slowly since we last saw you at Christmas."
They pulled back. "I-It's nice to see you too, Mrs. P- uh, Lily."
Ginny had a very significant blush on her cheeks… probably thinking about how one of the last conversations she had with his parents was when his mum was scolding them about sex after having caught them together in Harry's bed. He was glad to see that his mum had moved past that… especially since Harry refused to apologise for anything he and Ginny got up to together.
Then again, his mum wasn't necessarily against them having sex so much as she was upset that Harry hadn't talked to Ginny about it beforehand and that he hadn't thought of any contraceptives. Which was fair.
Besides, it wasn't as though he and Ginny were having sex at all in the first place. Ginny had made that perfectly clear.
She wasn't ready for it.
And even though Harry was dying to make love to her for the first time, he respected her choice to wait.
His balls would just stay blue until she was ready.
"Harry Potter's family is not dead…? Harry's Potter's family is breathing?" A squeaky voice echoed from behind them, sounding shocked as his little voice managed to go up an octave the more that he spoke.
They all turned to look at the house elf and immediate dread overcame him. Was he daft for bringing Dobby when he should have known that it would reveal to him that Harry's parents were, in fact, alive… "Look, Dobby-"
Immediate tears leaked out of Dobby's eyes as he wailed in sobs. "Dobby is so happy for Harry Potter! Dead parents were not a thing Dobby could take for Harry Potter!"
His parents and Sirius were shocked as they stared dumbfounded by the inconsolable house elf as he sobbed unrelentlessly.
Harry exchanged glances with his parents, their expressions bewildered as he gave them an apologetic grimace.
"Eh, Dobby, isn't it?" Lily broached gently as she took a step toward the house elf.
Dobby's crying stopped immediately as he let out a delighted gasp. "Lily Potter knows Dobby? But Dobby didn't ever met Harry Potter's Lily and James before!"
Lily smiled at the tiny creature before she extended her hand to him. "No, how terribly rude of me. My name is Lily Potter and I am simply delighted in meeting you."
For some reason, Harry felt his eyes prick with unshed tears as he witnessed the scene before him. His mum was just too kind. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see a prideful glint on his dad's face. The expression matched what Harry was feeling inside exactly.
Dobby sucked in an awed breath as he shuffled forward and gingerly took Lily's hand, in a way that said that he was afraid to touch it lest it happened to be as fragile as glass.
For once, Dobby was speechless but was shaking with great anticipation.
His mum smiled wider before she turned to James. "And this is Harry's father."
James grinned and sauntered over so that he could bend over to shake Dobby's hand.
"James Potter," He greeted with a wide grin as he shook Dobby's hand up and down brashly, causing Dobby's entire body to bounce up and down with the movement, "Now you know where Harry gets all of his good looks from."
A flush came to Harry's cheeks as Dobby nodded eagerly in agreement.
"Dobby apparated us here from Hogwarts," Harry felt the need to explain, and by the very least, to change the subject, "He works in the kitchens there where Dumbledore pays him a steady rate."
"Pays?" Sirius piped up, his brows rose up to his forehead, shock evident in his tone. It was then where Harry remembered Kreatcher. He wondered what would happen with the house elf? Was he still Harry's, er… property? Or was he still Sirius' now that he was brought back from the dead? Same with Grimmauld Place… Surely it belonged to Sirius again, right?
It would be something that they would have to figure out later, after all of this was over.
"Yes, pays," Harry confirmed as he turned away from his Godfather to look at the beaming house elf in question… when suddenly, an idea came to him. And before he even knew what he was doing, he was voicing the idea aloud. "But perhaps, Dobby would be better suited here at Potter Manor."
Everyone froze.
All eyes snapped to look at him.
Until finally, Ginny broke stillness in the room. With a warm smile, she made her way quickly to his side and grabbed his hand in both of hers. "That's an excellent idea, Harry."
Then she kissed his cheek, lingering for a moment, before she pulled away slowly.
Harry flushed. They were still under the watchful eye of everyone in the room, including his parents. But a flash of warmth blossomed out of his chest from her actions and he knew that his idea was a good one.
"That is, if Dobby is even interested," Harry continued, his voice now bolstering with confidence now that he had his beautiful girlfriend standing at his side. "He can apparate people within restricted places because his magic works differently. He can keep the place stocked with supplies so dad doesn't have to go out and shop for the times. And we can pay him a higher rate than Dumbledore."
At the same time, both of his parents relaxed. His dad threw a casual arm around his mum's shoulders. "Ginny's right, Harry. That's a brilliant idea."
Harry smiled under the praise just as he felt Ginny squeeze his hand in both of hers. When out of nowhere, Dobby started weeping again and Harry's legs were attacked by tiny, squeezing limbs. "Harry Potter is a kind and brave wizard! Harry Potter cares about Dobby and all house elves!"
Not knowing what else to do or say, Harry only simply reached down to pat at the top of Dobby's bald head - in what he hoped to be a reassuring manner.
"Eh… you're welcome," He said, uncomfortably.
Luckily, his dad decided to speak up and save him from how awkward he felt in that moment.
"We can work out employment benefits later," James said in a rushed manner before he cast a tempus charm. His eyes widened at the time. "Merlin! The full moon is about to come out. We best be going outside, Harry."
At the mention of the full moon, Harry felt the coiling sensation in his stomach just as a violent shiver went down his spine in anticipation. Still, he managed to beam at his parents despite his nerves.
Sirius shot up from his chair, so fast that it toppled backward onto the floor with a loud clatter. It was ignored in favour of Sirius expressing his impatient excitement. "Well, come on then. Let's go!"
He sauntered forward on light feet and started to push Harry toward the door leading to the balcony in the back yard… with Ginny still hanging onto his hand and Dobby clinging to one leg as he stumbled forward with great difficulty. His parents laughed at his predicament and Harry was tempted to give them a rude gesture in retaliation.
When they all got through the door to the back yard - which was really the back acres of the estate - the cool February air met his heated skin. He shivered again.
"You ready?" Ginny murmured next to him, her lips right at his ear. Another shiver went down his body. Her breath on his skin caused the little peach fuzz on his lobe to stick up.
"Yeah. A bit nervous, though." Harry admitted as he looked at her with a sheepish smile. He had to admit, he loved being able to share this experience with her. It was nice to be able to be open with her about things such as this that he wasn't able to share with anyone else.
She squeezed his hand tightly in hers, trying to quell his nerves with the comforting gesture. "Ah, you'll get through it in that messy, disastrous way of yours."
Harry scoffed, affronted, as they made their way down the stairs - which was rather difficult with Dobby still clinging tightly to his trousers and sobbing into his shin… "I'm starting to think that the messy of doing things is the right way of doing it."
A devious, chastire grin graced her lips before she leaned in close and put her mouth to his ear again. "You prefer the messy way of doing it, eh?"
Harry drew back abruptly and turned his head to stare at her wide-eyed.
"Wh-What?" He sputtered unattractively.
Ginny threw her head back and laughed uproariously at him. "You make it too easy to fluster you!"
They now made it to the grassy lawn and his parents and his godfather turned to look at them.
"What's so funny?" Sirius demanded as he eyed the two of them with a suspicious gleam in his eye.
"Nothing." Harry answered just as Ginny opened her mouth to answer. "Now, how do we start?"
James chuckled at his son's discomfort before he reached into his trousers pocket and produced two phials. One phial was premixed with a bunch of ingredients already and the other was a smaller one filled with what looked to be water.
"I had the liberty of assembling all of your ingredients for you and mixing them. The last ingredients that need to be added is dew that hasn't been exposed to sunlight of human feet for a full seven days," His dad lifted the water-filled phial, indicating that it was the dew, "And your mandrake leaf."
James nodded his head at Harry, just in case he temporarily didn't remember the mandrake leaf that was glued to the bottom of his tongue.
"You have to put together the rest of the potion under the entire light of the full moon," Sirius continued the explanation of the process. "Then, the potion has to stay out of the sunlight and can't be drunk until the next lightning storm."
"And while you wait for the next lightning storm," Lily interjected with her book-smart knowledge, "You must recite 'Amato Animo Aminato Animagus' at every sunrise and sunset."
Harry almost groaned aloud. It was only February. Which meant it would be a while until a lightning storm came about in Scotland. He would have to be reciting the incantation twice a day for a while…
"And when the lightning storm comes, you will have to say the incantation one last time before you drink the potion," His dad interjected once again, "After you down the last of it, you'll slip into a vision where you'll see what sort of animal your animagus should be."
His dad paused, choosing his words carefully. "It will take time to completely transform, so don't get frustrated if you can't get it right away. It took Sirius and I two years to finally manage it."
Harry swallowed heavily before he nodded, trying to quell his disappointment in the fact he probably wouldn't be able to transform into his animagus form during the war…
James nodded once and lifted both phials out to him. Harry let go of Ginny's hand and absentmindedly took them from him, unsure of how to hold such important substances. If he happened to drop and shatter the phial of the dew, he would have to wait until the next full moon and for his dad to acquire more dew and wait for seven days until it was ready.
A shuddering breath left his lungs. "I'm ready."
They all nodded back at him, silent. His dad and Sirius were practically quivering with excitement.
Ginny bent down and was trying to coax Dobby off of his leg so that Harry could finish the potion, it took a moment but he finally relented.
It was another minute before the clouds parted and the shine of the full moon shone down on them in full force, illuminating the entire grounds.
Harry immediately got to work.
He uncorked both phials and poured the dew into the bigger phial filled with the pre-mixed ingredients. Then, he lifted his tongue and forced the mandrake leaf off of the underside of it as the sticking charm protested, before it relented. Holding the spit-coated leaf gingerly in his hands, careful to not let it slip and get sullied on the ground, Harry stuck the leaf in with the rest of the potion.
For a second, nothing happened. Then the potion around the leaf glowed a pale white that matched the colour of the moon as it dissolved the entire essence of the leaf that had been a part of Harry for a month. Just as suddenly as the glowing started, it relented just as quickly. Dimming to a dark amber colour that reminded Harry of Fire Whisky.
In the very next moment, the clouds overshadowed the full moon again, which left Harry tense. Was the potion complete? It had to be done quickly under the full light of the moon, otherwise, it would turn out to be a dummy potion. He looked up at his dad, worried.
But his dad had a beaming grin on his face as he stepped forward and extended his hand to him. Harry gripped his hold tighter on the phial that held the potion before he took his dad's hand and let him pull him up from the ground.
"Is that it?" Harry asked, uncertain as Sirius bent down to grab the forgotten cork from off the ground. Harry grabbed it from him as soon as it was offered before he pushed it in the opening, preventing any of the liquid from slipping out. "Did it work?"
His dad nodded. "Yeah, and just in the knick of time, too. I was keeping an eye on the clouds, making sure that they didn't cover the moon and muck up the process for you. But the leaf dissolved just in time."
Harry allowed the tension to dwell in his chest for a moment longer… before he finally released it in a heavy breath. His body was now relaxed and he felt his spirits lifting now that he had managed to successfully brew the potion in his first attempt.
It was then where Ginny stepped close to his side before she wrapped her arms tightly around his torso. "I knew you could do it!"
Pride swam in the pit of his chest as his heart started to thunder. A cocky chuckle escaped him without his permission as he wrapped a single arm low around her waist, hugging her curves. "And it wasn't done messily, either."
Ginny snorted playfully as she pushed him away in mock disgust. Harry laughed as he let himself stumble.
"Will you stay a while?" Lily suddenly injected. Harry looked over to her and could see in her eyes that she wanted that very much. Harry felt the same. It was still so difficult to be parted from them for extended periods of time after only really just getting them back not long ago...
Before he even made up his mind completely, he found himself nodding. "Of course. Gin, is that alright with you?"
He looked over to his girlfriend, leaving the choice up to her but also letting her know with his eyes that he desperately wanted them to both stay for a little while.
She melted under his gaze, which caused his heart to flutter in his chest a bit, before she nodded at him sweetly. He beamed at her before he turned to his mum to relay the message with a nod of his own.
"So what were you playing before we came and interrupted?"
A sly grin spread across James and Sirius' faces. "Just a little game of Wizard Poker. You ever play there, squirt?"
Ginny frowned at the nickname and took the liberty of sticking her tongue out at Sirius before she opened her mouth to answer… but was immediately cut off by a squeaky voice.
"Dobby plays Wizard Poker. Dobby always loses to Winky." Surprised gazes turned to look at the little house elf, staring at him in stunned silence. Before the sly grin returned to Sirius' face.
"Really…? Well, then, if you are willing to bet some of those hard-earned galleons of yours, then you are certainly welcome to play with us."
A delighted gasp escaped Dobby as he bounced up and down on his toes. "Dobby would love to play Wizard Poker with his new masters! Dobby cannot think of anything better to spend his galleons on!"
It was clear by the look on his Godfather's face that Sirius was trying to swindle poor Dobby… and Harry decided right then that he was going to go out of his way to make sure that Sirius lost to Dobby tonight.
"Sounds like fun..." Harry said musingly - which was something only Ginny caught on to from the side glance she shot him.
In the end, Dobby did lose. So did Sirius…
In fact, the real surprise was that it was Ginny who swooped in under all of their noses and won the lot of it. It was as soon as she won where Harry realised that she never actually confirmed if she had ever played before or not… and judging by the self-satisfied smirk on her lips, she was well-versed in the art of Wizarding Poker.
Sirius and James were a bit sour about losing to his girlfriend but Harry found that he didn't mourn the loss of the galleons that he bet. In fact, he found himself fascinated as he stared at her… marvelling in the fact that there was still so much more for him to learn about the love of his life. And by Godric's sword, he was damn excited to find out more and more about her for many years to come… She kept him on his toes like that.
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It was the next afternoon where Harry found himself sitting alone at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall.
He had just had a free period and was early for lunch, waiting for his friends to arrive to join him. But he had to admit, the quiet was rather soothing. He was always so busy in both his schedule and his thoughts that it felt rather nice to mentally check out for a moment as he mindlessly shoved a fork-full of food in his mouth.
But the quiet wasn't meant to last. Not when it involved him...
Harry had just put the goblet of pumpkin juice to his lips when Hermione approached out of nowhere and dropped a copy of the Prophet on the table in front of him. Frowning, Harry set his goblet down and picked up the newspaper.
The headline spoke of magical politics… speaking on the aftermath of Fudge and how Rufus Scrimgeour was faring in his newly appointed position as Minister of Magic.
Harry peeked his eyes up at Hermione over the newspaper. She was sitting across from him now and looking at him expectantly. He quirked an eyebrow at her. "So…?"
She huffed. "Look at the story at the bottom."
His gaze shifted to the bottom of the paper. There, at the bottom corner, was a small section detailing a suspicious attack on a small-town muggle pub.
His eyes quickly skimmed the words of the short, albeit poorly detailed, article before he looked up at Hermione again. He could feel that the colour had drained out of his cheeks. "Blimey…"
"Well?" Hermione pushed as she leaned forward towards him. Her voice dropped into a small whisper that was difficult to hear in the crowded Great Hall. "Do you think- Is it really-"
"It's him," Harry said, his voice firm and decisive. "And the Prophet is trying to hide it from the public."
As he threw the paper down on the table in disgust. He wondered how much damage there really was at that Muggle Pub? How many lives had really been lost but had been covered up? Hermione's eyes grew wide with panic. "But why would they do such a thing?"
"They're trying to make it seem as though what's happening is not a big deal. That the ministry is still able to handle the situation at hand…" Harry leveled his gaze and locked eyes with Hermione, "They're trying to keep from spreading panic."
"But that will just make it worse in the long run!" Hermione enthused, her entire expression was aghast. "The public has a right to know what's happening! What's going to happen!"
Harry nodded. "I agree."
A speculative gleam sparked in Hermione's eyes then, which Harry had come to recognise long ago was a sign that her brilliant brain was brainstorming ideas. Finally, she spoke up. "Perhaps we should get in contact with Rita Skeeter again…"
A distinct frown of distaste marred his lips. "Are you sure that's a good idea?"
Hermione thought for a moment before she nodded. "Yes. She can write for the Quibbler again since it's obvious that the Prophet is in the Ministry's back pocket."
Harry sighed as his body slumped over the table. This would mean that he would have to give another interview… He hadn't done many, most were done during his time in the Triwizard Tournament, but he already hated the ruddy things. He rubbed at his eyes tiredly underneath his glasses, already dreading the upcoming task. "Fine. Could you be the one to get into contact with her? And find a safe place for us to meet?"
Hermione nodded, indicating with her entire body that she was quite up to the task.
Harry bit his lip as he picked up his fork and nonchalantly speared some green beans. "And, uh, whenever that happens, I'm going to be bringing Ginny with us."
Hermione froze, her mouth open as she gaped at him. "Wh-What? Why?"
Abandoning his fork on his plate, his hand ran roughly through his hair before it lingered at the back of his head. "I-I sort of promised that I was going to start being more open with her. I need to start including her in on things if I don't want to lose her."
Concern grew in her brown gaze. "But Harry… Are you sure that it's a good idea to bring her along when you are meeting with Rita Skeeter? Of all the people?"
Harry hesitated before he answered, "Yes, I'm sure. Rita doesn't need to know about the extent of our relationship."
"She'll ask…" Hermione pointed out, her expression rather stern.
Harry rolled his eyes and picked up his fork yet again. "I won't answer."
He popped the fork into his mouth just as she crossed her arms across her chest, studying him. "Then she'll speculate and twist whatever story she wants."
Harry chuckled. "Oh no, she won't. Not with the headline I'm about to give her. It'll be too good for her to pass up. Either she ignores Ginny's presence there or she doesn't get the story. Her choice, really."
Hermione's eyes were still worried as she bit nervously at her bottom lip. "If you're sure…"
Harry nodded. "I am."
Quiet and reflective, Hermione nodded to herself before she settled back into her seat and started dishing her own plate.
They didn't speak for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts.
Finally, Harry cleared his throat and Hermione looked up. "Erm, so how's the flying lessons been going?"
It was no secret that Hermione was rubbish on a broom. Even she would be the first to admit it, completely comfortable with living the rest of her life with her feet firmly on the ground. But it was decided upon the three of them that it was important for Hermione to get comfortable in the air to better prepare for any dire situations where they would need to fly off in a hurry. Before his best mates got together, Harry had suggested that Ron be the one to teach Hermione. Harry saw it as a way for the two of them to spend time alone together so that they would finally admit their feelings for one another.
For some reason unknown to Harry, Hermione's entire face flushed at the question. "Uhhh… it's been rather distracting, to be honest."
Harry quirked a single dark brow at her. Hermione let out a heavy sigh. "Look, I love Ron and he's a really great flyer, but he's had a bit of a one-track-mind as of late…"
Her blush burned brighter and Harry immediately caught onto the gist of what she was implying. "Ugh! Really, Hermione? I didn't need to know that."
Hermione huffed and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's not as though I told you any details… not like what I have to hear from Ginny or Luna."
His mouth dropped open as he stared at her with a goldfish expression. It took a moment for him to recover. "G-Ginny?"
Hermione's eyes widened. "Oh, Merlin, I probably shouldn't have told you that."
"She-She talks about…?" His voice trailed off, though it was quite clear as to what he was implying.
Sighing again, Hermione nodded, her expression regretful.
Harry swallowed. "A-About us? And what we…?"
Her gaze shifted downwards, staring at her hands that had dropped down to her lap. Though she didn't answer, he knew her well enough to know that was all the confirmation that he needed. "S-So, uh, wh-what does she say…?"
His face was burning. And he couldn't quite meet her eye… instead, he looked past her, to the table behind her.
The answer that he got was an indignant huff. "Look, I've already said too much. Can't we just drop it and pretend that I didn't say anything?"
His eyes snapped to meet hers. The blush on his face was extending down his neck now.
"Wait! I, uh…"
Her brows furrowed, confused. "What?"
"Does she - D-Did she ever tell you if…" His voice trailed off as the words got stuck in his throat.
"Did she ever tell me what?" Hermione pressed, her confusion grew curious.
Harry swallowed thickly at the lump in his throat. He leaned forward minutely in his seat. Before he tried again, his voice came out in a whisper… "D-Does she like it? What we do together…?"
Hermione's expression softened before she had the gall to spear her fork through some cooked carrots on her plate and popping it into her mouth without answering… she chewed thoughtfully before she swallowed and looked at his anxious expression head-on. "Shouldn't you be asking her that?"
His face was positively burning by this point, both in embarrassment and irritation. "Well, it's a rather awkward subject to bring up to your girlfriend, Mione."
A derisive snort escaped her as she rolled her eyes at him. "Still, it's not my place to be the middle-man in your relationship, Harry. That's just... strange. It was bad enough when I had to run between you and Ron when you were spatting in Fourth Year…"
Harry grumbled as he fell back fully into his seat and speared his forgotten fork into some diced strawberries. "Fine."
They sat in silence for a moment… before Hermione broke it again.
"I think I need a new flying teacher…" Harry's eyes flicked up to look at her. "I would ask you to teach me but I know how busy you are with everything."
His hard demeanour softened as he stared at the girl that was like a sister to him. "Ask Ginny. She is just as good as I am at flying, if not better."
Hermione nodded and opened her mouth to respond, but that was the exact moment a presence plopped itself down right at his side. Harry beamed as soon as he saw that it was Ginny. She wasted no time in leaning forward to kiss him chastely in greeting. As she pulled back, Harry allowed himself the time to soak the sight of her in… She looked gorgeous today in a casual way that showed that she didn't even try. Her hair was in a messy braid and she didn't have a stitch of makeup on, which Harry knew was due to them oversleeping together in bed this morning.
She was beautiful.
"Hey, handsome," Ginny said with a quick waggle of her eyebrows before she turned her attention to Hermione. "Hey, Mione. Whatcha two talking about?"
She grabbed a spoon to start dishing her plate as Harry grabbed her goblet and poured it with the pitcher of pumpkin juice before setting it down before her. She flashed him a smile of thanks.
"Just that Ron's fired from being Hermione's flying teacher…" Harry informed musingly as he took the liberty of threading their fingers together on top of the table.
"Harry!" Hermione protested.
What could only be described as a guffaw of laughter escaped Ginny as she looked between the two of them. "May I ask why?"
Hermione allowed herself another moment to glare at him before she turned to Ginny with a sigh, her shoulders were slumped in defeat. "He's just… I don't know, distracting. There isn't much flying going on when we're alone on the pitch together."
In a completely different reaction to his own, Ginny threw her head back and laughed at this newfound information. It made Harry wonder why it seemed that girls were so much more comfortable talking about their sex lives to each other than he apparently seemed to be. Ginny certainly had no trouble talking about it to Hermione, it seemed.
"Merlin's beard!" Ginny continued to laugh, though she was trying to get it together. "You two go at it like rabbits!"
Harry shuddered at the mental image this caused in him before he forcefully pushed it out of his thoughts. He did not want to think about his best mates doing… that.
"Anyway," Harry interjected forcefully, deliberately wanting to change the direction of the conversation, "It looks as though Hermione is in need of a new teacher. You interested?"
Ginny's laughter cut off as she blinked a few times in surprise. "Me? Well, I… I'd love to teach you, Mione…" A devious smirk started to grow on her lips. "So long as you let it be me to break the news to dear, ol' Ronnikins."
Hermione opened her mouth to object, but was cut off.
"What news?" A new voice spoke from behind her.
Ron sat down next to Hermione before he kissed her cheek hurriedly and started shovelling food to his plate.
Ginny's smirk grew at his presence. She reached forward and placed her free hand on her brother's, halting the hand that was dishing food.
"Ron?"
To his credit, he was immediately suspicious. "Yeah?"
Ginny's smile was now full-blown.
"You're fired."
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A week passed in their routine.
Every afternoon - except for Tuesdays for the D.A. meetings - Ron, Ginny, Harry, and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team would practice drills on the pitch. Then, afterwards, Ron and Harry would go train in the Room of Requirement while Ginny taught Hermione how to fly.
After that, they would have dinner before they would go to the library or the common room to do any homework any of them would have. But best of all, Harry and Ginny would always retire together for the night in each other's beds.
And without fail, every night Harry would find himself hard with no release in sight.
He didn't even have time to beat off in the shower in the mornings, as he usually had Ginny waiting for him.
It was starting to get painful…
When they fooled around with their tops off, Harry always made sure to tilt his hips away from her as he snogged her plush lips…. He had lost control of this in the past but he didn't want to give her the wrong idea of his intentions. He also didn't want to torture himself more than he already was…
He was starting to unravel… becoming barmy mad in his desire for her.
Seeing her tits every day didn't help matters any. They were both a blessing and a curse, in a way. He looked forward to seeing them revealed to him every night but they also left him in uncomfortably tight trousers.
It couldn't go on like this.
It had to end.
Which was why he decided to ditch training with Ron that very evening, complaining of a headache. He also cancelled Quidditch practice that afternoon. Ginny would be teaching Hermione some flying skills which left Harry with a couple of hours alone in his bed to wank a couple of times in order to get it out of his system a bit...
When classes were over, Harry just about raced up the moving staircases in his eagerness to finally get the desired release that he so desperately needed.
After an entire month of not touching his dick, he was finally going to rub one out properly. At this point, it was just plain unhealthy to go on as he had. The lack of sleep was one thing but it felt as though his nuts were about to burst!
When he made it to the Fat Lady's Portrait, he yelled out the password to her in a brash tone that had her huffing at his rudeness.
Harry didn't care.
He rushed through the hole as soon as she swung open and took the stairs towards the boy's dormitories two at a time. And with no time at all, he was standing before the sixth year boys dorm. He tore open the door and shut it with a slam.
The only thing that separated him and his bed now was a few quick strides. He shivered in anticipation and excitement. He may be able to get some sleep tonight after all, rather than spending half of his sleeping hours willing his erection to go away…
He walked to his bed immediately, kicked off his shoes and tore open the curtains to his bed and-
"Ginny!" Harry exclaimed, surprise heavy in his tone as he gazed down at her in his bed.
Ginny grinned up at him before she reached up and grabbed his tie, pulling him down to join her on the bed. Harry allowed himself to be pulled onto his mattress before Ginny got up on her knees to shut the curtains behind him.
"Wh-What are you doing here?" Harry asked anxiously, noting the heavy erection between his legs that was crying for attention.
Ginny looked back at him with a perplexed expression on her adorable face. "What do you mean? Do you not want me to be here?"
"Merlin, no, that's not what I meant!" Harry managed to sputter out in a rush in an attempt to try and placate her.
Ginny smiled easily at him. "Good. Because I've been thinking about this all day."
And with that, she opened her robes, to reveal that she was only wearing her skirt underneath. Her shirt and bra were nowhere in sight.
Harry groaned painfully at the sight of her naked tits, so perfect and round, her nipples already hard and on display. Ginny started to lean closer to him, her arms planted themselves on the mattress as she crawled towards him, subconsciously squeezing her breasts together in the process.
He couldn't take it. He was going to combust if he didn't get the relief that he so desperately needed. He was slowly spiralling down into a vortex of mad desire that needed to be quelled!
Ginny was only a breath away from him when Harry suddenly snapped.
"I think I need a bit of time alone!" Harry blurted out in a rush of tangled words.
Ginny froze. And her eyes seemed to be shifting slightly as his words worked to register with her.
"Wh-What?"
The hurt in her gaze then appeared and it was too much for Harry to bear. He needed to explain, make her see that it wasn't anything that she did wrong.
"It's not anything that you did," Harry explained in a rush before the hurt that she felt could settle deep in her mind, "It - Merlin, how to explain this - It's just that I need time alone to- to…"
Ginny looked at him with confused, questioning eyes. "To, what…?
It was then something snapped inside of Harry once again, and he couldn't stop the tumble of words that came out of his lips. "I need to have a wank, alright?! Because I haven't had any release in what feels like weeks and I haven't had much alone time to do it with us always together at night - which is bloody amazing before you think any differently - it just makes it so I can't get relief after seeing your gorgeous tits every day and it is slowly driving me barmy mad! So, I just need a bit of alone time to get rid of it and I promise that I will come to spend the night in your dorm afterwards, alright?"
He was panting by the time he was done, his entire body was working up a sweat by how tight his balls felt at the moment.
Ginny stared at him, frozen with an emotionless expression stuck on her face. And it was then that it finally hit him. Did he really just say all of those things? Did he really just admit to his girlfriend that he was so turned on by what they did together that he needed time to get rid of the hard-on that was a result?
Merlin, he was such a cad.
But then, something shifted in Ginny's expression… something that Harry didn't have time to recognize before she leaned forward to kiss him softly.
Her lips were coaxing and Harry kissed her back, confused, but also relieved that she didn't seem to be angry at his outburst or his desire to be alone.
Her hand came up to his chest, feeling the clothed skin of his pectorals before her hand started to explore, tracing down to the hard muscles of his abdomen. The sensation caused a violent shiver to shoot down his entire body, straight to his erect cock.
This was pure and exquisite torture and Harry didn't think that he could take much more of it until he could have his time alone to rub one out. He was only human, after all. A human male, at that, who happened to have the hottest girlfriend in all of Scotland and Britain combined.
But then, her hand on his abdomen was gone. And Harry was left feeling bereft without it, contradicting his thoughts from before.
When suddenly, a tug on the button on his trousers alerted him and Harry's hand immediately snatched down to catch her wrist as he pulled back from the kiss.
"What are you doing, Ginny?"
Ginny's eyes opened slowly and through heavy-lidded eyes, she gave him the most heated, sexy look he had ever seen.
His breath escaped him.
She didn't answer. Instead, she leaned forward once again and claimed his lips in a tantalizing kiss that caused Harry's heartbeat to start thudding in his ears. Ginny opened her mouth immediately and their tongues met in a tangled dance as old as time.
Without even intending to, Harry lost himself in the kiss and his grasp on her wrist loosened slightly as he released a long and hearty groan.
Ginny's fingers went back to the button on his trousers, tugging it loose from its confinement. The little bit of pressure that was released did wonders for Harry, and yet…
Harry just barely pulled back from the kiss with a smack of their lips and opened his eyes to look up at her.
"You don't have to, Gin…" Harry whispered his reassurance. A part of him was afraid that he was pressuring her before she was ready.
But her next words put those thoughts to rest while he was primarily thinking with his lust-addled brain, which quickly dismissed all doubts…
"I want to," She whispered back, before she lifted her other hand to his chest and gently pushed him back until his head hit the pillows.
Ginny followed him, laying her body flush against his side as her lips immediately latched onto his neck. Harry groaned, his thoughts murky as he tried to remember his reasons for why he should put a stop to this. But when her teeth came out and nibbled at his particularly sensitive flesh, the last of his resistance was suddenly gone.
Ginny pressed herself closer to him, her sensual curves hugging him, and the feeling of her naked breasts pushed against his clothed chest. It made him want to take his shirt off so that he could feel her bare skin against him.
But before he could put the wayward thought into action, Ginny put a stop to it when her hand started slipping into his open trousers.
The next seconds seemed to feel like they passed by in what felt like an eternity. But then, miraculously, her fingertips met with the tip of his hard and aching flesh.
A long groan escaped him as her hand went deeper still, blindly searching, until her hand was finally wrapped around his length.
Harry was hyperventilating. She actually had him in her grasp and by Merlin, it was amazing! How had he never noticed how smooth the skin of Ginny's hands were before? How delicate and small her fingers felt when in comparison to his sizable length?
Ginny's teeth dug into the skin of his neck just as her hand started to move. The sensation caused Harry's hips to reflexively jerk upward in the air with a significant thrust.
"Oh, fuck…!" He muttered in a breathy tone. How was it even possible that her hand stroking his length felt better than when he did it with his own hand?
Ginny's lips wandered down to the exposed skin of his collarbone just as she was starting to lose some of her hesitation. Her hand tightened around his cock, her strokes becoming longer, deeper… contributing to his building pleasure.
Her thumb caught on his sensitive cockhead, which caused one of his fists to tangle in the bedsheets and his hips to jerk upward once again as he let out a strangled, "Ginny!"
His whole body was withering on the mattress. Never before had he felt a complete lack of control. He didn't think that it would be like this when he fantasized about it in the past, but he now realised that it was so much better than his imagination could have ever thought up.
He was left guessing what move she would do next as she explored him for the first time. He could tell that she was trying to learn his body, responding to his reactions so that she knew where to touch that would make him go mad with desire.
His grip tightened even more around the bedsheets while his other mindlessly came up to search blindly until it firmly landed on her left breast.
A groan escaped Ginny as she tugged him with added pressure. Harry threw his head back at the maddening pleasure that accosted him. The butterflies in the pit of his stomach were thrashing and swooping about like mad. His abdomen tightened deliciously and Harry knew that he was now close…
"Gin, oh Gin!"
He was trying to stave off his orgasm for as long as he could as he was suddenly grasping at her breast like a mad man, pinching her pebbled nipple with the same amount of pressure she was giving to his dick.
But when her thumb deliberately ran along the length of his tender slit, Harry couldn't hold it in. The pleasure that had been building had finally met the edge and there was no way of stopping himself from falling over it.
"Ginny, I-I'm gonna-"
His eyes squeezed tight before his balls drew up as he released his semen with a powerful cry. Thick ropes of cum shot out of him, a result of his lack of release that he had let build-up for weeks.
His entire body thrashed and shivered against the mattress as Ginny continued to caress him throughout his entire orgasm. The pleasure caused white spots to appear behind his closed eyes as all of his thoughts focused on Ginny. His senses were completely surrounded by her very essence. Her flowery scent, her soft skin, her emanating warmth…
It felt as though Harry's heart was about to burst!
When his orgasm slowed, the last bit of cum dribbled from the tip of his sensitive cock, Harry's eyes snapped open. Ginny lifted her head from where she had hid it in his neck, looking at him with questioning eyes. Her hair was rumpled in a tumble of waves that drifted down to her naked tits - which still had one of Harry's hands squeezing tightly to one of them…
One moment, they were staring at one another in complete awe of what had just occurred, the line that they had just crossed. But in the next, Harry launched himself at her. The momentum of his body pushed her onto her back as he took the liberty of laying partially on top of her. His lips latched onto hers and coaxed hers to move in tandem with his own brisk and hungry pace. It didn't take long for Ginny to match his frantic pace of kisses and for her to open her mouth to his in invitation. Harry probed his tongue, searching out her own as he thrusted it in her mouth in imitation for what he wanted his body to do to hers one day.
When it got to the point where they both desperately needed air, Harry pulled back enough to pepper kisses all over her face, his hands wandered their way back to cup both of her breasts in his palms.
"Please, Ginny…!" Harry begged as he bit the skin at the edge of her jaw.
Ginny gasped and squirmed against him at the sudden attention he was paying to her body. "P-Please what?"
Harry reached down to hook one of her legs up so that it was now draped over his hip and her body was angled towards his own.
"Please, Gin, let me touch you," Harry begged before he brought his lips back to hers, cutting off any sort of response she was about to give him. His tongue snuck out to lick at the seam of her lips right before he pushed it through and deepened the kiss.
A long groan broke out from the back of Ginny's throat and Harry felt her nod against him. He broke away, his thumbs suddenly pinching both of her pointed nipples in a joint attack of pleasure for her.
"Merlin, yes!" Ginny cried out as she arched her chest up into his torturous hands.
Harry grinned triumphantly before he leaned down to press his lips against her jaw once again.
His hand left it's home on her breast as it wandered down the naked skin of her abdomen. The flesh underneath his fingertips flinched at his ticklish touch and Harry couldn't help but smirk in satisfaction at the effect he seemed to have on her. His hand lingered at her navel, his fingers circling the small inverted button that caused Ginny's muscles there to spasm.
"H-Harry-!"
His smirk grew before his tongue drifted out to lick at the patch of soft skin right below her ear. In his desperation to touch her, Harry wasn't as hesitant as she was… because in the very next moment, his hand was up her skirt and touching at the apex of her thighs…
Harry gasped at what he felt. His fingertips ran shallow strokes over her knickers… which happened to be already completely soaked through with her wetness.
It couldn't be, could it? Was it possible for her to be so completely affected by him just as much as he was by her?
"Merlin, Gin," Harry groaned out painfully against her neck. His spent cock twitched a bit in his open trousers at this newly acquired information. "You're soaked."
Ginny only whimpered in response as her body gyrated slightly against him. In his lustful haze, Harry took this as a sign to continue. He forced his hand to wander higher to the hem of her panties - there was a little bow he could feel at the top of them - before he treaded forward and pushed his hand underneath the fabric.
What he found was a complete surprise. Smooth, bare skin met his fingertips. So soft, in fact, that Harry couldn't help but linger a bit at the skin he felt laying just above her pubic bone. Ginny shivered at the tickling sensation.
He pushed his hand lower, searching blindly for anything that felt remotely like her clitoris. When he couldn't see her down there, he had no clue where his fingers should navigate first. Until finally, he felt her wetness at the source…
Wet folds touched the nerves of his skin.
They both let out a gasp.
A long groan escaped him just as suddenly as he started to explore with his touch. He had never felt anything like it before. It was so foreign to him. But also exciting and new. He felt like an explorer on a new expedition, mapping out territory he had never before seen.
Her skin was even softer here than the skin over her pubic bone, and so very heated as her cunny dripped continuously.
Still, he couldn't seem to find what his dad and Sirius had described what her clit would feel like…
Where in Merlin's name was it?!
He was getting a tad frustrated with himself as he moved his hand around under her knickers, trying to find the little nub that would make her gasp in pleasure… with no luck.
This was starting to get embarrassing.
As if sensing his mounting frustration, Ginny latched her lips to his in a heated kiss. It took a moment, but eventually, Harry found himself lost in it. He groaned as his hand stroked her blindly, spreading her wetness evenly…
Then, he felt a hand lay over his own through her panties. Her hand gripped the outline of his wrist and tugged his entire hand upward, farther up than Harry expected, and pushed his fingers into a little nub that he could clearly feel jutting out against his skin.
As soon as he made contact, Ginny tore her lips away from his. Her back arched against the mattress as she let out a long groan. Harry grinned in triumph before he leaned down and attacked her neck, kissing sloppily against her sweaty and overheated skin. His fingers moved with more precision, in that circular fashion that his dad and Sirius taught him to do.
A moan overtook her as she writhed against him. Her hips moved in a jutting fashion against the hand that was giving her so much pleasure.
He kept this up with varying degrees of pressure until he found the right movement and compression that kept her moans and gasps continuous and prolonged. Soon, the muscles in his hand started to cramp up. But still, he continued with the onslaught of sensations he was giving her…
Until finally…
"H-Harry… I'm about to-" She cut herself off as her hips lifted from the mattress one last time before she dug then down into the mattress as her back rose in a perfect arch. "Ahh!"
Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut in order to cope with the full force of her orgasm. Newfound wetness met his fingers as it gushed out of her.
It was when her back lowered back to the mattress and her heaving breaths filled the silence of the room when the lustful haze finally lifted from him and reality settled in…
Merlin. Wh-What had he just done? Had he pressured her to do all of this before she was ready? Forced her without realizing it? She hadn't actually outright consented...
Self-hatred bubbled up from his gut.
Immediately, he removed his hand from her knickers, settling it on the bed beside her.
"Gin…" Harry kept his face hidden against her, not able to face her fully like the coward he was… "I-I'm so sorry, Gin. I didn't mean to pressure you like that. I-"
"Shhhhh," Ginny insisted and curiosity got the better of Harry as he lifted his head to look at her. And with a whack to his shoulder he hadn't seen coming, Ginny had hit him on the shoulder with her eyes still squeezed shut in concentration. "Don't intrude on my post-bliss feeling..."
Her voice was firm. Her eyes still closed.
It was another moment before she finally sighed and opened them, giving him a shy smile.
"I wasn't pressured, Harry," She finally said, "I'm not the type to go along with something that I don't want to do... I could've stopped you at any time."
Immediate relief found him and he felt the guilt subside. Instead, he allowed himself to bask in a new realisation… They had just touched each other. And bloody Merlin, it had been brilliant. Better than he thought it would be and definitely worth the wait. "And trust me when I say," Ginny continued and his full focus returned to her, "That you got me so worked up that... well, I sort of needed the release... and I definitely wouldn't mind a repeat performance in the very near future…"
Uncertainty marred her beautiful features as she stared up at him shyly. "That is, if you are up for it?"
Harry's responding nod was immediate and excessive. He was up for plenty more of what they just did. Before the rest of her words finally caught up with him and self-satisfaction bubbles in his chest. He flashed her a randy grin. "I got you worked up, did I?"
Ginny rolled her eyes at him before she lifted up her hand and looked at the copious amount of his drying cum that still coated her fingers, curious.
The onslaught of embarrassment and shame coiled inside of him as Harry flushed before he immediately reached over and grappled for his forgotten wand and cast a cleaning charm on her hand. The evidence on her hand vanished immediately. Ginny looked at him and noticed the mortified look on his face. She cupped his cheek with her now clean hand.
"Hey, no need to be embarrassed by something natural," How was it that she knew him so well? "I-In fact, I'm glad that I have this effect on you... I was, uh, afraid that I wasn't doing it right..." Would she ever cease to surprise him?
Suddenly feeling emboldened, Harry sat up and scooped Ginny into his arms and onto his lap. He held her tight against him as she giggled at the unexpectedness of the action. He put his mouth to her ear and whispered hotly to her. "Trust me, Gin. All that you need to do is touch it and you would be doing it right…"
"It?" Ginny asked, trying to sound coy but her voice only managed to come out as a whisper.
Still feeling bold in his lust, Harry grabbed her hand and put it on top of the growing bulge through his trousers.
"It." Harry muttered before he turned his head with a guttural groan, enjoying the feeling of her touch before he started peppering the side of her neck with kisses. Then, in another bold move, took Ginny's earlobe into his mouth and bit it.
A shiver went down Ginny's spine as her hand moved slightly over him.
Then, unexpectedly, Ginny pushed him away. The force of it made it so Harry landed on the mattress. Startled, Harry looked up at her with a bewildered expression before it slowly morphed to worry. Did he cross another line with her? Had he made her feel uncomfortable in his boldness?
But his fears were soon alleviated. Ginny scooted forward and placed both of her thighs on either side of him, so that she was straddling his hips... right over his crotch. Ginny bit her lip, no doubt at the foreign feeling of him so hard directly under her own heat... The only thing that separated them were his trousers and her panties under her skirt. Her naked breasts were still open and on display above him. Merlin, was it really quite a sight to see… Experimentally, Ginny rolled her hips forward and gasped at the feeling it invoked. Harry groaned himself at the sudden sparks of pleasure and his hands immediately went up to clutch at the fabric at her hips. Guiding her.
They writhed against each other until they both found completion. It felt so new and amazing and he had never felt closer to another human being before in his life. He couldn't imagine how much that would grow after they finally made love for the first time.
They ended up falling asleep early in his bed… Harry finally succumbed to sleep at the same moment it found Ginny. She folded herself in his arms as he held her tight against him, for once feeling completely rested.
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A/N: Whew! Is it hot in here or is it just me? This was a really difficult chapter for me to write and I'm so sorry that it took so long. I hope that this lemon has made up for it though! Because, YAY! They are FINALLY touching each other! And it only took 67 chapters and over 300,000 words to get to this point in their relationship! Was their first experience as awkward as you expected? Let me know what you think in the reviews! And for those of you who have been waiting for this moment since the beginning, an extra thank you to you for being patient with me and my love for a slow-burn romance. 3 (I'm looking at you, the Great, Mighty, Giving, Beautiful/Handsome Scrappy8).
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And finally, to address COVID-19. I am still having to go to work at this time because my job is essential as of right now. I have been extremely busy with work which was also part of the reason why I took so long to update this chapter. But rest assured that I have not been symptomatic and will be writing whenever I can whether it be on my breaks or on my days off. Stay safe and healthy out there, my lovely readers. I truly appreciate you all.
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