Chapter 14

Harry glanced at the clock on the bedside table and told himself it was still too soon to expect Ginny back yet. Of course, she'd just had to tell him they could make love tonight - rendering him almost completely useless for doing anything that resembled working. Instead of reading the Peabody Grange diary, he'd headed back to their rooms and relaxed on the bed, flipping through the pages of the book Hermione had given Ginny. That had been his first mistake, as now all he could think of was Ginny; in every position, in every diagram, and he found his mind just racing with possibilities. His second mistake had been in lying down on his stomach and casually moving back and forth against the bed until he'd realized what that little movement had caused his body to do in response. He rolled over and stared up at the canopy that draped across the top of the bed. All of the blood in his body was now headed in one direction.

"Bloody hell," he muttered and cursed his easily-aroused state. Oh, it felt good, and Harry wasn't upset at that really...he just...wanted to save it. He knew that if Ginny came back now, while he was still worked up, he'd probably go off the minute he touched her. And Harry really didn't fancy reliving their first night together in that way.

He picked up the book and flipped through it again, his eyes falling on an interesting paragraph.

"At times when the man is feeling particularly eager for sex, a short period of masturbation beforehand may actually increase his ability to maintain control during sex with his partner. Most men enjoy the relaxation masturbation affords them and can, therefore, spend more time pleasing their partner later on."

Harry put the book down and thought about it. Well, he could, of course, just have a quick wank and get it over with. Although Harry felt a bit wrong to be doing that while waiting for Ginny, he did actually want to enjoy their lovemaking later. And he did want Ginny to enjoy it as well; she'd been far too indulgent with his needs the past week, and he wanted to make tonight about her.

Slipping out of his clothes quickly, Harry lay back on the bed and closed his eyes, the image of how he and Ginny had looked last night in the mirror springing into his mind. He slowly moved his hand down to his now pleased body part and imagined it was Ginny's hand around him; he thought of her mouth and her face, and soon, he was lost inside the moving images inside his mind. Harry felt the early signs of his release as his body reacted and stroked a bit faster, gripping himself more forcefully. He grunted and then released a breath as his hand became slick. Harry thrust upwards slightly and hurried his movements. Ginny's name rolled off his tongue in a guttural whisper, and he bent his knees, pushing himself towards release. He moaned as he came, pushing his head into the bed, his hand eventually slowing as his body came back down. He reached for his wand and did a quick cleaning spell on himself. He lay back on the bed and sighed.

"Well, that was certainly interesting to come home to," Ginny said from the door, and Harry opened his eyes and turned his head so quickly, he hurt his neck.

He stared at her, feeling his skin heat. "What...how long...why...Ginny!"

Ginny smiled and came into the room, sitting at the edge of the bed. "Did you really miss me that much, Harry? You couldn't wait?"

Harry cursed, turning over and burying his head into the duvet on the bed, aware he was completely naked and not showing his best side to the world. He grumbled under his breath and looked around for something to cover himself with, even though he knew she'd seen him naked so many times it didn't matter. He just wanted to get rid of the idea that she'd been watching him please himself without her.

Ginny watched him for a moment and then leaned across the bed towards him, touching his shoulder as he scrambled for a pillow. He stopped and looked at her quickly. He didn't know why, but he was utterly embarrassed.

"Look, Gin, I was just um...well...reading, and it said if I was feeling eager...I should perhaps...you know...um...just...um..."

"Harry, look at me," Ginny said softly, and he finally met her eyes. She smiled gently. "Don't be embarrassed; I think it's...well, it was quite sexy, actually. Were you thinking of me? I heard you say my name."

Barnabusthe Barmy's head on a stick - she'd been watching since then? Harry closed his eyes and nodded.

"Why are you so self-conscious about this?" Ginny asked him, moving closer to him.

Harry opened his eyes and shrugged. "I don't know...I reckon, well, I don't want you to think I'm so sex-crazed that I can't wait an hour without a wank."

Ginny laughed. "Oh, but it's okay if I think you're sex-crazed just by waking up with you poking me in the back every morning or by the pervy way you watch me get dressed or by the way you constantly -"

"All right, Ginny, point taken," Harry said disagreeably and sat up, placing the pillow in front of him. Ginny bit her lip, and her eyes were laughing at him.

"Why are you so shy all of sudden, Harry? It's not like I don't know what's under there," she said as she tugged on the edge of the pillow.

"I don't know," Harry exclaimed, and he knew he was turning red. "I just...well, it was supposed to be private."

Ginny stopped teasing him and gave him a thoughtful look. "You are a very strange boy, Harry."

"Wonderful observation," Harry said balefully. What a bang up start to the evening we're having, he thought to himself. "Look, I was only doing it because the book told me it might help me...er...have better control later, and I didn't want to you know, ruin anything. I really want to go slow and enjoy it."

Ginny smiled and leaned forward, kissing him. She moved closer to him, and he let go of the pillow, wrapping his arms around her instead. Soon the pillow was pushed out of the way as Ginny started moving her hands over him. They rolled over, and Harry found himself above her, pulling at her clothes. Ginny helped him by removing her blouse. He tugged on her jeans, pulling them down her slim hips before moving his hands back up to caress her. Ginny breathed heavily in his ear and put a hand on his chest to stop him. He met her eyes, realizing that he'd just been about to break his own promise of going 'slow'.

Ginny smirked and then used her other hand to caress his back. "Let's take a shower, Harry. I feel sort of sweaty, all of a sudden. Maybe the water can help us cool down a bit."

"Only if we take a cold shower," Harry said as he sat back, letting her sit up. She grinned at him and stood up. She took his hand, pulling him up off of the bed.

"Come on, then. We won't know until we try."

Harry let her lead him into the bathroom and then watched as she moved away from him, unhooking the clasp of her bra. She noticed him watching and smiled widely, winking at him. She threw her bra at him, and he growled as he pushed it off of his shoulder. He moved closer to her and backed her into the wall, near the sink. All that stood between their bodies meeting was the thin cotton of her knickers, and he traced his hand down her stomach. He teased her by cupping his hand over her mound, his finger briefly slipping under the edge of the underwear and then slipping back out. Ginny's eyes took on a slightly glazed look as he rubbed himself against her, and she put her arms around his shoulders to steady herself.

"Maybe we won't make it to the shower at all," she said, her voice breathy. They both turned and looked at the shower door that seemed to be a million miles away. Harry raised his eyebrow and smiled. He started kissing her neck, moving even closer to her, parting her legs with his knee.

"We can shower after," he whispered, feeling bold. "After I take you right here, against this wall."

He moved his hands to her breasts, stroking the sides of them gently before cupping them and teasing each nipple with his fingers. Ginny made a slight moaning sound in his ear as he continued licking his way down around her neck. Harry shifted, turning Ginny to the right and lifting her leg off the ground. He placed her leg on the edge of the sink, bending it at the knee and making sure she was comfortable. With determination, he went back to kissing her body, his mouth covering her nipple. As he licked and sucked, his hands continued to caress and explore her, causing her breath to quicken. He teased her again through the fabric of the knickers, feeling the warmth and wetness just waiting to be released.

"Hmm...Harry," Ginny said, her voice soft as his hand made another pass between her legs.

He pulled his mouth from her and looked up, straightening slightly to kiss her on the mouth, his hands still stroking the inside of her thigh. She moaned against his mouth as his fingers slipped inside again, just teasing her with the barest of touches.

Ginny pulled her mouth away from his and looked at him, her eyes blazing. "Harry Potter, if you don't rip those knickers off of me this instant, I am going to Bat-Bogey Hex you into next week."

"You don't have your wand, Ginny," Harry said softly, teasing her again.

Ginny raised her eyebrow. "Accio wand," she said simply, and they both turned, watching as after a moment, her wand floated through the door to them. She smirked as she took hold of it and pointed it at him.

"Now, get those knickers off of me."

Harry chuckled. "Very impressive, Gin." He reached out and put his hands on her hips, moving them slowly to the top of her knickers. He met her eyes and started lowering them very slowly. Ginny bit her lip as he paused to tug on them and gave a slight nod of her head.

"Just rip them off."

Harry smiled and did as she said, feeling the fabric tear in his hands as he pulled on them tightly, the noise of the cloth ripping sounding beautiful to his ears. He pulled them away from her and then held them up.

"I think you may have to repair these later."

"I really don't give a Kneazle's arse about the bloody underwear, Harry. Now put that mouth of yours to work," she said, her tone demanding, a mischievous glint in her eye.

"And what if I don't?"

Ginny grinned, and she placed the tip of her wand against his chest. "Then, I'm turning you into frogspawn."

Harry laughed and shook his head. "Well, we can't have that. I'd best do as you say, mistress."

Ginny cast him a superior look and then giggled as he bowed in front of her. "Mistress, eh? Oh, dear Harry."

Harry grabbed one of the towels from the rack and placed it on the ground in front of her. He started to kneel down when she placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Harry, what are you doing?"

Harry glanced up at her and smiled, removing his glasses. "Just getting into a comfortable position, mistress."

"But I was just...oh!" Ginny exclaimed as Harry pulled her to him, his hands snaking around her and gripping her backside. He brought her close to his face; he licked his lips and squinted up at her.

"Lift your leg again, Gin...yeah, like that." Ginny shifted and then moved her leg back to the sink. He moved his face closer to her, his mouth kissing the inside of her thigh. Ginny trembled slightly in his hands. He breathed in the deep scent of her and realized how much he'd missed being this close to her. He nuzzled his face in between her legs and kissed his way around her body, causing a low moan to escape from her throat.

Harry parted her sex with his tongue, teasing gently...probing. He used the leverage of his hands on her back to tilt her body forward, bringing her even closer to his mouth. He twirled his tongue slowly over her and then rolled it as he teased her opening with it. Ginny had her hands in his hair, pushing his head slightly and then more forcefully as he jabbed at her with his tongue, playing with her. He heard Ginny saying his name and continued to love her with only his mouth; tasting her on his lips was driving him crazy with desire. Harry wanted to hear her screaming; he wanted to feel her quiver under his kiss. He moved one of his hands around and slid it slowly down her stomach, caressing her skin and then finally teasing the inside of her leg, making her open her legs wider. He swirled his tongue around her center finally, causing her body to shake as she slid down the wall slowly, slipping deeper into his embrace.

"Harry, don't stop...don't stop...oh...oh yes!" Ginny cried out as he pulled on her center with his lips, closing his mouth around it. He felt her body contract underneath him, and she shifted, bringing her leg from the sink to around his head, resting it on his shoulders. Her hand gripped his hair painfully, and she cursed as he refused to stop, her body trembling under his mouth.

Ginny kept saying his name, again and again, her voice finally giving way to a harsh whisper as he continued to suck and lick at her, moving back and forth from her opening to her center. He finally pulled his head away from her after she had come again. Ginny slid the rest of the way down the wall. He caught her and pulled her to him, kissing her deeply. She pushed away from him after a while, her eyes dazed.

"Oh my goodness, I missed you doing that," she said softly. Harry laughed quietly and nuzzled her nose with his own.

"And I missed doing it...gods, I love the way you feel when you come."

Ginny's skin turned pink, but she smiled at him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I love you, I love you," she whispered in his ear, and he felt that same sense of completion inside of his heart. That wonderful warm feeling of having everything he'd ever wanted right in his arms.

"You know what I want now?" Ginny asked, breaking him out of his reverie.

He smiled at her. "What? Food?"

"No! Well, maybe later. No, what I really want is to shower and then get you on that bed all wet and clean and...I want to just...hmm...Harry," Ginny said as he shifted, rubbing himself against her, reminding her that he was, by now, more than ready. And furthermore, he didn't feel like waiting any longer.

"Okay, okay...maybe the shower can wait. Come on," Ginny said, as she tried to stand up. Harry helped her to her feet, and she grabbed the wand she'd dropped sometime during his session on the floor. He put his glasses back on, pleased as he noticed the flushed look of her skin. As they entered the bedroom, she flicked her wand hand at the wall, and it turned into a mirror again. She turned, smiling widely at him.

"So...which new positions do we get to try?"

Harry looked around and picked up the book from the floor. "Page seventy-three," he said as he handed it to her, pulling the pillows from under the duvet.

"Oh, well...this does look...fun," Ginny said, her voice high. Harry turned and smirked at her. "Which er...variation did you want to try, Harry?"

"Read the first one," he said as he placed a pillow at the edge of the bed.

"Er...right...then," Ginny said. A moment later, she began to read, her voice sounding strained.

"The woman may lie on her stomach, or she may rest on all fours, as her mate stands or kneels behind her. He may either place his legs inside or outside of hers. The angle of penetration is usually intense in this position, and the woman may adjust by closing or tightening her legs around him, increasing the friction and grip on his penis with her body. The man may thrust as slowly or as quickly as he likes, and may either grip her body to his, or caress her breasts with his hands. Deep thrusting is very easy in this position, and he is able to stimulate the inside wall of his partner's body in a way he is unable to do so in other positions."

Ginny stopped reading and looked at him. "All fours, then, I take it?"

Harry smiled and scooted back on the bed. "I'm feeling a bit cheeky," he admitted, and Ginny scowled good-naturedly at him.

"Where's your wand, Harry?"

Harry looked around the bed and saw that it must have rolled off from their earlier tumble. "Is it on the floor?" he asked. She nodded and bent down to retrieve it, handing it to him.

"Well, go on, do the Contraception Charm so we can shag already," she said, laughing.

"Oh, well gee, aren't you the romantic," Harry said and did the spell quickly. Ginny looked down at the book still in her hand and then at him.

"There's nothing that romantic about this position, Harry. The book says so."

"It does not."

"Does too, perhaps you didn't read that far...listen: 'The attractiveness of rear-entry positions are their very lustfulness and animalistic qualities. There is a lack of intimacy that some women find disagreeable, and some find that they feel more like an object than an equal partner. As for the male, he is rewarded by being able to control the depth of penetration and by watching himself enter his partner, as well as being able to appreciate the view of his partner's backside. Because of this extra visual stimulus, most men find that they orgasm quickly in this position, while most women do not.'

"So, like I said, Harry...it doesn't seem that romantic. Seems to me, you get all the fun."

Ginny folded her arms and looked at him smugly. Harry laughed at her. "Turn around, Gin; did you forget what you made the wall turn into? I thought we could use it so that we could watch each other again."

Ginny blushed and then looked at the mirror she'd made. She tilted her head and then glanced from the bed to him, meeting his eyes. She smiled widely.

"All right, you sold me, you perverted thing. I really shouldn't leave you alone with this book too often, should I?"

Ginny walked over to the bed and climbed onto it. She reached for him, and they started kissing. Harry felt so amazingly turned on that he thought he would burst - and then realized that was what he didn't want to do, at least...not quite yet. Pulling away from her, he turned her around so that her back was facing him. Their eyes met in the mirror, and she smirked, falling forward slightly onto her hands. She gripped the pillow he'd placed at the edge of the bed, and she looked up to meet his eyes again.

Harry touched her back with his hand, moving it slowly down to her bottom and then cupping it gently. He lowered himself and kissed the small of her back, moving his head lower and lower. Ginny sighed, and he reached his hands around the side of her - underneath her, caressing her breasts lightly. He moved his hand slowly down to in between her legs; she was still wet from his mouth, and Harry breathed in the deep scent of her. He adjusted himself behind her and sat up, meeting her gaze again. With a slight movement, he placed himself at her opening and then slowly entered her, relishing the feeling he'd been missing for the last few days. Ginny bit her lip as she watched him, and she rocked back slightly, making him glide further into her. They moved and shifted together until Harry felt as though he were drowning inside of her. He looked at Ginny, and she had a slightly amazed look on her face.

"Oh, Harry, you're...oh, it's so deep."

"Is it too much?"

Ginny shook her head. "No, it's...effin brilliant."

Harry smiled and then thrust forward slightly, causing Ginny to gasp. He watched as she closed her eyes, her face a mask of concentration.

"Ginny, look at me," he said softly, and she opened her eyes, meeting his gaze in the mirror. He started moving, very slowly inside of her, half-thrusting and half-just letting himself enjoy being buried so deep within her. Her body felt good pulled back against his, and he watched as she pushed back slightly with her hips, causing a sensation of absolute pleasure to wash over him.

"Oh, that feels so good," he said, slightly breathless, closing his eyes a moment and concentrating on her body around him.

"Pull all the way out and then push back in Harry," Ginny said, her voice sounding tense with desire. Harry opened his eyes, understanding the need he saw in her eyes. He looked down and watched as he withdrew all the way out of her and then pushed back in, astounded that something so simple could look and feel so amazing.

They created a rhythm of thrusting and moving back and forth, Ginny grunting slightly as he moved behind her, her lips between her teeth. They watched each other in the mirror, completely unabashed. Harry reached around and used his fingers to find her centre, rubbing it, causing her eyes to widen.

"Oh, Harry, that's...oh...fuck, yes," Ginny breathed out slowly, leaning forward. "Faster, Harry, do it faster."

Feeling very much like giving her what she wanted, Harry released the last bit of his control and speeded up his actions, pushing against her. He loved the sound their bodies made as they met and soon felt his head spinning with desire as his body tensed, ready to release itself. He speeded up his fingers and felt Ginny contract around him as she too reached that edge.

They came together, suddenly; Ginny crying out as he fell forward over her, exploding deep within her. Ginny, amazingly enough, took his weight, and they stayed in their position, their breathing both haggard. Harry felt himself pulse deep within her and wanted to never move again. He wrapped his arm around her middle and pulled her back against him as he fell on his side. She moved closer to him and sighed, her neck at his shoulder. They both looked at the mirror and met each other's eyes. Their bodies glowed white in the light of the room, and Ginny's hair was bright against the darkness of his own.

"You know," Ginny said softly as she turned slightly to look up at him, "we look outstanding together. If I wasn't a part of us, I'd be jealous."

Harry laughed and tore his eyes away from the mirror, looking down at the loveliness he couldn't believe he held in his arms. He kissed her and tightened his grip around her.

"I want to make love to you forever," he whispered when their mouths broke apart. Ginny smiled and cupped his face with her hand.

"Forever, Harry? Really? Can we sleep for a bit, do you think? Three earth-shattering orgasms in one evening is my limit, I'm afraid."

"Only three?" Harry said as he shifted, making more room for her inside his embrace.

"Hmm...but they were very, very good ones," Ginny said, sounding sleepy.

Harry kissed her forehead and then snuggled in closer to her, breathing in the honeyed-sweet scent of her hair. He removed his glasses, and then he happily drifted off to sleep.

o-o-o-o-o-o

Ginny awoke, still in Harry's arms, feeling him hard against her back. She gasped and opened her eyes, not knowing how long they'd rested. Harry muttered something into her hair and tightened his grip around her, and she knew he was still asleep. Smiling to herself, she shifted her body so that it lined up with his. She pushed back slightly, opening her legs and felt him slip into her. She wasn't surprised to feel Harry thrust gently forward, his body apparently awake enough to know what to do. She turned her upper body so that she could look at his face.

"Harry," she said softly, reaching up and caressing the side of his face, her hand lingering on his hair. "Wake up, wake up..."

Harry's brow creased, and he moved again, and Ginny bit her lip as the slight pleasure it gave her flared through her. She managed to wrap her legs around his and tightened herself around him, causing him to thrust forward again. Oh, I want him awake for this.

Ginny twisted her lower body, grounding herself into him again, this time more aggressively. "Harry, wake up and shag me senseless this minute!"

Harry's eyes fluttered open, and he smiled as his eyes tried to focus on hers. His smile quickly faded as he realized what was happening to the rest of him.

"Oh...oh...oh," he said as she tightened herself around him.

"Yes, oh, oh, oh. Now wake up and do this properly, you git." Ginny laughed as he suddenly thrust forward with his hips. "Oh, bloody brilliant...that's what you are," she said in a breathy voice as she felt him grow even harder inside of her.

"Oh, Gin," he whispered, sounding awed. He pushed forward, and she adjusted her body, turning more onto her side. She closed her eyes and tried to open her legs around his, to give him more room to maneuver. Harry drew in a tense breath and exhaled, the air tickling her skin. His hand moved around, and he cupped her breasts; Ginny glanced at their image in the half-light of the room and smiled.

"We look absolutely amazing, Harry. Look at the way we fit together."

Harry grunted as he tried to thrust deeper into her. "I can't," he said, his voice deep. "I took off my bloody glasses to sleep."

Ginny laughed and loved the feeling of their bodies moving together. She suddenly wanted more. "Harry, let me be on top this time."

Harry stopped moving, and she slipped out of his embrace. They rolled over, and she straddled him, kneeling down to kiss him. She sat back up and looked around, finding his wand on the bedside table, next to his glasses. She handed them both to him.

"I think probably the spell again, Mr Potter, just to be certain," she said lightly as he put his glasses on. He smiled and did the Contraceptive Charm one more time. He also flicked on the candles in the room. Ginny gazed around and smiled at him.

"Why so bright, Harry?"

"Because you are definitely worth seeing."

Raising her eyebrow, she lifted herself slightly off of him. His eyes looked vibrant as he gazed at her. He handed her his wand.

"Do my hands again," he whispered, nodding at her.

"Are you certain you want to be at my mercy?" she asked cheekily. Harry nodded.

"Make me yours," he said simply.

"I thought you already were," Ginny said coyly. She lifted his arms above his head and pointed his wand at them, securing them into place. She looked back down to find him watching her. "Are you going to try to break the spell again?"

"I'm going to see what happens, yeah, but really, I just want you to do whatever you want to do to me."

He lifted his head, and she kissed him, her hands straying to his hair, pushing it off his forehead. Her finger lingered on his scar, and seeing his momentary surprise at the way she tenderly touched it, she brought her mouth up to his forehead and kissed his scar. The skin was slightly rough, and she traced its shape with her mouth, causing Harry to exhale sharply underneath her.

"Ginny -" he began, but she stopped him.

"I love all of you, Harry. Even that bloody scar. And like the rest of you, it deserves to be kissed."

Ginny stretched out and then placed her legs inside of his. She felt him hard against her and smiled. She moved forward, placing herself over him. She looked up and met his eyes. With another quick movement, she lowered herself over him, letting him enter her fully. She bit her lip as he filled her and didn't move for a moment, enjoying the sensation.

She rocked forward and loved the feeling of control. Meeting Harry's eyes, she decided to sit up. She readjusted herself and looked down at him, smiling. "Think you can let me do it all, Harry?"

Harry nodded. "Whatever you want, Ginny."

She kissed him briefly and then let her arms travel up to where he were being held. She pulled back and then let her hands stray back down to his chest. She caressed his nipples, teasing them slightly with her nails. She moved her waist forward, causing Harry to shift inside of her. She moved up and then down, loving the way she could control how deeply he was inside her. She propped herself above him, and she was the one to thrust forward, and she sighed as their bodies came together.

"Oh, Harry, this is...hmm...do you want it faster? Should I go slower?"

"Kiss me again," he said instead. His voice was rough, and she obliged him. They pulled apart, and locked eyes and Ginny felt a sense of energy inside of her, daring to spill out. Harry moved his head back as she moved forward, increasing her speed. His eyes looked up at his hands, and his lips were a dark red. Ginny kissed him again and then traced his face with her finger.

"Gin, sit back, let me watch you," he whispered in her ear, his voice thick with desire.

Smiling, she did as he asked and threw her head back as she rose off of him again, holding him tightly between her legs. Ginny soon lost herself in the sensation of riding him; she moaned and shifted forward, the friction of his body rubbing against hers, causing a slow burn of pleasure to fill her.

She rocked forward, taking him deeper into her, and she let out a small cry of joy as Harry continued to let her do everything. She looked down at him, her hair falling forward into her eyes, and she smiled. Harry was watching her, his desire and enjoyment evident in his eyes.

"Let go, Gin," he whispered, his voice seeming to caress her skin, and she rocked back with her hips, quickly moving up and down again. The start of her climax was pushing through her even as she reached out and rested her hands on his arms. She twisted her hips slightly, and Harry cursed quietly, his head moving back against the bed, his eyes closing.

Ginny felt overwhelmed with emotion and unlike herself, as though something else was guiding her on - she twisted her hips again, this time moving forward as she did so. It apparently felt as good to Harry as it did to her because he opened his eyes, his expression one of pure delight. She suddenly wondered what it would feel like to have him holding onto her hips as she rocked back and forth. She wanted him to join her as she moved.

"Thrust, Harry; do it now," she commanded, and he replied by pushing upwards with his body, meeting hers in a powerful stroke that left her breathless. She closed her eyes and felt white-hot inside, as though she were melting into something sweet and delirious. She swayed above him, feeling him shift and push himself up into her, and when she came, she cried out, her voice loud and rough to her ears. Dimly, she felt Harry throb inside of her, and his own release was like music to her ears as he whispered her name. She collapsed on top of him, her hair falling over them both. She wasn't surprised when she felt Harry's arms wrap around her. She'd known he'd broken the Binding Spell ages ago.

After their breathing had calmed, Harry shifted so that they were both lying on their sides. He caressed her face in wonder. She opened her eyes and gazed into his; they were so full of all the things he never said, and she saw the love he had for her reflected there, daring her to reach out and grab it. Instead, she pulled him closer to her and kissed him, her mouth opening his with a slight push of her tongue.

"Thank you, Harry," she said softly, tracing his lips with her finger.

"Thank me? No, thank you, Ginny. That was...that was better than anything I have or will ever know."

"But you let me take control; you even like it. That's amazing, Harry."

Harry snorted and then looked at her, realizing she was serious. "Well, isn't love supposed to be about give and take?"

Ginny shrugged. "Maybe. I don't know, I don't think most people have that. I...I really liked doing it all, Harry. I didn't feel like me, but maybe it was just that for the first time I really was me. Knowing that you love me and that I can do anything with you...it's incredible."

Harry pulled her into his arms. "I think I know exactly what you mean, actually. But, you know, I could just be one hell of a lazy git and actually enjoy having you do all the work. And I have to admit, watching you let go while I'm under you is not a bad place to be. Not at all. You're flipping amazing while you're up there."

Ginny laughed, and Harry loosened his grip on her. She rolled back slightly, smiling at him. "Amazing, huh?"

"Brilliant," Harry said, nodding at her. "You get this look in your eye, and you throw your head back, and you just...you look like you're having such a good time. I know I don't look half as gorgeous as you do when the positions are switched."

Ginny giggled. "Yeah, you do have a tendency to look as though you just got through detention with Snape."

Harry's eyes widened before he realized that she was teasing. He started tickling her, making her cry out for mercy before too long, her heart beating fast in her chest.

They settled back on the bed, and Ginny took her hand into his. "What are we going to do when we have to leave the Abbey?"

Harry didn't say anything at first and then squeezed her hand. "We're going to go home and tell them that we love each other and...well, I don't think your parents are going to let us sleep in the same room any time soon, but I am going to make certain that they know how serious I am about you."

"And at school?" she asked, remembering their argument earlier in the summer about being discreet.

"And at school," Harry said with a sigh as he looked at her, "we say sod it all and do it in every classroom we can find, including the Room of Requirement, the library, and the hospital wing, since I end up in there at least once a month anyway."

Ginny narrowed her eyes until she saw a ghost of a smile on his face. She punched him lightly. "Very funny, Harry. Oh my goodness, can you imagine getting caught? At school? Oh, I'd die from embarrassment."

Harry smiled. "Yeah, it would be a bit...off-putting, wouldn't it? Can you imagine McGonagall walking in on us? She'd probably either hex us or give us suggestions. I can hear her now, 'Mr Potter! You are doing that in the entirely wrong position! Stand up, young man, and do it properly'."

"Harry! She would not. Oh, Merlin, can you even imagine McGonagall doing what we do?"

Harry groaned. "Oh, great. Wonderful mental image, Gin. Brilliant. Now I am going to be thinking of that all night. I may never have an erection again."

Ginny giggled, and they held each other for a little while, Ginny resting her head against his chest. She gazed down at their hands, still joined, and knew she had to bring it up eventually.

"This time, with your hands...was it the same?"

Harry didn't say anything for a moment, and she looked at him. He shrugged. "A bit, yeah, I...just wanted it to happen this time, and it did. I should be thrilled about that, right? I mean...why, does that scare me a little bit?"

"I knew exactly when it happened this time," Ginny said thoughtfully, and Harry looked sharply at her.

"Really?"

Ginny nodded. "Yeah...I just...knew. In fact, right beforehand, I was wondering what it would feel like to have you holding onto my hips as I moved up and down. And you don't have a headache this time, do you?"

Harry looked startled for a moment and then shook his head. "No, I don't...not at all. Nothing. I'm just...me, up here," he said as he tapped his head, an odd expression on his face. He glanced at her. "What is it?"

Ginny looked away and then rolled back on the bed. She had just had a bizarre idea about Harry's apparent power flares. She wondered if she were going slightly crazy from all the incredible sex they'd had. She giggled at the thought.

"Gin?" he asked, his voice worried.

She turned and shook her head. "Nothing. Let's not worry about it; I'm just glad your brain is staying one place for a change. Hey, what do you reckon is the record for most sex in one night?"

Harry blinked at her. "Er...I don't know. How many times do you actually want to do it tonight? I mean, I know I'm young and everything, but...I don't fancy having a heart attack before I hit twenty."

"You have no sense of adventure, Harry. I mean, what a way to go! Shagged to death!" Ginny said, laughing.

"Hmm...maybe we could just have some fun some other way since you're so up for it," Harry said as he rolled on top of her, parting her legs with his knees. A moment later, and his hand had found its way in-between her legs. "Well, at least for the next twenty minutes or so while my poor and abused body regroups."

Ginny smirked and then sighed as he slipped his fingers into her, caressing her inner folds. She watched him as he looked down at her, his expression determined. He switched speeds slightly, and she parted her legs more. "Hmm...Harry...you're going to make me lose my voice tonight, aren't you?"

"Well," he said as he placed a finger over her center, teasing it gently, "that is one way to shut you up."

Ginny's eyes widened, and she was about to offer a retort when he ducked his head down and kissed her, his lips sweet against hers.

"That wasn't very nice, you wanker," she said after he pulled away. He settled to the side of her, his eyes sweeping over her body. His other hand now started caressing her breasts. His skin turned pink at her words, but he only smiled at her and started kissing her collarbone, his mouth hot against her skin. Ginny felt herself begin to swoon at the sensations he was, yet again, causing to rise within her. Harry's head moved lower and lower over her body.

"Harry, what are you doing to me?" she asked after a moment, already feeling her body respond to just his fingers. She felt light-headed and giddy.

Harry moved his head back up and appeared above her, smirking. "Loving you," he said simply. He added his thumb to the mix of whatever it was he was doing between her legs, and she bit her lip, savoring the feeling. She met his eyes.

"Oh, well then...carry on," she said softly, and he chuckled, removing his glasses and repositioning his head back down to where he'd last kissed her.

However much she liked taking control of things, she realized she had absolutely no problem with handing things back over to Harry. When his mouth eventually found the inside of her thigh, she closed her eyes, sighing to herself. It's wonderful to be loved.

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Lucius hated Percy Weasley. He hated his sniveling attitude and his annoyingly common red hair. But, the boy was useful and right now, since he and Goyle could not be seen in London, he was also proving to be a helpful ally. Of course, Pettigrew was another story altogether. He glanced at the man whom his Master held closer than any other and could only feel disgust. Still, it was not his place to question things, was it? Bellatrix may appreciate rubbing Pettigrew the wrong way, but Lucius showed his indifference as precisely that. He didn't give a rat's arse what Pettigrew did, had done or would ever do. The man was filthy - both figuratively and literally.

"So you're certain your family expects Potter and your sister back at the end of the month? A week before term starts at Hogwarts?" Lucius asked Weasley.

The other man nodded. "Yes. I ran into my brother Ron; he let it slip that Ginny was due home with Harry before school starts. Ron doesn't know why they were sent away, but he did say something about studying a Prophecy. He would not tell me more than that."

Lucius sighed. Having a Weasley that actually knew what was going on would be a better option in his eyes, but this was the best they could do. The fact that barely any of his family talked to him was enough to render him useless in Lucius's eyes.

"You should have made a better effort to be accepted into their good graces again; they don't trust you."

Percy Weasley shrugged and stared off into space. Lucius sighed. This was pointless. How was he supposed to serve his Master if he was relying on these two imbeciles? Pettigrew cleared his throat.

"Perhaps if Percy was seen...helping someone...saving them, perhaps...then they would start to believe he had changed?"

Lucius raised his eyebrow. For once, the cretin has a good idea, he thought to himself. But he didn't give anything away and merely stared back at the other man.

"That might be an avenue we could explore. You might even be invited into their headquarters, Weasley. That'd be worth your weight in gold to his Lordship."

"And furthermore, if we do it right, we can hurt someone they care about as well," Pettigrew continued, turning Lucius's attention back to him.

"Oh?"

"That Granger girl, the one your son, detests...the Muggle-born. I think she'd be the perfect...victim for what I have planned."

"And what did you have planned, Peter?" Lucius said, unconvinced. He'd be surprised if Peter could tie his own shoes without falling over.

"Well, we wouldn't be able to kill her, only hurt her, as that would ruin the effect of having Percy save her...but what if -"

Lucius listened to Pettigrew's plan, amazed that in some strange and silly way, it actually made sense. What if they could ingratiate the black sheep Weasley back into the family's good graces? At the very least, Granger's closest friend, Harry Potter himself, would have to be forgiving of the younger man's betrayal. Perhaps they'd let something slip...it was bound to happen eventually, wasn't it?

"You're certain you can pull this off, Pettigrew? They won't suspect anything other than what we want them to?"

Peter Pettigrew smiled widely at him, and Lucius tried hard not to flinch as he gazed at the bad teeth and swollen mouth.

"They won't know what hit them, and we'll get to make a Mud..Mud..blood cry - certainly you can't resist that, Lucius?" Peter said, rather boldly, despite his stuttering to the contrary.

No, the idea is sound, Lucius admitted to himself. He nodded his head, and Pettigrew smiled again, clasping Percy on the shoulder. The Weasley son merely blinked at them both and then went back to staring. Lucius frowned but didn't let it bother him. He suddenly felt very pleased. He had a way to hurt Harry Potter by hurting one of his friends, and the brilliant thing about it was that the blood traitors would then accept their spy back into their family. They'd get to the bottom of this second Prophecy mystery, and then his master would be pleased with his efforts and reward him. Lucius couldn't wait.

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