CHAPTER THREE
"Hello, anybody in here?" called Ginny as they entered the Burrow through the front door. After a few moments of silence, Ginny let out the breath she had been holding and guided Harry up the stairs. He knew what was probably going to happen once they reached her bedroom, but he could hardly believe it.
She closed the door behind them, and they stood looking at each other for one awkward moment. She broke the tension by kissing him passionately. His mind was cloudy, but not so much that he didn't quite know what was happening. Lips were crashing together, hands were roaming, breath was quickening, and bodies were pressing together. Harry felt the heat rippling beneath her skin and his hand brushed a light sleeve off of her shoulder. They broke apart quickly and looked into each other's eyes.
Ginny, breathing hard, bit her lip and looked him over. She slowly removed his heavy over-cloak and lightly kissed his neck. Harry wrapped his arms around her and found the zipper on the back of her gown. He lightly tugged on it and it came undone with ease. She stood back and pulled the dress off over her head, leaving her long red hair mussed wildly about her face. Harry smiled and bit back a laugh. Ginny Weasley was standing in front of him in just her knickers in a house that was completely empty aside from the two of them. He could hardly contain himself.
Harry quickly kicked off his shoes and stumbled when attempting to remove his socks. He practically tore off his vest and bowtie, throwing them to the floor. He began to frantically untuck his shirt as Ginny began to laugh. He stopped what he was doing and looked up at her, breathing hard.
"What?" he said, his hand still on his shirt. She moved toward him slowly and wrapped her arms around his waist.
"Relax." She whispered, kissing him lightly and untucking the rest of his shirt. He took a deep breath and let it out. He looked into her eyes and kissed her, moving to the bed in the corner of the room. They collapsed onto it as his shirt came off, which was also thrown to the floor.
"Why do we have to wear so many clothes?" he breathed with a slightly annoyed tone as Ginny began to unbuckle his belt.
"Good question." She said, slipping it off and kissing him. She smiled victoriously as she felt his arousal through his pants. He fumbled awkwardly with the clasp of her bra, and cursed himself for not having practice in the matter. He finally got it off and discarded it, taking in all her beauty.
"You're beautiful." He said in a husky voice.
"You're not bad yourself." She said in thanks, removing his pants. They laid close together on the bed, cuddling and holding each other, both in nothing but their knickers. They just looked at each other now, not sure what to do next. Harry nervously placed his hand on her hip, feeling the elastic band of the only thing that stood between him and pleasure. He tugged at it, pulling her knickers down her legs slowly and also ridding of them.
Not breaking their gaze, Ginny grabbed her wand off of the table next to her bed and set both silencing and sealing charms on the room. She then pointed in at herself and muttered the incantation of the contraception charm. She then threw her wand to the floor too and pressed herself against Harry. His breath caught in his throat as she pulled his boxer-shorts off of him. He bit his lip and looked down at the situation, and realized that it seemed…right. Perfect, even. He looked back up into her eyes and kissed her, positioning himself above her. Then it hit him.
Harry had no idea what he was doing. He had no idea about anything at this point. He was completely inexperienced, and he knew that somehow, it was showing. Was it really going to be as romantic and beautiful as everyone always said it was? He hovered over her awkwardly, wishing that someone had thought to teach him about things that really mattered. Who needed Divinations when you needed to know how to do things like pleasure a woman?
"Harry…" said Ginny, taking his face in her hands. "Is everything ok?"
"I don't want to hurt you." He said out of nowhere, a slightly terrified expression on his face. She stared at him blankly, as if wondering why he was having these thoughts.
"Well there isn't really a way to avoid that, Harry…"
"No, I know that…" he said, trembling slightly.
"Are you having second thoughts?" she shifted slightly.
"I don't think so." He replied, kissing her. "I just don't know what the hell I'm doing."
"Good, then we're on the same page." She said with a nervous chuckle. "I love you, Harry. Just remember that." He looked at her longingly and nodded.
"I love you too." He said, taking a deep breath and penetrating her. Ginny did not cry, or hardly make a noise at all aside from a small squeak. She just shut her eyes tightly and slightly dug her nails into his back. But when she relaxed, she opened her eyes and gave a small nod. Harry kissed her as he continued, their breath quickening with every motion. He buried his head in her shoulder as she let out a moan and wrapped her arms tightly around him. He had never felt anything like this. He ran his hands all over her skin, wanting every single bit of her at his fingertips. Ginny laid her head back on the pillow and let out another moan, which alone put Harry closer to the edge.
He felt her tighten around him slightly as their breaths became quicker and closer together. He picked up his head and kissed her passionately as she moaned into his mouth and met her end, as did he seconds later. They laid close together, their breathing returning to normal a few moments later, and a smug happiness lay over the room.
Ginny smiled broadly, mere centimeters away from his face, and let out a weak and content chuckle. She looked at the clock on her wall. 7:15…they had a while before anyone would be coming in or go looking for them. They crawled under the old thin quilt on her bed and held each other lovingly. Ginny played with his hair as he laid his head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat, his glasses quite askew.
There was a long thread hanging off the corner of the quilt, and Harry played with it absentmindedly, not quite able to think yet. He yanked it out and held it up, staring at it. He took her hand in his and kissed it, tying the string around one of her fingers.
"I haven't had time to go shopping." He said, making sure not to tie it too tight.
"What? Harry…what are you-?" she said, but then it hit her.
"When I get back," he said in a thick voice. "I'll take you to pick out the perfect ring. I promise." He looked up at her with a hopeful expression. "I mean…I know we're quite young, but who knows when I'll get back…and I want to know that I'm coming back to you." He said, kissing her hand again. Ginny looked into his eyes, tears welling up in her own. Her mind raced. Yes, yes they were quite young to be doing this…but she loved Harry. She knew she did. There was no other explanation for how she felt, and she knew she would still feel the same way when he returned. Whether it be in a month or a decade. She was sure she'd be able to wait as long as she had to, if it meant she got him back alive. She kissed him and smiled.
"When you get back, I'll be here." She said. Harry beamed at her.
"I was hoping you would say that." Just then, they heard the back door open and close. He looked around and quickly got up, gathering his things. He pulled on his boxers and his pants and his shirt, not really bothering to button it up or tuck it in. He threw the vest on over it, and saw Ginny struggling with her own clothes.
Once everything was back on, however sloppily, they took a deep breath and lifted the charms they had placed on the room. Whoever it was had left the house again, and they were still in the clear. Ginny started laughing, and wrapped her arms around his neck. She let out a content sigh and rumpled his hair.
"I thought that was one of my brothers coming to murder you." She said with a giddy expression. Harry smiled.
"Well we wouldn't want them to kill me before-" he stopped himself. Before Voldemort gets to me had been the rest of the sentence, but he didn't want to think about that now. He let out a sigh and gave her a weak smile. She smiled back, giving a sideways glance to the string on her finger. Sixteen and engaged to be married…what would her parents say? It doesn't matter. Said a voice in her head, and it was true.
They then tidied themselves up a bit more and headed back out the front door and back around the woods to rejoin the party. Harry wanted to enjoy the rest of the night with his friends.