Time for things to get a little spicy ;) I hope you all enjoy this weekend update. This chapter is set during their time at Hogwarts, and I think came out really well!

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First Touch - May 1997

Harry couldn't take his eyes off her. Even when she was only reading her potions book, Ginny Weasley was the most hypnotic sight. Though she was just flipping pages and cursing under her breath, Harry had never been so focused on anyone in his life. He still couldn't get over the shock that they were together. He had no idea what she saw in him, but Harry was willing to go the rest of his life without treacle tart if it meant she stayed with him.

It had only been three weeks. Three glorious weeks of long walks along the lake's edge, hand-holding in the corridors, and secret snogging in broom closets. Being with Ginny was like taking a breath of fresh air. He hadn't realized it before but there had been an eternal weight pressed against his chest. And it only went away when he was with Ginny.

Voldemort, war, tragedy… none of it seemed so crushing when Ginny was at his side. Reading The Prophet still put him on edge, but then Ginny would lay a hand on his knee and Harry was able to breathe. Never before had Harry experienced something like this. Where he just felt so… comfortable with someone. He'd always enjoyed talking with Ginny but there was something so much more to be with her like this.

Even now as they lay out in the warm sun, Harry felt more at ease than he could remember. Some might have just thought it was the sweet-smelling grass he sat on or the early summer air that made him so content. But Harry knew it was Ginny.

"And here I thought I was the one supposed to be studying." Ginny's playful smirk matched her tone. She had twisted, so she was looking at him.

Harry quirked a brow at her. "What are you talking about?"

Ginny rose up onto her knees and scooted closer to him. They were nose to nose as her arms wrapped around his neck. "You, Mr. Potter, were very intensely looking at something, and it was not a book." Her lips glided across his skin, making goosebumps erupt all over his arms.

"I don't know —" Harry croaked out the words as Ginny's ministrations caused his mind to turn to mush.

"Now, now, don't start lying to me, Potter," Ginny's words were low and husky as she ran her nose down his jaw. "I can see right through it."

Harry's pitiful denial was swallowed by Ginny's lips as she pressed her body against his. His hands fell to her waist as he tilted his head to get a better angle. Her approving nip at his lips sent a spark of pride through his body. In the first days of their relationship, Harry had no experience or idea of what he was doing. Ginny had been patient with him, letting him take the lead and build his confidence, finding ways to encourage him and show him what she wanted.

He couldn't get enough of her. The way she murmured his name against his lips or the way her hands found their way under his untucked shirt. That had been a surprise the first time she'd done it. Having her fingers slide up his bare back had felt fantastic. The way her short nails grazed along his skin and her fingers found tight knots to knead out had been hypnotic.

And she was doing it again now, letting her fingers trail up his back. Harry had done his own exploring but had been hesitant of pushing too far. He didn't wanna do anything that would upset her. But when she was touching him like this, kissing him like this… Fuck. He wanted more, he wanted to…

"Touch me, Harry," Ginny murmured the words against his lips.

Harry pulled back far enough to look into her face. Her lips were swollen from their snogging. "Touc —"

Her hands came out from under his shirt, sending a wave of panic that he'd done something wrong until her fingers closed around the hem of her own shirt. With one quick motion, she lifted it up over her head, and Harry was struck dumb again. His eyes slowly took her in. Her taut stomach was pale and splattered with a constellation of freckles. The athletic curves of her waist tempted his hands. But that simple black bra she wore…

Harry hardly noticed Ginny taking his hand until she was lifting it towards her bare torso. "Touch me, Harry," She repeated as she placed his hands on her waist. Then her hands were knotted in his hair, and her mouth was back on his.

She felt so soft against his rough hands. With slow, deliberate movements Harry let his fingers rise up until he was brushing against cotton. He could feel his hands trembling as he slid around her back. When he located the tiny clasp, he thought for certain it would never open. But he shocked them both when he undid it in one motion.

Ginny broke their kiss to look at him, one brow raised as she smirked. "Well, well, aren't you full of surprises, Mr. Potter."

"Someone's gotta keep you on your toes," Harry said, trying to play off his surprise. Ginny snorted out a laugh before kissing him again. With half his attention on her lips and the other half on the falling straps of her bra, Harry brought his hands up to her shoulders to help the process.

He'd slid them down to her biceps when Harry realized the issue. Their bodies were pressed so closely together that there was no way for her bra to fall off her. He groaned in frustration as he tried to work out how to get her bra off without separating from her.

Ginny pulled away from his lips, her intoxicating laughter perfectly loud in his ear. "Merlin, Harry." She pressed a quick peck on his jaw before she pulled her body away from his. Then he held her bra in his hand.

"Fuck, you're gorgeous." The words slipped out his mouth without thought or hesitation. That didn't make them any less true. He always wondered if her freckles were everywhere, and so far, it was proving to be an accurate assumption.

A pink flush started spreading up her chest and to her neck. "Flattery gets you everywhere, Potter."

"Here is perfect," Harry again spoke without thinking. He felt his cheeks heat, "I mean — what I meant was —"

Ginny laughed as she stole a fast, hard kiss. "I know what you meant." She kissed him again. "Are you gonna take off your shirt now? I won't force you to take off your bra if you're uncomfor —"

Harry had already torn his shirt up over his head before Ginny was halfway through her cheeky comment. He cut her off with a deep kiss that she instantly responded too. She moved back against him. Harry couldn't contain a groan as he felt her breasts press against his chest. If he'd thought it had been amazing when she'd had her bra on…

His hands on her waist started rising without his conscious thought. It wasn't until Ginny let out a low moan that he realized he'd found her nipples. They were hard under his fingers. He grazed over the left one with his thumb. Ginny jerked against him, her hips rolling over his lap, making him groan in return.

"Harry."

Fuck, the way she said his name… it went straight to his head and his groin. He wanted more; he wanted to lay her down and —

The bell rang out loudly across the grounds.

Ginny pulled away from him, cursing. "I've got charms."

Harry was tempted to tell her to forget about charms. Forget about school. Just forget about everything. He sure had forgotten about everything except for her. But the little bit of blood that had remained in his brain helped remind him it was her O. year, and she needed to go to class.

"You should — I guess —" Harry shook himself, trying to get his brain to function fully again. He reached to his left, grabbing her discarded bra. He handed it to her. "I'll walk you up."

Ginny took the garment, the heat in her eyes torching him from the inside out. She slid the bra back on, closing it with adept fingers. Next, her shirt was on, and so was his. She made to get off his lap but hesitated for a moment.

Her lips came to his in a hard, mind-numbing kiss. "Just so you know, I've never done that before, but I wanna do it again… with you."

Harry felt his cheeks heat as a wide grin spread across his face. He kissed her, wishing he knew the words to say how incredible she was. Rather than floundering and saying something wrong, he kept it simple. "Yeah? Me too. Only with you."

Ginny's smile was brighter than any summer sun. She pressed one final kiss to his lips before getting to her feet. She offered him a hand. "Come on, Potter. You promised to walk me up."