Thanks to all of you that have been reading this story. I know that it has a little bit of a slow beginning, but trust me, from here on out, it's gonna start to speed up. I hope that you all enjoy. Please review.

AN: I have received a reveiw that worried about the abuse content involved in this story. From here on out, I will be putting a sex/abuse warning at the tops of chapters with this content. Please read at your own discretion.

This chapter contains both sex and slight abuse

CHAPTER THREE IN THE HEAT OF THE NIGHT

Harry didn't sleep well that night. His dreams were strange. He found himself walking through the hallway towards a door he couldn't get too. He began to panic that he would find himself in the Department of Mysteries in the presence of Voldemort. Even though it had been years since he had seen this hallway he though that it didn't look quite like this before. In fact he was sure of it. Those weren't torches lining the walls. They were heads. House-elf heads. He breathed a sigh of relief as he found himself in his own home in the hallway to Sirius' room. There was a light creeping under the door and he began to feel angry. Who would dare go into that room without his permission? He tried to run towards the door but it kept getting further from his reach. He stopped suddenly as he felt hot breath on the back of his neck. Someone had crept up behind him in the dark and was breathing heavily into his ears. That heavy breathing sounded familiar to him. He turned to look but the world began to blur around him as his bedroom came into clearer focus.

In the dark next to him in his bed, he felt more than saw Ginny breathing very heavy in her sleep. He began to wonder what her dreams had been filled with, when he put his arm around her and felt her arm moving slowly. He hardly had time to imagine what could be when Ginny let out a soft moan that let him know his imagination wasn't ever that nice to him. He didn't want her to know that he was awake just yet but it wasn't even a moment later that he was betrayed by his closest friend.

Ginnys moan caught between her lips as she realized that Harry was awake and fully aware of what she was doing. He felt her hand slow reluctantly and knew that she knew she had been caught. Her breathing was still quickened and her back arched almost painfully into his stomach as she reached up for his hand. He knew that she had been close and that she was needing to feel release and soon.

She pulled his fingers up to her mouth and nibbled lightly on the tips. She turned them over in her hands and looked at all of the scars those strong hands held. She knew how many lives he had held in those hands throughout his life and the wonderful things he had accomplished with them. They had saved an entire world, and now they were going to rescue her.

She looked longingly at him over her shoulder as she pushed his hand toward her throbbing clit. He could feel her heart beating as he moved over her sweating stomach and reached the restricting cotton of her underware. Gently he slipped his hand between the fabric and her skin and instantly felt the radiating heat. She grabbed at his wrist and thrust downward placing his fingers directly where she wanted them to go. She was already extreamly wet and Harrys digits slipped easily around her swollen clit until he found just the right buttons. She no longer needed to hide her moans and she let out a long and pleading scream. Her body was begging him to ease the building pressure from inside her. He slid closer to her opening and felt her thrust her approval for admittance. Her hips thrust his fingers deep into her and she let out a gasp of suprise and relief. Her womanhood grasped around his fingers, pulling him deeper inside. He felt her quicken her thrusts and knew that she must be close. He massaged her pulsing tissues and they molded around his fingers. She was so soft and warm and Harry wanted to fully explore her inner being. He thrust his fingers deeper, trying to reach to the top, but he couldn't get deep enough to satisfy his cravings. She reached around her head and grabbed a chunk of his hair and with her other hand she dug into his hips, tearing at both his hair and skin.

The heat between them had become almost too much to bear and yet their bodies weren't close enough for Ginny. As the pressure continued, she knew that there was only one way she wanted to come. Harry's fingers, while well intending, couldn't reach deep enough or thick enough to bring her full force like she yearned to do. She reached around her hips and grasped onto the only thing that could fill her the way she wanted. Harry let out a moan of surprise as he began to throb, thick with desire for her as well. With her other hand she grabbed his wrist and pulled his fingers out almost reluctantly. "I need you." she moaned as she began to roll over onto her back. With one wave of her hand, all of her clothing disappeared into thin air leaving her feminine form naked on the sheets. Her legs spread until both knees hit the bed and the strong smell of sex filled the room. She wouldn't be able to wait long.

She ran her finger down the front of his shirt, evaporating it as she trailed his chest. He had always been scrawny, but he had at least a bit more definition since school she noticed. She giggled at the thought of how boyish he still appeared, but she quickly turned it into a seductive giggle . She would never have told him that, and now was especially not the best time.

As his clothes began to disaperate around him, Harry felt his mind begin to panic. "Ginny, I can't." He pleaded for her to understand but she had barely heard him.

"You've never had trouble filling the position before," she cooed. She knew he was turned on. His erection told her more then his words ever could. He desired her, needed her, and she was more then willing to oblige.

"No. I don't mean that." Harry blurted out. "I mean I can't keep doing this. I can't just use you like this. For this," and he grabbed at his erection, " I don't want to use you anymore. I want there to be feeling behind it. Not just sex. It's amazing, don't get me wrong, but I always feel so damn guilty afterwards. God, Ginny, I want so bad to feel you inside ME. In my soul. I don't think I can do this anymore. Not until I find out how to fix whatever it is that's wrong with me. I can't do that to you."

"You can't do this to me either, Harry." Her playful voice was becoming a bit more serious as she realized he just might be. He couldn't possibly leave her like this. Not when he could see that she was ready and willing and burning for him. She grabbed around his waist with the hope that he wouldn't be able to resist but she felt him pull back almost immediately. She thought she would always understand his illness, if that was what it was. She knew that he had lost all those he had dared become close to and it had almost killed him once, but she always knew there was a way around that and into his heart. She had to believe that she could get in there. She also believed that nothing would ever keep her from understanding him and she would be able to be patient. But somewhere in the last ten seconds, all understanding had suddenly left her.

She clutched at the bed covers as she sat up and wrapped them tightly around her naked form. She suddenly felt violated and didn't want him to see her in this vunerable state. "I'm tired, Harry. I'm tired of this. I love you, I do, but I'm sick of being the only one in this bed. I want you to love me back. No, damnit, I need it. All I wanted was for you to feel something for me, Harry. Anything! I know it's in there. You can't just be a fucking robot the rest of your life. I'm not buying that there's nothing there. You have to love me, hate me, despise me, just fucking tell me. I can't be the only one anymore."

"You think this is what I want!? You think I want to lie next to you night after night, knowing the pain it would cause you to be in my skin. To know that there was nothing beyond my fingers. I've been numb for years now. I don't know what to do about it, but I'm certainly not enjoying this."

"You think you're the only one that lost someone. I lost EVERYTHING! I never even see my brothers anymore, and their the only family I have left. All I have here is you. Just you. That should be enough, but it's not Harry. You might still be here, but you're not in this room with me. I'm completely fucking alone. But I can still love you. I can love you despite what you put me through day after day. I don't believe that there's nothing inside you. I lived every day of my life waking up to my mother and father being right down the stairs, and now I'll never see them again. You think that by locking them away in that room your saving yourself more pain? You can't even feel pain. What about me? Did you ever stop to think that I might want to talk to my parents? To see their faces in the morning? You're upset about your parents? I'm sorry Harry, but you don't even fucking know your parents."

Ginny was looking up at Harry from the floor before he even knew he had moved. The back of his left hand burned and he knew it would match the feeling on her cheek. He stood over her with a pure look of disbelief, his jaw hanging open as he watched her place a hand up to her own. For a second, it was as if they had been frozen, unable to even breath. After a few seconds, the silence was broken quite unexpectedly with the sound of Ginny's sadistic laughter.

She picked herself up off the ground in one swift movement and quickly regained her composure. "Finally," she said as she grabbed his chin and pressed his lips to her reddening cheek. He kissed her lightly before hanging his head in absolute disgust of himself. "I knew you where in there." She wrapped the blankets tightly around her as she walked across the room. He watched as she turned from in the doorway to blow him a kiss. "Get some sleep. You start work in the morning." She closed the door tightly behind her leaving him alone with his hatred in the dark.

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Chapter 4 Teaser

As he reached the streets, the embarrassment of what just happened hit him and he knew he couldn't return home this early. He had now failed Ginny for the second time in less then a day. He couldn't give her the love that she so desperately needed, and now he couldn't provide for her either.

Lyrics Bring me to life by Evenescance (if you haven't noticed this song is kinda the theme for this fic so if you haven't listened to it yet...you might want to try it out)