CHAPTER THIRTEEN GINNY'S WORST NIGHTMARE

AN: This chapter contains explicit sex. What you've really been reading for, right? Well I hope that this delivers.

Ginny sat on the edge of the bed and played lovingly with Harry's shock of black hair. He looked up at her from his position on his knees and smiled . "I do believe that I still owe you a proper apology." Harry said teasingly.

Ginny smiled and looked down at him from the top of her sparkling eyes and they failed to hide the look of excitement behind them. "And what, do you think, is a 'proper' apology, Mr. Potter?" She knew, rather hoped, that she knew what the answer was.

"Well, I think it's only fair that all the pain I caused is replaced with pleasure," he whispered into her ear before lightly biting her earlobe. The words sent a chill down Ginny's spine and she could hardly sit still for the thought of what was to come.

"You know, that's awful cocky of you. You caused me a lot of pain. Do you think you can really replace all of that?" She already knew that he could, but she wasn't about to give him the satisfaction of knowing that she had truly missed him.

He looked up at her as he removed his glasses and she saw that Harry had been replaced by some sort of an animal, lurking just behind his eyes. He had a slight curl to his lip that reminded Ginny of a snake's before the strike. He ran a hand firmly up her leg and when he reached her hips, he pushed gently, laying her down flat on the bed, her legs hanging over the side. He slipped a hand slyly up her thigh and paused right before her under ware to listen to the gasp that escaped her lips. He clutched her knees firmly in his hands and pushed them apart, spreading her legs. His hand waved over her and her underwear vanished leaving her exposed and open. Ginny grasped at the sheets on the bed. She wasn't sure what to expect as she had never been pleasured orally before, but she hoped it was all she heard it was. Her breath caught as she felt Harry's breath close in on her legs, his nose rubbing the inner side of her thigh lightly before he kissed it. His animal side escaped slightly and she felt a tight pinch as he nibbled on her leg.

"Harry. Be nice." She had almost sat up at the pain, but as it eased it felt more desirable than anything she had ever wanted. She almost regretted telling him to stop. He kissed the spot softly before continuing up her leg. His nose brushed her clit softly before Ginny was overwhelmed with a sensation she had never felt before, but knew that she would never be able to do without now. Harry slowly ran his tongue over her silky skin as if enjoying a sweet treat. When he reached the top he softly pulled her clit into his mouth, sucking gently. At this, Ginny let go of the sheets to grab at his hair. Her gasps were nearly constant now and it took all her power to keep from pulling him up to finish the job right then. She knew it could only get better from here.

As Harry continued to explore her with his mouth, licking here and sucking there, his hands crept slowly farther up her legs, his fingers were hurt at being left out of the fun. He played briefly with her lips before his finger thrust itself deep into her, rubbing at the throbbing tissue near her stomach. When one finger wasn't enough, he pulled back just long enough to add another, and then another. As he pulled his fingers in and out of her, his tongue continued to flick toyingly at her swollen clit. Her gasps had turned into moans and she began to push gently down on his head to direct his tongue where she wanted it to go.

Harry looked up with a cocked eyebrow. "Um, Ginny?"

They both laughed as she realized what she had just been doing. "Sorry. Please, don't stop." She placed her hands back up on the bed and nearly tore the sheets off as he began to thrust once again. He removed his fingers and she felt her own fluids wipe off on her skin as he grabbed around her hips to place a hand on either side of the small of her back. He slid his tongue down her personal grove and moved the skin that covered her over. He thrust his tongue where only two things had ever dared tread before. He pulled towards him on her hips and his tongue dove deeper into her pool. She was salty, almost bitter, but he drank of her like it was the sweetest cream he had ever tasted.

"Oh, Harry." She screamed as she crossed the line over to need. She wasn't ready. She didn't want this to end this soon. She reached down to grab his arms and pulled him up towards her. "Get in me. NOW!"

Harry picked Ginny up from off of the bed and slammed her up against the wall. They locked into a deep, hard kiss as she thrust her tongue past his lips and tickled the top of his tongue. He ran his hands around the side of her thighs, grasping tightly as he lifted her firmly up the wall. She wrapped her smooth legs around his naked waist and felt his penis brush her legs. She reached down and grabbed it, placing it just inside her ridge before sliding her body down the wall to slam him deep into her. He had been nearly off-center and so she felt her skin pull slightly, but she enjoyed the mix of pain and pleasure and announced it loudly. His scream matched her own and she knew that he had felt the same ripping force that she had. She wrapped herself even tighter around his body as she was rubbed up and down the smooth wall. She tucked her head down into his shoulder and kissed him roughly. She tasted the salty sweat running off his body and knew that some of it was her own. Her hair had become matted to her face and she tried vainly to brush it out of her eyes. She met his lips once again and gasped as he bit her bottom lip. She felt his arms begin to shake with her weight and she tried to wrap her legs tighter around him to ease the pressure. She pulled back to look him in the eyes, asking him silently if he was alright. The look she got returned was one of frustration. He knew he couldn't hold her long, but he was far from being done. She motioned with her eyes toward the bed and he responded with a one sided smile.

Harry turned her quickly and she was slammed back down on the bed. He was pulled out painfully and she yearned for him to come back. He climbed on top of her and she looked wantingly over his glistening body. She watched the sweat running down his lightning bolt scar and it stood out for the first time in years. His defining scar was now hers and she traced it with her finger. She looked farther down and noticed that his member had beads of sweat running over it, mixing in with the white that let her know he had already succumbed a little to her. She welcomed the weight of his body as he slid back into her firmly.

"Don't we need to turn around?" Ginny asked as they had their heads at the bottom of the bed.

Harry just smiled devilishly as his motives for facing the foot became clear. Facing this way allowed him to place his feet against the headboard and use it as a kick board. The first jump off slammed him so deep into her that Ginny was sure she had just been touched deeper then anything had ever been. She was surprised and impressed at the same time. She wrapped her legs around his waist to try to pull him even deeper, but immediately dropped them back to the bed as it pulled him deep enough to be painful. She must have jumped slightly because he stopped briefly before she urged him on.

"God, baby. I don't think I could stand it if you where any bigger."

She could see the pride build in his eyes as he kissed her on her neck, using his head to push her head aside to give him access to the gap between her neck and shoulder. "I was just made to fit you." He said. She could tell that he could hardly think straight let alone speak right now and so she pulled his head towards her lips so she could busy his mouth with something that he was good at. Each thrust banged the headboard loudly against the wall and it became an unspoken goal to try to out scream the bangs of the board. Ginny was pulsing deeply now and she knew that this orgasm would come from deeper inside her than she thought possible.

She knew the moment would end shortly and so she scanned her mind for anything that she wanted from him before he was no longer in her control. He may have been on top, but there was nothing he ever got away with that wasn't completely wanted by her. She dominated him from any position and now she had but seconds left before her control was over. Suddenly her thoughts flew to the light nibble he had given to her inner thigh and she knew what she wanted, and badly.

"Bite me, Harry." She whispered into his ear as she presented her shoulder to his lips. "Hard."

He looked at her briefly as if to confirm her desires before Ginny saw the animal take control of him again and he tore into her flesh, grasping it firmly between his teeth as he shook his head slightly side to side. The pain seared through her body and she screamed loud enough to hurt her throat, but it was the most enjoyable pain she had ever been in and she craved more. She arched her back, plunging him into her spasming tissues as she came hard, mixing the enjoyment of the pain with the strongest orgasm she had ever had. It was so fierce that she thought she might have just died. She felt the fluids run onto her thighs and she was almost embarrassed that she had cum so hard. She was sure that he could feel her continuing flow and worried that she had lost control of her bodily functions she was so numb. For several moments she felt as if she couldn't even move, until she noticed that something wet and cold was beginning to run up her back. Her pleasure was quickly changing to concern as she was sure that this could not be normal. She reached down her side and felt the dampening sheets that saturated her fingertips in something thick that changed her concern to fear. She looked over to her side, too terrified to bring up her hand, and nearly screamed at the horror that was quickly surrounding her.

"Blood! Harry, I'm bleeding! Get up, I think you hurt me." She was panicking and couldn't even find the strength to push him up from off of her shoulder. His head was buried next to her neck and he never once lifted it as he began to speak.

"Harry Potter is dead. I killed him myself. I can't believe you didn't notice the difference. You think a mere boy could have fucked you like that?"

"Harry, this is no time to fuck around, I really think I need help. Can't you feel all that blood?" She watched as it began to encircle her, staining her hair a deeper red. She noticed that the bite on her shoulder had become a deep tear and the blood was running swiftly down her breast and arm to pool deeper into the sheets.

Slowly, as if with no real concern, he lifted his head and looked her directly in the face, but it wasn't Harry's eyes that stared into hers. Harry's green eyes had been replaced instead with slits of burning scarlet that bore deeply into Ginny's mind and made her heart stop beating.

Ginny began to stutter terribly as her mind had lost contact with her lips.

A deep, raspy voice uttered from deep within Harry's throat. "Say my name, bitch."

"Voldemort!?"

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Chapter 14 Teaser

She stood, letting the water run over her throbbing head and as she tipped her head into the stream she opened her mouth a bit, hoping to drown her sorrows. She opened her eyes and watched as the clotted blood turned to trickles of red that ran down her legs before being dropped onto the white tile in small puddles, staining the beautiful marble with little pink spots as the red was forced away by the raging force of the water. As the last drop made it's final swirl around the drain she breathed a sigh of great relief. It was gone. For now, she had washed herself clean of Harry. No, not Harry, she thought, just his pain. If only her suffering was as easy to wash away.