Chapter 7: A Possibility For Our future
Sometime later Ginny began to stir to consciousness, as her body began to rouse and the muscles flex, her face tightened as her body registered the many little aches and pains that were sending signals to her awakening brain. She thought of the glorious sensual fantasy that she had just experienced. She and Harry were in a bed like in his dorm room and had been busily engaged in heated kissing and shagging, and they had been adrift in a wave of endless and overwhelming satiation.
Harry was the boy who had given her that pleasure, and she in turn had held him and kissed him deeply and driven him into his own pleasure. It had all felt so real, so bloody overwhelmingly satisfying, that she hated to open her eyes and find herself in her own bed in her dorm, without the hope that her and Harry would be able to get together.
As all of her body's senses were becoming fully awake, Ginny was sure that she could feel her body, laying partially draped, on another body, her legs entangled with other legs, her left arm covering a warm expanse of hairy chest, and as she breathed in she swore she sensed a boys aroma, Harry's aroma.
Her eyes blinked twice then opened. As she looked up and her eyes focused, she recognized a boy's face, Harry's face. Then she noticed that they were lying in what looked like Harry's bed from his dorm. They were under his covers, naked. She moved her left hand out from under the covers to rub the sleep from her eyes, blinked a few times, and looked again.
Suddenly she knew that it hadn't been a dream. Kreacher had brought her here. She and Harry had talked, argued, confessed their love for one another and finally had moved to the bed and made mad passionate love.
Harry was still in a deep sleep, exhausted, no doubt from their lovemaking. She turned to her left, threw back the covers and sat up, her head feeling just a little lightheaded. As her feet touched the floor she leaned forward to let her hands rest on her knees and looked down on her body. She had quite a few bruises up and down the front of her body, and then she noticed the wash of dried blood between her legs and she smiled.
Her mum would be really upset with her 'little girl' if she knew what Harry and Ginny had been up to. You're not Molly Weasley's virgin daughter any more. You're Harry Potter's woman now. Ginny liked the idea of being thought of as a woman, instead of a girl, and even more so to be Harry's woman.
Another thought came to her as she considered the consummation of her love with Harry. They had been so enraptured with each other that they had not considered any use of either contraceptive potion or charm. Given the exuberance of their passionate lovemaking and the amount of Harry's essence that she had felt Him release into her, she felt sure that a son or daughter of Harry's might already be beginning to grow deep inside of her, and a wide grin spread across her face. My future, no, our future could be beginning to take shape now, came the thought in her head.
She closed her eyes a moment and tried to imagine the future she had talked about with Harry. Suddenly she thought of her brothers, who might not take kindly to Harry violating their sister and their trust in him. She smiled evilly out across the room. If they so much as threatened Harry, let alone tried to physically harm him, they would feel the all consuming wrath of Ginevra Molly Weasley, a woman every bit as fearsome as their mother.
A pop sounded in front of her, and her eyes flashed fully open to see Kreacher standing by the sofa in front of her, his back facing her.
"Greetings to you, Mistress Ginny!" He said with a contented demeanor. It struck Ginny that Kreacher addressed her as Mistress now. "You is seeming to have convinced Master Harry quite thoroughly that you is both belonging together."
Ginny felt her whole body tingle and knew her blush extended from the top of her head to the tips of her toes.
"Have you been spying on us then, Kreacher?" She asked, somewhat startled, yet not upset with the elf who had helped her to reach Harry.
"They is being ways to be aware of the generalities of a situation without Kreacher being overly intrusive on the specifics." Kreacher pulled out his special pouch and opened it and let the two crystal spheres settle in the palm of his right hand.
"These spheres is linked to you and to Master Harry's life and the general moods of your emotions. A violet aura from the crystal is showing that you is unhappy. A bright pink aura is showing you is very happy, and an amethyst aura is showing you is somewhere in between." Kreacher held the crystals up so that Ginny could see them. They glowed a bright pink.
"When Kreacher is leaving you alone with Master Harry, the crystals was violet, yet not long afterwards they is beginning to change to dark pink before suddenly turned to a brilliant light pink color, and Kreacher knew that you is somehow persuading Master Harry that both of your lives is being happier if you are together."
"You called me Mistress Ginny. Are you so sure that we will be together then?" She asked hopefully.
"You should not be doubting the feelings you has for one another." Kreacher announced confidently. "When the school year is ending Kreacher predicts that you is having a large wedding, and Kreacher is doing everything in his power, till then, to assures Master Harry's happiness as well as your own, by helpings you to make this happens."
Kreacher slid the crystals into the pouch, snapped his fingers and the pouch disappeared. "In case you is unaware of where you is, Kreacher would like to inform you that you is in the Room of Requirement, also you is need to be aware that your brother Ronald and his mudbl...... that is to say, your friend Hermione Granger is approaching the entrance to the Room, in an effort to find you and Master Harry." Kreacher snapped his fingers again. "The entrance is now under Master Harry's and your control, so no one may enter unless you deem it right and proper. If you is feeling that you is needing anything, you is just need to ask the Room and it is helping you as it can."
Ginny thought a moment and wished for a robe to wear, and a small terry cloth bathrobe, red with gold trim and a lion blazoned patch on the left breast appeared on the bed beside her. She reached over to it and pulled it to her and slowly slipped it on and pulled it around her to cover herself, despite the aches of her body, and it fit very comfortably.
"Thank you, Kreacher-- for all your help. You have helped two impudent children see the error of their ways and helped them towards the possibilities of their future." Kreacher turned toward her and she tried to stand to move toward him but her legs were sore and a bit unsteady and she almost fell, but steadied herself and sat back down. "Oh, Merlin, that was not well done, by any means. Our passions seem to have gotten the best of me." She smiled at Kreacher and bit her lower lip.
"Nothing being so worthwhile as the fulfillment of your dreams, you will find, is being easily achieved without some hardship, some pain. Master Harry is giving everything he has to destroy the Dark Lord, would you be doing anything less for him, Mistress Ginny?" Kreacher looked at her with his arms folded in front of him and a hopeful smile on his face.
"I would do anything for Harry, Kreacher." She finally stood up. She stretched her body, then reached back and found her wand and put it into the pocket of her robe. Then she caught and held Kreacher's eyes with her own. "I think that both of us would give our all for Harry's happiness."
"Just so, Mistress Ginny. We is agreed then that both of us woulds do all in our power to be making and keeping Master Harry happy, and in doing so, we is finding our own happiness. I is leaving you now, so you cans continue to seek that happiness. If for any reason you is needing my services, you is only needing to call out my name." Kreacher turned and was about to snap his fingers to leave, when Ginny called to him.
"Kreacher, can you do me a big favor?' Ginny asked with a wide smile and eyebrows raised impishly.
"How can Kreacher help his Mistress?" he asked, his head half turned to look at her.
"Keep the crystals with you from now on and try to help us continue being happy."
Kreacher gave her a toothy grin. "Be assured Kreacher is keeping a close eye on Master Harry and you, Mistress. It is being Kreacher's pleasure to do it. I bids you good day." In an instant he snapped his fingers and was gone.
Ginny found it hard to believe the change that had occurred in Kreacher, since she had come across him at Grimmauld place several years before. It was hard to reconcile the foul troublemaker that Kreacher was, with the new pleasant elf devoted to the service of her Harry and her as well. Ginny found though that she liked and accepted the metamorphosis with relish.
Ginny turned and looked back at Harry, still asleep, yet restless, his brows furrowed. He seemed troubled. She leaned back down on the bed, bracing herself with her arms. He was her dream come true. He was finally her Harry and she hated to see him disturbed. She moved down and placed a warm kiss on his forehead and whispered gently to him. "I love you Harry."
Harry's body relaxed somewhat and his face displayed a visage of peace and contentment.
A sudden noise startled her and she looked around to discover the cause. The door to the Room off to her right, just beyond the end of the bed seemed to be where the cause of the noise was, and she remembered that Kreacher had said Ron and Hermione were coming to look for her. She readjusted the robe around her and tied the belt that hung loose on it around her waist to keep it closed. It was a short bathrobe that barely came to her mid thigh and had short sleeves that barely touched her elbows. It seemed more a convenience robe for a boudoir rather than a full body wrap to cover a girl and keep her dignity intact, yet this is what her mind had called up.
She stifled a laugh at the idea of meeting her brother and her friend in what might be considered a naughty and suggestive garment. Suddenly she felt the urge to use the loo, and thought about the need to the Room. Instantly a door appeared around the end and to the right of the bed.
She made her way to it and removing the robe, quickly relieved herself. Then she wished for a bath sponge and soap and cleaned her face and body up a bit. A brush and toothpaste appeared on the sink. Ginny giggled not sure whether she had asked for them or whether the Room was just improvising. She decided to clean her teeth as well, best to be all fresh and ready for Harry when he woke.
She looked at herself in the mirror and the face that she saw was more pleasing than the one she had originally gone to bed with, except for the dark rings under her eyes, so she reached for her wand and applied some healing spells that faded some of the dark shadows there. Finally she was satisfied and picked up the robe and fit her arms through the sleeves and retied the belt around her waist. She stowed her wand in the robe pocket and giving herself one more glance in the mirror, nodded her approval and exited the loo. She looked back at Harry quickly. He was sleeping peacefully with an almost cheerful smile on his face that Ginny knew she had put there.
She turned and walked over to the door and tried to listen for her brother and her friend. Then a knock sounded on the door. Obviously they could not enter the Room, and she thought she heard someone shout Alohamora and become upset when the door still would not open. Before any more actions could be taken, Ginny willed the door to unlock, opened it quickly and stepped out, closing the door behind her, and willing it to lock.
Ron and Hermione stepped back when the door had opened, then stood gobsmacked when Ginny stepped out in her skimpy attire and very tousled hair. Ginny leaned against the door and crossed her arms and had a slight smirk on her face.
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"Ginny!" They both barked at her in unison. "What's going on? We were wondering if you'd be here?" Hermione asked. "Have you found, Harry?" Then taking in Ginny's raiment and glowing smile immediately understood. "Oh, Ginny, you did find Harry didn't you?" Ron then looked at Hermione oddly and back to Ginny, enquiringly.
"What's she on about then, you know where Harry is, eh?" As Ron took the time to actually look at his sister, it finally registered how she was dressed and what it might mean. "What have you been up to Ginny?"
"Oh, Ron, please......" said Hermione, as Ginny giggled evilly.
"I found Harry, or I should say Kreacher found me, and helped me to find Harry." she said her piece and let it sink into Ron and Hermione.
"Kreacher found you, you say, and brought you to Harry." Hermione interjected.
"Yes, he was concerned for his master's happiness." Ginny said happily.
"So, Harry's in there?" Hermione asked tentatively.
"Well what's going on then? Let's go in and talk to him. We'll help you get things straightened out." Ron said a worried tone in his voice.
"You don't need to talk to him right now, Ron. Harry and I have already straightened things out. We yelled at each other, we argued with each other. We finally just took the time to look at and listen to our hearts. We both agreed that we love each other, and we want to be with each other." She stopped a moment to close her eyes and take a deep cleansing breath. Then she opened her eyes and caught and held Hermione's eyes for a moment, then turned back to Ron.
"We're where we want to be now, we're where we should have been years ago. If I had had the true courage a Gryffindor should have after Harry brought me out of the Chamber, I might have gotten to know Harry sooner. We might have gone to the Ball together, we might have been a couple all this time."
"Could have, should have, would have…That's all in the past, Ginny." Intoned Hermione and Ginny turned to her.
"Yes, it is, and so are all those silly games we played on Harry, the first term of this year." She stood away from the door and reached back with her left hand to touch the door, almost with a reverence. "Harry is in this room now, and that means that my future is in this room now. Neither of you need to worry about us anymore. I thank you for everything you tried to do for me and Harry. Tell everybody that I appreciate their help."
She turned to face the door, her thoughts more on who was in the room, than the two people she was talking to. "This experience has made me realize one thing. It's always been about Harry and me. It's always been about who we are, what we want from ourselves and for ourselves, and what we want from each other. When we came together in this Room, each of us saw who the other really was, and realized that we cared enough about each other to put the past behind us and cling to what has been right in front of us all this time--our love. I think that that love will carry us forward to wherever we want to go, to whatever we want to do" She wished for the door to unlock, and she opened it and began to move into the Room.
"Ginny...." Ron closed the gap between them and Ginny turned quickly to him to see him smiling. "Best of luck, eh, Gin. I hope you both find what happiness you're looking for."
"Don't worry Ron, we have, we will, thanks again." She reached up and kissed his cheek then turned and was gone and the door closed and locked again. Hermione moved close to Ron and put her arms around him.
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"This will all work out, Ron. Things will get back to normal soon. You'll see. Pretty soon they'll be out here walking hand in hand smiling to each other, and unless I miss my guess by a great deal, I would say that there will be a big wedding this summer right after we graduate." Ron turned around and slipped his arms around Hermione.
"You know we could actually make it a very big wedding. A double ceremony would do it up right, if you're of a mind to."He said with a confident smile.
"Ronald Bilius Weasley are you asking me to marry you?' Asked Hermione, happily startled.
"Yes, I believe you've got it in a nutshell. I Ronald Bilius Weasley, am asking you, Hermione Jean Granger, to join together, and rather happily I might add, in the holy bonds of matrimony. You know, till death us do part, and all the rest that goes with it." He leaned down to gather her lips to his own and she enthusiastically leaned into the kiss and before long they were deeply snogging one another.
After a few moments when they both pulled back gasping for breath, he continued "So what do you think, Hermione, would being married to me be a grand enough adventure for you to get involved in."
Hermione blinked her eyes trying to focus, and tried to catch her breath. "Yes Ronald, I expect being married to you would be the most wonderful adventure that I could ever imagine." And she kissed him quickly but soundly again, and as the kiss broke this time they held each other close, and focused on the door.
"Hard to believe those two finally got their act together, eh?" Asked Ron smiling.
"From the looks of it, Ginny pulled out all of the stops to get to Harry, and I don't expect she'll ever let him go." Hermione mouthed quietly, but sincerely. "They'll be alright Ronald, I don't think we have to worry about it."
"McGonagall was right about fate, ya think?" Queried Ronald.
"Yes, it does seem like the hand of fate seems to have given them a nudge in the right direction." Quipped Hermione.
A loud crack sounded and Kreacher stood before them. "Good day to you Mr. Weasley, Miss Granger!" Kreacher said with a wide grin.
They both stared at Kreacher, flabbergasted. "Maybe the hand of fate had just a little bit of help, eh?" A startled Ron inquired.