Chapter 8: The Right Choice
As the door to the Room closed and locked, Ginny turned toward the bed and her love, her Harry. As Ginny looked out across the room, she could just see Harry beginning to stir on the bed. Despite what she had told Ron and Hermione, she felt that there was still an element of uncertainty in their relationship.
As she noticed Harry wake and turn looking for her, she had a memory of what Bill had told her before flash through her head. If you want him, you have to go after him. She straightened her shoulders and began to walk over to the bed with an enthusiastic stride and one heartfelt goal in mind: to make bloody sure that Harry Potter knew that they belonged together, that what they had just shared wasn't just a fluke.
On the bed Harry had dreamed about Ginny again, dreamed about her soft creamy skin, dreamed about kissing his way across the myriad pathways that her freckles lead him over and around the glorious texture of her body. He reached out with his left hand, and was disappointed when he did not find Ginny in the bed beside him.
His eyes blinked several times and he squinted to look about him, he could not see Ginny anywhere. After what they had just shared and enjoyed, he knew from her responses that she had enjoyed herself as much as he had. Would she have just left without telling him?
You don't deserve her. The tortuous moral voice returned to mock him in his head again. You shouldn't even be thinking about her. Remember, you're the unnatural freak...you're a killer.
Then the truevoice of his heart came rushing forward angrily NO! I-am-not-a-freak. Ginny said that she loved me! He turned on his side and his right hand reached out to rub the empty area on the bed as he whispered her name quietly "Ginny."
Ginny walked up to the bed with a confident and purposeful air, a hungry smile on her face. Harry's eyes slowly panned up at her, taking in her apparel then finally catching her eyes with his own.
She struck a seductive pose with hands on hips. She noticed his glasses on the floor by her feet and bent down to pick them up and hand them to him and he took them and put them on.
Harry smiled and thought to himself, It would be bloody marvelous if I could just say I solemnly swear that I'm up to no good, like with the marauders map, and she would take off the robe and hop in the bed with me.
Ginny closed her eyes a second, drew in a deep breath and then exhaled to calm he nerves. I can do this! Then she opened her eyes and her hands moved to undo the belt on the robe and let the robe slowly slip to the floor. She slowly turned her body to make sure that Harry could get a complete look at her, feeling the tingling rush flow over her that let her know that her body had like turned a reddish hue from blushing.
Harry, for his part was awestruck, as his eyes scanned over the whole of her body as she turned. His mouth dropped open and his tongue licked at his lower lip for a second before he closed his mouth. He watched as her whole body began to turn red in a deep blush as she finally came around to face him again.
"Like what you see, Harry?" Ginny said with a hopeful voice.
It took a moment for Harry to find his voice. "You're bloody beautiful Ginny! Merlin I..."
"You know how to flatter a girl Harry." she said then motioned to the bed with her right hand. "Do you mind if I join you, my love?"
Harry just nodded and pulled the covers back for her. She knelt on the bed and joined him, pulling the sheet and the comforter back over them. She moved herself quickly over and on top of him, her legs straddling his hips. She felt an electric rush run through her at the contact of their bodies again.
When he felt Ginny's body moving against his, he caught her caramel eyes with his own. Immediately he felt arms slip under his, and lips capture his own in a moist sweltering kiss. Then they were lost in the passion of the moment and his arms came forward to envelope her and pull her close. After several moments Ginny pulled back from their torrid embrace to take a deep breath and gaze into his bright emerald eyes, as they opened to lock on her caramel orbs.
"You really are here, Ginny, I..." Harry stuttered with a relieved smile on his face.
"Well of course I'm really here, you prat. Did you think that all that world shattering sex was just a bloody dream, Harry? Get a bloody grip on yourself!" Ginny let loose, with a half mad, half happy lustful prattle.
"Excuse me if everything that we just did a little while ago didn't rattle your insides. It certainly did mine, let me tell you, Mr. Potter. I would definitely say that we shagged each other quite a bit senseless, and let me tell you something else. Now that we've both had our chance to rest, I intend for us to go for another round, my fine little Gryffindor stud. What do you say to that?" An evil grin fixed itself to her face.
"I, ah..." He hesitated a moment, trying accept that it truly was real. "I'd say that that sounds like an absolutely brilliant idea." A half unsure, but hopeful smile began to spread across his countenance. "Are you sure you're alright then, I didn't hurt you…I…" Concern was etched on his face.
"Of course you bloody well hurt me, you git!" She saw the pain begin to take hold of him and determined not to let him crawl back into himself again.
"Don't you even try to pull back into that little pitiful world of yours, Harry. Yes, you hurt me. I've got bruises all over me and there's a fire raging between my legs still, where you plunged into me. But, you know what Harry, my fine love, I wouldn't have it any other way." She leaned down quickly capture his lips, then pulled back.
"Life's like that. You know it as well as I do, maybe even more, since you bloody well went up to old Moldyshorts and let him toss that bloody killing curse at you." It bothered her to think too much about it, but it had to be said. She was flowing into her take control mode. She snickered. I'm just as bad as mum.
"You did what you had to for all of us. We're all alive because you were willing to accept a little pain." She took a deep breath, and let him think about it before she continued, in a soothing voice.
"Tell me something Harry my love, would you take any of that back, would you balk at doing it again, to keep me or anyone else from facing the same fate, eh?" She could see the momentary turmoil in his face before he closed his eyes and took a deep breath and exhaled briefly. Ginny could see the unshakable resolve in his eyes when he opened them again, catching hers.
"I wouldn't hesitate to do it again. For everyone, for you, especially for you. I loved you then as deeply as I love you now. I would suffer the torments of the damned for you." Ginny could feel the tears begin to well in her eyes.
"See, my love. There'll always be some pain along the way. You can't get to the sweet rewards of life without a few aches, a few rough roads along the way. So yes there was, is, a little discomfort, but the love we just shared, for me was the most beautiful experience of my life, and I wouldn't take it back, one minute of it." She reached down and gave him a quick peck on the nose, then pulled back to catch his eyes again. I'll never get tired of kissing him, she thought.
Harry nodded and allowed a quiet hopeful laugh to trickle out. "I've had any number of dreams about us eventually being together like this. I just found it hard to make myself act on it in real life."
"We've both been bloody prats about this, so don't feel too badly, Harry. I could have just said something to you about my feelings long ago."
Then Ginny saw a hint of some idea come to him like a memory.
"What?" Her brows knit in curiosity.
"Just thinking back to what Sirius told me once. You see, he came to know my family quite well. It seems He knew my dad's dad as well. Both men, it turns out, married red headed girls, which intrigued Sirius. So, Sirius went digging into the Potter family history, as best as he could." They were both caught spellbound by each other's eyes.
"He found that as far back as is recorded, males of the Ancient and Noble House of Potter always, to a man, married red heads, as if there was some enchantment on the family." Harry let out a stilted laugh at the happy smile that began to spread across Ginny's face.
"So we might say that this was destined to be all along, eh?" she said softly.
"I certainly don't feel any less enchanted than my predecessors, and I don't want to go against the tradition, and as I love you more than life itself and would gladly continue to make love to you till we both expire from the fires of our passion. I feel that we should give serious thought to continuing and deepening this relationship." He pulled her down till they were forehead to forehead and nose to nose.
This is right Harry, this is the way you should always be with her. Love her, hold onto to her. Don't be afraid to claim her. Said that newer voice in his head. Harry liked this new voice. It was as if his own heart was talking to him.
"I couldn't agree with you more, my love." In her heart she was sure there could only be one way to deepen the relationship, and she held her breath waiting for him to continue.
Harry hesitated a minute. It was a big step to take, but in his heart he knew now that he wanted her too badly to let her go. The little voice popped up again to tell him to continue.
She belongs to you, and you belong to her. So he plunged ahead.
"I don't want anyone to think that you are a just a quick slag. You mean so much more to me than that. There is a possible downside to being with me though, that you have to consider before you make the choice to be with me." A sad frown suddenly formed on his lips.
"What could possibly be bad about being with you? Do you snore or maybe drink a little too much. Merlin, Harry after all you've been through you're entitled to-"
"No, Ginny be realistic. There are more than likely still people out there who don't like me for destroying Tom-Lord Voldemort. And, they could be, even as we speak plotting to kill me. I can deal with that for me but, I couldn't cope if anything were to happen to you." said Harry in a half disheartened and half angry manner.
"Harry, now that we know how we both feel about each other, do you think that I could ever have any kind of a life without you?" she said.
"I think that's why I've been so depressed lately. I think some part of me understood just how much you mean to me. I've had this voice in my head for the longest time telling me I didn't deserve to have you, or a happy life. That bloody voice has always interfered with my life." He looked away in contemplation.
"Harry, look at me." She commanded softly and he turned back to face her.
"I still have a voice that haunts me as well. Tom's voice still comes back at me, even though he's gone. He tells me I'm silly or useless or unloved. And you know what? It's bloody hard to fight him off sometimes, but I do."
"I think I know what my voice is now that I really focus on it," said Harry. "It's the Dursleys, mostly uncle Vernon yelling at me all those years and calling me an unnatural freak. You know something. When I look in your eyes I don't see an unnatural freak. I see someone who can be loved and appreciated. I see that you want me and love me and the real voice in me says that I have the right to want and love you."
"Good for you, Harry. What we need to do then is join together as one voice to shout down those other voices and make the life we want for ourselves."
"It just so happens that it might be easier than you might think to accomplish that. I found out last year that I am quite wealthy, actually. Something people neglected to tell me all these years. There isn't a reason in the world that I would ever really have to work, unless it was to work on making us both happy. I think it would make everyone, especially your family, happy if we were to perhaps make the relationship more permanent as well." Harry hesitated a minute to see Ginny's reaction, before he thought about continuing.
"And just what is it that you have in mind, my love?" Ginny's heart was pounding in her chest and she breathing faster.
"Would you Ginevra Molly Weasley accept the proposal of marriage from me, Harry James Potter. Come and live with me in any of the several houses I've only recently discovered that I own, as the Head of the Houses of Black and Potter?" He stopped a moment to let that thought settle into her head and then went on.
"Would you be my wife and help me restore and refurbish one of these houses, and make it into a loving home for both of us?" One step at a time he thought.
"Would you be willing to help me fill up some of the bedrooms in the house with our little Potter children and help me spend all those galleons rotting away in my family's vaults" For once Ginny was gobsmacked and speechless, and breathing erratically.
Her mouth hung open like a fish's. Harry seemed to have listened to what she had told him earlier. YESSS! Now we can both have our dreams, together.
"Let me get this straight, Harry Potter." She tried to calm her breathing . "You want to marry me--and take me to live in some large house." She swallowed heavily.
"And we'll continue to shag…I mean make love and have lots of little children. To fill up the manor...." Ginny looked away from him finally, lost in thoughts of how all her dreams were neatly falling into her lap.
"You're saying that you love me, you want me..." She turned back to capture his eyes, wanting to be absolutely certain about his response. "Harry, please, I..."
"I'm sorry I've been such a git, Ginny. I want you! I need you! I love you more than anything. Please say you'll be my wife." Harry took a breath and exhaled slowly trying to calm his own nerves, his eyes tearing. There was still just a smidgen of doubt in his breast. He needed her to say the words.
"Oh Merlin, Harry, my love. You know that's been my dream since I was three years old and heard the story of The Boy Who Lived."
"Yes, I believe that I heard something about that," he began his voice a little ragged.
"Except, now I seem to have become The Boy Who Loves, finally. So, what's your answer, Ginevra Molly Weasley?" He asked hopefully.
Ginny seemed to hesitate a moment, then she calmed down and seemed to be in control. Then her eyebrows arched and she chewed at her lower lip, almost as if she couldn't decide.
A jubilant smile then began to broaden on her face and a warm sensuous raspy voice seemed to flow from her. "Haaarrrry! Merlin...I would like nothing better than to be your wife!"
Suddenly her lips were on Harry's, much to his pleasure, and their tongues were dueling for dominance in each other's mouths, and Harry rolled over on top of Ginny and they both pulled back to breathe for a second. Harry felt her legs move around his waist just like before, urging their passions onward.
"I've wanted you for the longest time. It'll make me the happiest man in the world to stop being a bloody noble git and spend the rest of my life showing you how much I love you." He smiled at her, happy to destroy the one nagging doubt in his heart.
"The rest of my life...yes! And I promise you, Harry, no more silly tricks." This is right. This is what it should have been all along. She thought.
"Make love to me again, Harry, till were both worn and senseless. Maybe we can start those little Potter children right now," she said softly and sensually, if we haven't already, she thought to herself. They moved to continue their passions again. Ginny and Harry were the happiest they had ever been in their life.
"Works for me!" Said Harry, capturing her lips again and losing himself in the rapture of love that engulfed them. He moved his mouth down to hers and then they were both lost in their desires for one another again. Somewhere in the back of his consciousness he could just hear a voice saying Mischief Managed.
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Outside the Room, Kreacher stood in front of Ron and Hermione, holding two crystals in his right hand. The crystals glowed a bright pink, almost whitish hue.
"These crystals is bound to my Master Harry and Mistress Ginny." Kreacher said matter of factly.
"Would those be Croiclochs, Kreacher?" Hermione asked in a suddenly exited state.
"Miss Granger is truly being a wise witch, indeed, to be knowing of these." said the little elf.
"Firbolg magic, as I understand it." she said, a smile spreading on her face.
"Croiclochs? Firbolgs? What are you two on about then?" asked Ron.
"Firbolgs is being one of the ancient tribes of people in Ireland. They is great magical practitioners. When the new tribes is coming, the Firbolgs is retreating back into the deep hills and valleys. Muggles calls them Leath Progan, or Leprecauns." said Kreacher, with an amused grin.
"Leprecauns? You havin' me on then, or what?" asked Ron, curious but wary about believing the old elf.
Hermione turned her head towards Ron and gave him a pointed stare. "Really Ronald, with you being a pure blood and growing up with magic, I would expect you to have some knowledge of and respect for other magical folk." she shook her head at him.
"Leprecauns! You gotta be ruddy ribbing me royal! Do you really expect me to believe in Leprecauns?" He asked as he caught Hermione's eyes with his own.
"Ronald I..." Hermione stopped, feeling it would not be worth arguing the point with Ron. She turned back to Kreacher, looked up sharply with her eyes once then sighed and let her eyes come back down to focus on Kreacher.
"You were saying Kreacher." she smiled at the little elf.
"Whether you is believing or not. Firbolgs is real. Kreacher was on a task from one of his noble Black masters many years ago and is quite literally running into a Firbolg boy caught by a muggle. Kreacher is helping him to escape the muggle and he is giving Kreacher the crystals." Kreacher had a far off look in his eyes as he remembered the incident.
"He just handed you the crystals, just like that?" asked Ron, more intent now to understand the story from Kreacher, since Hermione was so interested.
"Funny thing that is being." said Kreacher. "The young Firbolg, his name being Cashlin, is taking hold of Kreacher's shoulders and is looking deep into his eyes. His eyes is squinting and he is stepping back from Kreacher and the next minute he is snapping his fingers and the crystals is appearing in his hand. He is bowing to Kreacher and saying 'thank you' then-'I'm after thinkin' that ye'll be needing these one fine day, me friend'. Then he is giving them to Kreacher, smiling, giving Kreacher a wink and with a wave he is being gone."
"You think he saw what you'd need them for, Kreacher? Could a Firbolg know the future?" asked Hermione, somewhat in awe.
"They is very old creatures, and is being very magical. Kreacher is not thinking about it till now." Kreacher looked down at the crystals now with a renewed wonder. "Maybe Kreacher and the crystals was always meant to help Master Harry." Kreacher looked up at Hermione.
"It's a wonderful miracle that has brought my two friends together." she gave a broad smile to the elf.
"How is it we're meant to know that their happy then?" asked Ron.
Just at that moment the crystals glowed a bright pink almost whitish color.
"This color and radiance to the crystals means that they is the happiest they could possibly be." Kreacher said in an amazed quiet tone.
"Well, s'pose that means all is well that ends well, at least for them." Ron cracked merrily, as they all gazed at the door to the Room.
Hermione turned her attention to where Kreacher stood with the crystals in front of them. Then he slowly put the crystals back into his pouch. Kreacher crossed his arms together over his chest and a slightly bemused expression came over his aged face.
"Mistress Ginny asked Kreacher to keep the crystals with him to help make sure they stay happy." the little elf said, as the smile on his face widened.
"Mistress Ginny?" both Ron and Hermione intoned together. Kreacher raised an eyebrow at them in a knowing smirk.
"S'like I said before, 'Mione, a double wedding," they both gave a hearty laugh.
"You seem to have accomplished by yourself, in one night, what we couldn't achieve with a small army in several months." Hermione noted with a glowing smile.
"Kreacher is believing that you is over complicating the problem, and is attacking it with a much over zealous approach, and is ignoring Master Harry's obvious emotional instability." Kreacher intoned calmly.
"Harry's isnstabilly, what's he going on about, then?" asked Ron.
"Instability, Ron. Harry's always been an emotional mess. I should have thought more about that when I made our plans." Hermione said thoughtfully. "Moot point now, though. They worked it out between themselves." She smiled at Kreacher. "With just a little nudge from a friend."
"Kreacher is very happy he is able to help his master. As Kreacher is explaining to Mistress Ginny, this world, as a whole, is always treating Master Harry like a house elf, when he is only wanting to be his own man and live his own life. Kreacher is looking into the heart and mind of Master Harry and Mistress Ginny and is feeling that if they is given the opportunity to express they own feelings for one another, that they is willing to accept who they is and embrace they feelings and accept that they is right to be together."
"Definitely seems to have worked, I'd say." Ron said, a big grin on his face.
Hermione stood straight and put her hands on her hips "It's like you were playing Puck, Kreacher." she said smirking. "There's a lot more to you than we give you credit for."
Kreacher's left arm swung down to his side as his right hand held to his chest as he gave a slight bow and backed up a step.
"Gentles, do not reprehend:
If you pardon, we will mend.
And as I am an honest Puck,
If we have unearned luck
Now to 'scape the serpent's tongue,
We will make amends ere long;
Else the Puck a liar call:
So, good night unto you all.
Give me your hands, if we be friends,
And Robin shall restore amends.
Ron laughed casually. "You know he almost reminds me of Dobby." Ron said as a sad nostalgic look came over his face. "Thanks for all your help Kreacher."
"Kreacher lives but to serve his master and mistress."
"Yes, thank you Kreacher, I think we'll all be a little happier now that Harry and Ginny can finally enjoy the life they deserve together" She looked up into Ron's eyes and pulled him closer, and they both moved into a deep satisfying kiss.
Kreacher turned away, smiling. "Kreacher is knowing that if he is allowing Master Harry's heart to see that there is a happy future for him, that he is eventually making the right choice." In an instant Kreacher snapped his fingers and was gone.
THE END