Ginny
Despite the heavy beginning of the night, Ginny was having a wonderful time with Harry. She had no idea that he knew how to cook, and well! They laughed about their school days while eating and drinking. Two bottles of wine later, it was 10:30 and Ginny knew her mother would be getting worried.
"Well, thank you for a lovely evening, but I really should be heading home.", she started to gather her coat.
"Wait!", Harry protested. "You don't have to leave yet! We haven't had dessert yet."
Ginny mumbled that her mother would be getting worried if she didn't go home soon. She really wanted to stay.
"Why don't we send her an owl that you're just staying the night here?", he suggested. "Only if you're comfortable with that.", he added.
She thought about for half a second and then waited a few seconds more before replying, "If you wouldn't mind…" she began.
"Of course not! I've enjoyed our time together tonight entirely too much to let it end now." he said grinning. He couldn't believe she had agreed! "Let me go get Chocolate. There should be some parchment and a quill in the drawer by the couch."
Ginny went in search of the paper while Harry fetched his owl. She scribbled out a quick note to her mother:
Mum,
I'm letting you know that I will be staying the night in Harry's flat. I've had slightly too much wine to apparate properly and wanted to let you know so you don't worry about me.
Love you and goodnight,
Ginny
She finished as Harry returned with Chocolate. He hooted softly at the sight of Ginny and she reached up to stroke his head. He held his leg out for her to fasten the piece of parchment.
"Please take this to the Burrow and deliver it to my mom, Molly.", Ginny instructed. The owl seemingly nodded at her and took off.
"Well, now that is taken care of, why don't we have some of that cake you brought.", Harry said, rubbing his hands together excitedly. Ginny just laughed and shook her head at him. The pair headed back to the kitchen to serve up some of the chocolate yumminess that awaited them.
Ginny pulled down two plates and fished out a couple of forks as well. Harry grabbed the cake and milk from the fridge and set the two on the counter. They set to work slicing cake and pouring milk and then sat down at the table.
They finished their cake and then Harry flipped on the radio. Ginny noticed that the same song was playing that they danced to the day earlier. He pulled her out of the chair and twirled her around, and then held her close as they swayed to the beat of the song. Ginny could hardly catch her breath being so close to him. She moved away from him just enough to study his face.
"What are you thinking right now?", she asked him. He paused their dance for a second before resuming and replied, "I'm thinking about how much I want to kiss you right now."
"Well then what's stopping you?", she challenged before leaning in closer to his lips. Harry closed the gap and kissed her gently at first and then more fiercely as the seconds ticked on. Ginny moaned into his mouth as he deepened the kiss and he pushed her against the wall. Her hands had begun to roam over his body, and she knew it was driving him crazy.
All of a sudden she felt her legs hit the back of the a bed and for a second, she wondered how she got there. That thought was interrupted by Harry hands grazing the sides of her breasts. He broke the kiss and lifted her onto his bed. He slipped his hands under her sweater and resumed kissing her. She clung to him while kissing him passionately and got lost in how good it felt to have his hands on her.
They made-out for a 20 minutes before Ginny grew impatient waiting for Harry to move things along. She began to lift her shirt over her head when he stopped her.
"Ginny, stop.", he said breathlessly. Ginny looked not able to believe what he had just said.
"What? Why?", she asked, still completely confused. "So I'm good enough to snog but the stop sign pops into your head when I about to take my top off for you? I thought you were just as into this as I was. Apparently, I was incredibly mistaken." She felt so stupid. Before she could roll off the bed, Harry put his hands on either side of her face to force her to look at him.
"Ginny, you've got it all wrong.", he began. "You have no idea how much I would love for you to take off your top, but we still have a lot to talk through before we should progress this relationship any more than it already has. Believe me, I want nothing more than to make love to you. I just don't want to rush things too fast." Her cheeks heated under his hands and she looked at him almost in awe. She pulled him to her in a strong embrace.
"I'm sorry. I just kind of thought… never mind.", she said in his ear. He squeezed her tighter and whispers, "Never be sorry speaking your mind. Especially around me."
Her heart went into double time and she seeked out his lips for a sweet, tender kiss. They broke away and Harry suggested getting ready for bed. Since Ginny hadn't been prepared for a sleepover, she borrowed a t-shirt from Harry and headed to the bathroom to change. As she stepped back out, Harry turned to look at her. He was practically salivating at the sight of her.
"Well it's settled, you look better in that shirt than I do. ", he said grinning. She blushed and climbed into bed. Harry scooted in behind her and wrapped her in his arms. She felt so safe and warm, she almost fell asleep instantly.
