Chapter 14: Evesdropping
A/N: WARNING. This chapter also has adult content. If you are uncomfortable about that sort a thing I advise you not to read. Thank you.
A loud tapping on my window woke me up out of my very deep sleep.
That and rolling out of bed and busting my arse on the floor.
I cursed as I clutched my backside.
Why Merlin? Why do you hate me?
My eyes cracked open and espied the clock next to my bed. I had only been asleep for four hours.
Why am I awake again?
Another round of scratches and tapping came from my window and daylight began to glimmer.
There was an owl here.
Who sends an owl at seven in the morning?
Another ray of daylight.
Mum.
I heaved open the window and let the familiar form of Errol wing in and promptly smash into the floor.
"At least someone's in the same boat." I commented wryly as I bent down to retrieve the note attached to the owls leg.
Ginerva,
I hope I didn't wake you, I never can recall which one of you sleeps till when.
I made a mental note not to snort at that. Of course she knew, Mum knew everything.
Bill and Fleur owled last night saying they are leaving for France and they don't know when they will be coming back. Apparently it is some sort of emergency with Fleur's younger sister, she seemed like a nice enough girl when I met her at the wedding but you can never be too sure. Bill said at the very least they will for sure be back for little Ron's wedding. They leave first thing tomorrow morning so we are having a family get together today to wish them well. After all we have no idea when they will be back so we don't know when we'll see them again. And little Victoire is so young too…
Look at me, carrying on so.
Do come over as soon as you are decent Ginny dear.
Love always,
Mum.
A sigh escaped me and a deep V set itself between my eyebrows. I suppose I better start getting ready for this day. Family outings were always a good time in our family but on the odd occasion they could get rather intense. Let not get started on the Percy/Audrey debacle two years ago. I didn't even know that quiet little mouse could scream let alone at that decibel. Other than that the only real thing that we need to worry about in Mum, if she "accidently" tries a bit too much Sherry while cooking she'll start to get that look in her eye.
The look means one thing, and the only thing to do at that moment in time is to separate her and George immediately.
I wonder if George is ever going to truly be the same.
It's funny that I can relate to how he feels. We all lost Fred as our brother, but George, he lost his other half. Maybe someday something will come along to make him feel whole again.
Maybe the same will happen for me.
I grabbed fistfuls of my hair and raked my brush through it haphazardly. At this moment in time, I do not even care how it looked, so I wound it up in an easy and simple bun at the nape of my neck and called it good.
I searched my floor and found the first jumper that looked cleanish and shucked it on. My hands patted my pockets as I verified I had my wand and my keys before I turned on my heal and apparated on the spot.
My eyes scanned the silhouette of the burrow against the rising sun and a small smile quirked my lips. It was true what they say, there really is no other feeling in the world like coming home. So much warmth oozed from this place, you could practically feel the warm memories that lived here. It was bittersweet that today I had to make the hike from the apparition ward on such terms as Bill leaving. Bill being as old as he was never was as closer to me as the others were, but he was still my older brother and I still hated to see him leave. I needed to remember to ask Bill what the Godric was going on with Fleur's little sister surely he wouldn't keep it a secret from me of all people.
As I neared the edge of the cornfield a hollow thwacking noise assaulted me. It was familiar to me seeing as it had been one of my chores when I lived here. The sound of an axe hitting wood struck again and I mildly wondered who in the world Mum enlisted to cut wood so early. I pushed the remaining few feet and with distinct rustles emerged from the line of the field.
My mind blanked as it locked on to Harry fifteen feet from me.
All I can say was thank Merlin he was still wearing a shirt.
He was sweating as he threw the chopped pieces into the freshly cut pile before setting a new log up to be split. The axe moved above him, the muscles in his arms contracting as the axe flew forward and severed another piece a wood from the chunk.
I wordlessly ogled him as he arms moved up again.
This has to be the hottest thing that I've ever seen in my entire life.
Harry stopped bringing the axe down to the ground and wiping the sweat from his brow. It was then he turned slightly and shuffled backwards when he caught sight of me.
"Jesus Ginny! You scared the Begeezes out of me!" My face turned as bright red as a tomato at being caught shamelessly eye molesting him.
"I…l.I'm sorry." I stuttered averting my eyes and making a point to get to the house as fast as I possibly could. I wanted to stay and ask him why he was chopping wood when he had a wand, but any question I might be able to come up would be as pathetic as my apology at this point.
I was here to see my family. Not Harry.
Harry and his fucking incredible gorgeousness.
I felt arousal snaked down my abdomen and hit me.
I needed to get laid. But the likelihood of that happening was like the likelihood that muggles would start enchanting teapots.
I opened the kitchen door to see the bright and shining faces of Hermione and Ron talking animatedly to Bill and Fleur. My eyes spotted the pot of tea already made and I bee lined towards it. It was still entirely too early and I needed a serious pick me up.
After a few minutes of drinking my tea in silence I was pulled out of the chasm that my mind had settled itself into.
"Are you in Ginny?"
I resisted the urge to look like a deer caught in wandlight.
"What?"
My body instantly sensed that Harry had joined us and I kept my gaze riveted on Ron. Stupid wanker not giving me closure.
"We're all heading over to Neville's to play some Quidditch. You in?"
My mind reeled as one thought crossed my mind. Harry takes his shirt off when he plays Quidditch. Another jolt of arousal ripped through me and I was on the verge of whimpering with frustration. There was no way that I would be able to survive that.
"No, you guys go ahead. I'm not feeling so hot."
The family outing had exhausted me. Not because the Quidditch match was particularly heated but because of the inner battle that had been waging inside of me. Ever since the kiss in the Bridal shop and the kiss on the balcony I couldn't get Ginny out of my mind. The way she smelled, the feel of her skin against my hands, the way she tasted, especially the way she tasted. It was driving me mad that I couldn't get her alone to talk to her, or in an ideal world to kiss her senseless. Even after her she cornered me asking for closure the other day. My thoughts were consumed with the idea my imagination filled with images of running my hands through her hair and over her body.
The woman was driving me absolutely bonkers.
Even today, when it was announced that we'd all be heading over to the Longbottom's to use their pitch she cried off. Miss I'm-a-professional-Quidditch-Player doesn't take a chance to beat every male of her family because she has a headache and needs to lie down? I don't think so. Sometimes I honestly think this girl doesn't remember that I know her.
It didn't take me long to cry off as well feigning some important meeting with some Ministry big up and returning to the burrow so I could sulk some more about my current predicament. I couldn't tell anyone the truth, the majority of the people who I associated myself with on a daily basis were all related to the girl who was my current problem. I doubt that any of them would want to hear about how sexually and emotionally frustrated I was over their baby sister.
Probably wouldn't go over so well.
I shuffled into the burrow, my hands in my pockets and I made the trek up the three flights of stairs to the room that I had been living in. The stairs no longer creaked and groaned at the weight of feet striking them and I was sure one of the children finally got fed up and charmed them all to remain quiet. When I finally reached my door I opened it noiselessly and went inside, wondering what exactly Ginny was doing at this very moment.
She had probably fled home the moment we all left and was even now sitting in her flat steaming about how much she hated my existence. Either that or she was out with some high to do Quidditch Mate talking about how now that Harry Potter was back it was ruining her sodding life. I felt a sigh escape me as I went over to my dresser tugging off my shirt and throwing it into the hamper that was now standing next to the door to the adjoining room. I replaced it quickly and moved to go downstairs and drown myself in the mountains of leftovers that were sure to be in the kitchen when I heard it.
An agonizing moan coming from behind the door directly in front of me. I crept forward pressing my ear to the door as another moan sounded and a more audible voice washed over me. "Oh Merlin please."
I would recognize that voice anywhere, even if we were in a crowd of hundreds of people I would be able to pick out Ginny.
Rage coursed through me. I had assumed that she had gone home, ragged on me angrily and then went to bed. I had not thought that she would bring someone here, to her parents' house to have a tryst. My hand gripped the door handle and I knew that whoever the hell that was over there with Ginny, my Ginny was going to die a very slow painful death. This mother fucker didn't have a chance.
Another moan assaulted me and my jaw tightened painfully. The brief thought that I should walk away flashed through my mind, but the green eyed monster bubbling up inside of me smashed him with one easy step. I reached back towards my back pocket for my wand, when I stopped…
Words filtered through the door. "Oh god Harry Please don't stop."
Rage died instantly replaced by burning desire. My hands moved on their own to the panels of the door as I leaned closer against it.
"Harry Please."
Visions flashed through my mind. Ginny laying against her pillows, her flushed face thrown back in ecstasy, the creamy white skin of her breasts heaving, the pale pink of her nipples hardened and tight with desire, her back arching off of the bed, the smooth line of her flat stomach, her legs propped open on the bed, exposing herself to the empty bedroom and her dainty hand settled in-between her legs. Touching herself against the firey red curls that lay there. Spreading herself open, her fingers exploring, coaxing, entering herself. Begging for me. Only me.
Another moan tore through the air and I was agonizingly hard. I could feel my erection straining against my zipper. The thought of being there with her, touching her, being inside of her once more made my hand flutter back down to the door handle.
I wanted nothing more than to open that door and give her a reason to scream my name.
She'd kill me if I did. I knew that. But I wanted it, just as badly as I wanted her.
"Harry." The name came out in a husky murmur and I could feel my erection jump. I had to stop myself from going in there, from ruining all the progress I had made since that kiss that set everything on fire. There was only one way that I knew how. My trousers hit the floor along with my boxers and I grabbed myself, letting the soft skin covering hard steel adjust to the assault as I began pumping my shaft to the rhythm of Ginny's moans. My other hand moved up to grasp the door jam, steadying myself as heat invaded me.
"Oh god that feels so good."
It did, it felt so good. I ached to be able to tell her that, to be able to show her how good it could be between us. I could feel my eyes begin to drift shut as I pumped myself, felt the words drip from my mouth in a whisper, as if I was whispering them in her ear as I slowly slid inside of her. "That's right baby." The moaning increased and my breathing grew harsher. I could feel my cock tighten in anticipation. I didn't want to go alone. "Come for me Gin."
"I'm so close Harry." My head rolled back in satisfaction at her words. That's right. Say my name again.
"Come for me Ginny, come on baby, l want to hear you."
The moaning increased and I could hear the bed shifting. I could almost feel her hips grinding into her hand, wringing pleasure from every caress, riding it towards the ultimate satisfaction. I imagined her doing the same thing, my face nestled between her thighs, her hands pressing me against her, the taste of her on my tongue.
My balls tightened and I squeezed my grip and stifled a groan. Fuck it felt so good.
"Oh god yes. Yes. Yes." Her orgasm took her hard and I gasped as mine took me at the same time, my seed shooting out onto the door dripping down the barrier that had brought us both to release.
I wanted to see her, lying there in her after glow. Hand still dangling lightly against her sex. Breasts flushed with satisfaction rising harshly.
A few moments later, and after I had composed myself from the mind blowing orgasm I had just achieved I made a note to clean myself up and sneak back downstairs before Ginny could realize that she had had an audience to her private time. It wouldn't do that I knew she was touching herself to the thought of me, she wouldn't be able to look at me straight. But I knew one thing, I would always have ministry appointments from now one whenever Ginny had a headache. As I slipped down the stairs a grin spread across my face, I hadn't felt this good in a long long time.
A/N: Another Quick update! Hurray for me! I am a little later then I thought I was going to be, I'm sorry about that but it wasn't months this time and I chalk that up to a win. Let me know what you think about this chapter. I'm a big fan about the second half but I couldn't really get excited about the first part.
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