Chapter 19: It Comes to a Point.

It had been a good while since Gwen and I hung out by ourselves and talked about…well boys. Alright, it wasn't just boys, but what else were women supposed to talk about when they went out on girl dates?

"Have you seen Gigi's new haircut." I wrinkled my nose at that.

"Yeah, I don't know why she went with a pixie. Her hair was so long before. Like I can see wanting a change but that's pretty intense."

"Agreed." She flipped a page in her copy of witch weekly as the chairs we were sitting in pulsated beneath us. Whoever made vibrating chairs have my eternal gratitude. Don't get me wrong, Lavender Brown was nowhere near my favorite person in the world. Hermione might Avada me even for thinking about coming to this place. But the magical spa based off this muggle nonsense. Brilliant. Absolutely brilliant. One of the ladies doing our pedicures massaged the middle of my foot with a hard stroke of her thumb. Excuse me as my eyes roll up in my head. If she keeps this up I'm probably going to propose.

I've never had my feet rubbed before. Now that I have I want it done every sodding day.

Future Husband: Please take note. Either that or I'm going to have to train one of my 7000 cats.

A few minutes passed where I enjoyed the bliss that was being bestowed on me before I chanced throwing a question at my companion. "How mum doing?"

She threw me a halfway lopsided grin which completely contradicted the roll of her eyes. "Oh you know Mum. I get an owl after every single match expressly detailing where I went wrong. She retired the year I told her I wanted to play professionally because she didn't want to, and I quote 'severely injure her only daughter'. Sure I could have picked another team but I love the Harpies, Mum pretty much drilled that into me since I could decipher colors. I knew when I first got signed that it wasn't going to be easy, everyone thought I got the position just because I'm Gwenog Jones's daughter but it really doesn't help when I think that nicest thing she's ever said to me was 'you didn't suck to bad today. Keep it up'."

A frown pulled at my face. Gwenog Jones had been my favorite player ever. I still had her poster hanging on my childhood bedroom wall for Merlin's sake. The woman as famous for her commitment to Quidditch, for her almost alien perfection when it came to executing plays. She was literally the type of Quidditch player ever person aspired to be. She was signed while still attending Hogwarts, started first year, became top scorer and captain by her second. It was almost like a Cinderella story. She played for 20 years before retiring and even her last year with the Harpies she was the best player they had. Gwenog Jones had been my hero since forever.

When I heard that she retired the year before I was trying out I almost burst into tears, with everything that was going on with Harry at the time my emotions were a bit rampant. But the biggest reason I wanted to play with the Harpies was because I wanted to play side by side with my hero. I was disappointed to say the least. It wasn't until I stood in line waiting for my chance to fly did I meet Guinevere. We both made it (I'm still not sure how I did) and then weeks later I found out that my Gwen, the person I had become instantly friends with was my hero's only daughter.

Talking about going bonkers.

Since then I've met Gwenog a few times. As a Quidditch player she's still something to be feared. I honestly would never want to play against her. NEVER. As a mother. Well, she left something to be desired, a lot of something's.

I think more than anything Gwen wanted her mother to be proud of her, and more so to actually tell her so. Having such a loving and active relationship with my Mum it was still weird to me that someone I had admired practically my entire life had such massive shortcomings.

I guess it was true what they say though, no one is perfect.

I should get that tattoo'd somewhere I swear.

"I'm sorry. Have you tried…talking to her about it?"

Gwen scoffed at that flipping another page of her magazine. "Please have you met my mother? If your sentence doesn't include the phrases defensive tactics or Qudditch stats she thinks your speaking Aramaic."

I threw her a smile at that. "And you are familiar with Aramaic are you?"

"Yeah, It's sexy as fuck." We both laughed at that, glad at the change of topic and the elevation of the mood, at least for a few moments.

"So what about you are things going okay?" I knew exactly what she was referring to. Ahhhh, I knew that our lighthearted banter could only be short lived.

"Ummmm….yeah I guess. Things are hard still but over time they should get easier. I'm not hiding behind plants anymore though Thank Godric."

"Yeah that was a little intense." I let me mind race just a little bit. Should I mention this to Gwen or not? She was really the only one I could talk to about what has been happening between Harry and I that wasn't connected with Harry.

"It just that…. " I trailed off feeling my cheeks flush as I searched for the words. Gwen fixed me with an expectant gaze.

"What?" A few moments passed before realization dawned. "OHHHHHH! Right. No that's normal, you're in a dry spell. When was the last time you got laid?"

I let my mind wander to when I had burst through Henry's door. That probably wouldn't be the most appropriate thing to point out seeing as now Gwen was his girlfriend. She seemed to realize the same thing as she shook her head violently. "Never mind. DO NOT tell me that."

I giggled as I adjusted my weight in the chair. "So it's normal that I want to fuck his brains out?"

The two ladies working on our feet looked up at us with curious expressions. Gwen blushed slightly.

"Merlin Ginny, keep your pants on. I'd like to come back here you know."

I didn't let their glances bother me. It was the truth. I was plagued by dreams and fantasies of Harry ripping my clothes off and giving me the best orgasm of my entire life. The other night I dreamt that he tied my hands over my head and spent the next hour devouring every single inch of my body. A wave of heat washed over me as a vision of my dream slid through my mind. Harry forcibly flipping me onto my stomach, my body completely naked while he remained fully dressed. His hands kneading the flesh of my ass as his mouth seared a trail of playful bites down the span of my back. My face buried in the pillows as I screamed out my pleasure…

I groaned at that. This was pure torture.

"Geez you do have it bad don't you? Yes, it's normal. I mean every once in a while I think about Francisco, who was phenomenal in the sack. Like that man was born with a gift. And I think, Cor, I should find him and we should just spend a night blowing each other's mind, but Francisco was a prat. Like the prattiest prat that every walked the earth. No thank you. Now that I have Henry…" the subtext of those words were easily read. Now that she was getting laid, constantly. "…I don't really think about it much anymore."

My mind mulled over what she was telling me. "I don't think I'm really up for just going out and shagging the first guy I see. It wouldn't really feel right…"

I was not a slag. I at least had to like the guy first. Well, a lot. Henry and I waited for months before we finally got together.

"I'm not suggesting you throw up your skirts woman. But you can't expect to find someone you like just sitting around moping about how you want to climb Harry like a tree."

I raised my eyebrow at that. "You are using my sayings again." Another eye roll, I was on fire today. Gwen ignored me and turned back to her magazine.

"I could set you up on a date. I'm sure Henry's got a few teammates that would up to a night out." I had met Henry's team more than a few times, they were all good blokes, fun to hang around with and to take the mickey out of but relationship wise? I didn't really know about that. "…there's Oliver Wood."

I realized to late that I had tuned Gwen out. Not enough to miss Oliver's name. "Oh Merlin yes please!" I wiggled my eyebrows at her and she grinned.

"Now I have your attention. You are perfectly aware he's engaged to Katie Bell."

Lucky bitch. Circe that man was gorgeous. Don't get me wrong I had always been pretty focused on Harry growing up, but I wasn't blind. Oliver Wood was a bleeding god among mere men. Have you ever looked into his eyes? It was like the first time I heard the Weird Sisters.

"Hmmmmph… Anyway I don't really have much time for dating. I spend pretty much every waking hour at the Burrow working on the wedding."

"I can't believe it's so close! Three weeks. It seems like yesterday you were telling me your brother finally popped the question."

"Yeah." I remembered that day. I may have been complaining a bit.

"Well you are going to need a date to the wedding." Gwen said matter of factly.

"I guess." I didn't really want to think about dating anyone right now. I think Gwen very aptly picked up on that fact.

"So, anymore news about your French cousin-in-law?" I couldn't help the laugh that escaped me, leave it to Gwen to not be able to resist juicy gossip.

"Same really. She was the French Minister's mistress, they were into some weird stuff, they took a lot of pictures. Someone got their hands on them."

"Skank!" Gwen said her voice carrying a touch louder than it ought to. The ladies shot us with another disapproving glare.

"I honestly can't take you anywhere."

The wedding was approaching lightning fast. It's like time was passing in milliseconds rather than real days. I helped with everything that I possibly could, but it just seemed that there was more and more work to be done. The house was fuller than it had been in a long time, most of the relatives spent their days off and nights here trying to get everything set before Hermione walked down the aisle and Ron said I do. I would be grateful when it was over. Then again, I was terrified. I was running out of time. There would be no real excuse to see Ginny when this was over.

There was no excuse for Ginny to ever see me ever again really. Except for children's birthday's and the like.

I was more than a bit panicked. I wanted to be with Ginny, but more than that I didn't want to hurt her, or rush her. At this point I think that I would be satisfied if she told me that maybe someday there was some slight possibility that there could be something between us again someday.

It was really that bad. Especially since I had spent the last three hours downstairs moving the tables. Again. I was desperate for a shower. Or more importantly some time alone in this house where I didn't have to see Ginny, to hear her, to fantasize about all the things I'd do to her if I had the chance. Granted I hadn't seen her since I had finished moving a majority of the tables, but I knew she was out there. Waiting.

If I didn't know any better I'd say she was doing it on purpose. The biting her pinky finger at the dinner table, the licking her fork clean at the end of the meal, the way she kept moving her long mane of hair over one shoulder and exposing the ivory column of her neck. Even the way she was laughing at George's jokes were driving me insane. After overhearing her those many weeks ago the only thing my body has been able to do is react. Straining forward, begging to get closer to her, to touch her, to be inside of her.

There was a slight problem though. We were still barely speaking. We'd exchange pleasantries whenever we were forced to but there hasn't been anything else. Nothing deeper, not even a whispered I miss you in a corner.

The memory of her body pulled flush against mine sent another wave of heat through me.

I slipped off my clothes until I was naked against the cool summer air. Once I was convinced that I was settled down enough to make it to the bathroom unnoticed and without potential embarrassment I wound the stark white towel around my hips and slipped out my bedroom door. I ran the few steps to the door and shoved it open with all the force I could muster. It was then I noticed the figure shrieking at the force of the door and it's tumbling toward the tile floor. Instinctively I reached out to snag the person from going down but the force of their falling carried me with them. The tangled heap hit the floor, someone's flailing limb launching the door closed.

"I'm sorry." I shook my head to rid myself of the cobwebs until I noticed exactly who I had bumped into.

I wasn't sure if this was a miracle or a curse.

Ginny lay on the ground underneath me. The soft green of her towel had fallen from it's tuck between her cleavage, one edge scattered over the tile to reveal one exquisite breast. My eyes flicked towards it and it hardened under my gaze. Her hair was tousled and like her skin damp and fresh. The spiky lashes lowered a fraction as my gaze clashed with hers. The room turned firey hot, I could feel myself thickening at my position between her thighs. We were mere inches apart but unbearable close. The soft skin of her stomach heaving brushed the bottom of my abs.

I wanted to say something else. Anything. Maybe tell her how badly I needed her. How much I loved her.

But all I could see was her plump mouth forming my name. "Harry."

It was the same tone that I had heard through the door to my bedroom. She was achingly aroused. So was I, and we were here together naked and behind a locked door.

Stuff my self control.

To be continued...

a/n: OH MY GOD CLIFFHANGER! Muhahahahahaha! Sorry. I feel a little evil. But on a positive not the majority of the next chapter is written.

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