Chapter Three

Love and Revelations

The light from the window glinted on the mirrored pieces on the floor causing a strange spectrum of light to dance across the room caressing the walls, carpet and naked skin of Ginny Weasley. Harry Potter turned his head slightly to gaze down at her silent sleeping form, guess this means we are a couple again, he thought blissfully. Reaching out he stroked his hand down her arm feeling the soft hairs bristle under his phantom fingers; he shuffled closer and planted a soft kiss on her brow before falling back against the soft pillows and gazing up at the ceiling, willing sleep to come. Instead he found himself daydreaming about the events which had taken place over the last couple of hours.

It was all her fault he decided, if she hadn't pulled him into her room and kissed him like that. Pressing herself against him so he had no means of escape, with the door solidly behind him he was at her mercy. Her hands roamed over his chest and up into his hair, clutching at the short strands at the base of his neck; deciding to reciprocate Harry pulled her close to him and buried one hand in her hair whilst the other cupped her behind, she had gasped into his mouth and taking the opportunity he had taken her mouth with his tongue which, judging from her soft moan, she gladly accepted. They had kissed this way for a while, hands roaming over each others bodies frantically, reminding themselves of what they had sorely missed. Soon however, their movements had slowed until it consisted mainly of petting, light soft kissing and Eskimo kisses.

'I heard what you said,' she breathed against his lips, 'and I feel the same way for you; I never want to let you go. I can't.'

'But Gin, you have to,'

She pulled away from him abruptly, eyes sparking with something more than lust, 'what?' she demanded.

Harry ran a hand through his hair in frustration and looked down at the ground,

'I can't ask you to be with me, not with the target that will be put on your head, how do you think I would feel if I had to attend your funeral?'

'Oh you stupid man! I already have a target on my head!' Ginny cried throwing her hands in the air and striding away from him, carefully avoiding the glass on the floor, 'even without you I was in danger! I am a pure blood that has supposedly disgraced the name of wizard, I have been possessed by Voldemort, am now apparently Slytherin's heir and to top it off, I am the only female bred Weasley for generations born last after six brothers! If the power I carry in my blood wasn't sought after by Voldemort then he's an idiot! I didn't need you Harry to make me a target; I was one long before we fell in love.' Her voice caught on the last word and she cleared her throat to cover it, 'being with you will probably keep me safer than if I wasn't with you Potter, so grow a pair and take me back.'

Harry gaped at her, shocked by the revelations she had just provided.

'You were already in danger?' he whispered.

'Of course I was,' she said exasperated.

'Then why the hell did you even sign up for more by being with me? You truly are insane Weasley.'

'Sign up.' She said her eyes flashing dangerously, 'as I recall Potter you were the one to kiss me in front of the entire common room after that Quidditch match, you were the one that flirted with me for months before and you were the one that asked me out! How dare you attempt to insinuate that this is my entire fault!'

'So then you didn't want to really be with me? I forced you?' he asked wounded.

'You have a bludger for a brain!' she shouted causing him to flinch slightly, 'I have loved you since second year Harry! I had a crush on you since the first! If this isn't a dream come true then I don't know what is anymore! Yet you're telling me that it has to end because of something as silly as danger? You are the most, inexcusable, despicable, idiotic-'

And then he had kissed her. Alright so perhaps it hadn't been her fault completely he thought ruefully. Perhaps he shouldn't have kissed her, but he had wanted to, badly. She had looked so beautiful with her eyes flashing and her skin slightly flushed with her long red hair scattered about her shoulders, whipping back and forth. The thought caused a tightening in his boxers which he shrewdly recalled appearing several hours ago in the jeans which now lay on the floor by the bed ending the trail from the door. The trail consisted of two t-shirts, a skirt, a pair of underwear, a bra and finally some jeans. He had attempted to ask about the revelations provided to him about her family and the power in her blood, he suspected that it meant she was a powerful witch; which was palpable to all that duelled her. Or that there was some other power in her bloodline that was unknown in the wizarding world, either way it made her a special witch, even more special than he knew.

A movement from Ginny caused him to flicker dark green eyes over to her form which had rolled onto it side slightly revealing her small pert breast which had felt so soft in his hands and mouth. The memory of her nipples hardening around his tongue caused a soft moan to escape from his lips. They hadn't had sex. But they had come close, so close; close enough that Harry had nearly yelled in frustration. But he loved this young women curled up beside him in bed, and she loved him, and that was enough. For now.

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