A/N: Hinny alone time now, M Rated just to be safe.
Harry and Ginny broke off from Hermione going to her room. Ginny gazed with melancholy out of her bedroom window.
"Hey…" Said Harry gently having called Ginny's name twice already.
"Hmm…" Said Ginny clearly lost in thought.
"Are you okay Gin? Between the mock about the Valentine and your row with Ron a bit earlier and the extra stuff about the diary Horcrux…" Harry began quietly as she lay her head on his shoulder.
"I'm not sorry, he deserved it, acting like a petulant child." Said Ginny tiresomely.
"I did too you know, practically shoved him out the tent."
"And how did you get to that point?" She asked expectantly.
"He pretty much accused me of not caring about you or your family. He been brooding a lot that day and by nightfall we'd finally made some sort of headway by realizing that the sword of Gryffindor could destroy Horcruxes…" Harry sounded removed.
Ginny continued predictably. "And that wasn't good enough for him, so he started barking about how he expected Dumbledore to leave you more to go on, valid frustration probably shared quietly out of concern by Hermione after a good length of time. Except that night Ron blurted it out all hostile and directed at you because he's already a petulant child and the Horcrux ate his mind for breakfast, which led to him setting you off and you two just went at each other until you screamed at him to go. Hermione stayed with you because unlike my brother, she still understood that the mission came first but he Disapparated instead of just cooling down because he thought she fancied you or picked you over him or some other selfish shit." The recount was made by Ginny with an increasingly bored tone.
Harry gaped at her in amazement. "Bloody hell, how'd you peg the entire mess? You might as well have been invisible in the tent!"
Ginny gave him a wry smile, dismissively laughing off his expression. "Because I know you and Hermione were probably solely focused on the mission, but Ron was split three ways. His family, himself and the mission which means the locket, Voldemort had a field day with my youngest older brother." She sighed. "Maybe kicking him while he was down was harsh but hearing him insist, he has the slightest idea how bad Voldemort was just set me the hell off! Sorry…" She said quietly, not turning away from the window.
"Nothing to be sorry about I told you that back in the kitchen." He tenderly kissed the back of her neck. "I'm proud of you Ginny for beating Voldemort, you're strength is boundless." Said Harry quietly.
"My strength will be tested when I'm back at Hogwarts without you." She said clearly trying to wish that she didn't have to endure that.
"Lucky for you I'm seriously thinking of going back to Hogwarts for my seventh year." Said Harry brightly.
"Wait really?" Said Ginny, clearly taken aback. "I thought an Auror job was waiting for you?"
Harry sighed. "I don't think I'm in a rush to join the real world to be honest. Plus, if I go back we'll be together." He smiled with a knowing look.
"That's your angle is it?" She said with a casual shake of her head in mock disapproval, but her happiness was evident.
He grinned. "It's not the only reason, but it's definitely the most appealing one." Harry was surprised by the longing in his own voice now. "Honestly, we've barely been together since we started dating and I don't want to have to spend yet another year apart so soon after the war finally ended… Plus, I've never had a year at Hogwarts that wasn't dangerous, and I reckon now is as good a time to try to make a go at it and going back will keep press at bay because I am not ready for that again." Harry squeezed her hand looking out at the village from the plateaued overhang where they sat. "Hogwarts was my first real home and yeah there is a lot of bad memories there, but I won't Voldemort steal my fondness for the place… Don't tell Hermione or Ron I said this, but I don't mind school too much and I would like to see how good of a student I can be when Ron isn't enticing me to slack off."
Ginny chuckled playing Harry's intertwined fingers. "Ron's general laziness does tend to rub off on people… He is much smarter than he comes across, but never saw much point in putting extra effort at schoolwork. Can't blame him though, not when Percy, Bill, and Charlie did so well in their time." She looked at him seriously now. "Are you sure?"
Harry held her gaze with one of determination. "I am… Besides, being scrutinized in the real world is a bigger devil to me. I already missed out on a childhood, I'd rather be a teenager for once in my bloody life, not worry about anything more than studying, being with you and playing Quidditch would be nice."
"You earned that much." She had one hand on his chin. "If that's what you want?"
"I do, I want to go back and not have to worry about stopping some supposed evil. I want to spend at least one quiet year at Hogwarts from start to finish. I can handle the notoriety there." Harry moved his hand slowly through her hair again and let out a guilty sigh. "But then… I feel guilty for wanting to stay at Hogwarts my final year just to hide from the real world."
"Technically, it would be our final year." Ginny reminded him softly. "If you want to go back to Hogwarts you should do it. You saved the world Harry, and if returning to Hogwarts is the only selfish decision you make then that makes you a bloody saint, honestly."
Ginny was suddenly thinking of how much time they could spend together even if it were getting frustrated over N.E.W.T.S… It made her inwardly giddy.
Harry sighed heavily. "I can't help but feel stupid that I'm such a mess when the rest of the world, Magic, or Muggle, is absolutely thrilled about Voldemort being gone." He was increasingly subdued and stared at the ceiling. "Not that I'm not obviously but I had something to focus all my energy on for seven years and now I'm left trying to cope with everything I went through because of him. Voldemort ruined my life, stole normal from me, killed my parents and every mentor I ever had… Uprooted or tore apart families of people I care about, killed and caused suffering to so many more." He sounded wounded now. "I try to let it go but it's always on my mind."
Ginny put her head on Harry's right shoulder extremely sympathetic. "I know, that's why you deserve to be selfish for once in your bloody life and even if I'm the biggest reason you are going back to Hogwarts that's okay!" She gave him a playful and determined smile. "I am glad to enable a little selfishness in you, it's long overdue."
Harry gave her a lazy smile in return. "I love you so much Gin, you repeatedly cut through the fog. There is no other woman who understands my head completely."
"At least you are aware I'm always right." She grinned at him. "There's another reason you want to go back to Hogwarts, other than escape, and being with me isn't there?" Ginny asked quietly.
The determination in Harry's voice was unmistakable now. "I want to finish Hogwarts doing the best I can so that people know I'm Lilly Evans son too… I'm not Hermione but I know I've got my mother's brilliance in me somewhere. I've been thinking of Mum quite a bit lately. You're so much like her you know." Said Harry quietly.
Ginny smiled eagerly at association wanting to know more. "Am I? What makes you say that?"
I've seen her in Snape's memories. "You have all the same qualities too… The same kindness, the same unapologetic fire, super smart… Lupin, and Sirius said she was amazing at Charms, Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration and Potions… Got an O in each of them. She also passed Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, Divination, Astronomy, Arithmancy, and Ancient Runes."
Ginny blushed. "I got those ten too, except I only got three O's in Charms, Transfiguration and Defense Against the Dark Arts."
Harry smiled proudly. "Credit to you both for passing Divination…" He put his harm around her and confessed bluntly. "Honestly, I am glad that you are so much like my Mum, everything I know about her, which I pieced together from pictures, death echoes, or hearing and seeing other's memories of her, is nearly the same as you." He watched her face for any sign of repulsion.
Ginny shook her head with a slight blush on her face and an empathetic response. "It's not weird, if I lost my Dad I would count myself lucky to see him in you, the guy I fell in love with… You do have his ability to command a room and get people's respect and definitely the way he fixates on things so often is in you too." He blushed a bit now. Ginny moved to lay in Harry's arms where he sat, her face rather melancholy along with her voice. "You never knew your Mum Harry, only figments and secondhand memories and stories… My mum always said boys fall for women that remind them of their mother." She looked at him seriously now. "I'm honored to be so much like Lily Evans, maybe we can track down more memories of her somehow. I've only heard of a Pensive, but I would like to see memories, as many as we can find." She stroked his hair lazily weaving it through her fingers now. By the way, everyone says you're so much like James… It's true that you look alike, but everything else about you is Lilly, with her soul joined with mine I can just sort of sense that."
Harry squeezed Ginny's hand tightly now with solace in his voice. "I guess all four of us are joined with this soulmates bond… I wish they had bodies though."
"I know, but no magic can raise the dead back to a human existence." Said Ginny sadly, no doubt thinking of her now late brother.
"That I know all too well, which is why I'm glad there with me at all, and you too." Said Harry while caressing her back and the front of her hair which glowed in the sun through the window.
She turned around abruptly shaking her head. "I should have told you everything about what Riddle did to me. I've just gotten so used to not saying anything because I couldn't face it. I handled everything else he put me through but forced to watch him shag girls and feeling scared because I didn't understand what was happening especially to me…"
"I'd guess that he hadn't made any Horcruxes yet in the memories he forced you to see. I'm sorry he forced that door open for you." Said Harry delicately.
"You mean you would know?" Asked Ginny curiously.
"That saying about eyes being the window to the soul, before he ever split his soul Tom Riddle had blue eyes." Harry said with a factual tone.
"They were blue in the memories… It was hard to believe he was ever that normal, I saw way too much sex, way more than is healthy for an 11-year-old, there was a lot of different things I knew about before other girls because of the way he forced me to watch those memories." Said Ginny darkly.
"There's different kinds of sex, but I thought shagging was having sex?" Said Harry completely distracted now.
Ginny was unsurprised by Harry's ignorance; she kept her face passive. "There's a lot of variations beyond regular sex. Unfortunately, I've known about the big three since I was 11." She said indifferently.
"There is so much to this kind of stuff, I feel overwhelmed most of the time." Said Harry dully sitting down on her bed now.
Ginny sat down too looking Harry empathetically in the eyes as she took his scarred hand in one of hers. "I know how overwhelmed you've felt since the moment you saw me snogging Dean Harry, it's not easy when you discover your sexuality. The only difference between us is I was early, and you were late."
"I can't help but feel like a prude honestly." Harry admitted quietly.
Ginny smiled sadly; she understood Harry's difficulties even though they were dealing with opposite extremes. "I get it, even years later I feel like a slag because Riddle forced me into memories of his sex-life." She was clearly ashamed. "I tried not to be aroused, I even tried closing my eyes, but getting exposed to sex at 11, I couldn't help my curiosity…"
Harry was sympathetic. "We had a child rapist in our neighborhood. Several streets away from us… Parents eventually found out about it, but not before he did damage to several kids… It was one of the few things I managed to overhear on the Muggle news my Uncle always watched. He sighed heavily now. "Medical experts warned that child rapists entice their victims by making them feel safe first, say it's okay to be curious… Then use fear to keep them silent if they are scared."
Ginny sighed heavily too. "He didn't—couldn't rape me because he wasn't a physical person, but he might as well have… I have had to work very hard to block out seeing and hearing everything in those memories." Ginny shuddered now. "The way he charmed girls into being with him, he didn't need magic to do it. I mean, even the snogging they enjoyed like he was god's gift to women." She was crying now. "The worst part is that I felt the enjoyment… He made me grow up so fast, too fast, but it's my own fault for giving so much of my soul to him. I don't think he could have forced me into memories otherwise."
Harry stroked Ginny's hair consolingly, whispering quietly. "Oh Gin, don't do that to yourself… You were just looking for comfort as any child who feels like they are not getting it from family does. You were 11 years old and he tricked you into being open and vulnerable."
She pulled her head up looking at Harry with shame all over her face. "I stole the diary back and that was before he subjected me to his own twisted form of sexual abuse."
Harry shook his head dismissively now. "How do you know the magic of the Horcrux didn't compel you to steal it back or force you to take it back, you don't."
Ginny shrugged this off. "Harry, even if that's true. He changed me…" She looked away from him now, instead at her feet. Her voice was a whisper. "I didn't notice it until I went through puberty, but I have urges way too often, if it wasn't for regular wanks, I reckon that I would not be a virgin still."
"That's why the rumors around Hogwarts bother you so much." Said Harry sympathetically squeezing her as he did.
Ginny let her head rest in Harry's lap now. She was looking up at him with the ghost of childhood innocence that had long ago disappeared from her eyes after Tom Riddle stole it from her in more than one way.
Her voice was pained now. "I hate what he did to me Harry, he put sex in my head long before I should have been thinking about it and I've had to make a conscious effort to keep my virginity… I know you are not ready, and I don't want to pressure you, but I want us to shag so badly Harry… I've thought of it in my head all the time since puberty, because—because of him, even while I was with Michael, and Dean, like a slag." She was still crying but silently now.
"It's okay Ginny, and don't call yourself a slag, just because you you've thought about me sexually for quite a few years…." Said Harry firmly. "I'm not much different about you." He admitted with a quiet tenderness. "That day last spring when I happened across you snogging Dean I felt so mad that it wasn't me and I saw you as everything I ever want."
Ginny calmed down sounding rather flattered now. "It's nice to know I fuel your passion, it's why I don't mind waiting until you're ready, that doesn't have to be today."
"I'm not ready," Harry quietly admitted. "But that's extreme nerves because if I lay eyes on you starkers then I reckon that I will faint." He blushed heavily.
She gently pulled his head down to hers, her right hand massaging his cheek. "We can work up to all that…" Ginny thought for a moment, asking Harry. "Okay, then let's do this, I'll name something, and you tell me comfortable or not comfortable okay? That way we can start where you're comfortable and I'll work on getting you used to the rest."
Harry nodded. "Alright…"
"Private date night or double date night with Ron and Hermione?" Ginny said softly.
"Comfortable, as long as it's not overly formal. I'm very bad at formal." Said Harry, thinking back to the Yule Ball.
"Going out in public for a date?" Ginny knew his likely answer but asked anyway.
"Not comfortable, press would swarm us." Said Harry automatically.
"Holding hands, hugging, kissing; during a family get together?"
"Comfortable, or at least I want to be." She nodded
"Snogging with other people around?"
Harry scratched his head. "Depends on if they are watching us or doing it themselves, I suppose. Probably not the first, but the second I'd be alright, I think." She nodded again.
"Heavy snogging in private with our clothes on?"
"I would like to get more comfortable with that. Make up for the disaster that was this morning." Harry said apologetically.
"It wasn't a disaster." She said insistently.
"I don't think many people bolt from a moment like that Gin." He said picking at a clump of grass.
"I don't think many people got shoved in a cupboard under the stairs from the time they could walk and feed themselves until the age of 11 and treated like they barely existed." Ginny countered bluntly. "Nor do I bet any other teenagers were burdened with defeating one of the evilest people across magic or non-magic history."
"How does my rubbish life matter?" Asked Harry honestly confused.
"Because you haven't been guided or loved like most kids are as we grow up and you have barely had time to concern yourself with normal life situations, as much as you want to dismiss everything you've had to deal with since your parents died, you can't you're playing catch-up with normal Harry." She rested her head on his shoulder again.
"I feel like that is an excuse. "Harry said subdued, feeling quite lame.
Ginny looked him in the face again. "I don't care Harry, please believe that alright. Its always been you I loved, even before we ever met when it was still very childish. Even when I tried to ignore it and forget about it with Michael and Dean… I always had you in the back of my mind even while trying to move past the fantasy of being with you."
"You really have." Harry was amazed that Ginny would quietly hope for him so thoroughly, he just couldn't get around to believing that he was worth her love and now, her patience.
Ginny met his lips in response… She felt Harry tense briefly, likely from being caught by surprise, but he relaxed considerably once her hands began to travel slowly up from his lower back until they were around Harry's neck and he reciprocated for her… Ginny continued their snogging taking Harry's reciprocation and slowed heart rate as permission to escalate things. She moved into a tight embrace with Harry, their bodies deliberately pressed together… Harry was extra aware of how soft Ginny's body was, it gave him a warm tingly sensation throughout his body. Harry was surprised, noticing that the effects from their snogging seemed to spread to his whole body, that definitely didn't happen with Cho, if they had even snogged… Looking back he wasn't convinced that qualified, but yet again he couldn't be sure. Whatever he was feeling now made him woozy.
Sensing Harry's hesitancy, Ginny broke their kiss and whispered in his ear. "You seem distracted—" Harry lips were suddenly on the bottom of her neck, "Oh, never mind then…" They lapsed into silence together, her pleasantly surprised at his sudden initiative.
Harry continued his gentle attention on Ginny's neck, planting kisses of various pressure… Soon he went to her ear, nibling lightly every so often, making her throw her head back as her breaths got longer and more erotic.
At that point he focused on her clavicle, moving her shirt off one shoulder with his hands to reach it directly with his mouth before cradling the back of Ginny's head while her eyes seemed to flutter. "Oh Harry…" She drawled lazily as her hands moved clumsily through his hair.
Wanting to continue but suddenly aware he began, even if it was just one shoulder taking her clothes off, Harry stopped. He whispered. "Is this okay, I don't want you to be uncomfortable?"
Her head slowly returned to a normal position, but they had shifted so that Harry was leaning into Ginny instead of the other way around. She was reassuring. "You're sweet to ask but you don't need permission, just do whatever strikes your mood… I'll speak up if I need to, I promise."
He nodded with a small, but loving smile. "Alright then, but I still don't know what I'm doing."
Ginny chuckled at his self-deprecating humor. "Oh, come on Harry, you're a quick learner and like I told you plenty of times already, I'm a patient teacher so relax alright." He nodded and they were sitting upright again, Ginny worming herself onto Harry's lap in a straddle position.
Her hands were gripping the bottom of his shirt now… "Can I take this off?" Harry nodded and she slowly did, lifting it over his head and throwing it aside, just as Harry did the same with hers. Ginny felt air catch in her lungs when she saw the scars on his chest. "Oh my god, Harry." Said Ginny in shock . She was instantly running her hand carefully along the scar where the locket bore deeply into his skin in a deep circular impression.
"What on earth happened there?" Said Ginny anxiously with wide eyes.
Harry looked down at the crater like dent forever etched in the middle of his upper chest parallel with his neck, which had chain like cuts, now also scars. He took one Ginny's shaking hand now. "The locket's Horcrux tried to kill me when I was getting Gryffindor's sword from the bottom of a frozen pond in the Forrest of Dean. I forgot to take it off. Ron came to my rescue and cut me free…" Said Harry dully at her questioning look.
Ginny was curious, but then her hand found the second scar, right over his heart like a magical burn. She whispered in a grave tone as she forgot the former scars. "That's where the killing curse hit you isn't it?"
Harry's nodded, shaky words tumbling out without even being aware of the fear in them. "I-I really thought I was going to die every time I faced him, especially in the forest… The thought of you in that moment was all that gave me enough courage to let him do it, to let him… Silent tears streamed down his face as he couldn't say kill me.
"Oh Harry…" She choked out anxiously, crying herself.
Now Ginny was peppering all the scars he'd ever acquired with several slow attentive kisses, each one a salve to still sensitive areas of Harry's skin… Her last and deepest kiss reserved for the lightning bolt on his forehead, the permanent reminder and cause of all the suffering, hardships, and loss throughout his first 17 years of life. Ginny was the only person that truly eased traumatized and guilt-ridden mind.
The contact made Harry feel uniquely cared for. He'd never realized until recently how little care and attentiveness he got over the last 17 years… Ginny hugging him, kissing his wounds and scars whether old or new, laying and falling asleep with him… The sort of affection so absent from his life before falling in love with her. Harry found that he was craving that most.
She was quiet but quizzical. "You're so brave Harry. I can't imagine… Wait, I thought the killing curse never leaves traces?" There was emotional weight to Ginny's question as she buried her head and hair into his chest.
Harry closed his eyes before answering. "Dumbledore always said especially dark magic leaves traces behind when it's enchanted or destroyed… I reckon a having part of Voldemort's soul in me qualified."
"You have been through hell Harry." Said Ginny with extreme sadness.
"Why is everything affecting me now? I don't get it." He was very irritated.
Ginny felt extremely sympathetic. "Voldemort is dead, but you are left to cope with everything he and his Death Eaters put you through. She sighed, "Winning was the easy part… People who survive fighting a war, whether magic or muggle, are never the same after it's over: nightmares, guilt, grief. Her hands slid slowly from Harry's shoulders, back over his scarred—both literally and figuratively—heart. "You've suffered that and more while the war was going on and that's on top of all your trauma years before then… I've said it so much, your will is incredible, but everyone has limits with stress and trauma Harry. You've reached yours and that's okay. "
"But Gin, I hate feeling so weak." Said Harry quietly broken with tears still sliding down his face.
"You're not weak, Harry. You're human… Other people, the magical world, asked too much of you and you've finally had enough, I don't blame you." She smiled reassuringly. "I'll be at your side telling the press or anyone else who expects things of you to sod off until you're ready to deal with things again."
"I'm not sure I'll ever have a quiet life." Said Harry in a defeated tone.
She shook her head defiantly. "Oh yes you will even if it is not always easy. I'm going to do everything I can to help you build a somewhat normal, peaceful life, and that includes our family in the future!" Said Ginny with raw determination that was reflected in her eyes.
"Our family…" Said Harry extremely emotional at the prospect of having his deepest desire fulfilled after years of longing… "I've always wanted a family, but I felt like no woman would want me forever… Hell, I didn't think I would feel love from anyone when I was younger, it was a pipedream I let go of because I thought I was supposed to suffer, I still think that most of the time."
Ginny cupped his chin her voice quiet but blunt. "I swear I will give you a lifetime Harry Potter and I will spend every second that I possibly can loving you, and once we have children, loving our family too." Her declaration held the very fire of her soul and Ginny kissed Harry as deeply as she ever had, in clear devotion to their lifetime together.
Harry was in a reverie now. "Whenever I think I can't possibly love you more, I'm wrong." He felt his voice break with gratitude. "You are never fed up with my destructive thoughts and now you aren't deterred by my post-war depression, survivors' guilt, or whatever the hell is going on in my head since the war ended." Harry hugged Ginny tightly to his chest. "Thank you." There was tremendous emotional weight behind his thanks.
Ginny was alarmed by the break in his voice as he said thank you. "Harry, she sighed sadly, "Your hearts been broken enough over your entire life. Loss, neglect, adult burdens asked of a child. Hated by people who were supposed to love you. I know that's always going to have an impact on you and I will never quit on you because of your baggage."
"I know you wouldn't, but for so long I thought I wasn't worth the trouble and that's a difficult thought to get rid of…" Harry gazed deeply into Ginny's face, her eyes calming him. "No matter what happens you're all I need to be okay, even if it comes in waves like now."
Ginny was caught in a reverie of her own thanks to Harry's mesmerized stare into her eyes. "You stop my heart Harry Potter, when you look at me like that. I never dreamed that you would… Not even in my wildest fantasies and and yet, it's been that way the whole time we've been together. I'm always grateful for that." She let out an emotional breath and felt her reverie increase tenfold overcome with quiet emotion. "I've shared my soul with yours so sharing my body is trivial by comparison… I'll do that slowly though, both for your sake and because I want to savor the way you touch me."
He nodded shyly. "Okay, but I'm out of practice and I've barely had any in the firplace other than our handful of snogging sessions, which was last term—except for the brief moment on my birthday… Tell me where to start so I can do this right."
"Privacy spells for one, just in case." Said Ginny grinning broadly. "Luckily, I don't think the Ministry is too concerned with underage magic right now. Aftermath from the war has them so preoccupied with more important things."
"The trace isn't that reliable anyway, it can't detect who or what is doing magic, just magical activity. I've thought for a long time that it really only for detecting magic done around Muggles." Agreed Harry with bored voice, thinking of the summers before his second, third, and fifth years at Hogwarts.
"Exactly, and I was a key cog in the resistance at Hogwarts, I'm the girlfriend and future spouse of Harry Potter and almost of age. Plus, we're all on a first name basis with the new Minster of Magic." Said Ginny proudly, pulling out her wand to shield them from any sort of interruptions.
"They would let you off or I would force them." Said Harry insistently, now rubbing Ginny's back, absentmindedly aware of her numerous scars from the Carrows torture… He stroked her hair with his free hand now. "Now about where to start with giving you more intimate attention?"
Ginny rolled them over, so she was underneath Harry now. "We'll start here for now."
Harry had a content dreamy feeling now. "That smell, what is it?"
Ginny smiled a bit shyly. "I make my own perfume, read how to do it in 12 Failsafe Ways to Charm Wizards…" She blushed a bit now. "Unlike love potions it's a natural thing helps discover and attract the soulmate without taking away free will."
"I didn't even know there was a girl's version of that book. How do you make this perfume anyway?"
Ginny smiled blushing now. "By extracting my pheromones—they can be extracted like memories can—then mixing it with kthe scent of a specific flower. It is different for every girl because we all give off different pheromones."
"What flower did you use?" Asked Harry curiously.
Ginny smiled a bit shyly. "Well I tried several different ones… Roses, Tulips, Carnations, Daises, no matter what I tried none of the flowers mixed well with my pheromones. I was starting to think I would never find the right combination, but then one family of flowers blended perfectly." She blushed a lot more now. "It was Lilies… White—purity and virtue—red—passion and then orange—confidence, pride and wealth, though I reckon it's just general symbolism."
"I am glad I finally figured out exactly where the third thing I smell in Amortentia came from, I shouldn't have been surprised you made your own perfume, only something uniquely you would smell that fantastic." Said Harry as he stared lovingly into Ginny's eyes again.
They sat up and a few moments later a bottle sped into her outstretched left hand. "Here it is, the scent that has you so utterly captivated. I've been making it for about three years, no name, I'm not that specific." She was briefly wary. "Michael and Dean hated the smell funny enough." Neville thought it was pleasant when I wore it for the Yule Ball, but I've never thought of him romantically." She grinned at Harry now. "In yet another ironic coincidence, you are the only one that gets a natural high from it and now I know why. Knowing that you smell it in Amortentia, that makes me feel exclusively yours." She said uncharacteristically girlishly.
He blushed. "I couldn't be happier to be yours Gin, you probably should have given upon me ages ago, thanks for sticking with me."
"You're welcome, I have a lot of work to do in changing the awful way you talk and think about yourself, Harry." Said Ginny rather subdued as she shook her head. "Now, time to get you a little more relaxed." She sprayed her perfume in three very strategic places… Her neck, the back of her ears and in the cleavage of her breasts, her bra still on over them.
Harry was trying to ignore the thunderous pounding of his heart and the now lion like fire in his chest. The scaly creature of jealousy replaced by this feral beast of unrestricted passion that he did not trust… Harry's jealousy had been completely jarring to him last spring and he nearly hexed Dean out of the way.
"Ginny!" Harry moaned weakly, overwhelmed by her scent now. "You're going to turn me feral you know."
"Harry, I'm trying to help you, but you need to trust me." Ginny finished pleadingly.
"It's me that I don't trust, not you… I don't want to get carried away…" He trailed off feeling sheepish.
Ginny frowned as she guessed Harry's mindset. "You think there's something wrong with your feelings for me because they are— "She smirked predictably. "Extremely selfish, probably as selfish as you have ever been."
Harry whispered in quiet shame. "I wanted hex Dean Ginny… I almost ran after you right after your row with Ron and— "
"Snogged me senseless." Ginny finished for him with a wry smile. "I can't say I would have stopped you if you had Harry. Dean is a nice bloke, but I never stopped being in love with you, and I wouldn't have felt guilty about dumping him on the spot." It was an honest but casual confession.
"It amazes me that you feel that way about me." No matter how hard he tried he just couldn't fully wrap his mind around the depth of Ginny's love for him.
Curse Voldemort and those sodding relatives of his for his lack of normalcy ! He doesn't trust himself at all and he won't take the lead, I've got to show him that he deserves me!
Ginny met Harry's lips again in an overwhelmingly passionate kiss. Every so often her lips would part slightly, and she would pull at. his upper lip as they closed again. It wasn't long before Harry was imitating this action. Ginny's tongue soon slipped inside his mouth and he waited for an opportunity to return the favor… Soon she had to let up a little for some air and he seized his chance and their tongues tangled slowly together as they traded the lead back and forth. At some point they started exploring more intimately with their hands… Harry moved steadily down her back and deliberately squeezed her bum. Ginny responded in kind before one hand was back in his hair while the other stayed down below traveling around to the front of his waist, massaging his crotch through his shorts. Harry swore to himself. That woozy feeling in his body was back and it culminated with an intense feeling in his groin… Pain? No that wasn't right, but it did feel overwhelming. Harry moaned inside her mouth as she felt his growing hard-on; his hands came back up and around to her chest feeling her tits through her shirt which made her moan too. He returned both hands to her hair and she brought hers onto his chest, Harry felt like it took all his control not to devour Ginny now, but he knew that he wasn't ready to shag.
Harry broke the kiss by inches, there was an anxious heat in his voice. "Gin, I've never felt anything like the way you make me feel, a lightning-strike was the best analogy I could think of… I still haven't figured out how it happened so suddenly."
Ginny gave Harry a sad smile. "You have been under nearly constant stress since the day Voldemort killed your parents. Living with the Dursley's who took you in as an object and not a human being, neglected and abused you because you were magical and didn't or couldn't act like they expected you to act. They lied to you about what you really are and left you completely alone."
"Why does that matter?" Asked Harry with dull frustration.
Ginny was emphatic as her sympathy turned into raw emotion. "Harry, everything that has happened to you matters! For Merlin's sake, you're not even 20 yet and you've been through more burdens and loss than most people deal with over their entire lifetime!" She became sadly resigned now. "As much as you hate that Voldemort was constantly hanging over your life you can't ignore the overwhelming amount of stress you had to deal with… A Dark Lord, Death Eaters, and escaping death every bloody year for seven years straight. All while being famous and prophesied to save the world."
"I hate that my life hasn't been normal even by magical standards, I just can't seem to adjust to things now that I have the chance for it." He said angrily.
"Oh Harry, you don't have to do anything, just let me take care of you…"
"But this should be both of us!" He said in frustration.
"Not until you're ready, that's why this just became entirely about you." He tried to protest further but she silenced Harry by holding a single finger to his lips. Her tone was a quiet plea. "Please, let me make this, make something, about you Harry. You deserve that much for once in your life."
She stood up an offered Harry a hand, he took it without a word, caving to Ginny's plea… Waving her free hand to magically dress herself and then send her perfume back into her bag then she put all the compassion she could muster into another kiss the increasing determination in her eyes was evident.
"Gin wait— "Harry began in surprise.
"You are going to know how much I have loved you and will always love you." She took of the rest of his clothes… Ginny lowered him gently onto the bed. "It's long overdue you got special attention that has nothing to do with your fame."
Her lips crashed against his, playfully nibbling each time Harry's willingly parted, eventually she broke the kiss and took stock of the entirety of his nude body… Harry had grown into a handsome man. He had a natural fitness about him, not much hair anywhere… She could clearly see his abs, not overly pronounced but noticeable, and the muscle in other areas like his arms, shoulders, and legs was impossible to miss… Years of Quidditch and manual labor gave him the build of something like a firefighter in the Muggle World—jobs that her father was obsessed with learning about. She preferred that, and no man fit it more perfectly than Harry in Ginny's eyes. Resuming her attention to Harry's body, this time she left his lips alone and focused elsewhere… His ear his cheek, his neck, his clavicle. Down his chest, nibbling at his pecks and his navel; Harry thought Ginny's mouth was like silk as she progressed. One hand stayed weaving lazily through his hair, the other moved slowly up the inside of his right leg. Harry nose was overwhelmed with the wonderful smell of Ginny's pheromonal Lilly flower infused perfume while he felt pleasant tingling from the movement of her lips and hands along the upper and lower half of his body, it made him feel overwhelmed and panicky.
"Um, can we do what we did this morning?" Asked Harry hopefully. "Not trying to kill the mood but I don't think I'm ready for any sort of special treatment." He blushed now.
She cupped his face with one hand and smiled. "Spooning you mean? Sure, and I was getting carried away, sorry about that. "I'm taking off my shirt and pants at least though." Said Ginny quietly.
"You are wonderful you are, and I promise I will get there soon." Said Harry smiling appreciatively. "It's just difficult.
"You're fine Harry, I should have asked before taking off all your clothes. I'm sorry." Said Ginny stripping off her shirt and pants with a laid-back expression.
"Thanks, and I think I can at least manage being a bit vulnerable, will only put my boxers back on…" He said a bit sheepishly.
"You're already much more comfortable than this morning." Said Ginny reassuringly.
They shifted and laid on their side in bed, Harry tightly spooning Ginny from behind. He began stroking her hair gently, it always smelled so great. His free hand was interlocked in her left, their fingers laced together tightly. Harry being over six feet tall, Ginny felt his now full erection pressed firmly into her lower back, she found it quite pleasant… Meanwhile, Harry was savoring the feel of her chest even over her bra… Both were remarkably calm and content now, Harry really relished in this simple close contact, before he knew it, he was falling asleep…
"Thanks for cooperating with my being a prude." Said Harry drowsily.
"Hey, I figured that I was pushing my luck anyway, but don't worry I'm fine with this Harry really. I just try to see what you're comfortable with."
"I love you, please don't think I don't, it's just difficult for me to be vulnerable."
"I know but don't think I expect you to get there overnight, but we'll get there I'm not really worried about when, we have a future now…"
"I'm lucky I have you." Said Harry quietly.
"Yes, something I'll be reminding you of for the rest of our lives."
"I love you Gin."
"I love you too Harry."
A/N: there is no record of Lily's OWL's so that is made up by me, just as the extra stuff with Riddle is made up by me. For those who don't know JKR is mostly an adult author and I believe she would have written a bit darker if not for the target Harry Potter audience being younger readers.