A/N: Back for more… it took a long time to write this chapter, it's dedicated exclusively to the progression of Harry and Ginny's intimate relationship, so I hope with all my heart that you enjoy it, it is my longest chapter so far!
Late the afternoon, the day after Lupin and Tonks at the Borrow, Harry, Ginny, Ron, and Hermione were once again sitting around the pond, discussing becoming Animagus and all it would entail.
Hermione was talking practically." Now obviously, we can't know the weather two months from now or force a lightning storm, but I'm sure we all want to achieve the transformation before we go our separate ways."
Harry elaborated on her thoughts, calmly." A month chewing on a Mandrake Leaf, and then another month for the rays of the full moon might as well try now with some breathing room."
" Yeah, in case I mess up," Ron said dully.
"You won't mess up; nobody will. I'll make sure we all do this properly." Hermione said reassuringly, kissing him briefly.
Something occurred to Ron after the kiss. His face fell in concern. "What about snogging? Can we do that with the leaves in our mouth?" He asked Hermione uncertainly.
She thought for a minute. "We probably should limit keep our tongues to ourselves for a month, so we don't mix saliva just to be safe," Hermione admitted with a small blush. "But that doesn't mean we can't shag or do other things." She finished bluntly.
" Monie, find out if snogging gets in the way of this whole thing because I don't want to go on a snogging hiatus unless I have no choice," Ron said anxiously.
"Even if that's the case, it could be fun having something off-limits like that," Hermione said, looking thoughtfully at Ron.
Harry looked visibly uncomfortable throughout this exchange, his face turning rather pink, staring hard at his feet, trying to ignore them, which Ginny caught, a sympathetic smile on her face.
Deciding to break up Ron and Hermione's oblivious conversation for Harry's sake, Ginny shook her head. "There are people around, you know. Merlin, you two might as well be on a love potion, you've already shagged, and you're still randy almost all the time." Ginny said with a smirk.
"I don't know how they went from making me look good, to making me look bad," Harry said, shaking his head.
"Shut up." They said together; Ginny giggled, then noticed that Harry's remark was somewhat subdued. "Hey," She said in a whisper. "We're not them, and we don't need to be." Harry nodded halfheartedly.
He is so self-conscious—Ginny thought to herself, feeling both sad and tickled to death. I have to talk to him about it and do something about it. I wonder if he's—I'll ask him.
Hermione was thinking aloud again." You know, I think I'll take one more day to try to figure out for sure about this first part; eating could be a contaminant. Ron could survive not snogging for a month, but if he can't eat for that long, he'll be the one in a coma."
" Oh blimey, I hadn't thought of that," Ron said, sounding flummoxed. "I'll help you research!" Ron told Hermione seriously, getting up hastily and taking her with him.
" I think I just discovered what motivates Ron," Hermione said to Harry and Ginny with a devious smile. Ron was jogging back to the house.
" We should have remembered that traveling with him for a year," Harry told Ginny after Hermione caught up with Ron, meaning that they were alone.
Ginny stood up, offering her hand. "Let's go for a walk, talk for a bit before going back to the house."
Harry took her hand, guessing the topic. "You want to talk about our lack of a sex life." It was a subdued statement.
"I want to talk about why you always put yourself down about this, Harry. You know I don't care that you want to go slow."
"But?" He asked in subdued anticipation.
"You are always so self-conscious about this stuff, even if you just overhear it, Harry," Ginny said calmly.
"That's because I'm a prude." He said in a matter-of-fact tone.
"Case in point," Ginny said sadly. "I'm going to ask you a question, and I need you to be honest with me." Hew nodded. She continued softly. "Harry, a wank, you haven't done it before, have you?"
He slowly shook his head. "No, I haven't had the urge."
Ginny was both surprised and unsurprised. "Okay, but I'd have thought that Cho would have been reason enough for a good wank." She finished somewhat skeptically.
Harry laughed harshly. "Yeah, I'm sure she is for most blokes, but whatever I felt for Cho Chang never went past a nervous stomach. Besides, I had dangerous things going on then that don't exactly put you in the mood to wank." He finished bitterly.
"You certainly did." She said sympathetically. Privately, Ginny couldn't hide her relief at this information. "Then what about me?" She asked with interest. "There was a gap between when you caught me with Dean and us being together after all."
Harry met her gaze a little sheepishly. "As overwhelming as my feelings were at the time, the thought of Ron punching me if he knew I was getting off to his only sister kept me from indulging my more randy thoughts, but I did daydream a lot."
"You had naughty thoughts about me, Harry?" Ginny asked him with heat in her eyes.
"Have," He corrected her bluntly. "But Voldemort over my shoulder meant that even after we were together, I never…" He trailed off shyly.
"Never had the chance to entertain yourself." Ginny finished bluntly, her expression quite mirthful. "I thought as much, but I wanted to ask; it explains a lot." She squeezed his hand.
"Yeah, like why I am a prude." He repeated dully.
Ginny sighed, her expression dismissive. "Harry, you can't expect to be comfortable with any of this, especially given you're a late bloomer, so to speak."
"I could have been a priest," Harry said lamely.
"Not with the thoughts you have about me. Now, I just need to get you comfortable indulging them." Ginny said with a playful smile.
"I swear it's not that I don't want to shag, Gin," Harry said in an ashamed whisper.
Ginny shook her head; both hands cupping his face. She looked directly into his eyes with conviction. "I know Harry, and I wish you wouldn't feel guilty or you like you owe it to me to be good at it or something. I'm a virgin, too, remember." She paused briefly. "I know you said it's not because of the memories I've seen from Riddle's diary, his charming girls to shag him, but are you sure that's not what is holding you back?"
"I promise, you're not the issue, and I hate what he did to you, but it's not because you know more than me; it's because that's a terrible thing to put you through so young. That's why I forgot your possession back then; I blocked it out because I prefer thinking of you happy. He said reassuringly.
Ginny gave an appreciative smile. "Thank you for that, Harry. Now, if you are just nervous, I have plenty of ways to help you get over that." She thought for a minute before whispering in his ear. There was a blush on Ginny's face, her expression quizzical. "What do you think?"
" Together?" Asked Harry, somewhere between interest and shyness.
Ginny nodded, feeling more confident the longer she held Harry's gaze." Yeah, I mean, if you want."
"I would like to get used to that, so I don't keep ruining the mood like I usually do," Harry said, with a shy smile.
Ginny put her arms around him, shaking her head. "You haven't ever ruined the mood." She brought one hand to his face. She sounded a little melancholy now. "But I don't want you to feel overwhelmed by me, Harry, and I think you are."
His hands were in her hair now, running them slowly through her long fiery red mane." How could I not be overwhelmed by you? You are so beautiful, Gin."
Ginny smiled but still felt subdued." That's what I mean, Harry. I'm not even out of any clothes, and you're looking at me like, I'm part Veela, and you consider yourself a troll or something." She frowned a bit. "You've got it your head that I'm out of your league, and I don't like it."
Harry shrugged." I've told you before I don't understand why you think anything of me or how I look." He said innocently.
Ginny looked steadily into his eyes. "You don't understand how much I think about you throughout any day, not just when I need to let off steam, but you will tonight, and then hopefully it'll cure that rubbish idea in your head and take the pressure off."
" I don't feel any pressure," Harry said defensively.
Ginny did not need to use the Legilimency she'd been practicing with Hermione to know that was a lie.
"You have a lot of talents, Harry, but you're a lousy liar. He shrugged in silent admission. She smirked." That's what I thought, and since nothing I say is making it stick, I came up with this idea." She finished softly.
"It's a good idea," Harry said quietly.
Ginny took his hand and then started to walk once again. "Later tonight, then, I know a nice, secluded spot outside that overlooks the village on a little hill." Her head dropped onto his shoulder." We can watch the sunset over dinner beforehand and then fall asleep together once we're tired."
" We'll be tired after?" Harry asked curiously.
" Making a night of it is kind of the whole reason I suggested it, Harry," Ginny said, smiling quaintly at him.
"Alright then, but this sort of stuff is intimidating, Harry said shyly.
"I felt the same way for a long time," Ginny said empathically.
" How did you get used to it?" He asked her quietly.
" Mum talked to me about this sort of thing, granted she doesn't know what caused my early sexual development," Ginny told him bluntly.
" Right, well, I didn't have that sort of thing growing up, which is what turned me into a prude; I am amazed you want to handle my baggage," Harry said dejectedly.
"You do have a lot of scars Harry, physical, emotional, and mental. Things most people can scarcely imagine, but I get it." Ginny said sympathetically.
"Lupin told me that when I was scared of the Dementors." He sighed heavily. "I just didn't think it would get in the way of normal stuff too."
"Well, that's why I'm here, to help you get comfortable with all things normal, even this part of our relationship, I'm more than happy helping you catch up completely," Ginny said reassuringly. "The only thing I ask is that you trust me."
" I do; my issues are not about you, Gin," Harry said reassuringly.
"You're right; it's about us. That's why I suggested doing this together. The journey matters more than the destination." She said calmly.
Here she was again, being so patient with him. It meant more than Harry could have ever put into words. Without even realizing it, Harry felt a single tear escape slowly from one eye.
Ginny gently wiped it away with a thumb. "Are you okay?" Ginny asked with concern.
"Just remembering how much I love you and how wonderful you are, that's all," Harry said emotionally." That's why it's so frustrating." He stepped back and kicked the ground irritably.
"What do you mean?" She asked gently.
He ran his hands through his hair more frazzled. "My greatest power is love, but I'm scared too— "
"Harry," She said emotionally, touching his arm. "I know you love me; our souls bonded together. Not because of destiny or fate but because we fell in love, and we made a choice never to stop loving each other." She told him with conviction.
"Then why is it so hard for me to cross these lines with you— He stammered anxiously.
Ginny silenced Harry sympathetically. "Because your brain, the sexual part anyway, is underdeveloped. That's why anything sexual makes you nervous and uncomfortable. You don't know how to handle it; even your own body's responses make you nervous, but it's okay, Harry, I don't care, and I've told you that, and I will keep reminding you."
" So, it's okay with you that I have the sexual range of a teaspoon?" Harry said in a lame, defeated tone.
" Yes!" Ginny said adamantly, forcing Harry to face her again." Though I wouldn't put it like that." She told him, looking at him kindly.
" How would you put it then?" Harry asked her bluntly.
Ginny held his hand and rested her free hand on his chest. "You just need some, let's call it situational experience; eventually, all your nerves will go away." She thought for a moment." You have to walk before you run, so to speak."
" One step at a time," Harry said, calming himself.
"Exactly, that's what tonight is about, putting her arms around his neck again. "I know how you feel because I was there too, and much younger…" She continued empathetically. "Overwhelmed, confused, ashamed even… It was quite lonely, early puberty. Harry, I know you are going through the opposite as a late bloomer, which I'm sure is worse in many ways.
"It is… So that's why you suggested…" He trailed off shyly.
"Yes, all part of learning to walk before you run, Harry, and like I said, we'll make a night of it, so you'll get dating experience too," Ginny said, smiling encouragingly.
" Merlin, my only date ended in a complete bloody disaster." Harry gave a visible shudder at the memory.
Ginny gave him a sympathetic smile. "That's because you were with the wrong girl."
" Yeah, and it turned out the right girl was the first witch that caught my eye. You were cute running after the train as it took off." Harry said thoughtfully.
Ginny smiled amid a slight blush." You might not like being vulnerable, but you have no problem being a smooth talker." Ginny whispered." With my help, before too long, being vulnerable will come as naturally as your smooth talk Harry." She finished reassuringly.
" Gin, how long did it take before you were used to…" He didn't seem to know how to finish the sentence.
"Randy effects." She finished for him casually. He nodded. She looked at him thoughtfully." Well," She was quietly empathetic. "My sexuality hit me quite abruptly too, Harry, just early instead of late… I do understand." She continued subdued. "It's completely overwhelming at first, but the more it happens, the less overwhelming it becomes."
"Are you sure? I've handled it pretty badly any time it's happened to this point." He blushed shyly.
"Harry, given your upbringing, that doesn't surprise me; you must have been, and still be very confused."
"I did get freaked out when my voice changed because I thought that I was sick in the throat. I just had to get used to things on my own, which hasn't been easy." Harry recalled rather sheepishly.
" I get that believe me… Having no escape from witnessing Riddle's sex life was awful. I don't know how long I was stuck in a cycle of those memories whenever he threw me into them but came into my sexuality way too early."
"And I'm late to the party." Harry sighed heavily.
"You've only just recently gotten your first hard-on or two at 17; I'd say that's about right," Ginny said delicately.
"You take everything in stride," Harry said quietly.
She had a faraway expression now." I got a front-row seat while trapped in the memories of Riddle's recurring sex life. Eleven years old watching girls willingly…" She whispered against Harry's chest, somewhat haunted. "I tried, but I couldn't ignore it, he always took them to a broom cupboard, so I was just there with them… Trapped in memories that weren't mine, terrified because I was 11 exposed to things I didn't understand, I cried until I couldn't anymore. My childhood died trapped in the void of those memories. I still feel the traces of his ruptured soul in me." There was a resigned bitterness in the last of her words.
Harry hugged her tightly, amazed that she wasn't crying. "I'm sorry, Gin." He whispered empathetically.
Ginny shrugged. "Thanks, Harry, but my point is I'm long past getting frazzled about any of this."
" I'm hoping that rubs off on me," Harry admitted smiling at her.
" It will don't worry. We won't shag until you are comfortable; that's what tonight is about." She said reassuringly, her right hand holding the back of his head.
"It'll be nice to just focus on us without the prophecy and whatnot in the back of my mind," Harry said, squeezing her free hand.
"Yeah, and I promise the date part will make up for your lone disaster."
"Course it will, I'm with you," Harry said rhetorically.
"Yeah, you are, and I still can't believe my luck about it," Ginny said, looking somewhat like she was in a daydream.
He smiled at the irony. "That's how I feel you could have anyone, someone without recurring baggage." Harry matched Ginny's reverie, absentmindedly sliding his fingers through her hair.
Ginny shook her head." I would never give it to anyone else. You are the only one who has ever had my heart." Her eyes were wet with moisture now. "I've told you already; I could not live without you. I'm a shell of myself, twice since we've been together, I feared you were dead, and both times I died too."
"I'm trying to open my heart completely, but I'm not doing good enough— "
She sighed heavily." You have plenty of reason to guard your heart. Merlin knows after all you've suffered…" She smiled emphatically." I don't expect you to open your heart easily, and you need slow and steady, I'm always aware of what you need."
"That's why you deserve more from me; I'm sorry, Gin, starting tonight, I'll try to relax more, I shouldn't be nervous, not with you." He was extremely apologetic.
Here it was again, Harry's penchant for feeling guilty was more significant than she had seen in anyone else in her life. Mistakes, things he couldn't control, personal situations that he had every right to say in how they went.
"That is very sweet, Harry, but please stop feeling guilty that we have a slow-building sexual relationship." Ginny implored quietly. "We love each other; when we shag doesn't matter because I know it will happen when the time is right." Ginny put both her arms around Harry's neck. "There's plenty of things in between snogging and shagging."
"Like what you suggested earlier," Harry said, feeling less self-conscious now.
She was pleased his mood was lifting. She smiled cheerfully. "That's right, that's the sort of stuff I'm focused on right now, starting tonight, and honestly, being with you is the point no matter what we're doing together. If that naturally gets us going, then great, but if not, I'm not worried. We have all the time in the world; that was the point of working so hard to save it." Ginny reminded him with a rhetorical tilt of her head.
Harry looked suddenly lighter than he had in years, delighted." Yeah, honestly, I can't remember the last time I got to just spend time with you, and we have never had a date night."
Ginny grinned. "Well, there's a first time for everything, and it's not shagging, but we'll doing plenty tonight, and we'll be together."
Harry held Ginny's gaze once more, feeling a great rush of affection for her. That's all that matters to me; you are my home now, Gin." He kissed her tenderly, both hands resting on the sides of her face.
The kiss ended slowly, Ginny wore an amused smile, but her eyes were full of love. "Save the smooth talk for our date tonight."
They had walked for so long that they were right near the borrow again. "I'm looking forward to it," Harry said, smiling warmly at her.
She gave him a deep grin. "Me too."
Summer days meant the sunset was very late in the day, in this case, nearly nine at night. Ginny, thinking well ahead, asked her mother if she could set aside a portion of supper for the outdoor date night she had planned to have with Harry— Molly happily obliged her daughter quite tickled. About two hours before the sun was due to set, Ginny and Harry were back outside, having just trekked to the flat hillside overlooking the village, forgoing apparition so as not to compromise their meal.
" Wow, you weren't joking about this spot!" Harry's mouth hung open, caught by surprise." We are completely secluded," He peered over the edge carefully." Even if someone tried to look up here, all they'd see is the underside of the hill."
"That's why we're here." Said Ginny; having finished getting out their food, she turned around. "That, and the overlooking view of the village. There are no clouds in the sky either, so the stars will be out after the sun goes down, nice and peaceful." She eyed the sky sounding content.
Harry turned his attention to the scenery too. "We're in a bubble up here."
"Yeah, that's the idea," Ginny said quietly. "I offer you shepherd's pie, fully acknowledging that you're eating Mum's food. Not that I don't know my way around the kitchen, but I'll save cooking for a special occasion down the road." She added casually.
"I'm great at cooking," Harry said as they sat down facing the view of the village—talking as they ate together…
"I didn't know that about you," Ginny said, raising an eyebrow in surprise.
"I'm full of surprises and talent beyond just saving the world, you know," Harry said cheekily.
"Yes, you are much more than a savior, though I'm thrilled you were mine," Ginny told him, wearing an emotional smile.
"Hearing that you were down in the chamber," Harry said slowly, after more silence filled with eating. "It was the worst moment of my life at 12; it's still among the worst years later."
Ginny paused, taken aback." How could it be? You've dealt with so much since then."
" You make me feel special because…" He looked deep in thought.
"Knut for your thoughts?" Ginny gently encouraged him.
He blushed a bit, relatively quiet now. "Well, you were always looking at me. I spent my childhood somewhere between in the way and invisible. Girls never looked at me before you, not because they fancied me anyway." He looked absentmindedly towards the village now." Once I was at Hogwarts, the shock or envy of my fame, or pity, girls, had a plan mostly once I was older. You were different," He smiled warmly at her." You made me feel so special because you looked at me, Gin, just me with pure love. After growing up mostly unnoticed by anyone unless they expected something from me, that means more to me than I could ever say. That's why you stuck in that chamber will always be one of the worst moments of my life."
"I'm glad I make you happy. That's all I want to do." Ginny returned his warm smile with hers.
By the time they finished eating, the sun was about halfway through its descent through the sky, tinged with red bits. Harry used magic to clean and stow everything related to their meal in the bag they brought with them.
"I wonder if we should have brought a tent." Harry uncertainly said.
Ginny was wrapped in Harry's embrace, now quite content. "I wouldn't want to miss the stars when it gets dark; it's beautiful here. Besides, you ought to be sick of tents." She said quietly.
"Probably, but I wasn't sure if you are comfortable on the ground," Harry said, stroking her hair, which had a golden hue mixed in with the flame red.
"I'm just fine, Harry; a cushioning charm will take care of that." Ginny reached back and touched his face letting out a long sigh. "That feels good."
Harry kissed the back of her head, whispering in her ear. " I love your hair, especially in the sun."
"What else?" Asked Ginny curiously.
"Your eyes." Harry said automatically.
"My eyes are dull." Ginny said quite dismissively, turning around to face him.
"It's impossible to get lost in something dull, and there is nothing about you that is dull to me," Harry told her gently.
"That smooth talk again," Ginny said playfully.
"I can't help; you are so beautiful," Harry said quietly.
"Smooth talk without any sort of agenda." Ginny smiled tenderly at him. She looked briefly back towards the horizon. The sun was relatively low now, and soon it would be gone. Ginny put her arms around Harry's neck. "The sun will set completely soon. I'm glad we're doing this." She took his hand.
"Me too. Should I have changed? I hate to think I'm underdressed." He told her uncertainly.
She shook her head rather lazily. "No, fancy dates are a bit overrated anyway."
Harry blushed a bit. "Thanks; if that's how you look without even trying, I'm in trouble on formal occasions."
She was wearing a simple blue light blue t-shirt and beige shorts. Harry thought Ginny made casual look way better than was warranted.
Ginny was smiling at him in amusement. "You look handsome in dress robes, Harry."
"Do I?" Harry asked innocently.
"Oh yes, but we can focus on formal another time. You look plenty handsome when you're not trying to, you know."
Harry shrugged. "If you say so, who am I to argue."
She took his face with both hands, her tone praising. "Glad you finally caught on, Mr. Potter." Her smile was half-grin, half-smirk.
Ginny met Harry's lips hungrily, taking the lead on the kiss. She pushed into him with clear-headed intent; they were a bit rough, perhaps chapped, but she did not care. Meanwhile, Harry blissfully remembered how soft Ginny's lips were; he thought they tasted like some sort of balm with fruit. With a sudden jolt—ironically as if getting hit by lightning—Harry remembered that this very feeling was his last thought before his assumed death. The realization made him passive as Ginny heightened the kiss. Tears escaped Harry rolling almost painfully down the front of his face.
Ginny felt them brush her skin and slowly ceased the kiss. "What's wrong?" She said gently.
"I didn't think your lips would ever be on mine again, and this was the last thing I pictured before I let him kill me." Harry sighed anxiously.
Ginny held his face, wiping his tears away, taking a moment to peak at the sun. It was all but set now. "Harry, your alive." She told him, gently blunt quelling his anxiousness.
Ginny resumed the kiss with emotional gravity, and their arms came around each other's backs with both of them occupied at the mouth in increasing desperation as they moved through each other's hair. Ginny's felt like silk, and Harry's fingers got lost in it. How was it possible that her hair had a unique divinity to it? Harry escalated his movement through her hair as if doing so would answer his question, but he found no answer this way. Harry's hair between Ginny's fingers felt thick and rough; she resisted an urge to pull on it, though she did grip it rather tightly. Ginny bit at Harry's lips lightly in hopes of progressing further, and he gave a little grunt of approval before parting them in anticipation of her tongue, but instead, she broke the kiss though only inches.
"Listen, I'm going to throw you into the fire—we're not shagging—I just mean I'm taking off my clothes." She added quickly, seeing the look of panic that crossed his face.
"All of them?" Harry asked uncertainly, more in clarification than panic.
"Yes, Harry, all of them, It's best just to do it. I mean, technically, you already saw me starkers, but that's not the point."
"Remind me of the point again?" Harry asked innocently.
Ginny smiled at him before saying, "Because I want you to see me like that and get used to it. Besides, I don't want to get my knickers and shorts wet." She noticed his nervousness and grinned playfully at him. "Don't worry, Harry, if you faint, I'll revive you."
Harry nodded, but he was stuck on the first part of what Ginny had said and somewhat confused. "Why would they get wet?"
Ginny's face was calm in recognizing Harry's general ignorance of most of these sorts of things.
"This is one case where showing is better than telling you, but let's just say girls get wet when we're randy, and I would prefer not to have Mum assuming we have shagged. She still does my laundry." Ginny said bluntly.
Harry was still confused but shrugged, moving on to another point. He was genuinely embarrassed now. "Do I have to take off all my clothes now?"
Ginny shook her head. "Not if you don't want to, but you have jeans on, that will be uncomfortable later should probably strip to your boxers at least."
In this case, Harry knew what she meant. He sighed. "Good idea."
"I'll go first," Ginny told him kindly.
"Or we do it together?" Harry offered to be nonchalant.
Ginny nodded gratefully, and they stood up, catching the last of the sunset as it fell below the horizon. Afterward, Ginny kissed Harry again; this time, her hands lifted his shirt off over his head and tossed it casually on the ground out of their way; she couldn't help but eye the scars on his chest.
"Harry, do those hurt?" She asked curiously.
"No, but they itch a lot." He said, looking down at his chest.
Then Ginny's hands traced his right arm. "What about here? Where Wormtail took your blood."
"It goes numb occasionally. I don't know why I reckon Wormtail cut too deep and irritated some nerves permanently; maybe the knife was imbued with dark magic." Harry admitted quietly.
She trailed kisses along with this spot, and then her eyes moved to the place where the basilisk fang pierced him.
"Nothing; granted, there's still scarring, but not even magic can prevent that." Harry closed his eyes to the contact from her lips this time.
"You almost died saving me, Harry." Ginny's emotion made his eyes open. She was looking at him intensely now.
"I couldn't let anything happen to you." He whispered.
She touched his face with an emotional smile. "I know, it's time I say thank you properly."
Ginny undid his jeans slowly, and he stepped out of them. She smiled at Harry with adoration before discarding her t-shirt and shorts. Harry barely had time to admire the matching bra and knickers before they were gone too, and Ginny was standing naked in front of him.
"Wow."
That was all he could articulate, but Ginny looked angelic without clothes. He had no comparison with other women, but there was no comparison to make as far as he was concerned. Blood flooded Harry's brain and his groin, and his eyes flooded with the green that so defined them.
Ginny noted the change in his eyes and it zflooded her with heat. "You didn't faint." She told him encouragingly.
"The night is still young Gin." He whispered in awe.
"As I said, I'll catch you, Harry." She reminded him gently. "Look your fill; I don't mind."
Ginny's nude body looked so incredible. How could a mortal woman glow so fiercely? Ginny's most immediately apparent body features were her freckles. She was covered in them on her face, arms, and chest, existing in dedicated clusters there. Harry was mesmerized as he watched Ginny's breasts rise and fall with each breath that she took. He thought they were quite large for her smaller, shorter frame. That was an assumption on his part, though, as Harry never noticed girls much, if at all. Harry knew that the fundamental difference between men and women was tits and their nether regions. Still, seeing Ginny's vulva filled him with curiosity. It seemed complicated.
"Let's get more comfortable, lay down on the ground. I know you did a cushioning charm earlier." Ginny said calmly.
They got comfortable on their backs; heads turned towards each other. However, Harry's eyes were quickly distracted by Ginny's vulva again, not that she minded or hadn't expected that she knew that Harry was staring at it out of pure curiosity, which was untrue of most blokes who seemed to be x-raying her.
Harry seemed to realize that he was staring rudely. "Uh, sorry." He said apologetically, bringing his eyes back to her face.
Ginny smiled in amusement at the apology. "It's okay, Harry. If I didn't want you to see all my parts, I would not be starkers right now."
"I didn't mean to stare at it. I just wasn't expecting it to look so nice." He blushed sheepishly.
Ginny blushed now. " What, but I haven't shaved. There's nothing nice about pubic hair, Harry!" She said with bashful insistence.
"Why would I lie? Yours is the first and only one I will ever see!" Harry told her, laughing and shaking his head in amusement.
"Alright, I believe you!" Ginny said earnestly, coming down from her laughter.
"Good, I am nothing to write home about below the belt, believe me," Harry said calmly.
Ginny was on her right side now, their faces barely apart. "I haven't gotten a long look, but trust your opinion on this about as much as I trust Hagrid around Dragons.
"Do you want to have a good look?" Asked Harry nervously.
"I want to show off for you first, get you embracing those dormant hormones for a while," Ginny said calmly.
"I wish I were as confident as you are," Harry said admiringly.
I'm not confident, Harry." Ginny said, relatively subdued. "I think I'm just numb to the awkwardness or embarrassment of anything sexual." She shrugged. "I lived all that already, thanks to the stupid Horcrux. I saw pretty much everything, except torture ironically, but this was before he split his soul. I guess he wasn't evil yet." Ginny laid her head on Harry's chest. "But my point is I'm super randy most of the time." There was an edge to her voice now. "I know it's Riddle's diary; my soul almost drowned in his, and that was before he decided to throw me into memory after memory of his sex life."
"He left his mark on you too," Harry said empathetically.
He left me with a frequent itch, and now that we're together, I want you to scratch it, Harry. It's why I'm still a virgin I couldn't settle for less than you..." Ginny said anxiously.
"Gin, why didn't you tell me? If you're making yourself miserable trying to wait, then we shouldn't." Harry said rationally.
"No, I'm not losing my virginity—wasting our first time—to scratch a sexual impulse I've dealt with since 12!" She sounded adamant, but there was an intense longing in her eyes.
"Alright, but let me help you some other way in the meantime."
"I was hoping you would still feel that way." Ginny kissed him hungrily.
Harry was overwhelmed by her kiss, and after only seconds his lips were parted as Ginny's tongue slid into his mouth, overlapping with Harry's with no resistance from him whatsoever. He was content to let her massage his entire mouth, and when she met the back of his throat, Harry moaned into her mouth. Soon, he felt his groin respond. A frustrated sigh escaped Harry, which evolved into a heavy grunt accompanied by the start of his erection, which caused an uncomfortable straining bulge against his shorts. Ginny sensed Harry's discomfort and broke the kiss looking quizzical.
"Ugh, why is this so annoying!" Harry said anxiously. Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Not you, that was great, but these hard-ons, I'm not used to them."
Ginny looked down and understood immediately. She smiled, "I can tell you us girls are glad we don't have this issue. You'll feel better if you let it free."
"Fine, might as well… But I need to make a mental note to ask some bloke how they deal with this." Harry said seriously.
"That was the other part of what I wanted to do together tonight," Ginny told him quietly.
"That's what you meant when you suggested—blimey, I didn't even realize girls had the same problem," Harry said, baffled.
Ginny grinned, chuckling softly at him. "It's not as obvious for us as it is for blokes, but we have just as much need to occupy ourselves."
"Well, I can't think of anything better than being occupied with you, Gin," Harry said as his hands found her hair again.
"Good, you have no idea what you do to me, but you're about to find out, Harry." She told him, whispering.
Ginny turned her attention to Harry's lower half and ran her hands along both his legs until they came to a halt on his erection against the fabric of the boxers he wore. It pulsed at her touch, clearly begging for release.
"Gin, please don't tease me; whatever you're going to do, do it," Harry said anxiously, irritated that he was still so unused to his hard-ons.
"I didn't mean to tease you, Harry. Are you sure that you okay in the buff?" She asked bluntly.
"Look, I know I was nervous a lot until now, but I realize that I'll be okay with anything as long as it helps me get used to us," Harry said in exasperation.
"I'll be the judge of what's between those legs, and I seriously doubt it's a mess. Still, you're right; it's time to find out what's underneath your hood." She said with active interest.
Without another word, Ginny grabbed his boxers with both hands and slid them slowly down and off Harry's body, discarding them to join the rest of their clothes.
Harry gave an audible exhale of relief. "Much better."
Ginny didn't know what to expect as she laid eyes on Harry's freed member.
"Wow, " She said calmly. "There's not as much hair as I was expecting, and I don't have any comparison, but it's bigger than I thought it would be," Ginny said with rather bashful approval.
"Well, I don't know if I'm anything special either, and I honestly don't care," Harry said with surprising vigor.
"You're hot when you're sure of yourself," Ginny told him flirtatiously, her eyes building with heat.
"You're hot all the time; I'm just lucky I can pull it off sometimes," Harry said bluntly, smiling as his eyes swept over her body once more.
Ginny laughed, looking amused. "You don't fool me with this—I'm pathetic—act Harry." She lay sideways and face to face with Harry again, though she felt a nagging impulse to climb on top of him and do away with her virginity.
Stop it; tonight isn't about shagging! He's relaxed, don't screw this up by being selfish! She forcibly reminded herself.
Harry turned his head. "It comes and goes." He said quietly.
"I'm sure it does." Ginny retorted suspiciously, feigning disapproval.
"Gin, I want to touch your…" He swallowed, losing his nerve.
"What do you want to touch, Harry? Say it?" She told him encouragingly.
There was a conflict in Harry's brain about focusing on her breasts or vulva first, perhaps unsure if he would be permitted to explore both tonight. His eyes darted back and forth between them before deciding on the more straightforward option.
"Your tits, can I?" Harry said once he made up his mind.
"See, what happens when you speak up? You get what you asked for." Ginny reinforced in a playfully, instructive voice. "But can I touch that todger of yours then?
Harry shrugged. "I don't see why you would want to, but yeah, and then maybe you could teach me about the vulva before wanking together?"
Ginny smiled knowingly. "That was part of why I suggested it in the first place because I guessed that if I mapped it out and I showed you what to do, it would help you."
"Well, you guessed right, I need help figuring out girls downstairs, and maybe girls in general," Harry mumbled shyly.
"Relax, Harry, before the night's over, I'll make sure you know exactly how the vulva works and what to do for me." Ginny reassuringly said.
"I'd return the favor for you, but well, I haven't spent any time on myself," Harry mumbled again.
Ginny's face looked as though she'd just fixed Harry's memory. She sounded rhetorically blunt. "I grew up with six brothers, Harry; I know how blokes work; that was my dad's part of the sex talk." She shrugged in resigned solace came over her. "I guess that's where getting shoved into Riddle's sex life had its silver-lining. I'm glad I didn't go into that whole thing blind; it would have been awkward."
"I'd be on track in all this if I grew up normal," Harry said enviously.
"Still, you seem more relaxed than I've ever seen you, which means that getting starkers was the best thing I could have done." She said, cheerfully smiling at him.
Ginny kissed Harry heatedly; he felt his erection increase but found it much easier to tolerate when not constricted by clothes. Soon Harry felt another surge in blood flow and a heavy sensation that begged for release, which he obeyed involuntarily.
He let out his breath in a grunt before becoming distracted. "Sorry, I just felt something new."
Ginny's eyes found his member; it was fully erect now. She was blunt. "You're bigger than you were earlier, and your bell-end is wet with whatever that stuff is.
"I'm sorry I couldn't stop it." He said, feeling embarrassed.
She was already looking more closely. "Not urine, no odor."
"What is it then?" Harry asked, raising his head curiously.
I think it's pre-cum; it's like a lubricant. I get that too." Ginny sat up in front of Harry and opened her folds. "See, it's not the same, but the point is that it's just your body preparing to shag."
"But we're not shagging." Harry said, insisting that his body shouldn't have betrayed him.
Ginny's response was measured but blunt. "We're not, but that doesn't matter. When it comes to sex, the body and brain are hardwired to respond. I'll show you."
Ginny took up a kneeling position taking Harry's manhood in one hand, and stroked it once from the base to the head gently a few times, changing her stroke style each time. First one finger, then the palm of her hand, then the back of her hand. Harry was nervous initially but was surprised to find that Ginny's hand felt very good stroking him rather quickly. Far better, he was sure, than he would have done on his own. Ginny's stroke was so slow and careful that he did not fight the sensations that it created and was, in fact, so relaxed that only the fresh wetness of his bell-end made him alert again.
"Sorry… Gin." Harry said laboriously.
She collected his pre-cum on the thumb of her free hand, inspecting it curiously. "It's okay, Harry. You're probably going to cum early anyway; not wanking makes it difficult for guys to last long." Ginny said calmly.
"I thought that just happened?" Asked Harry, confused.
"It might have felt like you did, but no. It would feel much more intense, and you would be quite exhausted. Plus, cum is different than pre-cum anyway."
"You know all this stuff how? He asked her quizzically.
"Hermione lent me Muggle sex-ed books years ago because I needed to understand and the magical community is lacking in this area, and then… Well, I've gotten myself to orgasm plenty of times. You learn to recognize the difference—how your body feels and— " She paused to suck her fingers quietly clean of his pre-cum. "What comes out of it."
"Did you just taste my—whatever you said it's called," Harry said, gaping at Ginny with stunned disbelief.
"Pre-cum." She reminded Harry patiently. "And yes, I couldn't help myself; it was better than I thought it would be, but I've noticed that's a recurring theme with you," Ginny told him with a carefree smile.
Harry slowly worked to steady his racing brain from Ginny's interest in his bodily fluids. He felt abruptly heated and was beginning to accept the effect of sexual stimulus. With this fresh understanding, Harry finally forgave himself for the inferno of feelings—after that wishing, she was his alone—that seeing Ginny as a grown woman had awoken in him. He came out of his contemplation feeling more comfortable than he had during any other time he'd spent alone with Ginny before tonight.
When he could speak again, he found his voice was unnaturally husky. "Okay, I get what you meant earlier about involuntary… I still find it a bit annoying the body just leaks of its own accord, though." He said lazily.
Ginny released his member, carefully sounding calm yet blunt. "We can't control our sexual responses. I've struggled with that since Riddle owned my soul." Ginny had heavy emotion and longing in her voice all of a sudden. "I hate that damn Horcrux! If I hadn't gotten held routinely hostage stripped of my innocence, always trapped with him and a girl in the broom cupboard…" She shook with winded disgust as though once again stuck in memories. Ginny talked slowly now like she was 11. "Most people can't fathom Tom Riddle ever being a teenage boy; he was before the Horcruxes, but there was enough of those kinds of memories that I never saw repeats… I swear, it was like those moving adult reels that super randy Muggle's watch." Ginny said with as much disgust as she did shame.
"Porn videos…" Harry filled in; at Ginny's raised eyebrows, He added hastily. "I haven't ever watched any, but I think Dudley has over his friend's houses as they got older. He used to brag under his breath—I've seen women starkers, you never will! You don't even have a girlfriend, and if you did, there's no way a girl will ever let you her starkers—I'm sure he thought he could get under my skin, but I hadn't even kissed a girl I could have cared less what Dudley was doing to get himself off. But I did think I would never see a girl starkers." Harry said with subdued indifference.
Next second, Ginny stretched out, leaning backward on her elbows to throw her entire—unmistakably naked—body into sharp view for him.
"Well, Dudley was wrong about that." She said affectionately; Ginny looked at Harry heatedly; he sat up, and his face flushed with heat.
Harry could not speak and simply took in the full wonder of Ginny Weasley in all her bare skin. Bright, chocolate brown eyes that somehow gave him the same instantaneous feel-good affect the candy did when he looked into them—her gaze now was full passion. Freckles were all over her face, some clustered in patterns like on her cheeks. All this was surrounded by flaming red hair, which was now long enough to conceal her numerous torture scars when let in a cascade down Ginny's back. Harry guessed that she stopped caring about the length some years ago. However, it naturally cascaded against her chest, which rose and fell rhythmically. Her breasts now were swollen, her nipples erect. Harry never expected this change, but he guessed that it was an involuntary randy response, and it got him randy too. Harry wondered if the erection of Ginny's breasts felt as abrupt for her as his penis was for him, he would ask her later; he was too curious not to find out.
Why? Well, Harry wasn't entirely sure. He had to think that it was because he'd gone his whole adolescence ignorant about sex. In the most general sense, he only knew how to get Ginny pregnant when the time was right—that was it—albeit not any time soon, together the two of them would eventually create precious life . When mere weeks ago, he was slowly and painfully walking towards death. It was gloriously wonderful to think of the joy of bringing life into the world instead of the quiet misery of death. That inevitable eventuality made Harry smile broadly for a moment before he filed it away for the future he now had with her.
Presently, he realized that knowledge was what he craved. He was very grateful for Ginny's willingness to take Harry's sexual discovery seriously. Other girls would have probably teased him or else left him when they realized how much of an ignorant prude they were dealing with, but Ginny was never frustrated with him for asking questions and cleared up any of his confusion. She could have taught sex education in Muggle schools.
Harry still did not understand much about physical differences—other than the obvious, of course—between blokes and girls, least of all the vulva, which stood out captivatingly between legs; her striking hips completed both sides of her curvy waist. Harry's only certainties about Ginny's was that he was inexplicably excited by and curious about it, wanting to master its complexity. Harry's slow observation of her body with just his eyes ended here; Ginny had watched him survey her the whole time, her expression amused and content, before deciding to break the silence.
"Can I ask you something, Harry?" He nodded sheepishly. There was a quizzical yet uncertain expression on Ginny's face. "What I did before, did you… Did it feel good, or do I need to do better next time? I— I want to know?" She gave a sheepish blush.
Harry laid on his right side next to Ginny, who had an anticipatory look. "You have perfect hands," Harry told Ginny, propped up on his elbows, smiling sweetly at her.
"Really?" She asked shyly.
"It felt great, Gin." He lowered his head to kiss her tenderly; her fingers flooded Harry's messy hair in response.
Ginny smiled sheepishly as the kiss ended. "I was worried when your eyes closed for so long, but I loved holding and stroking your todger. I wasn't sure if it felt good enough, but since you've never— I wanted to do it for you. Hopefully, you didn't mind." She blushed through her cheeks, brightening her entire face. Her radiance was something Harry always thought put the sun to shame.
"Mind?" Harry chuckled mildly, tracing Ginny's freckled jawline with between two fingers. "I'm likely to seek you out because you've spoiled any reason for me to wank myself, unless, of course, you are unavailable. But honestly." He sounded passive now, giving a loving smile. "If you aren't around, I won't need to wank."
Ginny could not hide her prideful grin as her hand drifted lazily across his chest. Hearing that Harry's sexuality began and ended with her—though only the former held any real merit—made her amused, and yet, her expression was skeptical.
"But there are so many women out there to look at, Harry," Ginny said offhandedly.
Harry shook his head, smiling with nostalgia. "And yet, you are the only one I have always been watching since I was 11, since the first time I boarded the Hogwarts Express. I wasn't moving, running about the train admiring it or socializing with other kids, or even showing outward excitement about leaving Privet Drive and going to Hogwarts." He ran one hand gently across her stomach. His other hand was slowly stroking the top of her hair, which was slightly splayed. "No, I was glued to my window watching you, the most beautiful girl I have ever seen, run alongside the train in sad excitement, wishing you were going too. I know now that even then, you special to me."
Hearing this information caused an emotional upheaval that forced disbelief from her lips. "That's not true." She said with raw shock in her voice as her heart suddenly felt too big in her chest and threatened to fail as it skipped a beat.
"But it is true, Gin, I may not have fallen in love with you that until last year, but I've always been attracted to you and noticed everything about you. You just didn't know, and honestly, I don't think I did either." One hand fell over her heart. "But I'm clear-headed now; I've always been here with you."
"You're secretly a big sap, you know," Ginny told him lovingly, fighting back sudden tears.
"You make me happy, in case you didn't realize." He said quietly, now so close to her face their noses touched.
"I'm nervous," Ginny said anxiously.
"About what?" He asked gently.
"Well, I want to be your guinea pig, but I wasn't planning on giving up my virginity tonight. I don't want to get carried away." Ginny said anxiously.
Harry's expression was self-deprecating. "I'm just getting used to us starkers together. Haven't you noticed all I've been able to do is look at you? There is so much to appreciate." He said, quite mesmerized.
Ginny sat up, looking at Harry hesitantly. "I'm not a goddess, but you make me feel like one. The way you look at me."
Harry sat up too, his expression concerned. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and I think you're beautiful. I'm not saying that to be smooth, you are the most beautiful girl I have ever laid eyes on, Ginny Weasley, and I have been mesmerized by you we were kids. I'm just sorry I was so slow to understand that I love you!"
"Better late than never…" She whispered to him with heavy emotion. "That's why I am yours. Now, make love to me, Harry Potter."
Ginny situated herself onto his lap to avoid any chance of slipping, though the entirety of his bollocks sat pleasantly against the cheeks of her bum.
"What but you said earlier— " Ginny suddenly entwined in his body, bum against his bollocks flustered Harry into silence.
"Oh, I meant what I said; tonight is not about shagging; how do you expect to do that if you are too nervous about exploring my body." She cupped the right side of his face. "You've always been like this; roaming was hard for you to do before I ever decided to get starkers."
"I'm not one for groping; it's disrespectful," Harry said quietly, brushing Ginny's hair with the fingers of his right hand with a tenderness in his eyes.
Ginny put both arms gently around Harry's neck, and her response flooded with calm emotion. "I love you so much, Harry." She took his hands in hers. "To be honest, it's been an adjustment going from Michael and then Dean, who had trouble keeping their hands off me, but you're so cautious."
Harry bowed his head apologetically. "I'm sorry."
Ginny let her head fall against him, feeling solemn. "No, that's not what I mean. I'm sorry, I don't mean to make you feel guilty." She sighed somberly. "It's just I have my sexual issues that clash with yours because of being trapped in the diary so often, and such early discovery of, not just sex, but my sexuality."
"Whatever issues you have, I'm here." He said softly.
Ginny let out a long sigh before talking in a pointedly bitter tone. "What Tom did the last two months to keep me quiet… Trapping me in his diary—in his soul—the sexual part anyway. It made it damn near impossible not to think about sex, and you, and then us in a purely lustful way." She turned her back to him so he couldn't see the shame on her face. "I have used you to scratch the frequent lustful itch he left me with for years… I try not to think about you in terms of scratching my itch, but I'm barely hanging on. Harry, I'm desperate, and I'm so sorry." Sobs were clawing to escape her.
Harry sat up, noticed the emotional strain in her voice, and embraced her in a hug. "Gin, it's okay."
"No, it's not, Harry," Ginny said, refusing to cry… She was trembling with the effort of remaining stoic. Harry summoned his wand by mere thought and conjured a blanket around them both. Ginny went on quietly. "Tom Riddle did not understand love, but lust he understood. Before we were together, I kept it quiet. My heart wouldn't let it get out of hand because there's no one else who has my heart like you always have, but now that we're together, I want you so badly, but I want our first time to mean more than that."
"That's why you asked Hermione about the diary having a permanent effect on you?" Harry asked gently.
At this, she turned to face him again. She was both anxious and ashamed. "Yes, I need to work off some of my lust for you."
The struggle Harry saw in Ginny temporarily stripped away his nervousness and hesitation, "Gin, I know lust is nothing to be ashamed of." He gave her a consoling squeeze, carefully wiping tears from her face. "I wanted to have you all to myself from the moment I saw you were snogging another bloke; my sexuality awoke in the form of lust too." Harry reminded her with a rhetorical grin.
"Lust is a sin, and it feels wrong to be so desperate for you, but I can't restrain myself anymore, not completely; I spent six years like that…hoping, waiting for you." Ginny sighed into Harry's chest and regained her composure. "You mean too much to me to reduce this part of our relationship to a physical release, but I want you badly." Ginny gritted her teeth angrily. "Harry, I hate that his soul was attached to mine, all because I was stupid! An 11-year-old girl should not know what lust or sex is. He took away my innocence; it was the last three months of the year after I stole the diary; he could send me into the diary anytime, into those porn-ish memories. Soon I gave up thinking I would be free, so I used it to learn about my sexuality. It became a twisted form of sex education." Ginny said quietly.
Harry embraced her as tightly as he could. "Gin, it was always the same place, a broom cupboard. It's not like you could escape. You were bound to the largest and most human piece of his soul at 16." He pulled back a little to look her tenderly; his words were melancholy but blunt. "Gin, Dumbledore showed me his power to manipulate and persuade, and he tricked me into thinking Hagrid opened the Chamber the first time. The point is before he created Horcruxes, Tom Riddle was handsome, and he could charm and persuade people into anything. It was a natural gift, nobody was better, and most he took advantage of ended up dead; those of us who survived scarred forever. Most of his original personality was in the diary Horcrux. You were vulnerable and had nothing to be ashamed of."
Ginny sighed. "I appreciate that Harry, but it disgusts me that he left the stain of lust on my soul."
Harry scratched his head and smiled as he was looking shyly at her. "I know, but I'm lousy in these situations and seem to handle things better when you throw me into the fire, so if you help me that way, it'll give you a silver lining out of all that you saw."
"That's true, but I don't want to overwhelm you or pressure you, Harry," Ginny said calmly.
"Honestly, I am better off playing follow the leader; in this case, that's you." Harry kissed her with emphasis, their naked bodies tightly knotted together where they sat Ginny perched on Harry's lap. His penis pressed firmly against her bum, teasing its nerves.
Ginny parted her lips by inches and whispered beseechingly against his. "I hope you don't think less of me."
Harry's hands were linked tightly around her scarred back. "Never, whatever you want to do is fine with me as long as I don't have to think about it."
Ginny nodded and smiled at Harry, then she discarded the blanket, pushing him gently to his back on the ground before retreating to situate herself in between Harry's legs. She cued him to open them for her by caressing along the inside until both her hands were touching his manhood, noting that it was larger than the first time it was in her hand but still soft to her touch.
Probably typical if he's hardly been randy, let alone take time for a wank. Let's try doing something a little different this time.
Ginny took his member in her hands, keeping it vertical while she pumped up and down this time instead of the slow, gentle stroking she did earlier. Sometime later, Ginny's repeated brisk pumping had created rough yet pleasant friction on his penis. Soon Harry felt every muscle in his penis tighten.
"Mmmm… That feels good, Gin." He drawled quite hazily.
Harry let out a grunt in satisfaction, hyper-aware of the—intense as the wrong way to describe it. Was it a sudden rush sort of sensation similar to blood rushing to your head? Maybe it was, just to his other head.
Ginny watched transfixed as his penis lengthened before her eyes. Harry moaned in response to getting a full erection in Ginny's hand as pre-cum leaked copiously out of his head. For a moment, Ginny was surprised, but then she was lubricating his entire shaft with it, adding the specific stroke of the tip of one finger across his penis head every so often, a slow pace like earlier. Harry felt relatively high now, except the high was Ginny's hands wrapped around his shaft now that it was fully erect. He found the state incredibly uncomfortable—he was not used to his penis screaming at all, let alone this loudly. Her massage was the only thing that alleviated the discomfort, which Harry prayed that he would get used to sooner rather than later, letting out a grunt of frustration.
"Too tight Harry?" Ginny asked uncertainly, losing her grip.
"Too big, never happened that much before…" Harry groaned out anxiously, his eyes closed with the effort of trying to adjust to the surge in his penis size and length.
Happy she wasn't causing Harry's discomfort, Ginny sought to help him relax and adjust to his first full-blown erection. She tightened her grip around the base of his penis again, delicately twisting a little bit every so often. Ginny also used her right hand on the head and shaft, gyrating gently around the former with steadily increasing pace, amid frequent noise from Harry, though she could not distinguish what they meant.
Her voice was gentle and loving as she continued the hand-job. "You are so big and hard now, Harry. Does this feel good?"
"Gin… more," Harry said with a pleasantly dazed tone.
She let go of his penis, causing Harry to moan in protest, making her smile. Harry opened his eyes, watching with nervous excitement as she lowered her head between his legs… "Gin, when I said more, I meant to keep going; you don't have to— "
Ginny briefly locked eyes with him. "I want to; Ilove you, Harry…" She said very softly; he could see the barely contained desire in Ginny's eyes before she returned her focus to his manhood. She started by slowly kissing in a circle around the center of his shaft.
"Brilliant… Ginevra…" Harry had never said her formal name before, but it came passionately out of his mouth.
The use of her formal name was the spark that ignited Ginny. She gripped his erect member and licked the head; it twitched, and she licked again and again and again. It was maddeningly brilliant, Harry thought, waiting just long enough for the sudden yet pleasant sensation to nearly ebb away before licking again, as though she instinctively knew how to maximize his pleasure.
"Ginnnn, " Harry moaned praisingly.
Ginny's oral work eventually secreted more pre-cum from his head. She spread the thin clear along his entire penis at a slow pace with her tongue; it lacked any technique or finesse, but Harry's heavy breathing told her it was very satisfying for him. Once Ginny finished, she stopped to give herself a break.
"I'm glad you liked that," Ginny said with emotional passion in her voice.
"It was brilliant," Harry said as he clumsily ran one hand through her hair. A question came before he could stop himself, "But why would you want to do that?"
Ginny smiled rhetorically, her fingers movie slowly on his penis. "I love you, Harry, all of you. You're bigger than I thought, but not so big that I won't be able to— " She stopped, blushing as she tried to contain herself. "Well, I'll save that for when you have more stamina."
"Able to what?" He asked curiously.
Ginny was lying next to him on her back now, her expression vague. "We'll get there, Harry. I haven't done any of this before; I just know about it. I don't think it's a good idea to try too much at once."
Harry smiled as he turned his head. "I forget that too often, I think; I'm sorry."
"You don't have to be sorry." She took his right hand and brought it against her breast over her heart. "I know how hard it is for you to be like this with me."
Harry squeezed Ginny's hand, interlocking their fingers. "Yeah, it is, but I have always felt more comfortable with you. Still, I'm sure it's not sexy at all that I'm clueless on top of it."
Ginny shook her head. "I like being able to put everything I went through to good use."
"I'm sorry for all that if I'd found you sooner." He said quietly, his free hand on the top of her head.
Ginny shook her head, cupped his right cheek with her free hand. "None of that you, I'm lucky you found me at all."
"I don't know what I would have done, what I would do if…" He broke off, almost choking on air.
"Harry…" She said reassuringly.
He seemed haunted now, his voice quiet with old fear. "You were white as a sheet and so cold… I was terrified you were dead."
"I know the feeling." Tears fell silently from Harry's eyes. She reached up to wipe them away, but they were falling faster. "We are both fine."
"Gin… I know I didn't show it, but I realize now that I have always felt something more for you. It just took me a few years to figure out I was falling in love." He said quietly.
Harry brought her close, and their lips met briefly, then he trailed slowly down her neck, and then her throat.
Ginny was emotional now. "You found me, Harry. I'm yours, and I'm fine. As cliché as it is, you are my actual hero."
"I love you so much, Gin." It was an anxious declaration.
Harry trailed his lips along with her left breast; it was the softest thing he'd ever felt in his life, and relatively soon, his tongue emerged to lick her nipple before hungrily sucking it inside his mouth.
Ginny whispered calmly after a little pain made her inhale sharply. "Ow, try to use your lips and tongue to suck and not your teeth Harry."
Harry pulled back, looking alarmed. "The first thing I do, and I completely bollocks it!"
"You'll get better with practice," Ginny said encouragingly.
"I'm sorry, I'll come back to that some other time." He said, subdued.
"You are polite to a fault, Harry, and I love you for it." She let her gaze drift upward, staring emotionally at the night sky. "It's so beautiful out tonight… The stars in the sky!"
Glad he used a cushioning charm at the beginning of the evening,Harry looked up into the sky too, his hands behind his head on his back. "Yeah, it is." He said contentedly. "But there is nothing more beautiful than you, Gin."
She responded with emotional passion. "Harry, keep those eyes in mine." Her right hand squeezed his left, entwining their fingers.
Ginny's other hand traveled slowly onto her vulva, and she started gradually rubbing the lips, mixing up her stroke every once in a while. Harry turned his head; he wanted to look at her anyway. That fantastic face with its infinite number of freckles.
He noticed that her eyes were dark, with an intense focus. "Gin, you look like you're in the middle of something."
"Just appreciating how happy I am with you and that you have gorgeous green eyes!" She said intensely. "You can finally see that, I hope," Ginny said with passion and electricity in her eyes.
"I love you so much for loving me nearly all your life. Gin." Harry told her with a whisper.
Ginny was now fingering the inside of her vagina. Her voice was spilling over with fervent heat. "There is no one else for me, but you, Harry."
Harry's eyes drifted to what she was doing, noticing how she was rather excited, and breathing a bit wild now. The quiet shock in his voice surprised even him. "Blimey, you're… Wait, you can stick two fingers in there!?"
Ginny was sexually anxious now; the pace of her fingering was brisk. "Harry, there is so much that thinking about you does for me. I have always done this with you on my mind." She spread her legs, alternating between the inside of her vagina and her clit with gyrations of the latter.
She responded in a low growl. "I'm so close; I have wanted you to see for so long what you do to me. What do you think?"
"Gin, you're so bloody hot!" He said emphatically.
Ginny's sexual energy overcame Harry, and he started to wank himself, joining her in the activity, the two of them lying next to each other. They stroked themselves with one hand, their free hands holding on tightly to each other. They were not looking at what they were doing, blindly engaging with their genitals so that they could maintain eye contact, eyes now dark and dilated with passion.
"God Gin… I love you so much; I don't know how I got so lucky." Harry said anxiously.
She was already overflowing with heat, but now her emotions peaked too."Oh, Harry, I love you too, and I'm lucky that you fell in love with me."
Harry came first, quite sudden, like the muscles in his penis were stretched to the max. Just as he thought they might recoil, Harry found he had decent control over the release. Harry thought it all happened relatively fast, but the sensation this time was far too much to fight against, and he felt immensely relaxed after the release.
Ginny saw Harry cum; milky white stuff, exhilarated by Harry's climax. That's baby batter, and my lady parts are the oven; that's bloody weird! A bit of each of us will be growing inside of me! Don't get ahead of yourself!
Still, the combination of these inner thoughts and the excitement of showing off for Harry caused Ginny to reach the very edge of her climax. She beckoned Harry's eyes back to hers by squeezing the hand she was still holding. Her voice was breathy. "Hey, give my breasts another try… It will help me finish, and I want you to be a part of it. Then next time, You will get some quality time with everything I have to offer. I know you want to know about it." She smiled from ear to ear, teeth showing brightly.
"You'll help me?" Asked Harry, half emotional, half curious.
Working hard to delay her climax, Ginny responded coyly. "It's quite intimidating the vulva; it's my body part, and it still took a while to understand. It's best for both of us if you know your way around." Seeing nerves flood his expression, she added quickly. "Not that I'm in a rush, but you pick things up fast with practical experience. We can focus on that next time we have a date night that ends with sexual foreplay. Her mouth curled into a playful smile. "Plus, I think satisfying your curiosity helps with your nerves, and one of the things I know for sure about you after seven years is you can get yourself in trouble trying to figure things out on your own." She eyed him wryly.
"Hey, you know trouble always finds me." Harry chuckled defensively.
"I think I've dialed back my sarcastic streak for too long if you miss when I'm joking, Harry," Ginny tenderly said as she brought their clasped hands to rest on her right breast, exhaling heatedly.
"I didn't miss what you were getting at; I'm just giving you a hard time," Harry said cheekily. "But you are almost finished and wanted my help."
Ginny separated their hands to touch his cheek. "Yes, I know you got a bit discouraged earlier, but I don't want you to end tonight like that."
"I don't like hurting you, even accidentally," Harry said quietly, his hand now flat against her heart.
Ginny exhaled slowly as if emotional. "You should never be afraid of hurting me if you are making love to me, Harry; it was only a nip. Try again, please." Ginny said with her lips very close.
"Who I am to refuse you when I love you so much," Harry said sweetly.
Ginny responded by kissing Harry, pushing passionately against his lips, lavishly exploring his hair in her hands. After they broke the kiss, Harry focused on Ginny's ears, to which he had yet to pay any attention, nuzzling her left ear with his nose. He heard Ginny moan weakly in what he assumed was approval and began to kiss her neck slowly and attentively.
"Harry, that feels good…" Ginny said lazily.
Spurred on by her encouragement, Harry started sibling flesh with his lips in practice for her breasts. He targeted her opposing breast this time, seemingly continuing to practice using just his lips as a stimulus, likely out of an abundance of caution. Ginny found this incredibly sweet, and it filled her heart to the point that she felt it threatening to beat out of her chest; what she was feeling consumed her from head to foot, her heart its origin.
"Merlin, it's so much better with you, Harry. Never felt like this doing it by myself, OH— " Speech was suddenly impossible…
Ginny's orgasm came over her in two stages. First, she felt an intense build-up of pleasure close to exploding. Her breathing was quite heavy, her body tight in concentration. Harry focused on her breasts, licking and sucking on them, keeping his teeth out of the mix, to her praise.
"Ohhh Harry, that so great; I knew you were a quick learner!" Ginny said approvingly. "I'm glad you like my breasts… I never let anyone else touch them." "I'm only yours!" She let out a content breath.
Soon Ginny's back arched, and she pulled her legs against her chest while rubbing her clit with one hand and fingering herself the other; her vaginal muscles became a vice grip around her fingers as her breathing quickened steadily. Then there was an immense release. The likes of which Ginny had never felt before, thanks to the combination of pleasure throughout her body. She gave several involuntary hitches that saw her legs stretch out in opposite directions, and her head was also arched backward as though she was struggling to see beyond her vision, eyes drifting with a lazy flutter. Harry watched Ginny entirely mesmerized by the way she orgasmed, how her body and its limbs reacted of their own accord as she came with one final intense convulsion as she gave frequent moans and shouts of euphoria.
Ginny sounded exhausted and sheepish when she found her voice again. "I have done this by myself while thinking about you… I've never been that loud so having the real you here is much better help." She blushed mischievously.
"Wow… That was, are you okay?" Harry slowly asked.
She smiled from ear to ear. "I'm brilliant, Harry."
Ginny took advantage of their height difference, laying on her back atop Harry, who still on his back, was rather amused.
"Using me as a bed now, are you?" He asked her softly, quizzical.
"You don't mind, do you?" Asked Ginny hopefully.
"Course not, Gin." He kissed the top of her head and wrapped his arms tightly around her.
She exhaled deeply. "Good, it's better in your arms anyway, and thank you."
"What for?" Harry asked curiously.
"Everything that Riddle stole from me, that the Horcrux stole from me. I feel like you gave it back tonight. And I don't know when we will finally shag, but I do know that as long as we are getting closer, it doesn't matter to me when it happens." Ginny said, rather emotionally.
"Well, according to Luna…." Harry remembered before trailing off.
"We won't be virgins much longer before going back to Hogwarts, in fact," Ginny said with amusement.
"Are we still virgins?" Asked Harry, uncertain.
"Most think that if you shag, you are not a virgin anymore, and we haven't done that yet."
"Do you think that?" He asked.
Ginny nodded. "Yeah, I do."
"Then I do too… We should head back, don't want your anyone to worry, or worse, come looking and find us like this." He said as he squeezed her tightly.
"Damn, I honestly forgot about everyone else," Ginny said, somewhat disappointed. She reached back to hold Harry's cheek. "Still, thank you for letting me help you with your nerves about all this, Harry. I know it can't be easy for you."
Harry was gently stroking her hair now. "All this sex stuff is overwhelming, but somehow you just make it easier to be that vulnerable with you." He kissed the top of her head.
"There you go making me feel special again, Harry Potter," Ginny said appreciatively.
"Funny, this is as normal and as happy as I have ever felt," Harry told her, glancing up at the stars in the night sky.
"Then I'll have to top myself next time, but you know that you don't have to follow my lead all the time." Ginny teased thoughtfully.
"Gin, I'll follow you to the ends of the earth and back. All that matters to me is being I'm with you." Harry said emphatically.
"Me too, Harry, but for now, how about just following me back to my room so we can go to bed," Ginny said tenderly.
"As long as you're not planning on waking back into your house starkers, by all means, lead the way beautiful," Harry said with a cheeky smile at Ginny.
Ginny smirked at his cheeky but ultimately flattering remark. "Oh, I love you so bloody much, Harry, and if you are that happy, my diabolical plot is working, but it's late, and we're tired, so I'll pick it back up another time." She countered playfully.
"I look forward to seeing what you do next," Harry said before kissing her.
"I have your birthday in mind, but I haven't settled on anything yet, no questions." Ginny teased in satisfaction.
He nodded before they got up, dressed, and walked, wrapped in the conjured blanket, back to the Borrow—up to Ginny's room. Harry fell asleep with Ginny in his happily wondering if they were much closer to no longer being virgins than they had been that afternoon, which admittedly seemed like a distant memory after this night together.
A/N: Harry and Ginny have made progress in their relationship, both emotionally and sexually—they are, however, still virgins; I had always intended this to be a slow burn. I'm sorry if you are disappointed, but I believe in the build-up for these two to have traditional sex. Especially when I had Ron and Hermione have sex immediately. I want a contrast to their four-plus years of sexual tension! Some may argue wether the extra trauma from the diary I added is realistic, it's a fair question. I personally believe that 16-year old Riddle knew he was handsome and charming and no matter how inhuman he eventually becomes he is still a teenager who at most has only split his soul once, if at all. Thus I feel he is still quite human here and would have sexually active if for no other reason than to blow off steam, and that he would get a great deal of satisfaction from subjecting Ginny to such memories and opening the door to her sexuality in a rather brutal way. He already enjoyed manipulating and using her as he relishes talking about it down in the chamber so it is feasible to me that he would also stealing her innocence in this way too.
Likewise I find it realistic that Harry would be nervous, and self-conscious and largely ignorant about the birds and the bees and such. In short I see him as 2 or three years younger than 17 in this area. I don't think that's a stretch, while most people got to actually be adolescents in this area. Harry Potter was trying not to get killed in a life or death tournament and dealing with death, Voldemort and the burden of being The Chosen One." I just don't think that leaves much, if any time for thinking girls and sex or accompanying feelings. Especially when he spent his childhood without even the most basic affection.
More to come, read, and review, please!