A/N: More intimate Hinny time. I should note that this chapter was up for about 2 hours yesterday before I had to take it down because I missed a lot redundant paragraphs and such. Hazards of trying to publish when I'm tired. Hopefully it flows better now.
Harry felt better after returning home from Little Hangleton. At Ginny's suggestion, they went for a late afternoon fly with brooms from the shed of the Burrow. It did not matter they were old; Harry wasn't trying to go fast; he'd forgotten how relaxing it was to go flying again.
"You are officially a better flyer than me." Harry declared once they returned home in time for dinner. He pulled Ginny close to him as they walked away from the shed.
Ginny smiled, shaking her head dismissively. "You have plenty of muscle memory, a new broom, and you'll be fine."
"I will eventually, but I have bigger priorities at the moment," Harry said, squeezing her hand. "I've been neglecting you, and I don't want to be." He said guiltily.
Ginny frowned, taken aback. "That's rubbish, Harry. We spend most of our time together."
"Yeah, but a lot of the time, I'm spiraling, and that's bloody unfair to you." Harry insisted, apologizing.
Ginny stopped walking and sighed impatiently, rolling her eyes. "I want to deal with you."
"I didn't mean it like— " Harry insisted defensively.
"Not the point. I want to be with you, no matter how you're feeling." Ginny said quietly.
He wrapped his arms around her, looking sad. "I know, but I should be your boyfriend, not your psych patient. We have only been alone together once outside of my emotional breakdowns."
"Well, if you don't mind a tent, then staying outside sounds perfect with these summer nights later," There was a twinkle of understanding in Ginny's eyes now.
"I was supposed to getting used to normal, used to us. I got consumed by Rita's article and nightmares and the past." He looked distraught despite not crying.
Ginny stroked the back of his head with both her hands. Her response was a whisper. "Harry, all that stuff is a massive part of your life. I know what I signed up for."
"I just feel like I haven't focused on you," Harry said, running one hand slowly through Ginny's hair.
Ginny leaned into Harry, resting her forehead on his while lost in his green eyes. After a moment, she spoke sympathetically. "Bill spooked you, didn't he? Now you think you haven't been a good enough boyfriend."
"You're in my head then," Harry smirked.
"Your mind, especially the surface, it's not hard to see what's going on in there, that's why I completely excuse your failure Occlumency Ginny admitted quietly.
"Well, Bill was honestly alright; he didn't say anything that wasn't fair. I don't want to take you for granted." Harry said earnestly.
"I would tell you if I felt like you were taking me for granted, Harry. You know that I don't sugarcoat anything." Ginny reminded him bluntly.
Harry smiled, "In that case, do you think you could still teach me the way around your body?" He asked in a hopeful whisper.
"Well, since you insist on focusing on me, the least I can do is be a proper teacher," Ginny said playfully.
"I want to know every bit of you. I want to learn how to make you feel good. I can't promise I won't mess up but I, love you, and all this stuff matters."
The last bit came out hastily, and his gaze frequently drifted away from her, but Harry knew he meant every word of it.
Ginny's heart melted from his honest yet nervous declaration. "Harry, it's lovely that you think our sex life matters so much, but honestly, I don't want you putting extra pressure on yourself." She told him softly. "I want this, us, all of it, to be fun." There was a mischievous glint in Ginny's already bright brown eyes now.
"All those months, I was living in a tent, wishing you were with me. I reckon this will be fun." Harry told her with a grin.
"If it helps you feel better, " Ginny said slowly after some silence. "Overprotective family, you know. Whenever we make love, I prefer anywhere but the Burrow. She blushed sheepishly. "I'm just more comfortable that way."
Harry smiled. "That does help. Does that include dinner, though?"
Ginny chuckled. "Only if you count my brother's overeating, five of them at home growing up was always a tug of war for food." She took his hand, "Let's head back before it's gone. Can't have the fun we'll be having tonight on an empty stomach." Ginny told him teasingly.
Harry grinned, he still wasn't used to having fun of any sort, but he had to admit he was looking forward tonight because he would finally have Ginny to himself in a tent after nearly a year of wishing for it.
Throughout dinner, Ginny paid more attention to Harry than her food. She kept her gaze on his eyes with desire, touching him discreetly under the table. She stroked his nearest thigh with her free hand, slow enough so that Harry was aware of her increasing mood without drawing the attention of others at the table. Harry wasn't as bold. He would smile affectionately, using his free hand to rub up and down on her back, rest his head on her shoulder every so often or play with her lengthy bright red hair with his fingers.
However, once Ginny's hand started drifting teasingly onto his groin, he had to stifle a moan of satisfaction with a loud cough; luckily, this coincided with his most recent bite of spaghetti.
"Alright, Harry dear?" Asked Mrs. Weasley with concern.
"Yes, just a little too, hot." He assured, the last word came out huskily, and he swallowed as he said it.
Hermione smirked subtly at Ginny, and Luna had a look of cheerful yet distant amusement. Ginny was quite pleased with herself.
"Mum, Harry and are camping tonight, so we won't be here, just letting you know," Ginny said cooly.
Ron gaped at his best friend. "Why would you go camping? Aren't you sick of tents?"
"Oh, I'm sick of sharing them with you two, that's for sure." He said with a friendly smirk. Ron and Hermione smirked back at him. "But it'll be nice to go camping for fun; I've never done that."
"Well, don't forget sunset and sunrise; you don't want to miss it," Hermione told them, clearly emphasizing her words; they shared a look of understanding.
"Where did you disappear to today? We looked for you for an hour?" Ron asked abruptly.
"Fawkes took us somewhere if you must know," Ginny said impatiently.
"I was out of town, venting," Harry said, keeping details to himself.
"Time alone together is good," Hermione said softly.
"Yeah, and we haven't gotten enough of it," Harry said bluntly. "Thanks for dinner, Mrs. Weasley."
"Sure thing, dear," She said smiling.
"Hermione, is a tent inside your beaded bag?" Ginny asked quickly.
"Yes, I'll get it," Hermione said, getting up too. "Come with me, you too, Luna." Both girls followed Hermione upstairs.
"How's Auror studying going?" Harry asked Ron casually.
"Alright, there are a lot of different formations and things for the situation," Ron said casually. "It's similar to Quidditch in that way, and there are a bunch of tracking spells I never knew about." He talked with increasing enthusiasm. "They seem to pair off, and then there are bigger infiltration squads too. I'm not sure where I'll end up, but you don't get to pick. That's what you go through training for."
"I haven't seen you this excited since you thought I gave you liquid luck," Harry said, grinning.
"Let's hope things work out better than that with this," Ron said bluntly.
"I'm sure it will," Harry said encouragingly.
"You alright?" Ron asked hesitantly. "You seem hacked off at everything." He scratched his head.
"Do I?" Harry chuckled. "When have I been happy in the last seven years, Ron?" He sighed. "Once in a while, I suppose, but it's never stuck, so maybe I am hacked off at a lot, but that doesn't include you mate. I know we haven't hung around much since the end of the war, but I am a mess, and I need to sort that out."
"I get what you mean; I'm a mess too," Ron admitted with a shrug. "It's no fun."
"Maybe in a year or two, we won't be a mess," Harry said half-heartedly.
"Or five, or ten..." Ron said sadly.
"Yeah, I don't believe it either," Harry said. They both chuckled hopelessly. "The girls are there, though, and I think that's all we need."
"I reckon you are right." Ron agreed. Just as they stood up, Hermione called for Ron. "How did we get so lucky."
"I stopped pulling at that thread because Ginny threatens me every time I do," Harry said honestly.
"I better go see what Hermione wants, later Harry." They both nodded, and he left.
"I'll help you with the dishes, Mrs. Weasley." Harry offered.
"I think it's time you always call me Molly all the time now, Harry. You're living here, and you'll eventually be married, I'm sure." She said with a smile.
"Alright, Molly." He said earnestly.
"Good, and you don't have to help with these, Harry dear; I have more important things to do outside." Then she whispered. "Besides, it wouldn't be wise to keep Ginny waiting." She winked and went outside, leaving Harry confused.
"Turn around, will you." Ginny's amused voice said.
Harry turned awkwardly around and looked stupified. Ginny was standing on the stairs, and she looked as beautiful as Harry had ever seen her look in his life. She was wearing a blue sundress. It was strapless, breathable, and low cut. Short enough to show off Ginny's legs below the knees without making her feel overexposed. A subtle flower pattern camouflaged throughout the dress. Ginny had to admit that it was the perfect blend of elegant and intentionally sexy from the moment she put it on.
"You changed?" Harry said dumbly.
"Nothing gets past you, Potter." She teased, smirking at him as she descended the stairs and closed the gap between them. "Fleur knows dresses."
"Fleur, what?" Harry said even more stupidly.
"She bought this dress for my birthday and gave it to me when we visited Shell Cottage the other day; she'll be thrilled with your reaction; I won't ever get tired of that look on your face, " Ginny said softly.
"You look amazing… like a princess," Harry told her in quiet captivation.
"Thank you, Harry; let's go." She said with a smile.
"Wait, I'm underdressed." He insisted, looking at himself.
Ginny melted into his chest and whispered while looking up into his eyes. "I figured that this would help you focus on me."
Harry made a noise resembling a low growl. "Oh, you didn't."
"Didn't what?" She asked innocently.
"The perfume that makes me so high on you," Harry said in a husky voice, trying to stop himself from obnoxiously inhaling her scent.
"Oh, that… Well, I did do that." Ginny admitted heatedly.
"Do you have the tent?" He asked, whispering anxiously.
"Yes, Hermione lent me her beaded bag," Ginny told him as she held a hand to his face.
"Good, then let's get out of here." Harry collected himself, took her hand, and turned with her into nothingness.
The sound of nature filled their surroundings as they arrived; the sun radiated through numerous trees. There was a bubble here.
"Where are we?" Ginny asked as she looked around curiously.
"A place so peaceful, I'm ashamed I couldn't appreciate it the last time I was here." He told her vaguely. " At her confusion, he clarified. "Forest of Dean, Hermione came here with her parents as a kid. We hid here for a long time last winter. Without snow on the ground, it's even more peaceful now." There was a content smile on his face.
Ginny brought Harry's face to hers, a hand on his cheek. There was curiosity in her voice. "It is a beautiful place, but anything tied to the past is the last place I would think you'd want to be."
"Going back to Little Hangleton, it helped more than I thought it would." He squeezed Ginny's hand, smiling at her. "But it was going back there with you that helped me the most." There was emotional gravity in his words now. "You give me peace, and I swear it's the best magic in my life. There are so many places I wish you were with me. I guess I'm trying to do that now with as many places as possible; it's a bit stupid..." He trailed off shyly.
Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's neck, meeting his forehead. "You want to take me back to all your most important places." She asked, affection blooming in her chest for the umpteenth time at his emotional vulnerability.
"I need you." He said the slightest plead to his voice.
Ginny was empathetic. "You say that like you're worried you don't already have me; you always have me, Harry Potter." She kissed him tenderly.
When they stopped, there was a brilliant smile on Harry's face. "Come with me. I have a story I want to tell you."
Harry recounted the story of the Silver Doe, how it led him to the Sword of Gryffindor buried in the frozen pool. How the locket nearly choked him to death, how Ron, having followed after them for days, jumped into the pool and saved Harry's life.
"Oh, Harry…" Ginny said softly. "How many more close calls did you have like that while trying to find and destroy his Horcruxes?" She asked sadly.
"I will tell you all of them, and I'm going to bring you everywhere I can." He assured both himself and Ginny. "Like here…" They made it past the thicket of trees into the clearing with the pool that was almost Harry's deathbed. "It's bigger than I remember." He said a little anxiously as he watched his reflection on the surface of the water.
Ginny, who had been setting up the tent by magic (they were alone for hundreds of miles), stepped back to admire the result of her spell-work. She turned around and noticed the contemplation on Harry's face as he stared down into that pool.
He's had enough time to himself.
Ginny quietly walked to Harry's side; her head nestled comfortably on his right shoulder. "Sickle for your thoughts? She asked gently.
"I thought it was a Knut," Harry said, kissing the top of her head.
"Inflation," Ginny said tenderly. "What's on your mind? I would prefer not to pry with Legilimency."
"I'm just thinking about all the times in my life I almost died; this was easily the stupidest of them all," Harry said bitterly.
"You, always jumping or running recklessly yet chivalrously into danger, and you forget to take off the bloody Horcrux."
Harry crouched to his knees, his voice wavering slightly. "My last thought when I knew I was dead was of how much I knew you would like to come here and how mad you would be that I caused my death." He stood up again.
"Right on both counts," Ginny said as they turned to face each other; she took Harry's hand and led him into the tent.
The tent was as Harry remembered it, not that he would have forgotten, having spent more than half the year living in it.
"I still feel underdressed, but you look wonderful Gin," Harry whispered slowly, his eyes lost in hers... One hand weaving through her hair, with the other one cupping the side of her face with more freckles.
She stroked his untidy black hair. "I wore this dress for you." She said in an earnest whisper.
"I'm dreaming. Yeah, this is a dream." He mumbled in hasty disbelief.
She whispered reassuringly in his ear. "Harry, you are not dreaming."
Ginny kissed him to drive home the point. It was playful yet intimate. It was not long before both of her hands were drifting lazily down to his neck, one moving slowly back and forth, the other cradling it, while she nibbled emphatically on his lips.
Harry was first to separate, only by inches, coming up for air in a whisper. "May I take this off? The dress, I mean." He asked, sounding a little flustered.
"I did not expect that so quickly, but I did wear it hoping that you would want to take it off," Ginny admitted in a playfully rhetorical whisper.
Suddenly, Harry was anxiously rambling, his voice full of desire. "I can't just stare at your body anymore; I hardly know it, and I have to know it before we shag, or I'll be complete rubbish— "
"Relax, Harry, " Ginny said calmly. "For now, let's wait for sunset so that we can do the Animagus incantation; it's not too far off."
"Right, yeah." He sighed in relief.
Back outside to wait for the coming sunset, Harry and Ginny talked about what they were currently undertaking to become Animagus.
"Thank Merlin; we can do it anytime before the sun goes down or comes up; otherwise, this would be a lot harder," Harry said with a long sigh.
"Getting the phials exposed to the moon's rays was the bloody issue," Ginny recalled stressfully.
"15 straight nights of trying to get the rays of the moon absorbed into those phials, that was bloody difficult." Harry agreed irritably.
"Could you imagine if McGonagall didn't have a stock of the physical ingredients preserved? I completely get why it took your dad and Sirius three years?"
"Gin?" Harry said with a deep sigh.
She turned her head lovingly toward him and took both his hands in hers; they fit perfectly together. "Yeah, Harry?"
"What do you think your animal side will be?" He asked in quiet thought.
"I don't know, but I know that I will match whatever you become, just female, " Ginny said with a smile.
"You think most books seem to think it's pretty individual for people?" Harry said quietly.
"True, but our souls bonded over the last year. That's bound to make our animal side likeminded." Ginny put her head on his shoulder, and he kissed the top of her head.
"A Doe and Stag then?" Harry said with a smile.
Ginny confessed with a blush. "I feel like that's a bit too obvious, but we'll see." She turned her attention back to the open sky. "It's the heart of the sunset now, ready?"
"Yeah, let's do it," Harry chirped.
Together they walked directly into the rays of the sunset and turned to face each other, both smiling contentedly. Harry always thought Ginny glowed in the sun, but this time she was sunlight, her hair an almost golden flame, and Harry felt a wonderful sense of calmness.
Pulling out their wands and placing the tips over their hearts. "Amato Animo Animato Animagus." They said together.
Both had a brief feral look afterward, the shadow of something animalistic deep within their eyes, and their hearts were echoing—no, a second heartbeat? The feeling abated just as the sun disappeared below the Earth.
"I'm still not quite used to that," Harry admitted after they were in the tent again.
"An animal heartbeat is a lot to get used to, but chanting an incantation is much easier than some of the other steps we've done," Ginny said thoughtfully.
"I wonder what will be easier for me, foreplay and sex or the Animagus transformation," Harry said with a slight grin.
"The Animagus transformation is an entirely different animal—unfortunate pun, I know." She chuckled. "Trust me, Harry, you will catch up fast; foreplay is half the fun anyway." Ginny gave him an encouraging smile.
Harry snickered. "I think you overestimate me, Gin."
Ginny held his face gently in both hands, "I think you underestimate you, Harry." She told him softly. "Now, we forgot to bring those battery alarm clocks, so we need another alarm for sunrise." Ginny pulled out her wand and nodded at Harry to the same. "You're Mum and Dad can spend the night together in the forest while we are together and wake us near sunrise."
"Right, that's a good idea." Harry agreed.
They conjured their Patronuses.
"We can't miss the sunrise. Could you wake us up tomorrow morning?" Harry asked hopefully.
"In the meantime, we thought you'd like to spend the night together in the forest since you don't get too often to be out together," Ginny added with a sympathetic smile.
"I remember the Animagus incantation; it did not storm for three months. That meant 90 days of doing the incantation," James said a little dully.
Lilly nodded. "We'd be happy to wake you at sunrise, and it will be nice to spend time together; it's not the best idea for us to make ourselves known to the world, so we don't get to be alone much." She said calmly. "Don't apologize she assured when they both frowned with guilt. "We are not meant to be trotting about society all the time."
The younger couple reluctantly agreed, watching James and Lily leave the tent, going off to spend time by themselves within the forest.
Ginny took Harry by the hand back near a camp bed. She held him close with her arms around him. "I'd like to dance with you, seeing as I missed my chance three years ago during the Yule Ball." She said softly.
"We'd need music, but I would like that at some point," Harry said, smiling through his whole face. "Though something besides The Weird Sisters or Celestina Warbeck." He added quickly.
"No, that's done to death. If I hear Mum singing Calderon Full of Hot Strong Love one more bloody time..." Ginny said, rolling her eyes, clearly annoyed.
"You always make me laugh and make me happy, and you do look bloody amazing in that dress," Harry said gently.
"I'm glad; there would not be much point to being together otherwise," Ginny said before kissing Harry thoroughly, whispering to him after she broke the kiss. "Take my dress off."
"Right, so I slide it off then?" She nodded. "No straps, so I wasn't completely sure." He admitted nervously. Harry carefully slid the dress off Ginny's chest, exhaling sharply in surprise. "You are not wearing a bra." He said with a husky tone, unable to stop himself from staring at her breasts, her dress only on from the abdomen down now.
"I'm not wearing knickers either," Ginny whispered seductively.
Harry's legs gave way after hearing that information. Ginny awkwardly steered him onto the edge of the camp bed they were near.
"Sorry, my legs betrayed me; it caught me by surprise your lack of underclothes, top, and bottom." He told her sheepishly.
"Do I overwhelm you that much?" Ginny asked quietly, moving to sit behind Harry on the bed, kissing his neck while she waited for an answer.
"I'd swear… you were born from divinity if I didn't know otherwise." He said with calm arousal. "Oh, Merlin Ginny..." Her lips were soft all over his skin.
Harry turned around abruptly, capturing Ginny's mouth in a heated kiss; they granted each other exploration with their tongues for several minutes. Ginny's mouth was sweet, more filling than treacle tart. It always felt like being bathed in endless sunlight.
Ginny broke the kiss first, whispering. "That was wonderful." She stood up on the bed. When Harry made to stand too, she shook her head. "Just taking this off." She removed her dress, tossing it gently on the tent floor, and sat down again. "I promised a while ago to teach you how to work between my legs." She reminded him calmly.
"Where do we start then? Can I touch it—you, there?" Harry asked her with an awkward nervousness.
"You can, and thanks for asking." She smiled encouragingly at him.
Ginny's permission did not stop Harry's hand from trembling as he touched the most intimate part of her body. To his surprise, it felt no different than the rest of her skin. Her smile reached both cheeks—She loved his hands and their touch here was like nothing she'd ever felt when occupying herself while entertaining intimate fantasies of Harry. She was relishing the feather-light sensation as he continued slowly stroking the cluster of red hair. She let out a content hum closing her eyes. Her satisfaction spurred Harry to move up to the peak of her vulva and stroke a bit quicker; her relaxed state gave way to sudden and intense arousal that made Harry pull his hand back in worry.
"Are you okay?" He asked.
Ginny chuckled; her smile showed amusement. "Harry, did you pay attention when I was touching myself the first time we worked on foreplay?"
"I was a bit too distracted to pay attention." He blushed. "It was so hot that I started wanking too." Harry finished sheepishly.
"Alright, " She said with a slight smirk. "Time for a lesson. "There are folds in two spots. Do you think you know where they are?" She asked with a curious smile.
Harry narrowed his eyes in thought. "The parts that look sort of like lips," Harry said uncertainly.
"Yup, inner and outer lips, they have clinical names, but only healers bother with that. Anyway, you should start there. I always need the warm-up." Ginny told him in a calm instructive voice.
"Okay, this might be stupid of me but what's the secret to touching you the right way." He chuckled anxiously.
"Well, I'll let you know if you are hitting a good spot, but you sort of work your fingers in, out, and around." Ginny blushed in both cheeks at the thought of Harry's fingers moving inside of her, feeling rather hot all of a sudden. She composed herself and continued bluntly. "I'll be quite wet, so be ready for that when you stick your fingers in there, especially if I'm already randy." She quickly cautioned him.
"Thanks for that." He said, breathing a sigh of relief.
"The big ball of skin here at the top," When he shrugged, she brought took his hand and pointed to it with his finger. "That's my clitoris."
"How did I not see that, especially when it sticks out like that." Harry shook his head, feeling stupid.
"Harry, you could not know what to look for when I never explained it until now. I should have explained about erogenous zones the first time, but I was so happy to show off for you, I just forgot." She blushed apologetically.
"Um, what?" Harry asked blankly.
"Places on the body that are sensitive to sexual stimulation, that makes one feel randy." She clarified slowly with a spark in her eyes. "The clitoris is the most sensitive erogenous zone for us girls." Ginny finished in a voice of low, seductive calm.
"So should I just— "
Ginny anticipated his response, calmly shaking her head. "Never stay in one spot, Harry." She told him instructively.
"How many are there?" He asked nervously.
She smiled brightly at his readiness to learn. "Well, there are a few key places, but it's not like pleasure comes the same for everyone, Harry."
"Why do you want me, Gin?" Harry couldn't help asking her, mostly because he genuinely didn't understand.
"You are everything to me. That's why. " Ginny lifted his head to meet her face holding his jawline between her fingers, frowning. "Harry, relax!" She implored quietly.
"I'm trying, but there is always something." He sighed with a lot of frustration.
Ginny met his forehead, whispering bluntly. "Harry, it doesn't matter if you go in knowing everything or know absolutely nothing. It is going to take time."
"Really?" He earnestly asked her.
She nodded, holding his face in both hands. "Yes, that was the first thing Mum and dad told me. No matter what, we still have to learn about each other."
"I'm sorry, this is supposed to be romantic, and I'm throwing a pity party." He sounded furious with himself.
"Romance is overrated, Harry, and I'm not interested in that right now," Ginny assured him calmly.
"What are you saying?" He asked uncertainly.
Ginny wore a thoughtful look. "I need to get you to stop thinking; I'll be back in a minute." She got up without a word, grabbed her bag, and went into the loo of the tent. She came out a few minutes later; Harry noticed nothing different except a familiar scent.
"You didn't, " Harry said weakly.
"I did, " Ginny said in a confident whisper as he scrambled off the bed.
"You play dirty,," He said bluntly.
Harry was overwhelmed by her perfume, sure that she sprayed her entire body in it. "Oh, Gin," He said anxiously. "I need…" Harry's breath evaporated as he laid back as she asked.
"I know." She whispered calmly, aware of his erection.
Ginny took off the lower half of his clothes. All thought was rapidly leaving his brain as she straddled him again. However, this time she was kneeling on the bed facing Harry, sitting so that her vulva was intimately above his face; it was the perfect position to allow Harry to explore her fanny and still reach the rest of her body.
"You look so hot in control like that." Harry declared emphatically, trailing a finger up the middle of her body to her lips with his free hand.
She briefly sucked on his finger against her lips. "I did remember you tell me last time you prefer when I'm in charge. I'm pushing you outside your comfort zone and I'm going to keep doing that to see how you react."
"I don't think I'm quite ready for such a distracting position yet." He told her, blushing shyly.
"I was hoping you would speak up. I had to find out, didn't I." She got off him and lay on her side facing him, a grin on her face. She brushed a cheek affectionately with her hand.
"I'm sorry." Harry said quietly.
"That's okay, Harry. We haven't spooned in a while and certainly not when we are both starkers." Ginny suggested intimately.
Harry was grateful. "I love you so much for your patience."
"I've been in love with you since I was five. Patience is second nature for me; things are going just right for us, Harry." Ginny told him calmly, he smiled.
They maneuvered themselves for spooning, Harry embracing Ginny front to back. "You are so warm, Gin," Harry said quietly, giving her neck lengthy kisses.
"You too, it is nice," Ginny said with a content exhale.
"I could certainly get used to this," He said quietly.
Harry found himself caressing her hair up and down with one hand and her breast with the other, squeezing lightly between his fingers. Ginny gave a satisfied little chuckle that became a moan.
"Even the little things that you do feel like you're spoiling me."
"It's the least I can do, Ginny." Harry said emotionally, "If you want to—I think I'm ready shag.".
Ginny turned her head and met Harry's eyes appreciatively, "Harry, it's lovely that you are willing to shag me because you know it's what I want with you." She could sense that he was willing to fight his nerves on her behalf, but that wasn't how she wanted their first time to happen.
"But?" He said with quietly anticipated dismissal.
"I don't want you to think that you are ready; I want you to know that you are ready, to be completely comfortable with all this before we cross that line. Anything less would be unfair to you." There was absolute conviction in her eyes now.
"I'm getting there; I swear I am." He said in an almost pained, pleading whisper, his eyes full of apology.
"I know, ." Ginny reminded him softly.
Harry sighed dejectedly. "I wish that I was more confident; I'm jealous of Ron, and even McLaggen, in that way."
"First, you shouldn't emulating Cormac McLaggen in any way," Ginny told him quite sternly.
"I just mean he's sure of himself," Harry said hastily.
"To the point that he's an arrogant git," Ginny told him pointedly. She continued softly. "Second, Hermione said to me that as great as she and Ron's first time was, part of her wishes they wouldn't have done it so soon, and I'm sure if you asked Ron, he'd agree."
"I find it hard to believe that Ron and Hermione would agree on anything, to be honest," Harry said with skeptical amusement.
Ginny giggled before she went on, "True, the point is that there is no reason for us to rush to shag." There was mischief about her now. "I'm enjoying the foreplay quite a lot," Ginny said quietly.
Ginny met Harry's lips in a kiss of controlled intensity; she pulled on his lips with vigor and was re-engaging them immediately after letting go. The second time her tongue showed up, coaxing his mouth open by teasing his top lip, his mouth opened to her willingly; Ginny's tongue felt perfect in his mouth, and Harry moaned in satisfaction.
"I never thought I'd have a girl who would… I never thought that— "
Ginny rolled so that they were nose to nose. "You deserve everything." She kissed his neck. "Everything you thought that you would never have." She moved to the other side, starting at the bottom of his right ear and continuing in a slow descent. "Everything normal."
"Merlin, do I love you, Ginny," Harry said, lost in the brightness of her chocolate brown eyes while his fingers swam slowly through her now extra long flaming red hair.
Ginny took off Harry glasses, one hand on his chest the other stroking the front of his hair. "One lifetime doesn't cover how much I love you, Harry Potter." She returned to kissing Harry, this time, she focused on his throat, noticing he had a little bit of stubble here.
"Gin, I don't want are first shag to be in the middle of the forest " Harry breathed out quickly.
"I know I don't either. I'm laying crooked on purpose, plus our height difference means we can't just fall into a shag." She assured him softly. "But I am going to give that wand of yours some attention."
Her stroke was quite pleasant, slowly moving along his shaft to the head and back a few times.
Harry was sure that his brain was foggy from the way Ginny was stroking him. There was a quiet drunken quality to his response. "Merlin…" Harry was quite convinced her hands were full of magic.
Pleased, Ginny stopped what she was doing and kissed a steady path down Harry's chest, then retreating to his legs so she could trail a hand up and inside them simultaneously, stopping just before his groin; he let out a groan of disappointment.
She eyed his member with quiet heat that also filled her voice as she spoke. "It's been a while since I got a taste."
Ginny shot Harry a devious grin before lowering her head between his legs. Maybe it was pathetic, but the mere fact that Ginny's striking red hair was now splayed all over his groin was enough to start his orgasm.
"Gin, I don't think I'm going to last very long." He said weakly.
"I don't care about that; try to relax." She said calmly, lightly stroking the shaft of his erection with her fingers. "Breathing helps.
"Breathing…right." Only it wasn't easy to breathe when you were at the mercy of a randy Ginny Weasley.
Ginny tested Harry further as she licked along the inside of his left leg, pausing for a moment before licking the head of his length. Aware that he was breathing very loudly, she paused again.
"Think about what you want out of life," Ginny said gently.
That was easy; everything Harry wanted out of life involved Ginny, family, and normalcy. He was suddenly calmer.
"You, everything I want out of life is only possible with you," Harry said tenderly.
"You always make me feel special, Harry." She trailed a hand affectionately across his abdomen. "Now it's my turn."
There was hasty anticipation in Harry's voice. "I'm going to return the favor…once I recover, you just about undo me when your hands are down there."
"Oh, I'm not using my hands," She told him with a casual grin.
Ginny enjoyed the perplexed look on Harry's face as she returned her attention to his erection, taking the tip into her mouth. Harry audibly moaned from the warmth of Ginny's lips and felt like he was going to explode when she hummed around his head. He occupied himself with her hair as a distraction hoping to last longer than thirty seconds.
Ginny could feel how much Harry was trying to concentrate on keeping from releasing too fast; she came off of him delicately, locking eyes with him.
"It's okay, Harry. I'm not the sort of girl who will get turned off if you can't last long." Ginny said softly, trying to make sure he stayed relaxed.
Harry nodded, trying to push air through his lungs. Ginny went back to work; this time, she slid her tongue up and down his shaft a few times, first over the top, then the sides, and finally the bottom. Three tines pushed Harry over the edge, making him spill over in a prolonged burst that ended with a final hitch. Ginny licked clean what spilled back onto his body from holding him upright, then lay next to him, smiling as she watched him steady himself, his eyes lazily on the ceiling, her hand on his chest.
"One of these days, " Harry started, turning his head towards her with a mesmerized look on his face. "I won't turn to goo from the things that you can do to me, especially with your mouth." He finished breathlessly, still feeling the pleasurable after-effects of Ginny's work.
"Harry, I think you're exaggerating." She said dismissively.
"Being with you makes me feel alive," Harry put heavy emphasis on the last word with passion in his eyes .
Ginny whispered emotionally, "I've loved you most of my life, but I still can't quite believe that you have so much passion, and it's all for me." She kissed his chest several times thinking aloud as she did. "You slayed a giant snake... You had to resist the urge to hex another man because you wanted me... You have so much passion for me that even liquid luck recognized it... Sometimes I have an orgasm just from knowing that I ignited that much passion in you." Ginny pulled his face to hers in a kiss that overflowed with heat and made Harry's entire being crackle with thunder.
He was first to speak as they separated by mere inches with their foreheads together. "I reckon it's about time I return the favor; I promised I would try." There was a steeled look in Harry's eyes now.
"I already know that you love me; you don't have to prove that." Ginny reminded him softly. "But I certainly won't say no to you making love to me." She finished with excitement and lust in her eyes before hopping off the bed.
"Um, where are you going then?" Harry asked in confusion.
Ginny turned around and shrugged, tilting her head with a slight grin. "I like outside at night. The tent will be here when we go to bed later."
"Um, Gin, what if people—my parents stumble on us starkers?" He asked, getting off the bed and catching up to her near the entrance flap.
Ginny embraced Harry (again thankful for their height difference as it was very hard to accidentally shag) relishing the skin-to-skin contact, gazing up at him with tender eyes. "Well, your parents are deep in another part of the forest spending time together alone, and as for other people, that's what privacy spells are for." She raised her eyebrows rhetorically.
"Alright, but we're starkers," Harry whispered, as though as it was suddenly forbidden to be outside without clothes.
"Harry, if it weren't necessary, I wouldn't bother wearing clothes when it's so bloody muggy like it has been so far this summer," She had a playful look in her eyes now. "I kind of like you starkers anyway, and I know you like me this way, so…" There was a juvenile light in her eyes that Harry hadn't seen since the day he first saw eleven-year-old Ginny at King's Cross; it filled Harry with an innocence that he never felt until just now.
He stroked her hair and could not help smiling. "You are right. I like you this way, happy, carefree it reminds me of the first time I ever saw you."
She grinned, leading him out of the tent by the hand. Trees stretched on in every direction; the occasional sounds of nature filled the silence around them, various smaller animals like squirrels and such. It was incredibly peaceful, and Harry realized that given his eventual Animagus transformation, being in nature was quite fitting.
Ginny locked eyes with Harry, desire visible in them, her voice blunt. "So, how do I look? Not too thick or anything?
Harry kissed her emphatically, wrapping his arm around her back, his hands lost in her hair which was nearly long enough to stretch to the base of her spine. The kiss intensified quickly as their tongues exploring each other's mouths until they needed air.
"Wow, " escaped them simultaneously.
"I'm going to return the favor and try to apply everything that you taught me, Gin " Harry said with a small but determined smile now. "I'll probably be rubbish, but I will keep trying as long as that's okay with you."
Ginny smiled very suggestively, an eager glint in her eyes now. "Well, practice makes perfect, and my boyfriend making love to me over and over is more than okay with me."
"Here goes nothing then." He said boldly.
Harry started kissing her again. He stayed on her lips briefly before turning attention to her neck and clavicle; it threw Ginny for a loop when Harry nibbled her ears affectionately.
"Oh, Harry... That's—yes." Ginny absentmindedly slid her hands down his back as she let out a heavy breath.
"I—love you—so—damn—much—Ginny Weasley," Harry said in a whisper as he trailed tender kisses on her cheeks, nose, mouth, and throat and then into the valley of her breasts; her perfume still wonderfully intoxicating to him.
"Harry, " Cooed Ginny,. "Keep going, please." She pleaded quietly full of arousal.
"Where?" He breathed softly.
Ginny responded by guiding Harry's head and his mouth to one of her breasts, taking the explicit cue. He flicked his tongue over her nipple and the rest of of her breast multiple times until it was erect and wet.
"Both of them, Harry. " Ginny said as her breathing quickened.
"Right, I got distracted." He whispered apologetically, pulling back to meet her forehead.
Ginny touched his face, stroking his cheek with a loving smile in her eyes. "Understandable, I can tell your experience in everything other than snogging begins and ends with me."
Am I doing a bad job?" He asked, looking subdued now.
"Not at all." She said with a soft smile.
"I've never had a girl all to myself, not that I have you or anything. I mean, I'd never paid much attention to girls' bodies before stumbling on you that day behind the tapestry." He grew uncomfortable now. "Oh, bloody hell, that makes me sound like a pervert or like I own you." He trailed off.
There was a smile on her face. "I understand what you mean, Harry. I became a woman, big breasts included, and you noticed. "I wish they were smaller though I hate that they don't fit the rest of my body." Ginny eyed her chest and sighed heavily.
"Hey, " He lifted her face to meet his, the kindness in Harry's eyes unmistakable. "They fit just fine." He told her affectionately, making Ginny's heart swell.
Harry was kissing her again; he started at her collar bone, sucking gently on the skin there. A slight hum of appreciation escaped Ginny and Harry busied his hands with one of her breasts, sliding two fingers between the nipple while he squeezed the flesh. Ginny gave a moan, and now getting used to her sexual sounds, Harry took the cue for more, reminding himself to go slow, nibbling at her other breast.
Harry's attention to both her breasts in different ways was terrific, and it made her moan his name softly. Then Ginny lowered her head to kiss the back of his neck and ran one hand leisurely through his hair. "The worship in your eyes when you look into mine, it makes me feel like the only person in the world, look at me." It was a soft plead that he answered.
Ginny's heart was suddenly too big for her chest; the love that shone in his eyes completely took her breath away. Harry was suddenly gliding kisses past her chest down her stomach. "I want to make sure that you remember it, Gin." He moved on to her abs, feeling the muscle under the warm skin and then her navel, even sucking gently on her belly button. Ginny quivered every time Harry's lips grazed a muscle on her body. Harry knew Ginny was a fit athlete, but it was only with such slow attentiveness that he realized how toned she was for being so petite.
Ginny softly begged as he stopped. "Please, your mouth, Harry, down there." She could feel a warm tingling sensation between her legs.
"Can you spread your legs? Standing will be easiest for me, I reckon." Harry said with an awkward smile.
"Harry, I will part the seas as long as you stop teasing and get your mouth in between my legs," Ginny said breathlessly.
"Didn't you tell me to slow down, Gin?" He reminded her, amused by her anxiousness.
Ginny smirked impatiently. "Yes, but I'll go mad if you keep teasing."
"No more teasing, I swear." He assured her.
Harry dropped in front of her femininity on his knees and held Ginny by her bum. She could feel the heat of his breath as his mouth met her outer lips, humming softly against them. Ginny gave a low, heated moan that spurred Harry to lick her outer lips; his first taste of her sex was sweet—literally. Alarmingly similar to treacle tart. Harry did not understand how that was possible unless he tasted one of his natural attractions on the most intimate part of Ginny's body.
"Treacle tart…" Harry whispered from somewhere deep in his gut.
"Is that a safe word?" Ginny asked with concern.
"No, you taste like treacle tart..." He told her in a voice of barely restrained lust.
"The rumors are true then." Ginny gave a small laugh.
Harry locked eyes with her again, curious. "Rumors?"
"Magic having its own will in every magical being. A lot of people believe magic is an essential, even living, part of nature that encourages things to happen, sort of like what you said about karma." Ginny said thoughtfully, noticing the lust in his eyes.
"So you know the reason your—you know, tastes like my favorite dessert?" He asked eagerly.
"Why blocks can't just say vulva or fanny," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "I can guess." She said, tempering him. "Guess that it's the same reason you always inhale my perfume."
"Which is?" He asked, raising his eyebrows in anticipation.
Ginny smiled at him with affectionate eyes."I'd say magic is encouraging us to shag, that blowjob earlier you tasted warm and not the warmth like when you let off." She was staring with concentration. "More like tears, but it wasn't salty; it was I don't know… If you could bottle fire and taste it, that would be it. All I know is that I felt overwhelming hope in this warm fire, almost like— "
"Phoenix tears!" They finished together, their mouths frozen open in wonder. "Harry, that's one of my other love potion ingredients."
"So things that attract people can infuse themselves into our skin… Blimey, seven years of magic, it still mystifies me loads of times." Harry mused quietly.
"it could be strictly in our heads, though some sort of psychosexual magical effect. So, where were we?" She whispered encouragingly.
He smiled at her knowingly. "Right, but first..." Harry summoned his wand into his hand. "Cushioning charm and privacy spells; I think I'm ready to give a bolder position another go." His wand disappeared with a small pop. "I sent it back to my shorts." He added at Ginny's questioning look. "I should come up with a name for that.
"Right now, let's get comfortable, because I have something bold in mind." She declared, taking him with her onto the now cushioned forest floor.
Ginny was pleased to see Harry wasted no time in settling between her legs again. Feeling exceptionally randy, Ginny loosely wrapped her legs around Harry's head, letting her feet rest on his back.
"Alright then." Harry grinned, meeting her eyes for a moment before lowering his head again.
"My legs fit nicely around your head, Harry." Ginny told him bluntly, feeling the anticipation.
Harry resolved to enjoy himself just as Ginny suggested, planting kisses along most of her womanhood. He sometimes lingered on spots where she would exhale sharply or give an excited moan, and he could swear there was still a taste of treacle tart infused into her flesh even if it was only his imagination.
Ginny, meanwhile, had spent plenty of puberty pleasuring herself by hand, but that was nothing compared to Harry's mouth against her groin. The sensations put her in a state of giddy arousal as though she were floating. It was more than anything she felt during a session by herself, but that was not surprising. Nobody could do this on their own unless they were highly flexible. Soon the pleasure filled her with a warmth that was going to flood her whole body.
"Your tongue Harry." There was urgency in her voice.
Harry responded earnestly, easing his tongue back and forth across her sex as his hands moved slowly along the inside of her legs.
"I'm so glad I waited for you, Harry," Ginny said in sluggish euphoria.
"Keep telling me what else you want, Gin." He said softly trailed kisses the inside of her thighs.
"Fingers or tongue… inside me, now…please," Ginny said, labored.
Harry wasn't yet bold enough to explore the inside of her femininity with his tongue, so he settled on a finger and let out a breath.
"Blimey, it's warm inside of you and wet too!" There was apparent awe in his voice. "Are you sure it's supposed to be like that?" He couldn't help asking out of concern.
"Yes, Harry," Ginny said in both confirmation and praise, letting out a breath of arousal at Harry's finger inside of her, and she relaxed into the sensation.
"How deep is it in there?" Harry asked in amazement.
"Babies come out of there so pretty deep," Ginny said with a rhetorical smile.
"Right, labor," Harry said rather slowly before removing his finger.
"Yes, labor," Ginny said with an emotional tone.
Harry admitted quietly, "I think it's amazing we'll be parents someday."
Her voice was fueled with the warmth at the thought of their children someday. "Me too, but for now, let's just be randy teenagers fooling around in the middle of this forest."
"That sounds brilliant," He said, smiling at her, so widely his cheeks hurt.
Harry smiled in agreement before making himself busy between her legs again, and this time, he explored her with his mouth and was not shy about it. Ginny's breathing was rapid as Harry went, and once his tongue was inside of her, Ginny felt like the one aspect of her relationship with Harry that had been missing was starting to piece together. Someday soon, it would be completely whole.
Ginny found her voice, her tone so slow she felt like she was having an emotional orgasm. "Harry, I want to savor this; it's not shagging, but I love you, and I love the way you make me feel." Harry's only response was closing his mouth against the heart of her center; the hum of his lips left her involuntarily soaked. "Wow, Harry, that made me wetter than I ever…." She trailed off with satisfaction all over her face.
"I did that... Me, blimey..." Harry said with disbelief.
Ginny gave a small whimper protesting the fact that his mouth and tongue were no longer inside of her nether region.
She showed blunt concern. "Why do you sound surprised, Harry?" Ginny continued boldly, obvious lust in her eyes now. "You do lots of things that make me randy and wet..." A breath escaped her lungs involuntarily before she continued. "So, I know that you can finish what you started." Ginny encouraged softly.
Not for the first time tonight, Harry was looking mesmerized, but then with renewed vigor, he did indeed finish what he started.
Sometime later, Ginny had cooled completely down and fallen into a content reverie. Harry on his side watching her, quite pleased with himself; his smile wasn't smug, but there was a quiet confidence in the smile for the first time in their sex life.
"You are so hot when you make all those noises. Harry said bluntly.
Ginny snapped out of her reverie with quiet praise of her own. "See, I told you could finish what you started; that tired me out, Harry."
"Bed then?" Harry asked quietly.
"I'm too tired to move." She admitted sleepily. The words had just left her mouth, and Ginny felt Harry scooping her up bridal style into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck; her voice was tired but overflowing with affection. "There are not enough words for how much I love you, Harry Potter."
"I have a pretty good idea; nearly all your life is a long time," Harry said in an overwhelmed voice
"Harry, are you ever going to accept that you deserve a lifetime of love?" Ginny asked with melancholy.
"Not yet, but I hope someday it will permanently sink in," Harry said quietly.
"They were back inside the tent near the camp beds. Ginny motioned for Harry to set her down. "It looks like I have more work to do." She told him with determination.
"Yeah, I'm still wondering about what you have up your sleeve," Harry admitted with a quizzical look.
"That's still my secret." She said without the slightest tell. "Do you mind if I use you as a bed again?"
"Give me another hint?" Harry asked challengingly.
"Are you blackmailing me for info about your birthday present?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Is it working?" Harry asked innocently.
Ginny sighed. "It's about the deepest, most desperate desire of your heart," Ginny said evenly.
"You didn't find and steal the mirror, did you?" Harry asked quietly with wide eyes.
"Like I would be that reckless or obvious, you are welcome to keep mulling it over, but you won't figure it out," Ginny said with a teasing expression. "Now, let's go to bed." She urged softly.
"Alright," He said with a shrug.
They dressed and got into bed, Ginny laying atop Harry, their foreheads pressed together. "You seem more confident about this intimacy thing," Ginny said quietly, stroking his hair.
"Hearing you say my name like that was a permanent confidence booster," Harry said, grinning at her.
"Glad I could help," Ginny said with a glint in her eyes.
"I love you, Gin." He said softly.
"I love you too, Harry," Ginny said emotionally.
They kissed for a few minutes before Harry began privately wondering what the wonderful woman wrapped in his arms was planning for his eighteenth birthday. Still, his brain eventually ran out of ideas, and he fell asleep thinking of her.
A/N: I left more to the imagination at the end, just mixing things up a bit. Harry certainly knows more than he did before and is getting more comfortable. I'm having fun with this slow-burn to shagging; I'm trying to vary how I write their sex life, I mean, sure, I could stick them in Ginny's room every time and say Harry learned from a book, but thats bland and boring so I'm mixing things up as they progress toward a traditional shag. I know people will assume, no Ginny is not going wind up pregnant so young, that would go against cannon and though I have made some notable changes like James and Lilly as literal spirit animals or both couples becoming Animagus, I will not be altering anything related to what is shown in 19 years later.