Someone begged for a sequel to Chapter 78- Changing Moods- Girls are Complicated.

And yes, the timeline for her dating Dean is off.

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Changing Her Mind

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'What did you just do?' her brain screamed at her over and over again, it was like a meditative mantra, except it was not calming her down. 'Why would you do that? How could you have let yourself do that? You can never do that again!'

She rushed as quickly as she could down the corridors away from the Room of Requirement, but not in the direction of Gryffindor Tower, she didn't want to see anyone right now.

She'd just given her first ever blow job! To Harry!

It wasn't meant to go that far. She'd offered herself up to him as a guinea pig for him to try out his kissing skills, that had been bold enough of her; particularly since she'd kissed Dean only thirty or so minutes before then. Then she'd gotten so carried away, and he'd been holding onto her the way he had been and kissing her back, her mind had gone all mushy, his hand had gone to her breast!

She'd gotten randy!

She might only be fourteen, but her hormones had been going crazy lately, and after her 'relationship', if you want to call it that, with Michael happened her confidence in relation to how to handle boys had gone up. She'd come to the realization that kissing a guy didn't mean there would be sparks immediately. It didn't have to mean that you were meant to be with the other person forever, it could just be because kissing is fun, it feels nice, it's a much preferable way to spend a Friday evening than sitting about in the common room or the library.

Kissing Harry was supposed to get her wistful yearning for him to go the fuck away!

Yet, while he'd been kissing her she didn't have silly little giddy thoughts about how she was kissing her childhood crush, instead she kept remembering flashes of the pornography magazines she'd found in her brothers' rooms; images of women getting bent over and shagged, or down on their knees and sucking someone off. They were erotic pictures and they had succeeded in their purpose of turning one on, even her.

She'd completely lost control.

And yet, she'd felt so completely in control when she'd done it.

He'd been at her mercy and kept stammering her first name, well, just the first syllable of her name anyhow.

Then he'd finished and she kept waiting for some magical moment to occur where she would feel like what she'd just done meant nothing, just like kissing Dean or Michael had meant nothing, instead she was completely horrified with her actions. Yes, Harry hadn't stopped her, and she didn't know if she could have stopped herself. She'd wanted to do it. She wanted her first sexual encounter to be with him.

She just hadn't wanted to feel so low after.

When he pulled up his trousers, she scooted away from him immediately and wondered if she should slip out of the room. Unfortunately, knowing Harry, he probably would have tried to track her down to make sure that she was okay. She didn't want to have that conversation though, she just wanted to tell him that they'd done what they did, and that was that.

That's it.

Over.

Nothing left to talk about.

And she knew that she said words when he had finally collected himself, she couldn't recall what those words were exactly, but words had been said and she felt like they had been comprehensible enough that the two of them knew that they would never need to speak of what happened ever again.

And it would never happen again.

Ginny found her way to the closest girl's bathroom and rushed to the sink to splash water on her face. The cool water helped. Her face still felt like it was on fire though. She looked up at her reflection in the mirror and saw that her lips were a little larger than they usually were. They were swollen for two reasons.

And there was a taste in her mouth that was unfamiliar to her.

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"Quintessential first date?" Dean asked her on Valentine's Day.

"That it most certainly is," she grinned. They'd just left Honeydukes and he'd given her two of the Chocolate Frogs he'd purchased. He'd also offered her a few candy items, but she didn't need him to buy her things, it made her feel cheap. She could afford her own treats if she wanted them, but she was saving up to get some decent Quidditch gloves.

She and Dean had already gone to The Three Broomsticks for a pint of Butterbeer and gone for a walk out to the Shrieking Shack, done a wander around the village, he'd found an excuse to kiss her twice, and now they were only left with the slow wander back towards Hogwarts where she hoped they could find a spot in front of the fireplace in the common room to sit close to each other and warm up.

"Hey, isn't that Harry with Hermione and Luna Lovegood?" Dean pointed out far off to the left of them.

Ginny looked around where he was pointing and finally spotted the three of them. "Yeah, it is. That's strange, I thought he had a date with Cho Chang today. Why would he be with Hermione and Luna?"

"Maybe he's already moved on from Cho," Dean chuckled. "She is a bit of a blubbering mess right now."

Ginny couldn't fault him for laughing about it, Cho did cry a lot. "Yeah, she is, but I've been told I'm emotionally dead inside, so maybe that is the correct way to act when your boyfriend gets murdered." It sounded cold to say that the way she did. She didn't know what made her say the part about herself, but the last time she'd had a good cry was after the Chamber incident. After experiencing a trauma like that, it was hard to get worked up about pretty much anything. After she'd learned of her father's attack she hadn't cried, she'd just grown solemn and waited for news of whether he was going to pull through.

There had been so much shit going on lately that she felt like feeling any of it on a deeper level would make her crack.

"I don't think you're emotionally dead inside!" Dean defended her. He also reached out and took her hand as they started walking back towards the school at a brisk pace. "You're funny and clever, and I've caught some of your Quidditch practices, I think we're going to do pretty well at the next game."

"Really?" She hoped that was true. It wasn't the position she wanted to play, but a foot in the door on the Quidditch team was a foot in the right direction at least.

"Yeah! And even if Harry every gets his broom back, you could still beat him out for the Seeker position."

She let out a loud laugh. "Okay, now you're piling it on a bit thick. There is no way I could win out in a competition for best Seeker with Harry. Forget that he's got a better broom, he is bloody quick regardless of that. I don't even know how he manages to do half the moves he's pulled off."

"Alright, starting to make me a bit jealous here," Dean joked.

"I'm jealous too, I wish I was that good of a Seeker," she said seriously, choosing to ignore how he'd meant that. She didn't particularly want to talk about Harry so giving even the slightest opportunity for Dean to bring up her 'former' crush needed to be shut down.

"I don't think that's what he meant," Harry said popping up on the other side of her.

She jumped at hearing his voice so suddenly right beside her. "Merlin, Harry! Walk louder, won't you?"

"Hey Harry, what happened with your date?" Dean asked him, now holding her hand tighter than before.

"Hermione explained that I got her cheesed off with me," Harry admitted freely. "Remember those crap articles about Hermione and me from the tournament last year and our 'love triangle'? Well, apparently Cho remembered them, so she wasn't too thrilled when I mentioned that I'd promised Hermione I'd meet up with her after our date."

Ginny let out a louder laugh at that. "You and Hermione? Oh, la, la, don't let Ron find out."

"Please, she's like a sister to me. I don't think of her that way."

And with those words Ginny was immediately reminded of what he'd already done with someone he could have potentially only seen as a sister and 'didn't think of that way'. It was only a week ago that he 'hadn't been thinking of her as a sister'. She had a hard time keeping her expression after he'd said that.

It was a mistake. It had been a one-time thing.

Apparently she should have been coaching him on tact instead of snogging though if he'd managed to ruin things with Cho that quickly.

"You guys coming to the next D.A. meeting?" Harry asked them. "I was thinking tomorrow evening if that works with everyone's schedule."

"Yeah, of course," Dean nodded.

Ginny didn't bother responding, she had been to every single one of them and had been the reason that a lot of other students had joined up as well. Apparently her track record didn't stop Harry from needing verbal confirmation.

"Ginny?" he asked leadingly.

"Don't need to waste your breath asking me, I'm always at them," she dismissed and tried to look casual about not looking at him.

"Great, see you guys there." He slowed down then, and Ginny glanced behind them to see that Hermione and Luna were several paces back and Harry was letting them catch up to him while she and Dean continued on ahead.

"He seems excited about this next lesson, wonder what he's got in mind," Dean said conversationally.

"It involves breaking rules and a bit of adventure, what more is needed to make an evening exciting?"

Was she being paranoid, or could she still feel Harry's eyes on her?

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Now she knew she could feel Harry's eyes on her. They'd been practicing spells for an hour now in the Room of Requirement and he'd been going around and adjusting and correcting wand movements the whole time, yet every time she glanced in his direction he was looking back at her while he was doing the corrections.

If he didn't cut it out soon then Dean, or someone else, would notice and say something about how he kept staring at her.

He didn't think she was going to stay after again and 'help him', did he? Could that be why he'd asked her if she was coming to the meeting tonight? No. There was no way. If he asked her to stay after then it was probably just to make sure that they were still… whatever they were. She was still just Ron's little sister and he was still just Ron's friend Harry.

When the session wrapped up Dean came over to her, she'd been practicing with Neville, and he was clearly looking to head back to Gryffindor Tower with her, potentially with a few stops along the way. They'd kissed a few times now, and it had been nice; still just a distraction from how Umbridge was turning their beloved school to shit, still not quite the experience she'd had with… him.

Ginny reached out to take Dean's hand that he was holding out for her so they could get in line to leave together when Harry tapped on her shoulder.

"Mind staying a minute? I want to run something passed you."

Uh oh. What more was there to say between them? She was currently holding hands with her boyfriend. She and Dean were official now, she couldn't be staying after practice again, not if it was going to wind up being about the same thing as last week!

"Erm, what for?" she asked tentatively.

Harry threw a cautious glance at Dean and Neville. "Er, remember that… thing I forgot about from over the Christmas Holidays?"

She looked at him in confusion with no clue what he was talking about, so he went on.

"I had something weighing on my mind and you kind of, er, called me an idiot?"

"You called him an idiot?" Dean chuckled.

"No, I didn't call him an idiot," she rolled her eyes at Dean, now knowing what Harry was talking about; he was still having visions or dreams. Now she could sympathize with him, and of course she would stay if that's what he wanted to talk about. "I believe my words were 'lucky you', with a slight edge of distain. And yes, I'll stay. Sorry Dean, you head on back with Neville."

The room had already half emptied out. Dean didn't look very happy about leaving her behind with his dormmate, but he didn't object verbally. Ginny checked to see if Ron and Hermione had stuck around, they were helping to keep the departures staggered, then she watched as they too left, Hermione catching Ginny's eye before she left and it looked like she was trying to thank her for staying to talk to Harry.

When the door closed and they were the last two there she turned to him. "Hermione knows something is still up with you, doesn't she?"

"Yeah," he sighed and arranged a few pillows against the wall for a place for them to sit comfortably. "She's been on my case about not getting enough sleep. She also pointed out that you would likely be the best person to talk to about this."

She hadn't talked about what happened to her in her first year, not properly, she'd just said that she'd been possessed and told a few times that she remembered coming to and realizing what she'd done. "I don't know how much more help I can be to you. You already know that Tom likes to fuck with people's heads."

He stared at her for long enough that she was unnerved.

"What?" she asked.

"You call him 'Tom'?"

"That's his name, isn't it?" she shrugged and settled herself against the wall as well, a few feet away from him.

"I suppose it's easier for people to hear than 'Voldemort'."

"Plus, he'd hate it, and I hate him, so there you go. And it was how I was formally introduced to him. Him and his stupid Diary." She took a pillow and placed it in her lap, trying to resist the urge to hug it to her chest like a shield.

"I'm sorry I never talked to you about that."

Her jaw clenched in response and she kept her mouth shut. She'd been desperate to talk to anyone about the events of her first year when all was said and done. Her family had essentially brushed it under a rug and resorted to giving her extra love and hugs instead of talking about it. She'd hoped that when she saw Harry again before the start of her second year that he would talk to her about it, but he had other things on his mind by that point.

"Are you mad at me that I didn't talk to you after?" he asked.

Yes, she thought unfairly. "You always have one life threatening thing happening to you or another, it wasn't your problem that I had no one to talk to about it. I believe the next time I saw you it was when we all believed Sirius was trying to hunt you down and do you in."

"I still could have talked to you. I just… didn't think. And, you know, I'm not used to having anyone to talk to. Well, I wasn't then. Maybe with Ron and Hermione, but that's it."

"Harry, did you ask me to stay so you could bring this up again, or because you're still seeing things and need me to convince you you aren't being possessed again? Because if you're still waking up in your bed after you have them, then you aren't being possessed. There's no way that you could get to the Ministry of Magic and back in a night. Particularly not now that Umbridge has taken away your broom." She needed him to get to the point. If he started opening up to her more now or considering her a confidant then she was going to keep remembering how she'd dropped to her knees for him without putting enough thought into what she'd been doing.

"I just don't understand the point of these visions then!" he burst out angrily. "Why?! Night after night, the same thing. And I want so badly to see behind that fucking door now that it's like I'm willing the vision to keep going!"

Oh no, he was getting mad. She could feel her cheeks warming up again.

She liked it when he was mad.

He was so guarded with his emotions most of the time, when he let his shield drop to show any kind of real emotion, and she got to see it, it got her a bit hot and bothered.

"I think that means that he really wants to see behind the door too," she told him. "He's projecting and making you see what he wants you to see."

"I'd gathered that much," he nearly snapped at her.

"Alright, settle down. Why am I here then? So we can compare and contrast? If you'll recall, I don't really remember the things that he forced me to do, at least for you you know where he's trying to force you to go. I'd take the Ministry of Magic over winding up in a century's old forgotten chamber with a deadly beast." She might like it when he got mad, but not when that anger was directed at her.

"Sorry," he said, not sounding like he meant it at all.

"Yeah, well, all the wisdom I can offer you is to get used to the visions or figure out how to counter with your own. He's playing with you and trying to make you desperate to see what's behind the door. The Order certainly doesn't seem to care enough to tell you what's behind it, and if you do wind up making the stupid decision of breaking into the Ministry to find out what is actually behind the door, then I wish you luck, and that you too can have a twelve-year-old with an enchanted sword miraculously save your life."

"Counter with my own?" he asked, piqued at the idea.

"Yeah," she shrugged. "Snape and Dumbledore have you working on pushing him out of your mind, right? Why not just let him in and make him see whatever stupid things you're dreaming about."

Harry scoffed at the idea. "I don't think you'd appreciate me letting him see what I've been dreaming about."

She opened her mouth to ask him why but realized quickly what he meant by that. And her cheeks reddened further. "I guess there's no point in asking you to forget that happened."

She couldn't look at him then, it was impossible to miss how embarrassed he sounded when he said, "no, that's not really an option."

She traced along the seam of the pillow with her fingernail. "And I gather from how poorly your date went yesterday that the snogging part wasn't what you needed assistance with anyhow."

"Turns out, no. I'm just a terrible person to date. Parvati jumped at the opportunity to go to the Yule Ball with me, but that was because I was one of the Champions, then she ran off with the bloke from Durmstrang. Now Cho, and I'm pretty sure she was just flattered by the attention and thought we shared a bond over missing Cedric, but I hardly knew him and was partly responsible for him dying."

"That wasn't your fault," she said strongly. "If that was your fault then every Muggleborn that was petrified was my fault. It was sheer luck that no one got killed."

"You nearly got killed," he pointed out.

"So did you." She looked over at him then and he met her eye. "You nearly get killed every year. Diggory might have been there with you when he died, but you saved my dad's life. You saved my life too, and you got Hagrid freed from Azkaban."

"I saved Pettigrew's life too and look how that turned out." He came closer to her and pulled up the sleeve of his arm to show the cut he'd gotten from the blade last year. She'd heard the story and seen the scar before.

Her hand reached out of its own accord and traced the line on his forearm. "You're stuck in a really shitty situation, Harry. We all know people are going to wind up dying, same as what happened last time." She covered the scar with her whole hand now and tried to do so in a friendly gesture. "This is all to blame on Tom though. He's a master manipulator. Your visions about the Ministry aren't real, he just desperately wants them to be."

"They were real when your dad got hurt," he pointed out.

"Didn't you say you were the snake for that vision?"

He stared at her for a moment before nodding. "That time, and the one… before it. And I think the previous one was real too. So I don't know which visions to trust."

"Then… don't trust the one's where he's making you do something. He doesn't control you, Harry, you do. You aren't being possessed."

His hand came up to the back of her neck then and he pulled her towards him, meeting her in the space between them with his lips.

The gesture was a surprise, one that she got over quickly.

Last week it had taken him a moment to catch up with her when she'd kissed him, this time it was her that was needing the moment, a moment to wonder if she should pull away or just let it happen. Her choice was made for her when he pulled her closer though.

Kissing Dean had felt nice, but it had nothing on what she felt when it was Harry that was kissing her. There was a big difference in the amount of feelings she had toward them and that was obvious by the tingling head to toe rush she felt from Harry's touch.

The truly crazy part for her right now was how he had gone from being completely ga-ga over Cho one week to snogging her on the floor of the Room of Requirement, because they were now laying on the pillows on the floor of the Room of Requirement and he was laying on top of her. His lips were on hers, then on her jaw, then on her neck, then at her collar and driving her mental with the wonderful feelings that evoked in her, then they were back on her lips.

When his hand found its way up her thigh to bring her leg up around his waist after several minutes of carrying on she quickly placed her palms on his shoulders and pushed him back. "Wait! Slow down. I can't do this! I'm seeing someone," she breathed out.

Harry shot back from her then like he'd been spring loaded and was squatting back outside of touching distance when she came up onto her elbows. "You're right. I… we shouldn't have. I wasn't thinking."

"Nice to know it isn't just me that shuts off their reasoning before getting carried away," she tried to excuse both of their behavior. "Plus, until I cornered you last week, you didn't even think of me that way. So, so this really shouldn't be happening."

"No, I mean, yes, I hadn't really thought of you… like that… not until." He made a small sweeping gesture with his hand that needed no further explanation. "Thing is, it's kind of hard to get that out of my head. Now I kind of can't stop thinking about you like that. Pretty sure I wanted my date yesterday to fail horribly because of it. Though, it was doomed from the start regardless."

"Well… my date yesterday wasn't doomed and I've got someone waiting for me back in the common room that I haven't let touch me in the places your hands just were so it's kind of unfair to him for me to be here doing this with you."

"Right."

They both hurried to stand up and resort the pillows so they were stacked, even though they would be disappearing as soon as the two of them left the room. She tried not to notice the slight bulge Harry had in his trousers, but she was worked up and it was hard not to think about how she'd had that bulge in her mouth not too long ago.

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"But we've barely even started dating!" Dean protested. "Why do you want to end things?"

She had only given the relationship two weeks so she could see why Dean was upset about it, but when those two weeks involved one week of her pretending she hadn't done something that overstepped the line with someone else, followed by cheating with that someone else, then trying desperately not to think of that someone else, it was pretty mean of her to continue dating Dean, who had been nothing but nice to her.

"Dean, I'm sorry. I like you, I'm just not… in like with you?" she offered.

"You're not in like with me? What does that even mean? Come on, be honest with me, it's because you fancy someone else, isn't it?"

She didn't know what the point of lying to him was. "Yeah, a bit," she sighed. "And I feel really shitty about it. I'm really sorry, Dean, I know I didn't give us much of a chance, but I can't help feeling like I'm using you."

"Well, I'm not exactly complaining about it, am I?" he pointed out.

That made her chuckle. "No, you aren't, but I feel lousy about it, so I'm complaining to myself."

He didn't look very crushed about it, just disappointed. "So, I can't even get a few more snogs in?" he asked cheekily.

She grinned at that, glad to hear that he didn't hate her about breaking it off. "No, sorry."

He shrugged. "I'm glad I asked you out anyway. It's been nice getting to know you better. And I guess I'm glad you didn't just let this drag on."

He got up and walked away from her after that and she was relieved that conversation was over with. All day she'd been dreading it. No, they hadn't been together long enough to form a real attachment but it was long enough that the conversation could have ended with him more angry about it. She'd also been quicker to snog him than she had been with Michael, but now that she knew what it was like to kiss Harry, and knowing the first time wasn't a fluke, she knew that kissing Dean wasn't as good as it got.

Over the next several weeks she and Dean remained friendly and he started dating someone else, meanwhile, she and Harry kept acting like nothing had happened between them, even though Harry knew that she was single and she knew that Harry had enjoyed kissing her just as much as she'd enjoyed kissing him. There were no requests from him that she stay after the D.A practice to clean up, no more one-on-one chats he wanted to have, nothing. She told herself that it was fine if it was only the two times that she'd ever get the chance to kiss him; she'd wanted to know what it would be like, now she did.

They didn't wind up talking one-on-one again until a week after Easter when Umbridge decided that the chocolate eggs her mother had sent them all passed inspection and gave them all to Ginny to distribute to her brothers plus Harry and Hermione.

She'd tracked down everyone else already, but Harry was in the library finishing up an assignment alone.

"Here," she set the squashed chocolate egg down on the table beside his essay. "This just passed inspection from her Highness."

Harry looked at the parcel with skepticism.

"That's a fair reaction to have," Ginny told him. "I probably wouldn't trust she hadn't done something to it herself either." She took up in the seat beside him and held out the remains of her own chocolate egg. "Have a taste of mine. I've been eating it slowly for near an hour and haven't been feeling anymore off than usual."

"You've been feeling off?" he worried, giving her a looking over.

She shrugged. "It's been gloomy outside and through the castle. I could have used this pick-me-up last week."

"You guys did alright at the Quidditch Match."

"Alright is being generous. We sucked." She held out her egg again for him to take a piece. "Why are you in here working on an essay all on your own?"

"Between detentions and lessons and such, I'm only left with a few hours where I'm free to catch up on my assignments."

He reached over to take another piece of her chocolate egg and she took his hand so she could read the scar that was there. He had such an untidy scrawl, and it was carved deep into the skin on his hand so it would probably be there forever. She ran her thumb over the words and felt the angry bumps under the pad of her finger, growing more angry at their Headmistress as she felt the lines.

"That woman is awful," she whispered.

Then she made the mistake of looking up into his eyes. They may have left things unsaid between them, but she could see that he was remembering their last private moment as she held his hand. She'd never seen him look at her this way before; there was a longing in his eyes that caused a clenching in her gut and a tug at her heart.

Slowly he started leaning towards her and she didn't move. This was the second time he was instigating a kiss between them, and it had been months since their last. And coupled with the look in his eye, did this mean that he'd been thinking of her this whole time? Had he been pining for her a little bit? Had it been anything close to the feelings she'd been repressing for him over they years?

"Chocolate?!" Ms. Pince screeched at them. "Chocolate! In my library!"

She and Harry moved away from each other quickly at the harsh interruption and both jumped to gather up her egg and his things and booked it out of the library as quick as possible before the librarian could continue to draw attention to them.

"I don't think I'm going to be welcomed back to finish writing my essays there anytime soon," Harry laughed as they ran down a corridor and around the corner. There they slowed and he started putting his things in his bag.

"Do you want this, or should I chuck it?" she asked, holding up his Easter egg that he had been unsure of.

"If it's been in Umbridge's hands and she knew it was meant for me, I wouldn't trust it."

"Good to see you're smarter than Ron when it comes to food at least," she told him and crumpled up the package as small as it would go.

"Hey, that's my friend you're talking about," he said in a jokingly angry tone.

"Hey, that was your friend I was shoving mud pies into the face of when I was three as well. I seem to recall one time where I almost had him convinced it was chocolate pudding too. Probably could have gotten him to eat it if mum hadn't intervened, so I know how stupid he can be about food."

"Fair," he grinned.

She could feel him looking at her as they rested back against the wall and did her best not to turn her head. She knew if she turned her head and looked up at him then they would wind up in one of their 'situations' again.

Then he shifted a bit and her eyes landed on his shoes, then she took note of his trousers, then her eyes wandered up to his belt. Then she watched as his hand came over to her, and his fingers gently touched her under her chin and he made her look up and meet his eyes.

There was no point fighting the attraction anymore, so she didn't. They met halfway this time and immediately picked up where they'd left off two months ago, their arms wrapped around each other and he encouraged her to jump up and wrap her legs around his waist again. This time though, they were in a corridor and within sight of anyone who might wander by. He turned them so she was pushed back against the wall, sandwiched between it and him.

This was breaking all the unspoken rules about their interactions, and one written one as it was one of the many educational decrees that couples were not to be seen 'coupling'.

"Should we go somewhere else?" she asked against his lips.

"Promise you won't change your mind if we do?"

Her immediate impulse was to let out a giddy giggle, but he was looking for an assurance. "Promise," she told him, and he let her back down so her feet rested on the floor. He then grasped her hand with one hand and his bag with the other and led them to a disused study room.

As soon as they were both inside the room with the door closed he was back with his arms around her and his lips on hers. It was such a rush of feelings she experienced when he did that, nothing like she felt with either of the other boys she'd kissed. "Harry, are you sure you want-" she tried asking while her hands had already found their way up to his hair so her fingers could run through his messy locks.

"Please stop trying to talk me out of this, it won't work. I've been trying to talk myself out of it since you first kissed me and now I can't stop thinking about you."

That was incredibly encouraging.

And so the snogging continued.

It was an interesting dance they did as they snogged; both of them were fighting for control of the kiss and it caused them to move about the room, each taking their turns pushing the other back against a surface. Furniture was bumped, items on the desk were knocked off, hair was pulled at, clothes were pulled at, then at last Harry had her laying down on the desk with himself overtop of her and her legs wrapped around his waist yet again. This time she could feel the bulge in his pants against her sex and couldn't resist rocking her hips against it.

His lips were intoxicating to her, and the more their hips moved together the more aggressively she went at his mouth, and he was matching her enthusiasm.

Then all of a sudden it became too much for her and her head knocked back against the desk as an overwhelming sensation shot through her whole body and she cried out. Her first orgasm brought about by another person.

Harry kept going, now his lips were affixed to her neck instead and that too sent a thrill of sensations throughout her body until he tensed up and let out a strangled groan of his own.

They lay there for a minute, breathing heavy and recovering.

She didn't know what she was supposed to do next. Did they keep on snogging? They really did need to talk about this.

"So, will you be my girlfriend then?" he asked, sounding like he was close to falling asleep with his head on her chest.

A big grin broke out over her face then. "I think I'd really like that."

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