Something to Remember Me By

and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than Firewhisky; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair – (Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Chapter 7)

Harry's hand pulled her closer to him and she moaned into his mouth. Their bodies pressed against each other until they almost fused together. The temperature of the kiss rose even more, and suddenly, a heat she had never experienced before suffused Ginny's entire body. She pressed her breasts against his chest as her hands sank into his hair to pull him closer still.

Harry groaned, and Ginny felt his hand resolutely slide down her back until he was grasping her bum. Ginny whimpered, and he pulled her hips even harder against him. She felt his hardness on her abdomen and the redhead eagerly pressed herself against it.

The growing heat between her legs radiated to her entire body and she felt her face flush. Their mouths came briefly apart to take a ragged breath before their lips desperately joined together again.

The most primitive part of Ginny's brain wanted her to surrender to the lust and desire that was coursing through her veins. She had never been this hot or wet before. Her knickers were already soaked, and she could feel drops of syrupy arousal slowly rolling down her inner thighs. A primal, almost animal need to be joined with the hardness pressing against her belly made it almost impossible to think rationally.

Almost.

She pulled back on his hair, forcing their lips to come apart. She took several panting breaths looking at him straight in the eyes. With a resolve she didn't know she possessed, Ginny reached back and took hold of the hand that was grabbing her bum.

"If you want to touch this arse again," Ginny said without blinking, "you will have to come back to me, Harry."

She then guided his hand to her left breast. Harry's eyes went wide when she pressed it against the soft, round mound. It was crowned by a rock-hard nipple. He could feel her heart beating like a drum right next to it, but her gaze remained unblinking and resolute.

"If you want to see these tits. If you want to suck on that nipple. You will have to come back to me."

Ginny pulled down his hand and slowly guided it against her burning crotch. Harry was panting raggedly. His green eyes had turned almost black with desire. Ginny, though, spoke coldly.

"If you want to pop my cherry and fuck this pussy. You will have to come back for it."

But Ginny was not done yet. She placed her other hand on top of Harry's pulsating manhood. Her blazing eyes were drilling into his and her chest was heaving. She looked down at the alarming bulge under her hand and slowly looked back up.

"If you want me to suck this cock. You will have to come back to me."

Ginny's eyes became weepy, but she shed no tears. "Promise me, Harry," she said fiercely. "Promise me you will come back to me."

"I promise I'll come back to you, Ginny," said Harry nodding before kissing her.

There was urgent knocking on the door. They were both aware of Ron calling out to them, but they ignored him.

"I said I wanted to give you something to remember me by," Ginny reminded him.

"That's right," Harry replied with a nod.

The redhead took a step back and bent forward slightly as she reached with both hands under the skirt of her sundress. Her feet shuffled and Harry watched amazed as she showed him a pair of small, white cotton knickers in her right hand. Before he could say or do anything, she took a step forward and pressed the immaculate white knickers against his face. They were warm and wet.

Ginny watched his chest rising as he filled his lungs with her sweet, musky scent. "When things look hopeless. When you feel like giving up. When you need a reason to keep fighting. Remember these knickers. Remember I'll be waiting for you to return to me."

Ginny shoved the intimate garment deep inside the front pocket of his jeans and looked back up into his eyes.

"If you want another pair of my knickers, you will have to take them off yourself."

… The door banged open behind them and they jumped apart.

"Oh," said Ron pointedly. "Sorry."

"Ron!" Hermione was just behind him, slightly out of breath. There was a strained silence, then Ginny said in a flat little voice, "Well, happy birthday anyway, Harry."

(Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows - Chapter 7)