AN- This is an outtake from Chapter 36 of Chamber Girl. In order to keep that story rated T I am posting the lovely explicit bits of that story here for those who enjoy them.

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Chapter 36

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Ginny had been sent to her Great Aunt Muriels attic straight from Grimmauld Place after they had returned from Dumbledore's office. She was in quite the mood to find out that Lucius Malfoy was still alive and was vibrating with an energy that needed to be put towards something. She had assumed she'd killed him. Not that she had been reflecting on the fact that she'd taken a life but she had probably looked at it as payback for what he'd done to her and what he'd been likely to do to her family during the battle. Now she would have to keep checking over her shoulder for his retaliation.

Harry didn't blame her.

It was a blessing though that this was not stopping he or Ginny from returning to Hogwarts this year. The school was well protected and it was out now that Ginny was alive and Harry had taken down Voldemort. From how Greyback had sent his message to the Minister of Magic and Dumbledore instead of Harry it looked like Greyback wasn't quite as obsessed with Harry as his previous master was.

There was still the chance that someone would want to get vengeance by killing Harry, but the remaining Death Eaters attacking Hogwarts when they had failed so horribly attacking the Burrow seemed unconscionable.

Harry had known that Death Eaters had gotten away but with the note having been sent by Greyback of all the Death Eaters it made Harry want to let out a loud groan and throw his hands up in the air in exasperation. Voldemort he'd felt was his personal problem but Greyback was just as renowned and evil.

Just one year.

That was all Harry wanted. One year of simply going to school and his only worry being his schoolwork and Quidditch. Now there was this.

Ginny would be with them this year too and until a few minutes ago his whole plan was to help her get on the Quidditch team and they were going to find secluded places using his father's map to get away from Ron and snog. Now she was thinking that Malfoy Sr. was going to be after her and Harry was worried that Greyback was going to attack and kill or turn members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Sirius was stomping around about it too.

There had been plenty of Death Eaters that were back in Azkaban, several of the repeat offenders had already been kissed by Dementors which had ensured that the Dementor loyalty returned to the Ministry. Kingsley had helped push legislation through for the corporal punishment as he was moving from the Auror role into the political one as the new Head of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement. Part of Kingsley moving out of the Auror department and into this new position of his meant he was focusing on recruiting as well and he had been trying to recruit Sirius.

It was known now what Sirius' true story was but Sirius hadn't given Kingsley a firm answer until now. Greybacks threat had made the decision for Sirius. Having Kingsley as his boss and being able to work alongside Tonks were really the only two things that he saw as a benefit. Having to work with in the laws of the Ministry was going to be a bit of a problem for him though. He was being fast tracked given his experience but there were some courses he would have to take at the Ministry before he was a proper Auror.

After Sirius, Ginny and Harry got back to Grimmauld Place and explained why they had run off like that to everyone else, then got the lot of them calmed down about Dumbledore's part in everything, the Weasley's departed for Muriel's with Tonks in tow.

Harry had wanted to join them but not until he knew that Sirius and he were okay.

By the time lunch rolled around they'd been sitting in silence for ages; Sirius pulling out his course catalog of Ministry rules and paperwork, Harry sitting across from him catching up on his schoolwork he had been given by McGonagall a few days previously.

It was too awkward though.

"I'm going to go help with the cleaning," Harry said. He wanted Sirius to say no and lash out at him for keeping his Horcrux secret from him but Sirius wasn't looking up from his material.

It was the first time Harry was seeing Muriel's house and as he stood in the living room having just come through the Floo he couldn't help but see just how different and stuffy the place was from the immediate comfort and chaos that had been the Burrow. There were little porcelain figurines everywhere with lace doily's underneath them and flowered wallpaper. He was painfully reminded of Umbridge's office, all that was missing were cat plates and a splash of pink.

"Oh! Harry!" Mrs. Weasley spotted him as she was levitating a box of various knick knacks through the hall at the other end of the room. "Good. Come to help then?"

"Yeah, if you could just tell me what you'd like me to do," he said as he wound his way between the empty boxes on the floor by the sofa and coffee table.

"Well, Ginny and Ron are up in the attic. We thought we best start top and bottom. Arthur and I are working in the basement. Could you send Ron down though? I've got to get lunch started and Arthur needs a hand."

"Sure, no problem." He rushed up the stairs two at a time, wrinkling his nose at the décor as he went. The house was a fair size inside and of good construction but it smelled old and was much too tidy.

The stairs up to the attic were down. They were the pull string kind that had the panel you pulled from the ceiling to get the stairs to appear and Harry could hear Ginny's voice coming through the opening.

"Aww, but this little guy is missing a leg. Don't you feel sorry for him? Shouldn't we just let him carry on with his life?"

"Ginny! Just kill it, would you?" Ron sounded slightly panicked.

Harry snickered. Clearly there were a few spiders up there.

"But he's had such a hard life already. Here, why don't you just hold him for a bit so you both won't be afraid."

"Get away from me!"

Footsteps were heard stomping towards the stairs and Ron quickly descended them, catching himself when the sight of Harry standing there caught him off guard.

"She's your problem," he pointed a finger in Harry's face.

"Your mum wants you to go help your dad in the basement anyways," Harry said chuckling.

"Good," he huffed and set off.

Harry climbed the stairs and saw Ginny bent over a dresser looking through the drawers. There was a large collection of mismatched furniture up here with several boxes stacked in every available space. He was caught up looking at the designs carved into what looked to have been a disassembled toddler bed when Ginny came up behind him.

"We all took a turn in that," she told him. "Apparently it is a Prewitt family heirloom. Been given to each new member of the Prewitt family for the past century."

"Guess that one isn't getting tossed then," he commented. "Anything interesting up here that you've found so far?"

"You mean besides cobwebs and spiders?" she asked with a grin.

"No Ghouls?"

"Oh no. There was no way that Muriel would have stood for that. Nor a Boggart or anything else that may have been occupying Grimmauld when Sirius moved back in. She'd have had the exterminators over and ripped a strip of them for treading dirt on her carpet."

There were a few mattresses and end tables and dressers piled everywhere and they all looked to be in good condition.

"Why did she hold on to all this?" he wondered.

"She kept everything useful it looks like. Probably wanted to pass it on to us. I've got a few cousins here and there as well. Most of them have all settled down though," she shrugged.

"So, I guess once this place is cleaned out you'll be staying here before school starts," he said sadly.

"Going to miss me?" she asked softly and nudged him with her shoulder.

"Well, I feel a bit robbed since Tonks pretty much kicked me out of your bed last night," he admitted.

Ginny came around to stand in front of him and they wrapped their arms around each other while she rested her head on his chest. He closed his eyes and took a nice long whiff of her hair.

"I don't think you'll have much luck sneaking into the girl's dorms in Gryffindor you know," she whispered.

"I have a broom," he pointed out.

Her soft chuckles vibrated against his chest. "Fair point. Just don't be expecting me to sneak into your dorm with my brother just feet away."

"If you'll recall, we were actually sharing a bed with him the first time we slept together."

The shiver she gave then was not one of amusement but then she pulled back from him slightly and looked towards the stairs.

He looked over as well but he couldn't hear anything going on downstairs. "What?" he asked her.

"We're alone right now," she pointed out. "Probably have a half hour before we're interrupted by mum with lunch."

"What? You want to lay down one of these mattresses and have a good long snog?" he grinned, starting to back her up towards one. "Miss Weasley," he said in mock offense, "what kind of man do you take me for?"

"Mine," she said definitively before pulling his lips to hers.

He reached under her thighs to pull her up against him, her legs wrapping around his waist as she was pressed against the upright mattress. Her fingers ran through his hair and she purred as his hands moved up to her bum to hold her in place, kneading her there.

She grinned against his mouth and pushed forward with her hips to urge him back a bit and lowered her legs.

"Help me pull this down," she turned quickly and yanked on the heavy mattress.

Harry caught it and helped lower it quietly to the ground, casting a quick spell to muffle any sound that they might make that could be heard from the floor below but still allowing them to hear if someone was coming.

They were both eagerly grinning at each other as Ginny pulled him down on top of her on the mattress, letting out a girlish giggle as they fell back. Their lips connected once more and horizontal like this he felt so much more pleasure from her pressed up against him. His hands could wander instead of needing to hold her up. He groaned as she rocked against him. Apparently it was going to be like that this time, and he was all for it. Already he was at half mast and while her shorts weren't as forgiving a material as her pajamas it still felt good.

He trailed his lips down her jaw line to her neck and responded to her movements as his hand crept up her side to her breast, circling his thumb around her pert nipple. It had been a while since they'd been like this with each other.

He gave a hard thrust forward with his hips.

"Ouch," Ginny winced.

"Sorry," he pulled back, unsure what it was that had just happened that made her hurt.

"Your belt," she grabbed hold of his jeans by the belt loops to push him back and then her hands were quickly undoing his buckle.

"W-wha," he couldn't form words. Ginny was undoing his belt. Did she realize what scenario his brain was telling him was about to happen?

She didn't stop at his belt either. The button on his jeans was popped open followed by his zipper getting pulled down.

"Ginny," he breathed out her name. But then she was pushing his jeans down.

His boxers moved down with them though and suddenly he was naked from his waist to his mid thigh, his erection springing free, the head of it brushing against her shorts.

"Oh! I…" Ginny was blushing, but didn't seem capable of averting her eyes from what she'd done.

Harry was frozen. She was looking at his penis. She hadn't seen it before. They'd always had clothes on their lower halves. He didn't know if he should cover up, or if that ship had sailed. He was stuck staring at her face, waiting for her expression to tell him what she wanted him to do. He knew what he wanted to do, but he didn't know if he'd be able to get the words out.

Turned out he didn't have to say anything though.

The blush on her cheeks was bright red, but the way she was biting her lip and the amazement in her eyes told him she wasn't embarrassed or disgusted. She looked amazed.

Slowly her eyes moved up to lock on his own, her hands coming to rest on his side and gradually moved down between him. He couldn't breath properly as her tongue licked her top lip and her hand finally came to grasp him fully and she started moving it up and down his shaft in the gentlest way possible.

His eyes rolled back in his head and his forehead buried itself in the crook up her neck. "Ginny," he panted.

"Am I doing it alright?" she asked softly.

He could barely concentrate enough to give her an answer. "A- a bit firmer," he managed and she tightened her grip on him.

It felt bloody amazing, but he too wanted to touch her. It was only fair. His brain was functioning just enough for his hand to move between them as well and came to rest on the button of her shorts. "Can I?" he asked with labored breath.

Her head was nodding and he could hear her swallow, feel her chest heaving in anticipation.

Deftly he managed to get her shorts undone and she removed her hand from him to assist with getting her knickers moved down her legs as well. There wasn't much he could see from how they were laying, just her curls, he placed his fingers between her legs and could feel how warm she was there. He twirled his fingers around experimentally, trying to figure out what it was he was meant to be doing and that was when two of them found their way inside her and she let out a cry and rocked against his fingers.

Harry took a steadying breath but from how they were positioned now his erection was pressing against the back of his hand and her own were clutching at his shirt having abandoned their earlier task.

"Gi-Gin," he whispered. He was so worked up at this moment that he thought he might lose control and was desperate for her to touch him again.

She must have thought his speaking her name was asking something else though because instead of simply grasping him once more she pulled his hand away and took hold of him, rocking forward and guiding him to her entrance.

He couldn't have stopped it even if he wanted to.

This hadn't at all been his intention when he suggested a snog but now the tip of his penis was deliciously warm and experiencing the amazing sensation of being enveloped the tight, slick space between her legs.

It was unbelievably tight and hot. Ginny's nails dug into his sides as he slid further inside her, both of them gasping for breath. He couldn't pry his eyes open to see if she was okay all he could do is focus on how incredible this felt.

Once he was completely inside her he thought he would lose control right then and there but he didn't want to be that guy. They were having sex for the first time, he didn't want to leave her with the impression that he couldn't control himself like that.

Ever so slowly he started moving. His first full thrust had his eyes rolling back in his head, his blood was pounding in his ears, but he could have sworn he heard Ginny let out a small whimper. It wasn't enough that he was able to stop himself from making that movement again.

That time he was sure it was a moan and not a whimper that Ginny was making.

Fourth time her nails weren't digging so far into his sides.

Fifth time he could feel her start to meet his movements.

He wasn't going to make it past six. It was all to fucking good. His fist pounded down on the mattress beside Ginny's head as he attempted to try and control himself but it was no good.

"Gin!" he groaned as he came. Every tiny lurch that his body made caused him to give small thrusts inside her and it just had him milking his finish for every ounce of pleasure he could get out of it until he collapsed on top of her completely spent.

He was breathing the thick air into his lungs and trying not to fall straight to sleep. That had been an amazing experience for him, but what about her? He rolled to her side and slipped out from between her legs, the both of them giving a full body twitch at that sensation.

"Did. I mean, you didn't," again, he couldn't find the words. She was laying there looking at him with her cheeks flush and her full lips parted. "Did it hurt?" he worried.

"A little bit," she admitted.

It was so incredibly quiet all around them. He could only hear the sounds of their breaths and his heartbeat. "Was it bad?" Harry wasn't sure he wanted to know the answer. He knew he didn't last long but that didn't mean it was completely terrible for her, right?

She gave him a soft smile, "no. It wasn't bad." Her whole face blushed, the red creeping down her neck and chest. "I just… didn't, you know."

"Right," he started. He was elated that she hadn't thought it was awful but unsure of how he was supposed to make up for his lack of self control. "Maybe I could," he lowered his hand to her still unclothed hip, watching her face. There was this slight twinkling in her eyes that told him that was exactly what she hadn't been able to ask him.

His fingers traced down to her legs and travelled upwards on the inside of her thighs which fell apart slightly as she gave a shiver at his touch. Again they didn't take their eyes off each other's until his fingers found her center again then her eyes shut again and a look of pleasure washed over her features.

Still he had no idea what he was doing, from the experiences they'd shared he could sort of figure it out; just sliding his fingers up and down between her folds.

His erection was starting to come back as he continued touching her. She was rocking back against his fingers and he was mesmerized watching how the expression on her face changed so fluidly from pleasure to desperation and back again. He tried to repeat the movements that made her gasp.

Her hand came down overtop of his once she'd had too much of his fumbling and she showed him exactly what she needed him to do, not lifting her hand away, just forcing him to apply a great amount of pressure as she was bucking off the mattress.

Harry was at full mast now and was barely able to concentrate on anything except for how hot this was.

Finally her head came off the bed and she let out a loud gasp as her orgasm ripped through her, a long groan leaving her lips and she rested back, her body gave a few more twitches as her hand moved away from his and he kept making small circular movements over her clit.

Once he was completely sure she was satisfied he helped pull up her knickers and shorts. Ignoring the throbbing between his own legs he pulled up his own and lay down beside her.

"Well," she said as he came back to lay beside her. "I, um. I didn't anticipate that happening today."

"No," he agreed as she turned to her side and cuddled against him. "If someone had asked me what they thought was more plausible to happen today, Sirius trashing Dumbledore's office or us… doing that-"

"You can call it sex, Harry," she said, but he could almost feel the heat coming off her face when she said it.

"You don't want to give it some flowery term, like 'making love'?" he smiled.

"Do I seem like the flowery type to you?" Ginny asked.

"No. But you deserve them. I'm going to buy you flowers. Or pick them. Either way, you're getting flowers," he said decidedly. He hadn't gotten her flowers before and that was wrong. She was wonderful and amazing, she needed to get flowers. He made a vow to himself then to get her flowers regularly and for no reason.

"I love you," was all she said in response.

He grinned hearing that. He knew she loved him, they'd said it a few times now, but it was still music to his ears.

"I love you too."

"Um…" Ginny started.

"Yeah?" he asked, his eyes closed and simply basking in the afterglow. The sun shining in through the dirty window had illuminated the room nicely and the mattress was extremely comfortable.

"You said you didn't anticipate that we were going to do that," she started.

His brow furrowed, "I mean, there was always the hope. I am a seventeen-year-old male after all who happens to be completely infatuated with his girlfriend."

"Yes, well did that hope of yours involve a spell of any kind?" she asked delicately.

"What?" he asked in confusion.

"The spell," she said directly.

"What spell?" he asked.

Ginny pulled away from him quickly then. He got up on his elbows as she rushed across the room. He didn't have any idea what she was talking about until she'd gotten to her own wand that had been on the dresser and she cast a spell at herself that had a beam of light that went to her lower belly.

Oh.

That spell.

Harry's eyes went wide and he felt a deep and foreboding weight settle in his stomach. It was making him a little sick to think about.

"We… we're good right?" he asked in a panic. "There's like, a window?"

Please, dear Merlin, God, Buddha, whoever, let there be a window.

"Yes. There's a window," Ginny assured him. "I can't believe we forgot though. Do you know how many times Fleur and Tonks have drilled that into my head?" She crossed the room again and lay back down beside him, giving another wave of her wand to cancel out the silencing spell he had cast earlier.

"The window, it's more than a few minutes?" he asked. He didn't want to be a father. Maybe someday, but not now.

"It's a few hours," she assured him.

He sank back into the mattress in relief.

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