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Chapter 38

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"Just smile at people?" Harry asked skeptically. His eyebrows had crooked up in the middle when she'd told him that particular life hack.

Just that morning Harry had observed Ginny snorting into her cereal as she listened to some anecdote of Colin's over breakfast and he had been happy to see she and her new friends were getting on great now that they'd known each other for a few months.

It had been a slow start to her adjusting back to life at Hogwarts; there were still several curious looks given her way, but everyone had grown fairly accustomed to her now, just as everyone had eventually done with him after every crazy life event that happened to him and rumor spread. Apparently Luna had told Ginny to start smiling and that had been a turning point for her. It was such a simple thing but he certainly found people with a kind smile more approachable, so it made sense.

They'd just hidden away in the Room of Requirement for a private moment then.

"Not in a creepy way," Ginny rolled her eyes and kicked off her shoes as she made for the bed that had been conjured up for them.

Harry was rather intrigued by the sight of the bed. He had asked the room for somewhere comfortable with a fireplace and a big couch, which meant the bed suggestion had to have come from Ginny and he had no objections to that.

There hadn't been much alone time they got together. Ron, Hermione, Luna and several others were always milling about and pulling their attention this way and that. They were in different years with different schedules; Harry didn't know why he had anticipated their return to Hogwarts together would feel more like it had when they were stuck in Grimmauld Place but with less supervision. That was not at all what it had been like.

There were eyes everywhere.

He and Ron had a strict 'don't ask, don't tell' understanding because Harry wasn't too keen to hear what Ron was getting up to with Hermione that put her in such a good mood and Ron certainly didn't want to know where Harry's lips and hands had just been on Ginny when they managed to steal a minute behind a tapestry.

It was kind of disappointing to Harry that he didn't have any mate's that he felt he could share stories or ask for helpful hints. He couldn't talk to Ron because Ginny was his sister, and he couldn't talk to Sirius because he and Ginny had bonded so much when they were in isolation together. And he didn't want to start asking for helpful hints from Hermione because that was admitting he might need helpful hints. Ginny had been rather vocal or demonstrative about what worked for her when they did manage to find time together but he knew that she had been talking to Fleur and Tonks about what they'd gotten up to. Tonks had certainly given him a knowing wink the last time they'd seen each other before school started.

Ginny let out a long indulgent sigh as she fell back against the sheets. "Finally," she moaned. "Who knew we were so popular?"

"It must be that smile of yours," he teased and kicked off his own shoes.

"I don't know. Could be that whole indestructible thing you have going on," she said with a lazy wave at his whole being.

He shook his head and smiled as he came to lay beside her. "Whatever it is, we need to nip it in the bud. With all this homework crap, friends, and the Quidditch craziness of our Captain-"

"He's your friend," she argued.

"He's your brother," Harry countered.

"Yes, but I didn't decide that. You on the other hand chose him."

They grinned at each other.

Ron had been an excellent Quidditch Captain so far. He wasn't too extreme like Oliver Wood had been, he was just enthusiastic. His excitement for the game and book of play's he had them trying made Harry almost forget how ultimately pathetic Ron had been in his first match on the Gryffindor team.

"So are you going to woo me Potter, or what?" Ginny asked, biting her lower lip and attempting to look at him demurely.

"I have to woo you now?" he asked with a laugh. "I would be crap at that. I probably would have just stuttered and spilled things down my front in your presence if we hadn't been friends first."

"Aww, I wish I'd seen that," she grinned and rolled to her side so she was cuddled up against him. "Maybe you could slop some soup down your front at lunch tomorrow? Give me a taste of what I missed out on?"

"Anything for you," he told her in jest.

They only had about two hours before they knew they'd be missed but having her here in this bed with him was making him long for those nights they'd fallen asleep beside each other.

"We should have spent every night we could have together," he sighed regretfully.

Ginny gave him a kiss to his neck. "I didn't want to risk moving too fast, and didn't want you taking it for granted," she told him straight.

"I know." And he did. "Not that what we did in your Great Aunt's attic with no forethought didn't shoot that first part to shit."

"I don't know about that. You had taken a killing curse for me," she reasoned. "Shagging you was the least I could do to say 'thank-you'."

"You don't get to use that as an excuse; it was several weeks later. We did it because we both wanted to." As the words were coming out of his mouth he was already hoping to hear her confirm that. They hadn't been that intimate with each other since then, but he'd had a few vivid dreams over the last few months about a sequel, he just needed to know that she was open to it.

"We did," she said softly, her hand tracing up and down his arm.

Harry turned his head towards her, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of her warm brown eyes before he nuzzled their noses together and their eyes closed. Their lips met and inside he was smiling at the familiar feeling of them. He wished she would have been able to skip ahead a year and be in all his classes so they could spend more time together. With all their different classes on opposite sides of the castle he missed her during the day.

Until she'd left with her family from Grimmauld Place he didn't even realize how accustomed he was to being with her all the time, and how much he loved it.

Right now he was loving the feel of her hand slipping down his front and nimbly undoing the buttons there. Following her lead he began helping remove her shirt as well.

Ginny didn't wait for him to finish with her shirt before he hand came to his belt buckle.

"We don't have to," he said unconvincingly. He wanted to. He was bursting to have another go. Harry wanted to keep right on shagging her until he figured out how to give her the same incredible finish she gave him, and at the same time too.

"I want to," she assured him.

"Oh, thank Merlin." He crushed his lips to hers and started working feverishly to get the button on her trousers undone.

It was taking each of them a bit to work of the others clothing and the two of them were both chuckling over the difficulty they were experiencing as they attempted to undress each other.

"Not quite as easy as pajama's," Ginny giggled when his shirt got caught on his watch.

"Really not," he agreed as her trousers were now bunched up at her ankles and quite happily caught on the heel of her foot, unwilling to move further. "How about we get our own kit off right now and figure out how to properly undress each other later?" he suggested.

"Done." And she quickly pulled her undershirt over her head and her trousers and socks off.

With just their underthings on they came back together.

"Spell before this time," he reminded her, his eager erection yelling at him for delaying things further.

"Already did it," she replied hurriedly, pulling him closer again and wrapping her legs around his hips, rolling them over so he was on top of her.

He wondered if the strange power she had might somehow make him start feeling some of her arousal. They hadn't attempted figuring out what it was she was capable of, they knew it extended enough to somehow call him back from the dead, but transferring emotion at a time like this would be entirely beneficial to him.

She rocked against him and his eyes rolled back at the feeling as he matched her movements. He had to figure out how to get her more eager for it than him though. He wanted to feel what it was like to be inside her when she came. It already felt incredible to be inside her but it would feel even better if he could experience that.

"Gin," he pulled back. "I want to get you close first," he panted.

"What?" she asked dizzily.

He grinned at how clearly aroused she was and felt proud of himself for making her feel that way. Slowly he worked his way down her body leaving a trail of kisses along her neck, down her chest, burying his face a moment in her still covered breasts, down her stomach until he was between her legs.

He gave a kiss to the inside of her thigh, waiting for her to relax a bit and feel comfortable with where he was positioned. She'd been giving a appreciative sighs as he blazed his path but tensed as he reached his destination. He was trying to turn her on not get her anxious. They hadn't done this before but he had had dreams about doing this to her and he wanted it to be a good experience for the both of them. He wanted to know if it really was as good in reality. Before those dreams of his had started he'd known what oral was but thought it would be pretty disgusting for a guy to do on a girl; At least when a girl did it to a guy it was straight-forward, now though he couldn't wait to experience it.

With her knickers still on he kissed his way between her legs, breathing in the smell of her there and glancing up to see her head fall back at the feel of his mouth over her like that. It was essentially snogging her through the cloth of her knickers while she was directing her hips exactly where she wanted his mouth to be and rocking against him. He didn't feel her at all tense right now.

Concentrating on what he was doing he tried to push out of his mind how turned on he was. There was a heat coming off her and her knickers were growing damp against his chin due to something other than he heat of his mouth against it.

Again and again she made these soft moans and rocked herself against his mouth.

Unable to help himself any more he pushed his boxers down and hooked his fingers at her hips to pull down her knickers, kissing his way back up her body and the carnal beast inside him not looking for consultation before biting at her bra in protest over the offending garment still being on her.

Ginny understood exactly what he was asking of her and removed it, flinging it to the other side of the room and letting him bury his face in her soft plush skin there.

"Harry, please," she panted, rocking her hips against him more urgently.

He managed to get himself lined up with her properly, pressing his lips against hers once more before slowly easing himself inside her.

That initial movement was absolute heaven. He'd recreate that feeling over and over again if it didn't feel so incredibly to stay inside her as well.

"It's okay this time?" he asked in a whisper, begging for the answer to be yes.

"Mhmm," she managed, her head was nodding and her eyes screwed shut tight. The small bit of discomfort displaying on her face was contradictory to the small thrusting movements her lower half was still making.

That was good because he didn't think he'd be able to stop himself from carrying on. He pushed into her over and over again, trying to keep changing up the rythym a bit to delay his gratification and attempt finding something that really worked for her.

Grinding.

That was what they'd done together for months and it had done the trick every time. He didn't know why them having proper sex would have changed anything about what felt good to her. Her response to that was instantaneous. Her groan and the way she grabbed at him let him know it was exactly the way she wanted it. With each slight in and out movement he pressed harder against her and heard her moans. There was this pressure surrounding his erection now that was different from what he'd been feeling, and wetter.

Soon it was like a vice gripping him and Ginny was clutching at him and gasping. It was like the sensation of first entering her, but better and he was soon finishing right along with her as he let go with a loud groan.

"Holy shit," she whispered in a long groan of her own.

"That must be what all of those songs are talking about," he said, more to himself.

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