AN- Another one for Deadwoodpecker; you asked for a taboo story for your birthday, I wound up coming up with two of them.

Here's another AU of how Hinny started.

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Cannabis

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She still couldn't quite wrap her mind around the fact that they were doing this. It had started out as a mistake, she'd just needed to feel numb and gone to good old, reliable Luna.

Not many people knew it, but Luna was most usually stoned.

As in, all the time.

Whether her father realized that he was always giving her pot gummies, Ginny wasn't sure, but she sure did know the side effects. Which was why she happily accepted them every time Luna offered and kept a stash for herself for emergencies.

This right now, this wasn't an emergency.

This was simply Harry pressing her back against the back wall of a broom closet and snogging her while his hand struggled to make its way up under her shirt.

He needed this too, and she probably should have offered him a gummy or two last year when he'd really needed a distraction from everything that was going on.

She'd been where he'd been, she'd had Tom Riddle Jr. in her head and knew it wasn't pleasant.

Ginny let out a groan as he gave up on trying to grasp a handful of her breast and decided that lifting her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist was preferable. It was certainly preferable to her! He liked kissing her neck at this angle, and she liked feeling how hard he was, particularly how his erection was pressed right up against her sex through their clothes.

Time was of the essence here, he must have realized that too because he started rocking his hips against her.

The first time he'd done this to her he'd been so worked up; angry Harry was really something. She really liked how aggressive he was when he was angry; the way he would grasp at her wrist or pull her hair, how he would grind against her or nip at her collar. She knew he would have stopped if she'd told him to, but she never had stopped him.

Because it felt so fucking good.

She let out a whimper and her thigh muscles kept constricting around him.

"I like it when you're about to cum," he panted into her ear.

She groaned loudly then and then relaxed back against the wall behind her as she came undone.

They weren't finished yet though.

"Dean ever make you cum like that?"

It amazed her how confident he'd grown throughout all these times they'd been messing around together.

He let her lower her legs to the ground and suddenly their positions changed as she started kissing his neck and undoing his trousers to snake her hand inside. "Now, now, Harry. You know I'm not that kind of girl."

His breath hitched as she started pumping her fist around his cock. "Not for him, maybe."

She chuckled. "No, he and I don't have that kind of 'understanding'."

His hips were rocking forward, encouraging her to go faster. "Wasn't quite so sure about that after what I saw the other day," he told her through gritted teeth.

She tightened her grip on him slightly and heard his intake of breath, then let her hand relax again. "Careful there, you don't want to go sounding so jealous." She followed this up by trailing her tongue from the base of his neck all the way up to his ear and giving the lobe a gentle bite.

That's right, she has a boyfriend.

He isn't a bad boyfriend either, maybe he treats her a bit too delicately. He's a might bit too gentlemanly. But Dean asked her out before summer break last year and she couldn't think of a reason to say no. It wasn't like what she and Harry got up to at random intervals, and behind closed doors, meant that they were 'together'.

It all started less than a year ago.

She'd taken two gummies before going to that detention with Umbridge before Christmas last year; she knew what she was going to be in for and was planning on being as numb as possible for it. Those gummies had kicked in at the exact right time, right after she'd been handed the blood quill to write out 'I must not have loose morals' over and over again.

She'd been caught kissing her boyfriend in the hallway, that's all it had been; a quick kiss after Michael had walked her to class. And Umbridge had only given her the detention, Michael just walked away as quick as his feet could carry him; the bastard.

Anyhow, being high while writing that out several times, it must have made Umbridge think she was being stubborn or something, because she was kept there pretty late, her handwriting getting slower and slower as the hours dragged on.

She took another gummy after getting out of the stupid bitch's office and walked back along the empty corridors to Gryffindor Tower, where she found Harry alone in the common room.

'You'd been there for a while,' he'd said with concern, glancing down at her hand.

She'd wanted to snort with laughter over him being concerned with her, but that would have taken too much energy. 'I have very loose morals that needed tightening,' she'd told him and held up her hand.

He moved closer to take her hand and bring it beside his own to compare. 'And I am a very accomplished liar.'

She recalled thinking how sweet he was to be worried over her like he appeared to be then. She knew he only saw her as his friends little sister, but it was nice of him to wait up until she'd gotten back from detention to sympathize. He looked really good in this lighting too, with only the firelight to illuminate them and the way that it danced and flickered.

'Difference is, you aren't actually a liar,' she'd said finally. He was still holding her hand and inspecting her penmanship. His hand was nice and warm, hers felt ice cold by comparison.

'You saying you do have loose morals?' he'd asked, putting on that crooked grin of his.

'You tell me,' was all she said before she kissed him.

His lips had been right there in front of her! It had seemed a waste to pass up the opportunity.

And it had taken him a while to pull back. They'd had their arms wrapped around each other, she was still able to recall how lost in the kiss she'd felt, and how she'd wondered if it would feel like this with Michael if she let him carry on kissing her to the point of properly snogging like she and Harry had gotten to.

'Ginny, I, you don't still… I shouldn't have,' Harry started stammering when he pulled away.

She wasn't really listening to him though, because she was too preoccupied with how her lips felt like they were bigger, and her jaw was kind of sore from the repetitive movements she wasn't familiar with. It was hard to know how many times he said her name to try and gain her attention before she was able to focus on him again.

'What?' she'd asked.

'Are you okay?' There was so much concern written all over his face.

'I think I'm hungry. No, I'm definitely hungry.'

He'd simply gaped at her then, and it looked hysterical, so she'd laughed.

Eventually she calmed down and admitted that she'd taken something to deal with the pain and wasn't quite acting like herself.

Then she'd gone up to bed and left him there, gaping after her in the common room.

They hadn't talked about it again, not until after they'd arrived at Grimmauld Place and he'd flat out admitted that he'd forgotten she'd been possessed by Voldemort.

She might have been able to keep it together with the audience of Ron and Hermione around, but afterwards she let herself feel all the anger she had towards Harry for forgetting such a pivotal moment in her life. The prick had come to find her later that same day too, to 'apologize'. She let him, simply stood there with her arms crossed while he tried to make amends.

Once he was done talking she turned away from him and heard him leaving for the door, but he didn't make it all the way before she heard him say, 'thank you, by the way.'

'For what?' she'd pouted.

'I had what Ron and Hermione thought was my first kiss the other day, and it was pretty terrible. So, thanks for… you know, that awkward night that we haven't talked about.'

Her pout begrudgingly turned into a smile then, but she wasn't letting him see it. 'You're welcome. Next time I find reason to get a little numb, I'll come and seek you out for a repeat, yeah?'

'Don't you have a boyfriend?' he'd asked in confusion.

She finally turned to look at him then and saw no accusation on his face, just curiosity. Her face burned up a bit before she admitted, 'I don't let Michael kiss me like that.'

They'd both stared at each other for several heartbeats before he finally said, 'like what?' as though it were a challenge, then took a small step towards her once more.

Ever since then, they'd been doing this, what they were doing right now; working each other over.

They'd gone back to school, she hadn't stopped dating Michael, and Harry had still had some strange will they/won't they thing with Cho until Valentine's Day, and every now and then, the two of them would wind up alone together growing progressively more adventurous with their hands and mouths.

The best bit was over the summer at The Burrow. Harry had been upset and frustrated over Sirius, and she, well, she'd just been really horny. The day that Harry had finally lowered his inhibitions hand stuck his hand in her knickers, that had been a very good day.

That day had got them to this point where she was stroking him with one hand and massaging his balls with her other. Then she felt his hands on her shoulders and the pressure he was putting on them for her to get down on her knees.

"You asking me to suck you off?" she purred, then nipped gently at his jaw.

"Yes," he hissed. "I want to see how much of me you can take."

Merlin, she was ready for another round. It got her so hot when he talked like that.

To her knees she went, and his one hand moved from her shoulder and up to grasp her ponytail to 'assist' her.

The first time she'd blown him, she'd been high for that too. It was right before they came back to Hogwarts for her fifth year and she'd wanted to try it, but was nervous, so she'd taken another gummy. It had been an exciting experience, that was for sure, and Harry had really seemed to enjoy it.

Right now, being sober for it, it wasn't as easy to take so much of him in. Her knees were hurting too. The discomfort was all secondary to how turned on she was going down on him. Experience told her that he wasn't going to take much longer to cum in her mouth, but that same experience also told her that he would be useless to her after, so she pulled back and stroked him slowly with her non-dominant hand.

"Ginny," he protested.

"Hold on, I need this," she dismissed his complaint as she grabbed her wand and set a spell to make the tip vibrate and pressed it against her clit with a satisfied moan. "Now then, where was I?" she said breathily and heard him let out a slew of profanity before she continued her task of licking along the underside of his shaft before taking him in as much as she could manage and began to bob her head with even more enthusiasm.

"Fuck, you're so good at that," he groaned, holding tighter to her hair now and thrusting his hips so that she no longer needed to move her head. This allowed more of her brain power to go towards making her wand tip move in the exact way she wanted it to.

As he fucked her mouth she felt her body get worked up to the point of being so close to cumming again, when he did shoot off she dutifully swallowed down his cum and kept right on taking him in her mouth until she herself was satisfied.

Ginny spun around to sit back against the wall and recover after, casting healing spells on her knees and giving a stretch to her jaw, and heard Harry slink to the floor beside her after doing up his trousers.

"Seems like you needed that just as much as I did," he commented.

"Yeah, well, I'm not letting Dean get too far, but I've still got hormones. So, thanks for your service," she joked and patted his leg twice. "What's got you so worked up though? You seemed really frustrated, yet everyone believes you now about Him being back, and we don't have Umbridge to deal with."

"I do have the expectation from a lot of people that I'll just take care of this though," he said broadly. She knew what he meant, she had been there for the new Minister stopping by the Burrow and had seen the Daily Prophet calling him the Chosen One. "And I'm in an argument with Ron and Hermione about how they won't believe me that Malfoy is a Death Eater. It's annoying."

Ginny shook her head in sympathy. "After all the times weird shit has come up at this school and you've been right about it. I believe you. Tom would want to brand the son of Lucius Malfoy, if only to keep that family in line."

It surprised her when he clasped her hand with his, Harry and she might get each other off occasionally, but he didn't touch people otherwise; he wasn't a hugger, or one to throw his arm around your shoulder, hell, he didn't even bump elbows at the table if he could help it. It was cause for her to give him her full attention.

"You believe me? I haven't even told you the reasons why I think it. Ron and Hermione think I'm mad for wanting to keep tabs on him."

"Oh, please do," she encouraged. "I've no doubt that if he truly is a Death Eater, then that berk is in way over his head and will undoubtedly do something monumentally stupid. His father is proof enough of that."

"Thanks, Gin."

He was one of the very few people she let get away with calling her Gin, her two eldest brothers were the only other two. It had something to do with the way that they said it, every other time someone had tried calling her that it just sounded wrong.

As the term went on, the two of them started to see less and less of each other on their own. They spent some time together around other people; Quidditch practices, mealtimes, in the common room. It had just grown difficult to even attempt seeing each other to let off some steam with Harry's busy schedule and her feeling like her boyfriend was keeping tabs on her.

Dean was a decent snog, but he was such the jealous type. It was annoying.

Granted, he had the right to be less than trusting, but him trying to keep her reigned in was making her want to lash out.

He'd been in the common room when she was passing through to get to Professor Slughorn's dinner party and basically said that if she was going to get as dressed up as she was for someone, it should be for him and him alone.

She, however, told him that if he wasn't going to be happy with how she looked naturally, then maybe he should move on and find someone else to strap a leash to. And as the words left her mouth, she realized that that was what she wanted. She was done pretending that she wanted to be his girlfriend anymore.

Dean apologized immediately though, and she was late to the dinner so she just waved him off and left.

That night she got back to her dorm, where her dormmates were still up and waiting to hear about the 'lavish' party that she didn't want to talk about. She went to her side table and found her little stash of gummies and headed up to the tallest part of the girls tower, where there was fresh air and she could breathe.

As the gummy was kicking in and she was starting to feel blissfully numb, Harry arrived on broomstick.

"Saw you were here on the map," he told her. "You looked upset at the party. Dean looks pretty upset too. You guys have a fight again?"

"I don't want to talk about Dean," she told him.

Why did he care anyway? They weren't that kind of friend to each other.

He stood there, staring at her and she held his gaze. "You're high again, aren't you?"

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

"It isn't exactly a good thing."

"How would you know? Have you tried it?"

"I've been on potions before."

"Sure, one's that Madame Pomphrey has forced down your throat." She held out her hand to him, a gummy in her palm. "Turn off your brain for a bit, Harry. Just take it, sit here with me, and we'll be pleasantly numb together."

He didn't move to take it, he just stared at it in her hand.

"The worst it'll do is give you a pleasant nights sleep," she told him.

He sighed and took her offering, sitting down beside her before popping it in his mouth.

They sat there together and stared out at the night sky, watching the stars slowly moving as the earth rotated.

Harry started playing with a tendril of her hair and she turned to look at him, watching as his fingers wound her hair around and around. "I really like the color, but I can't see it right now. If I close my eyes I can picture it though. But then, I'll have to stop looking at you, and I really like looking at you."

She thought over what he'd just said; 'I really like looking at you'. Did he mean that? Had he been looking at her a lot lately? Dean said as much, but she didn't believe him.

Suddenly she felt one of his fingers press gently between her eyebrows. "You get a cute crinkle there when you think too hard," he smiled.

"You like looking at me?" she asked finally.

His hand travelled across her forehead and down the side of her face. "I like a lot of things about you. I like that you keep my secrets, I like that you play Quidditch so well, I like that you're really stubborn, and how you just… believe me when I tell you things."

"You don't talk to me much," she cut in.

"No. No, we don't get up to much in the way of talking, do we?" he said, right before he leaned over and kissed her.

This was what they did instead of talking, they kissed and gave each other much needed release that they couldn't dare request from someone else; she had too many brothers around, even now with only the one, and he had the whole world looking for juicy gossip on him.

Ginny noted that his kisses weren't as feverous as they usually were, he was taking his time. And it felt really nice, like he was cherishing it.

It must be the gummy that's changing how he's going about it, she told herself as he started pulling the zip at the back of her dress. She was also being languid about the dance their lips were doing against each other's.

Before long, both of them were down to their underclothes and he was laying overtop of her, using their discarded clothes as a blanket. His hand tugged gently at her knickers, and she pulled them off without hesitation, his pants were quick to follow.

They hadn't properly shagged before, they'd just used their hands and mouths, but she felt no inclination to stop things. It hurt a bit when he entered her, but it was overall very pleasant. She couldn't help thinking about how when she was about twelve and wondering over what her first time would be like; this was essentially what she'd pictured. Except, in those fantasies she was sober and in love with him. She was also not cheating on someone in those fantasies.

In the moment though, she didn't care.

This was Harry. They knew each other's bodies so well. It just made sense that they would wind up like this; bodies intertwined at the top tower of the girls dormitory, where the cool night air was brushing across their sweaty skin.

When she woke up the next morning though, still laying with Harry and exposed to the elements, something had changed.

The cannabis had worn off in the night. Suddenly, what they'd done was a bigger deal than it had felt last night.

It hadn't been anything like the feverous way they pawed at each other usually. It had been slow, he'd been tender with her, he'd kissed her and held her like she meant so much more to him than she did.

He couldn't treat her that way!

There was a difference between sex and intimacy. They were supposed to be just about sex! Usually oral or hand jobs. The only feeling that they were supposed to be dealing with together was lust!

If putting this kind of sex on their wheel of comfort meant that he was going to be treating her like he truly cared about her, then they had to stop.

"Harry," she shook him gently. "Harry, you need to get up. You have to get back to your dorm."

"What?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

"Harry, we fell asleep after we… you just need to get back to your dorm," she blushed.

"Shit!"

They started collecting their clothes and pulling them on, then stood there, staring at each other once he had his broom in hand. He looked different to her today; he wasn't just Harry, the former crush that she got her rocks off with. Now he was 'Harry', the guy that could easily crush her emotionally until she was that same girl that had stupidly given away too much of her soul and wound up nearly dead in a secret chamber.

"We can't do this anymore," she blurted out.

His eyes went wide. "What? Ginny! I'm sorry if I-"

"No! You've nothing to be sorry about. It's… it was, it was kind of lovely. That's the problem."

His head tilted slightly to the left as he tried to make sense of what she was saying.

"Look, I'm sure it was just the gummy, it was making you more… I dunno, relaxed, but we've gone a bit too far with this, haven't we? I mean, I'm seeing someone!"

"You're always 'seeing someone'," he argued offensively.

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"It's like you purposefully have a boyfriend so that you won't have to admit that you fancy me and want to try actually being together!"

"Excuse me?! We were both using each other. And my having a boyfriend didn't ever seem to bother you."

"Yeah, it never seemed to bother you either," he mocked, crossing his arms.

The way he said that, he may as well have just slapped her across the face and called her a whore.

"You know what, Harry," she said evenly. "You're right. When I woke up this morning, after last night, I was worried I was getting a little too emotionally invested. Well, good job on shaking that idea right out of my head."

Ginny turned heel then and marched back down the stairs, determined to put as much space between them as possible.

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Weeks passed with them barely saying anything to each other. This proved to put Dean in a better mood, but she was still sour, and her stash of gummies was getting depleted faster than she cared to think about.

It was a few months after 'the incident' that she realized that the only nights she felt she really needed that high to turn off her brain was after she and Dean had either been snogging or fighting. So, finally, she ended it with him.

And it was liberating on more than one level; she didn't need a boyfriend, and she didn't need Harry, not in that sense.

Now that she had less to distract her, she could focus more on her OWL prep and Quidditch. Those were the only two things that truly mattered.

The day before the final match, when Harry had told her he was going to be in detention and she needed to play Seeker, that was the most they had said to each other in a long time, and even then he wasn't able to meet her eye.

She hated herself a little for how she'd inadvertently fallen in love with him again, because she had, she knew it.

He didn't want her like that though, he probably thought that she was damaged goods anyhow; why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free.

Every time she'd caught herself looking at him, she could glance down at her hand that still had a scar saying 'I must not have loose morals' and die a bit inside.

She was determined to win the last match, for him. It wasn't hard to tell he was going through a difficult time, and this was his first year as Captain. Him not being able to play the House Cup deciding game was probably killing him.

They might hardly be friends anymore, but she wanted to do this and give him this little bit of happiness.

And she did.

The whole of Gryffindor tower was vibrating with celebration when Harry finally got there. His smile was so bright, and it was directed at her! Ginny had no control over herself as she ran across the common room to him, launching herself into his arms for a hug.

Him kissing her instead made her heart skip a beat.

She'd missed his lips, missed his hands.

She'd missed him.

Whether he'd done it simply because it was a familiar gesture, she didn't know, but she kissed him back regardless. Ginny thought she'd gone deaf for a moment before she heard someone let out a wolf whistle and realized that the whole of Gryffindor had come to a stand still in shock.

He was quick to get them out of there, pulling her along the corridors until they were far away from Gryffindor and completely alone, then he wrapped his arms around her again and snogged the living daylights out of her.

"I shouldn't have said it, I was just so jealous," he panted when they broke apart.

Ginny heard the words, but he'd done such and excellent job of turning her brain to mush that she had no idea what they meant.

"We'd had that incredible night together, then the next thing I know you're ending it. I was gutted, I shouldn't have said it, but I needed for some reason to make you feel the same way I was feeling."

"What are you talking about?"

"I am emotionally invested, and I have been for months. I only started realizing it after Ron and I caught you and Dean together that one time. I hated seeing you like that with him," he admitted, growling out the one word. "I don't want you with anyone else, I want you to myself."

"D'you mean it?"

He ran his hand through her hair, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her in for another kiss. "I mean it. I don't know if you've started something up with someone else in secret, but please, please, end it with them. Please, just be mine." He rested his forehead against hers as he begged.

Happy tears welled up in her eyes. "There's no one else," she promised. "You've ruined me for anyone else."

"You swear?" he asked, eyes full of hope.

"Do you swear?" she turned the tables.

He let out a laugh, like it was incredulous of her to even ask. "Gin, I've kissed exactly one girl one time besides you."

She shook her head in amazement. He was amazing, brave, kind, an excellent Quidditch player, and Merlin, the things he could do to turn her into putty, and yet, she was the only person to know what he was truly capable of?

"Fuck, that's so hot," she breathed out before pulling him back to snog her some more.

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Five Years Later

The stall walls were not stable enough for them to keep this up for much longer, but given the way he was simply pounding into her from behind like he was, the bolts at the floor only needed to hold on for a little while more.

"Fuck, you're so hot," he growled as she tried to muffle the screams she desperately wanted to let loose.

Her throat was so dry!

This was the third night in a row that she and her husband were nearly destroying a night club loo.

It shouldn't have surprised her as much as it did, given the way they'd started out, that Harry got turned on by feeling possessive of her.

They were currently in a Muggle night club in Prague, on vacation for a week while they celebrated their second year of marriage. Prague was well known in the U.K. for being the place to go for a stag party; there was all manner of sin to indulge in. Which is what they were hoping for.

Three nights this week they'd gone out to a club and her husband had sat at the bar, watching her closely as she danced, watching as several other men started to notice her, started to move closer.

Harry wasn't much of a dancer, but he liked to watch her dance.

And she liked watching his reaction as one man or another started dancing with her, putting their hands on her waist, brushing her hair to the side so her neck was exposed. She liked it when Harry would finally put his drink down and walk straight for her, grab her hand and pull her into the nearest location they would have a decent amount of privacy and shag her brains away.

They couldn't get up to this back home, he was too well known. It was only in their house that he would turn into this sexual being that was fueled by the singular desire to cum inside her, he didn't much care where.

"Gin," he growled as he finished.

Another good thing about shagging in bathroom stalls when they were pretending to be Muggles; they were a convenient location for her to clean herself up after he ravaged her like that.

Once she'd sorted her dress out and tried to make sense of her hair, she gave him a kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Think you've got another one in you?" If he wanted to, she'd go back out on that dance floor and try to rile him up all over again.

"No. Let's go back to our hotel. I think you could do with some special attention."

"Hmm, I am a bit sore. Are you offering to kiss it all better?"

He grinned eagerly, "there's a pot shop around the corner. I think we should get you a few of your gummies and you can truly relax while I take good, thorough care of you."

"Deal," she accepted eagerly.

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