Discord challenge- Ginny wants ice cream.- Originally posted 8/8/2019
The one-shot I came up with for it is a little sad, and a little sexy. Enjoy.
As she stood up after lowering what she hoped was her last shared load the pains in her body finally pronounced themselves. It felt like a vice had been clamped around her thighs. The muscles in her back and arms pulled with every movement she made. Her whole body protesting at the slightest movement.
For hours now she had been wandering the castle and grounds with countless others, searching for the fallen soldiers. It didn't matter which side they'd been on. All the bodies had to be moved.
There was a silent agreement amongst them all that it be done without magic.
Sometimes she was aware of who she was helping lift the bodies with, sometimes she couldn't even see them through the tears in her eyes.
It was torturous work, and she couldn't divert any more energy into shielding herself from her emotions.
Especially when she recognized who it was she was carrying.
She embraced the pain. It was nothing compared to what she'd felt from the Cruciatus curse.
It felt good to let her tears fall as well.
All year she'd tried to be a beacon of strength amongst her peers. The younger students in particular. She'd refused to let herself crumble in front of them in exhaustion. They needed her more than she needed a cathartic breakdown.
She took one more walk around the castle and grounds and didn't see anyone laying prostrate on the ground, nor heard any morose calls for assistance.
Standing once more in the grand doorway to the Great Hall she found it divided. Like there was a line down the center, and everyone had been separated into two categories; with a heartbeat, and without.
Her family was now sitting together at the far end of the Gryffindor table, comforting each other as best they could. Save for Ron, who had disappeared earlier, herself, and Fred, who was in the other category.
Her family hadn't been sitting there for long. Everyone had pulled their weight. It didn't matter if you were in mourning for a friend or family member. The wands may be down, but this was the last part of the war that no one talked about in books.
What the clean up after a war actually was.
She couldn't bring herself to go in and join her family. She didn't want to do any comforting right now.
She wanted to be comforted.
A ridiculously whimsical idea came to her head at that.
Ice cream.
When she was little and she'd scrapped her knee, or her brothers had left her out of an adventure and she was feeling down she always had some ice cream and felt a little better.
Her feet had started taking her there before the thought even finished registering.
She let her feet lead her down the familiar corridor that would take her to it. The house Elves had already been hard at work righting all of the wrong that had happened.
And it seemed so wrong somehow. Like they shouldn't have cleaned up and erased the awfulness so soon after. There was no more rubble, or unidentified splatters anywhere along her way down. The portraits were not even off center.
She reached the one portrait in particular that was her destination and tickled the pear to gain entrance.
Throughout the year the leaders of the resistance had taken turns coming here to get whatever meager scraps the House Elves felt they could provide. It had always been a bustling place.
Now, every last House Elf was elsewhere, and the kitchen was empty of all but one other person.
They stared at each other in shock for a moment. It was the last place she expected to come across him and she had to blink a few times to make sure some sort of sleep deprived, hunter driven delirium was causing her to hallucinate.
She had assumed she might not find him alone for quite some time.
Without a word she headed to the freezer cupboard and grabbed a carton of chocolate ice cream and a spoon before taking a seat beside him.
It had to be beside him, because otherwise it would be too easy to look up across from her and into his eyes.
Taking a scoop of her treat, half the size she would of were she alone, she sighed in simple pleasure when the taste hit her tongue.
It was the first morsel of food she'd had since lunchtime. And that was the previous day by this point.
He had returned to his sandwich in silence and she continued eating her comfort food straight from the container.
Once he'd finished what was in front of him she nudged the carton over and offered him her spoon.
They turned their heads to look at each other when their hands touched.
Now she took him in properly. He looked as though he'd gotten a little sleep, but signs of a hard few months couldn't be erased so quickly. He'd managed a shower though since the last time she'd seen him. His clothes were relatively cleaner as well.
That reminded her that she must look a fright. And smell it too. She hadn't stopped for anything, and it had been dirty and exhausting work.
When he looked at her she didn't see any disgust in his eyes. She saw the look he'd given her last year at this time when she'd caught the snitch and won the Quidditch game in his place. Full of intensity and determination.
Just like that, he pushed her offering away and wrapped a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her against him and capturing her lips.
She responded desperately, clutching the front of his shirt to make sure he didn't pull away. His tongue found its way into her mouth and he groaned in satisfaction of her allowed entrance. The hand not in her hair made a home on her hip and she rose slightly to get her leg over the bench seat before straddling his lap.
The two of them moaned appreciatively at the full body contact and rocked against each other.
Their lips never stopped touching as hands wandered. She caressed his back, ran her fingers through his hair, scratched his scalp in pleasure as the bulge in his trousers rocked against her center and she cried out against his mouth at the wonderful sensation it elicited.
She needed him to be closer. She could sense he was desperate for it too.
Swiping aside their dishes on the table beside her she rose slightly to pull him up and lay her down on the surface.
He followed her lead, still not breaking their frantic kisses.
There was nearly a year of their life that had been put on hold, and all those missed emotions and suppressed hormones were coming back with a vengeance.
The vengeance was making her dizzy and desperate for more.
Outside this room the world was showing them consequences of actions, horrible ones. She didn't care right now what consequences could potentially come from her finally having him back.
Alive.
Her unthinking hand went to his trousers, his own hand following her lead and grasping at her top button. The bottom half of their clothing shifted further down, and she freed one of her legs from the confines of her jeans and her knickers and that was enough to wrap her legs around him.
He reached down again and guided his erection against her entrance.
Slowly he filled her.
She ran her tongue along his and bit his lip as centimeter by centimeter he squeezed himself inside her and stretched her more than she'd ever been.
He started thrusting back and forth before he was fully seated inside her. The sensation made her need to disconnect their mouths and arch her head back in delicious pleasure.
But it wasn't enough.
He seemed to have adequate frame of mind to hold back from taking her completely. She wasn't having any of that. Not after waiting and wanting this for so long.
On his next forward thrust she locked her legs tightly around him and gave his forward momentum more than he'd intended.
A pain shot through her and made her gasp. It was as though someone had taken an elastic and snapped it against her lower belly, but it disappeared as fast as it came.
He had stilled on top of her.
Opening her eyes, she saw his eyes were closed tightly, and the concentration on his face. it looked as though it was causing him pain to wait until she gave him the okay to continue. Yet another small gesture to remind her that he would never stop giving her reasons to love him.
Her body relaxed and he must have felt that. His eyes opened at for a moment all they did was stare at each other in wonder.
This was really happening.
She was the first to move, sliding up and down as much as her body allowed. His eyes drifted closed and his body took over.
He had his elbow by her head for support. His other hand was gripping her hip tightly as his thrusts grew more and more confident.
A pressure was building inside her every time she ground herself against him when he was fully sheathed inside her. Her blood was pounding in her ears and all she could focus on was making the pressure grow more and more.
She grabbed his bum on his next forward thrust and locked her legs tightly around him so he would arrest his movements, and she ground hard against him. The pressure of him there, swirling around deep inside her and rocking against her clit.
A new pressure built up in her head and she stopped breathing for fear it would dissipate before allowing her this wonderful relief that was sure to hit her soon.
Her back arched forward and she buried her head in his neck as her whole body spasmed with a mind shattering pleasure she'd never been able to give herself. And sound she'd never heard before came out of her mouth and she lay her head back on the table, completely satiated.
Her legs relaxed their grip and he continued his thrusting once, twice, three times more before his movements became more jerks than thrusts and he let his whole weight press down on top of her. Both their bodies were completely relaxed, and she was very close to just fading away into dreamland.
The realization that they were in the kitchens, on top of a mini version of what was the Ravenclaw table, and anyone could come through the door made her push at him slightly to roll off her.
He rose up on his elbows and their eyes met again. There was a tenderness in his expression that she knew matched her own. It sent a tingle down her spine and arms, and a glow to her cheeks.
They kissed once more, gently and sweetly, each portraying no regret about what just happened.
He pulled back and then gave her one more short kiss before rolling to the side and shimmying up his trousers. She pulled on her own properly and sat up.
Harry was now standing awkwardly beside the table. She gave him a humorous smile and a shake of her head before sliding off the table top and pulling him to sit down on the bench beside her and dragging the carton of ice cream back in front of them, offering him the spoon once again.
He smiled warmly at her and accepted the spoon, wrapping one arm around her as he brought the treat to his mouth.
She tucked herself against his side and kissed his neck. He offered her a spoonful of the chocolate ice cream, and she let him feed it to her.
She could tell they both felt immensely better now.