Under the Birch Tree
On weekends, breakfast was served until 10 AM in the Great Hall. Harry and Ginny had agreed to meet at 9 AM in the common room to enjoy a bit of a lie-in, but Ginny got up early to shower, wash her hair, depilate, and trim. She didn't want to go all the way yet, but as Hermione had reminded her, they both could be quite impulsive, and she wanted to be ready just in case.
She took out the floral dress from her trunk and glanced over at Giselle Fortescue, who was awake but still lying in bed reading Witch Weekly.
"Giselle, could I borrow some of your makeup?" she asked shyly. "I promise I'll get some this summer."
Her words made all of her roommates look up expectantly.
"Do you have another hot date with Potter?" the brunette asked excitedly.
"It… could get hot…" Ginny replied hesitantly.
In an instant, her three roommates surrounded her and started debating how much eyeliner was appropriate. Ailan Li began to brush Ginny's hair. Ailan's lustrous black hair was as long as Ginny's, and she attributed its shine to her special hairbrush.
A few minutes later, Hermione walked in. She was a regular visitor to the fifth-year girls' dormitory and joined the others as if she were one of them. The night before, Ginny had confided in Hermione about how far along she and Harry were in their physical relationship and how her resolve was beginning to crumble. Thanks to her influence, the makeup was kept subtle, which suited a fresh-faced and athletic girl like Ginny.
"Show me your underwear?" Hermione demanded.
A puzzled Ginny opened her bathrobe to reveal she was wearing a white thong and bra.
"You cannot wear white knickers on a date, Ginny," Hermione huffed, shaking her head disapprovingly.
Ginny glanced down at herself, her brow furrowing. "Whyever not?"
Hermione was already rifling through her school trunk. "Because white knickers scream that you're boring in bed," she replied as if it were obvious.
Giselle, Ailan, and Kylen Fraser stared at each other with their mouths open. Only Ginny was aware of this side of Hermione in the entire school. The bushy-haired brunette retrieved one red set and one black set of knickers and bras. She raised the red one first.
"The red knickers suggest you're fiery and naughty." She then held up the black set. "The black knickers suggest you're naughty and freaky."
"Ehmm..." Ginny stammered.
"You're right," Hermione said, tossing the black set back into the trunk. "You shouldn't get freaky until you're much further along in your relationship."
An amused Ginny removed her underwear and put on the pair Hermione handed her. She got dressed while all the girls fussed about one detail or another.
"I'm done," Ginny exclaimed, relieved.
"Not quite," Hermione said, handing her a small perfume bottle from her pocket. "One drop behind each ear, one drop between your tits, and one drop on each wrist."
Ginny laughed out loud, but she followed Hermione's instructions. "Who knew that the mating ritual was so complicated."
"Rub your wrists together," Hermione instructed. "Now you're ready," she smiled when Ginny complied.
Ginny and her entourage walked to the stairs and looked down to the common room.
Harry was already waiting and beamed at Ginny as she descended the stairs. His smile, so full of warmth and affection, made Ginny's heart flutter. He wore a tight green tee shirt that showcased his lean, wiry torso and jeans that made Ginny's hands twitchy for another squeeze of his bum.
They went out for breakfast holding hands.
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After breakfast, the couple stopped to visit Hagrid, who was delighted by the news of Harry and Ginny's relationship. They then strolled through the grounds before ascending the hill that overlooked the lake. They discovered the picnic blanket already spread out beneath the birch tree, complete with a small table holding plates, glasses, and cutlery. Dobby must have cast a detection charm because he Apparated there the moment they reached the top of the hill.
"Welcome, Harry Potter and Ms Wheezy," he greeted them enthusiastically. The free house-elf placed a wicker basket and a large pitcher of iced lemonade on the table. He snapped his fingers twice, and almost immediately, a noticeable dome of magic formed around the summit of the hill before becoming invisible. "The repellent ward is set, Harry Potter. Call Dobby if you need anything else."
"Thank you, Dobby," Harry replied. "We will." After the house-elf had left, he turned to Ginny. "Would you like some lemonade?"
"Yes, please," Ginny responded.
She cast a cushioning charm on the tree trunk and, after removing her leather sandals, reclined against it with her legs extended and wiggled her toes. After Harry handed her the glass of lemonade, she tapped her lap lightly with her hand.
"Come lie down, Harry," she said.
He imitated his girlfriend, kicking off his trainers and taking off his socks before resting his head on her lap and letting out a satisfied sigh. It was a pleasantly warm, sunny day with a refreshing breeze blowing from the north. Scattered clouds drifted by, and visibility stretched for miles.
"What a beautiful day," he said.
"Yes, it is," she replied, caressing his adorable hair with one hand while sipping her lemonade with the other. "Look," she exclaimed, pointing towards the lake. "You can see the giant squid from here."
Harry waved, and to his surprise, the squid waved back. "Wow! I didn't realise it had such good eyesight."
Ginny continued to run her fingers through Harry's hair as they chatted, but just fifteen minutes later, she noticed that her boyfriend had fallen asleep. Observing his serene face and the gentle rise and fall of his chest, she couldn't find it in her heart to be angry with him.
"So much for a hot date," she chuckled.
She yawned and decided to lie beside him. Carefully, she moved her lap away and placed his head on the ground. She curled up next to him, resting her head on his chest as she drifted off to sleep.
Both Harry and Ginny experienced the most delightful dreams. Some dreams were filled with wild sexual debauchery, while others depicted a blissful family life, complete with a little troop of children.
Some forty minutes later, Harry's eyes fluttered open. He was surprised to find Ginny resting her head on his shoulder, an arm across his chest, and a bent leg draped over his abdomen. The warmth of her body and the delicate perfume she exuded were intoxicating.
The expression on her face was peaceful, and he could examine it at his leisure. He knew he was biased, but the exquisite perfection of her features still took his breath away. He had always been an ardent admirer of her nose and lips, but today, for the first time, he noticed that her eyelashes bore the same copper hue as her eyebrows. Her flawless complexion made him wonder if she used any magical creams to maintain it.
At that moment, Ginny took a deep breath and groaned as she slowly emerged from her sleep. Harry kissed her forehead.
"Wakey, wakey, sleepyhead," he urged her softly.
Her eyes began to flutter, and she tried to pull even tighter against his body. She groaned her disapproval, but a smile slowly formed on her lips as Harry covered the top of her head with soft kisses.
"Leave me alone," she protested sleepily, wishing to return to her pleasant dreams.
She opened her eyes, and the first thing she saw was Harry's emerald-green eyes staring into hers. She noticed that they seemed darker than usual for such a bright day. She took another deep breath and inhaled his clean, manly scent.
"Hmmm. You smell so good, Harry," she said, still struggling to wake up.
Her eyes were threatening to close again when they suddenly opened wide. Only then did she realise she was literally wrapped around Harry. His arm around her back prevented her from moving away.
"You smell even better, Ginny," he said in a low voice.
The sound of his mellow voice stirred something within her. She moaned and abandoned any attempt to pull away from him. Her hand slowly glided across his chest and abdomen over his tee shirt, feeling every ripple of his lean muscles. Her fingers searched for a way beneath his snug tee shirt and found one at the edge of the waistband of his jeans.
Her hand was now gliding over his bare skin, working up his hard abdomen, feeling the fibres of his muscles until he reached a small nipple. It was hard, and she tweaked it with her thumb and middle finger. She looked up at Harry, her eyelids heavy, and she stretched her neck toward him, lips slightly parted.
The kiss was pure fire, and it burned her entire body.
Harry's strong arms pressed her onto her back, and he ravished her neck before moving to kiss her bare shoulders. Simultaneously, his hand rested on her abdomen, slowly but surely moving upwards towards her chest over the cotton fabric of the floral dress.
Ginny immediately knew she wouldn't move a muscle to stop him.
His hand reached the bottom of her left breast and paused only briefly before the entire palm of his hand was cupping and kneading her breast. The lascivious moan that escaped her mouth seemed to encourage Harry. He copied her technique and flicked the nipple that protruded over the fabric with his thumb and middle finger. The pleasurable jolt it caused travelled straight to the warm area between her legs.
His greedy hand now wandered to her other breast, desperately seeking to slide under the fabric. Ginny's body demanded skin-to-skin contact. She reached to move the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and arched her back to lower the dress to her midriff, revealing her red bra to him.
Harry paused and gasped. Ginny saw his expression of awe as he stared at her chest and smiled. Their eyes briefly connected before he lowered his torso to kiss her nipples over the fabric of the bra. The jolt she felt made her press her thighs together.
"Take it off," Ginny pleaded, lifting her torso. "Please, take it off."
Harry had no clue how to unhook a woman's bra. He fumbled blindly with the hooks on her back, and miraculously, the bra came loose. He suspected some accidental magic was involved.
Harry's eyes widened, and his jaw dropped slightly. He had never seen anything more lovely than those firm, round alabaster mounds. Her retroussé breasts were surprisingly large for her frame, with delightful areolas and nipples riding high at the peak of the swell.
"Blimey, Ginny. They are absolutely beautiful," Harry whispered breathlessly.
"You really think so?" she asked, her insecurity incomprehensible to him.
Harry nodded, casting a reassuring glance into her eyes. "Yes," he replied fervently, taking off his green tee shirt before leaning in to kiss her lips. The contact of their bare chests made the passion of their kisses intensify quickly. He tried to calm himself and remember everything Sirius had taught him as one of his hands reached for her chest.
Ginny moaned into his mouth as he kneaded her breast, gradually increasing the force of his grip. Harry noticed that her nipples were rock hard, and he pushed her onto her back. He kissed his way down her neck, lingering at her pulse point before moving on with a light brush of his tongue. His hot breath was sending shivers down her spine, and her back became restless. It was sweet torture, but finally, his mouth reached one of her breasts while he firmly caressed the other with his hand.
His warm mouth moved slowly, ever so slowly, up the mound, alternating kisses and brushes of the tongue that left a pleasurable frisson in their wake. His mouth reached the peak of Ginny's breast, closing warmly around the nipple. He sucked it gently, letting his tongue do a circle around it. Gradually, he increased the intensity with which he sucked her tit until he captured her erect nipple with his teeth and bit down gently.
Ginny felt the walls of her pussy throb, and a wave of wetness soaked her knickers. Harry was driving her insane, sucking and biting her breasts to an ineffable point between pain and absolute pleasure. Her chest was heaving with shallow, irregular breaths, and something was building somewhere inside her. Her thighs were involuntarily pressing together, but it was not enough.
"Harry, I'm so close," she said between ragged breaths.
Harry had taken Sirius's lessons to heart. His godfather emphasised that he should build slowly, pay attention to the cues his lover's body gave him, and trust his instincts. He noticed Ginny's restless legs, desperately trying to create friction, and he followed his instincts.
Ginny felt Harry's hand go under her dress and slowly move up, caressing the inside of her thigh. She was frantic for release, and that made her shameless. The redhead didn't care if Harry felt how embarrassingly wet she was. All Ginny cared about was feeling the touch of his hand on that sweet spot that promised blissful relief.
"Please, Harry… please," she begged.
Harry's large hand easily cupped the entirety of her pussy over her moist knickers. He grasped it firmly, and all it took was a couple of tugs upward for an explosion of pleasure to wrack her body. Ginny's head dropped back, her eyes closed, and her mouth opened to let out a scream of pure ecstasy. Her body shook convulsively repeatedly until she felt herself sinking into the ground.
Still out of breath, her heavy eyelids struggled to open. Harry was looking at his hand, the one that had touched her, as if it were a foreign object. He closed his eyes and slowly raised his cupped hand to his nose. He took a deep, audible breath, and Ginny watched his head tilt back as his eyes rolled beneath his eyelids. Harry pulled his hand away from his face and exhaled with a low groan as he bit his lower lip.
A few seconds later, she saw him furrow his brow in obvious discomfort, and he reached down to adjust the raging erection within his jeans. Ginny glanced down at his crotch, and it was evident the jeans didn't have any more room for his arousal to grow. The sight of that bulge rekindled her arousal. She could not explain it, but she felt a deep-seated need within her for that part of him — a longing to be joined with him. She crawled towards Harry, pushing him onto his back and gently kissing his face, trailing up to his ear.
"I want to see it, Harry," she whispered sultrily.
"Huh?" he exclaimed, puzzled.
"Show me your cock," she clarified breathlessly.
Once Harry understood what she meant, he didn't need to be told twice. His hands reached down to undo his belt buckle while Ginny unfastened the zipper. He raised his hips to slide down his jeans while Ginny reached for the elastic of his boxers to pull them down.
Ginny gasped as Harry's liberated penis suddenly sprang up. It pointed straight up for a few seconds before slowly dropping back at the rhythm of his pulse until it was flat against his abdomen.
"Merlin, have mercy," she exclaimed, looking at her boyfriend.
Harry may have had a boyish face, but he possessed a man's cock.
Ginny kissed his lips, and the kiss deepened when her hand reached down to cup his warm testicles. She handled them carefully, moving his balls within their soft sack and eliciting a moan from Harry. Her hand slowly slid up the underside of the shaft until it reached the moist head. She looked down, attempting to wrap her small hand around the thick shaft as she made a first tentative stroke.
She looked up at him, but his eyes were closed. "Am I doing it right?" she asked.
"Yes, you are," he groaned, urging her on.
She continued stroking, watching in fascination the enticing pink head of his manhood and listening to the sounds she was eliciting from him. She noticed Harry slowly tilting back his head, and his mouth opened slightly. Wanton lust was coursing through her veins now. For the first time, the idea of sucking cock seemed not only appealing but desirable to her. She wanted to give him pleasure but was unsure of what he would think.
She looked back at the blissful expression on his face, and she kissed him below the ear.
"I'm a scarlet woman, Harry," she whispered guiltily.
"No, you're not," he replied, his voice strained.
"Yes, I am," she insisted.
Her hot breath on his ear and neck made Harry's body squirm. "Why?"
"Because I want to suck your cock."
Ginny immediately felt a throb on her hand, and Harry's face contorted into a strange expression that seemed somewhere between pain and ecstasy.
"I'm going to come," he proclaimed, somewhat disappointed. "Faster… faster, please."
Ginny strengthened her grip on the shaft and stroked him so fast that her hand became just a blur. Her brow furrowed in concentration, and she bit her lower lip as she intently observed his imposing penis. Harry groaned and arched his back, and seconds later, she felt a massive throb around her hand. A thick jet of spunk shot high into the air, followed by several more, each weaker than the last.
Harry was still in the throes of his post-orgasmic haze when Ginny leaned in to cover his face with kisses. "Was that good?" she asked.
"Yes, it was fantastic," he replied before laughing softly.
"What's so funny?" she inquired with a hint of annoyance.
"I'm such an idiot," he chuckled. "I've always wondered what it would feel like, but as soon as you said you wanted to suck my cock, I couldn't hold it back."
Ginny smiled mischievously. "Don't worry, Potter. Your peg A will make it into my hole C soon enough."
Harry raised his cupped right hand to his face, closed his eyes and took a deep breath. "I want to eat your pussy so bad, Ginny," he groaned. "It smells so good."
Ginny's breath caught. "I'll be looking forward to that," she said.
Harry raised himself into a sitting position, took her in his arms, and snogged her. "I could do it right now," he whispered into her ear.
A shudder went through Ginny's body. "Oh, Harry, if you do that, I won't be able to stop," she replied half-heartedly.
"So, don't," he pleaded as they continued kissing.
"Your cock is a little scary. I need to mentally prepare myself for that step, Harry." She looked down and was surprised to see his penis was already fully erect. "See what I mean?" she chuckled. "Blimey! It didn't take long for that thing to get hard again."
"I'm looking at an amazing pair of tits, Ginny," he explained apologetically. "I'm just a bloke like any other."
The heat of desire enveloped her again. They snogged heatedly, and soon Harry had her pinned on her back, caressing her breasts as her body writhed.
"I still want to suck your cock," Ginny whispered huskily into his ear.
"Brilliant…" he replied breathlessly.
"Take off your jeans."
Harry stood up and hurriedly removed his jeans completely. To his surprise, Ginny also stood up and, with her arms crossed, pulled the sundress over her head and tossed it aside.
They stared hungrily at one another. Ginny admired his lean, naked form, while Harry appeared to have his eyes focused on just one thing: her tiny red knickers.
Harry didn't think it was possible for his erection to get any harder, but he was wrong. He was so hard it hurt. "Ginny, you're going to kill me," he said, closing the distance between them.
They kissed ardently, their chests pressed together and their hands squeezing each other's bums. The heat Ginny was feeling was unbearable, and her resolve to wait a little longer before giving herself to Harry had disappeared. The hormones Hermione had warned her about were raging. One of his fingers followed the red string running between her arse cheeks and reached her burning, overflowing pussy. His finger made it under the swat of fabric and ran along the slit of her bare cunnie, making her entire body shudder.
Ginny remembered an illustration from one of Hermione's books. The position depicted was precisely what they required at that moment. "Lie down, Harry," she commanded.
Harry pulled back, surprised, but the fire in her blazing eyes allowed for no contradiction. He knelt on the picnic blanket and reclined on his back. He watched as she slid off her knickers with a wiggle of her hips and a shuffle of her feet. She grabbed them and tossed them at him, but Harry was too enthralled by her naked form to move a muscle. They landed squarely on his face.
Ginny laughed playfully. "I'm sorry," she apologised. "You were supposed to catch them."
"They landed in the right spot," he replied huskily. The red knickers were warm, wet and exuded the musky fragrance of her pussy. He reluctantly took them off his face to gaze at the stunning redhead standing above him. She looked as if she had stepped out of a picture book. The women in the Playboy magazines Dudley openly kept, with his parents' approval, paled in comparison to her.
Ginny's fiery red pubic hair was cut into a thick strip that extended from the hood of her clit to the top of her mons. The bare cunnie glistened with the juices seeping out of her narrow, pink slit. Her retroussé tits and nipples were proudly pointing toward the blue sky above them.
Ginny straddled him, facing his legs, and she carefully lowered herself, leaving her appetising pussy inches from his face. She took hold of his cock and moaned as she pressed the hot shaft against her face. The redhead kissed her way up the shaft until she was facing the pink, gleaming head. She tentatively extended her tongue out to capture some of the sticky wetness surrounding the head. When Ginny tasted it, she couldn't suppress a moan of approval and instinctively licked her lips. Her mouth opened, and she lowered her head until her mouth wrapped around the crown of Harry's cock.
On the other end, all Harry could initially do was stare. The sight before him was the stuff of dreams. Ginny's delightful, milky-white bum loomed above his face. Her pussy lips were slightly parted, and as he watched, a drop of her liquid arousal began to slowly escape from her pussy, held back by a stretching silvery thread. Harry knew that something that smelled so good had to taste just as good. There was a contraction of her vaginal walls, and the thread was cut. Harry extended his tongue and caught the drop of arousal. Only then did Harry realise he was salivating, and he slurped the drop into his mouth, confirming his suspicion about her taste. There was another contraction, and Ginny's cute arsehole winked at him. Unable to hold back anymore, he licked the length of her slit.
Neither of the young lovers had ever done anything like this before, but they were eager to pleasure each other and willing to learn. They began clumsily at first, but like all good Quidditch Seekers, they trusted their instincts.
Over the next few minutes, the raptures of pleasure they experienced were overwhelming. A chorus of moans and soft cries filled the air. Harry paused a moment to catch his breath and looked down between their torsos at Ginny. Her pert breasts jiggled as her head bobbed up and down, taking as much as she could of his cock into her mouth. Properly stimulated, Harry resumed licking and sucking her pussy with renewed enthusiasm.
Ginny could feel the heat of her face extending to her neck and chest. Harry was doing wonderful things to her clit, and she couldn't suck his cock anymore. All the redhead could do was moan, whimper and pant as she held on to his manhood for dear life. The licks and sucks of her clit were growing more robust, and she knew she was on the precipice of a gigantic orgasm. Her legs began to shake uncontrollably, her head tilted back, and then he sucked hard. She screamed Harry's name, followed by several obscenities as convulsions wracked her body. Ginny felt cum pour out of her pussy, and all strength abandoned her. She fell limp on top of Harry.
A minute later, or perhaps longer, she lay on her back, her chest still heaving as if she had just run a race. Her eyes struggled to open, and the first thing she saw was Harry's handsome face. Even though his face was coated with her cum, he wore a smile. The expression of pure, unadulterated love in his countenance filled her heart with joy.
Then she noticed that his cock was still hard and eager. An insatiable need, a desire, an urge coursed through her body. She needed him inside her like she needed the very air she breathed, and only that cock could satisfy that urgent need. She drew her legs back and spread them wide, offering her flower for him to cut.
"Make love to me, Harry. Fuck me, please," she begged.
Harry's eyes widened with surprise, but they became fixed on her pouting pussy lips. Lust and longing to be joined with her overwhelmed him. He advanced on his knees and positioned himself between her legs. He took hold of his penis to line it with her centre and looked up at her beautiful face.
"Be careful, love," Ginny said, betraying a hint of nervousness.
Harry's heart was pounding like a drum, and he swallowed nervously as he repositioned himself before her. Then he thought he heard voices approaching.
At first, he believed he had imagined them, but then he saw Ginny's eyes widen in horror as she sprang up, tugging one edge of the picnic blanket to cover herself.
"Shhhh," she shushed him, straining her neck to listen.
"You said you wanted to go to the top of the hill," a male voice called out.
"No, I'd rather not. Why don't we go over there instead? I don't want to walk all the way up there," a female voice responded.
"That's Romilda Vane," Ginny whispered.
"You're right. Let's go," the male voice concurred.
"And that's Jimmy Peakes," Harry said, putting on his boxer briefs.
They remained frozen for about a minute, listening with bated breath, but the conversation drifted further away. They crept slowly to the hill's edge, where Dobby's ward ended, and peered down the slope.
Jimmy Peakes was leaning back against a tree with his trousers around his ankles, and Romilda was on her knees sucking his penis. Seemingly satisfied with the job she had done, she stood up, lowered her knickers and bent at the waist with her hands against the tree as Jimmy lifted her skirt and positioned himself behind her.
"Oh, Gods," Ginny exclaimed, rolling her eyes as she pulled Harry away. "That girl is going to shag every boy in school at the rate she's going."
"Jimmy Peakes is only fourteen, isn't he?" he asked rhetorically, astonished.
"If they can get it up, that's good enough for Romilda," Ginny chuckled. "She started shagging in her second year when she turned thirteen."
The slapping sounds coming from below quieted Harry and Ginny into an awkward silence. Mercifully, it was over in less than two minutes. Romilda and Jimmy quickly dressed while bickering and then started walking back to the castle.
As they left, Romilda loudly complained about Jimmy's performance, her shrill voice drifting further away until it disappeared completely.
Ginny and Harry exchanged a glance, and a wordless conversation ensued. Harry could sense that the interruption had utterly destroyed the moment and ruined Ginny's mood and arousal.
"Why don't we grab some food and refreshments," he suggested.
Ginny flashed him a dazzling smile and impulsively dashed over to plant a grateful kiss on his cheek. As she pulled back, she wrinkled her nose and laughed.
"You reek of my pussy, Harry. You can't return to the castle like that," she said, reaching down for her discarded wand.
The young lovers cast cleaning and refreshing charms on themselves and their clothes before getting dressed. They sat on the blanket with a spread of sandwiches and cold cuts before them. Ginny took a long gulp of lemonade, almost emptying her glass in one swig.
"All that sucking and snogging made me thirsty," she remarked absent-mindedly. Her eyes widened as soon as she finished speaking, and she turned to check if Harry had noticed her words. He was already laughing, but he raised his hand to show her his empty glass of lemonade. Ginny joined him with that inimitable laugh he cherished so much.
After their refreshments, the couple lay down, looking at the sky and enjoying the cool breeze. Ginny reached for Harry's hand, holding it in hers.
"I'll make it up to you, Harry," she said, meeting his gaze. "Soon."
He smiled at her. "I'm looking forward to it, love."
Ginny turned sideways, supporting her upper body with one arm and running her short nails over his chest with the other.
"That was amazing, Harry," she said with an impish smile. "Either you've done this before, or you're naturally gifted at sex."
Harry chuckled and waggled his eyebrows. "What can I say? I'm a natural."
"Don't get too cocky, Potter. This was merely your OWL exam; next comes the big one, your NEWT," she said saucily.
"What grade did I get?" Harry asked, playing along.
"You receive a grade of Exceeds Expectations…"
"What?" Harry protested vehemently. "You were begging and screaming my name at the end. That should warrant a grade of Outstanding with distinction."
"Did I truly scream your name?" she asked, furrowing her brow.
"You certainly did," Harry replied smugly.
Ginny laughed. "I screamed so many different things that I can't even remember what I said."
She continued to lazily trace her fingers on his chest. "What grade do I get?"
"Outstanding on the handjob and Incomplete on the blowjob," Harry said with mock severity.
"Not fair!" she whinged. "You're worse than Snape."
"I stand by my grading," Harry responded, fighting back a chuckle.
Ginny bit her lower lip and smiled playfully at him. "Will you allow me to retake the test some other time, Professor Potter?"
"As many times as you need, Ms Weasley," Harry answered, finally cracking up.
They stayed silent for a while, gazing at the clouds. A large dark cloud obscured the sun.
Harry squeezed her hand. "Sometimes, I wish we could just run away somewhere far from here, a place where we could live our lives in peace," he said, sadness lacing his voice.
Despite the leap her heart took when he said he wished to run away with her, a tear threatened to spill from Ginny's eyes. A premonition darker than the cloud above weighed heavily on her heart. The long sunny days would soon be over, and Harry would be taken from her, a reality she couldn't escape. She desperately clung to hope.
"I love you, Harry," she said, fighting back tears. "I love you with all my heart. Unconditionally."
Harry turned to face her. "I love you too, Ginny." A pained expression crossed his face. "No matter what happens, always remember that I love you. Forever."
The sun emerged from behind the cloud as their lips met. Their kisses were chaste and pure, a manifestation of the spiritual bond that had formed between them.
An hour later, the young lovers strolled back to the castle. Ginny rested her head against his shoulder as Harry wrapped an arm around her back. They walked in silence, lost in their thoughts and shared apprehension about the days to come.
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