A Night to Remember
Ginny soon realised that being Harry Potter's girlfriend attracted a great deal of unwanted attention and inappropriate personal questions. While she could easily dismiss the brazen inquiries from girls she barely knew by telling them it was none of their business, she felt it was appropriate to share some details with her roommates and Hermione as a way of expressing gratitude for their unwavering support. She hinted that she and Harry had not yet gone all the way but had gotten pretty close, leaving the rest to their imagination.
On Wednesday, Professor Slughorn called her aside after Potions class to express his wholehearted approval of the relationship between his two favourite Slug Club members. That same evening, Romilda Vane cornered her in the library as she was finishing her revision. Ginny groaned, knowing that a conversation with her was unlikely to be a pleasant experience. It was common knowledge that Romilda was determined to shag Harry at any cost, and her brother had almost paid with his life for it.
"Hello, Weasley. May I have a word with you?" Romilda asked.
Ginny was initially surprised by Romilda's polite tone and guardedly gazed at the fourth-year girl. "What do you want, Vane?"
"I just wanted to ask you a question…" Romilda continued with evident curiosity in her voice.
"What?" Ginny interrupted brusquely, fearing where the conversation was heading.
Romilda looked around to make sure no one was listening. "Is it true that Harry has a Hippogriff tattoo on his chest?" she inquired quite seriously.
Ginny blinked several times, her mouth slightly open in disbelief before bursting out laughing. Romilda glared indignantly at the redhead.
"No, Romilda," she said between snorts, struggling to contain her laughter. "He has a tattoo of a Hungarian Horntail dragon."
"Are you serious, or are you taking the mickey out of me?" Romilda demanded angrily.
Ginny's demeanour immediately changed to one of complete sincerity. "Of course I'm serious. Why would I lie about something like that? It's right in the middle of his chest."
Romilda looked dubious for only a moment. "That actually makes sense," she remarked, her eyes lighting up. "Have you shagged him already?"
"If I had, you would be the last to know," Ginny replied with evident contempt. "Stay away from him, Romilda," she warned as she stormed out of the library.
To be honest, she had been thinking about making love with Harry quite frequently that week. The lustful desire she felt to be joined with him filled her with both shame and excitement. The pleasure he had made her experience had exceeded even her most optimistic expectations, and now she found herself wondering what new paroxysms of bliss she might reach during the act itself.
However, Hermione was a relentless taskmaster when it came to revision and hardly allowed Ginny a moment's respite from her studies. She insisted that Ginny and Harry would have plenty of time to relax and enjoy themselves once the OWLs were finished. Although Ginny had always excelled in her classes despite not being the most studious pupil, her competitive nature drove her to aim to surpass her brother's OWL scores, and she was committed to putting in the necessary effort. She and Harry still snogged whenever they found a bit of privacy and even exchanged the occasional intimate touch, but that now felt utterly inadequate. They both longed for much more.
By Friday evening, the unresolved sexual tension between the young couple had everyone's nerves on edge. Ginny had a small quarrel with Hermione when she firmly told her bushy-haired friend that there would be no revising over the weekend. Meanwhile, Harry brusquely informed Ron that he had no interest in playing chess on Friday night.
On Friday evening, after a delicious dinner, Harry and Ginny decided to take a leisurely stroll outside without a specific destination in mind. As they walked and chatted about various subjects, they unexpectedly found themselves heading toward the Quidditch pitch. Although it was half past seven, there was still ample daylight, with the sun set to shine for a couple more hours at this time of year. They sat on a small promontory next to the changing rooms that provided a clear view of the stands adorned with colourful banners. The pitch was now covered in lush grass, a sign of the warmer weather.
Several couples were wandering about the grounds searching for secluded spots for a snog and more, but none were in their vicinity, allowing Harry and Ginny to indulge their need to embrace and kiss each other. When they finally came apart, Ginny placed a hand on the back of her neck and rolled it around, producing an audible crepitus as her vertebrae popped and cracked.
"Blimey, Ginny," Harry exclaimed with a chuckle. "You're really tense."
"It's been a long week," Ginny complained. "Too much studying and too little time with you, love. To top it all off, I have my first three OWL exams next week."
Harry stood up and extended his hand towards her. She accepted it, and he pulled her up, leading her toward the changing rooms.
"Where are we going?" Ginny asked, squeezing his hand.
"You need a massage to relieve all those muscle knots in your neck," Harry replied, concern evident in his voice.
"Aren't the changing rooms locked after the Quidditch season?"
"I'm the team captain, so I have access all year long," Harry explained, taking out his wand once they stood before the doors. "Privilegium ducis."
The changing room doors opened, and the magical lamps inside lit up. Once inside, Harry closed the doors behind him.
"Take off your top and lie down on the massage table," Harry instructed. "I'll get the oils and supplies."
Harry rummaged through the cabinets, not paying any attention to Ginny, and gathered a set of basalt massage stones, aromatic oils and towels. When he turned around, he gasped.
Ginny lay face down on the massage table, completely naked. Her school uniform and underwear had been haphazardly tossed onto the bench against the wall. Harry exhaled as his eyes slowly moved down her toned back and up the swell of her lovely bum. They followed the sudden descent to the back of her thighs and the gentle raise of her calves, ending at her dainty feet. She rested her head sideways on her crossed arms with her eyes closed.
"You're a cheeky minx, Weasley," Harry said, amused.
Ginny chuckled, and a smile lingered on her face while her eyes remained closed.
Harry poured a few drops of aromatic oil onto Ginny's neck and shoulder blades before casting a warming charm on his hands.
"Take slow, deep breaths," Harry instructed in an almost hypnotic, low voice.
With his thumbs, he applied pressure at the ends of each shoulder blade, running them towards her spine and up her neck, pausing briefly before gliding them back down to the shoulder blades to apply more pressure. After repeating the motion several times, he kneaded her trapezius muscle, eliciting a moan of relief from Ginny.
"I need to work on your levator scapulae muscles. They're located on the side of your neck, so could you please turn sideways?" Harry requested. "Keep your breathing slow and deep."
Ginny complied quietly, turning away from him.
Once more, Harry worked with his thumbs, moving obliquely from the shoulder blade up the side of her neck, stopping at various points to apply pressure to the muscle knots, and concluding at the base of the skull.
"Now turn to the other side," Harry said in a husky voice.
Ginny complied silently again, even though this time she would be exposing herself to him. Harry glanced at her firm, delectable breasts and her fiery red pussy as his penis began to stir in his trousers. He took a deep breath to regain his concentration and followed the same procedure on the other side of her neck.
"You can lay face down again," he instructed. "I'm going to place a couple of heated stones on your neck and more down your back as I continue."
"Uh Hum," Ginny hummed drowsily as she complied.
After performing an Incendio spell on the basalt stones and checking their temperature, he carefully positioned two stones along the length of Ginny's neck. Then he poured a trail of aromatic oil down the middle of her spine all the way to the top of her bum.
Harry's hands worked their way down Ginny's back, remembering the name and location of each muscle as he placed heated stones on them and along the middle of her spine. As he reached her lower back, he discovered more knots to address, kneading and applying pressure with his fingers to relieve them until he reached the top of her bum.
"Are we done?" Ginny asked sleepily.
"No. I'm going to continue down your legs," Harry replied in the mellow voice that drove Ginny barmy. "We'll let the heated stones work on your back."
"Brilliant," she exclaimed breathlessly.
After pouring a few drops of oil on her bum cheeks and the back of her legs, Harry performed the warming charm on his hands and got to work. He began to knead both of Ginny's gluteus maximus quite firmly, his fingers sometimes sinking into the crack between them, at other times even brushing her bare cunnie.
Ginny's eyes opened wide, fully alert now, but instead of protesting, she moaned and closed them again. His hands were working down and moving in, getting closer and closer to her centre. His touch wasn't overtly sexual, but Ginny found it arousing nonetheless. He reached the back of her thighs and used his thumbs to apply pressure as he kneaded the muscles and tendons in the back of her legs.
Harry reached her feet, and he pressed his thumb hard against the sole of each foot, sliding along the plantar fascia and driving Ginny to the very edge of pain but eliciting an unmistakable moan of pleasure.
Harry looked up and saw Ginny's bare cunnie perfectly framed between her bum cheeks and the gap between her thighs. The pink and symmetrical pussy lips pouted as her vaginal walls contracted involuntarily. Harry's cock was now uncomfortably confined within his trousers. He loosened the knot of his uniform tie, pulled his shirt off over his head, and tossed it aside.
"I'm now going to work my way up to your back and remove the stones," Harry explained, his voice slightly strained by his arousal.
As he spoke, he unbuckled his trousers' belt and let them drop to his ankles. Kicking off his shoes, Harry stepped out of his trousers to take off his socks. Once he was naked, he began to massage his way up her legs.
When Ginny heard the sound of the metal belt buckle hitting the ground, it triggered another contraction of her vaginal walls. She struggled to maintain slow, deep breaths. With each inch that Harry's hands travelled up her legs, her breathing grew quicker and more shallow. She could feel her pussy getting wetter.
Harry was now kneading Ginny's bum cheeks, and he intentionally let his hands and fingers slide along the already slippery narrow slit of her cunnie. Her moans gained urgency, but he was concentrated enough on the massage that he wasn't fully erect. He calmly removed the stones from Ginny's back, set them aside, and wiped away any excess oil with a towel.
"We're done," Harry announced, standing beside the massage table.
Ginny raised herself and sat up, facing Harry with her legs dangling over the side of the table. She gazed into his green eyes, and then her brown eyes slowly wandered down his torso until they reached his semi-rigid cock. She looked back up into his eyes with a playful smile.
"Are we?" she inquired with a smirk. Ginny spread her legs and reached with an arm to pull Harry toward her for a kiss. When their chests made contact, she wrapped her legs around his waist, and her hands reached for the back of his head.
It was a slow and loving kiss but also full of desire. Ginny dug her fingers into Harry's hair as his hand caressed the nape of her neck. As the kiss grew more heated, she reached down between their bodies to take hold of Harry's penis, eliciting a moan from both. Harry reached with one hand for her breasts and tweaked a nipple. Ginny's head dropped back as she exhaled with a whimper, allowing Harry to ravish her neck.
It only took a few strokes for his meaty length to harden in Ginny's hand. Harry's hot breath on her neck sent shivers racing across her skin. Her entire body was ablaze with desire and need.
"I want you, Harry," the redhead whispered between ragged breaths. "Make love to me."
"Are you sure?"
"Now's not the time to be a noble prat, Harry," she replied, kissing him on the mouth and neck. "I need you," Ginny added before laying back and spreading her legs wide.
The massage table wasn't too big, but they were both slim, so Harry had no trouble positioning himself between her legs. He stared momentarily at her engorged, dripping cunnie and took a deep breath to calm himself. He was determined not to rush. He gazed into her dark, heavy-lidded eyes, and her expression softened.
"I love you," she said softly.
Harry's heart swelled with such joy that he thought it might burst. He bent down to kiss her slightly parted lips. "I love you too, Ginny."
Harry reached down and slid his penis along the slit of her cunnie to gather some of her abundant and slippery liquid arousal. Then he pressed it against her opening, but he wasn't at quite the right spot. Ginny reached down and pressed the head of his penis a little lower against her pussy lips.
"There," she said faintly before closing her eyes and biting her lower lip.
Ginny's maidenhead had been torn many years ago during a flying accident, but she still couldn't suppress the cry of pure pain that escaped her lips when her pussy was distended to its limit for the first time. Harry stroked slowly and gently in and out of her, but the first few strokes still made her cry with pain. Then, with surprising quickness, the pain disappeared, and pleasure incrementally began to radiate from her centre with every thrust of his hips. Her eyes opened wide with surprise. Every girl she had ever heard talking about their first time around school had conditioned her to have very low expectations of the event. At that moment, Harry thrust his cock even deeper into her, and a deep, low moan of absolute pleasure escaped her lips.
Harry's body was pressed closely against hers, although he supported his weight on his bent arms. He lowered his head to kiss her, and their tongues danced in each other's mouths to the rhythm of their movements. Ginny's hips also began to move, and she crossed her ankles under his bum cheeks, encouraging him to go deeper as she moaned and whimpered.
"Oh, Harry," she said breathlessly, unable to open her eyes. "It feels so good."
"Yes," Harry concurred, groaning with pleasure. "Your pussy is so tight and wet."
Ginny would have thought it physically impossible a few minutes ago, but when she felt his balls bounce against her bum, a feeling of completeness threatened to overwhelm her emotions. She embraced him with all her strength, like a Weasley woman, and kissed him hard on the lips. They were truly one now.
Ginny had carried the flame of her love for Harry in her heart for many years. That love often seemed unreachable, even impossible, yet the flame within her heart refused to die. She had attempted to extinguish it, to suppress it by dating other boys, but nothing and no one could ever remove Harry from her heart now. He would remain there forever.
The redhead suddenly realised their lovemaking had been going on for much longer than she had ever imagined. Wasn't Harry supposed to come almost immediately his first time? His hips, though, were still moving slowly and gently. They began to get restless as the sounds of pleasure Ginny was making became louder. The volume of her verbal encouragement was gradually increasing.
"Gods! It's so deep inside me, Harry," she said as her chest began to heave.
Harry's movements became more forceful and irregular. He groaned, and Ginny felt one big throb inside her. His brow furrowed.
"No… no," he said with a disappointed expression. He pulled out, rising to his knees and holding his cock hard on his closed right hand, when suddenly a thick rope of cum shot out of it, flying several inches above Ginny's head. "No!" he repeated, pointing his penis away from her as more strings of milky cum shot out his cock.
Ginny rose, alarmed, and embraced him. "What's wrong, love? Tell me."
Harry looked devastated. "I wanted you to come," he said guiltily. "I was trying to make it stop."
Ginny's concerned expression transformed into one of loving admiration. "It's our first time, love. I wasn't expecting to have an orgasm," she said, cupping his cheek and kissing his lips. "Not at all," she added, tenderly caressing his face. "Still, I was quite close, which, if what all the girls at school say is true, is rather remarkable."
Harry still seemed disappointed. "I'll make it up to you. I promise."
"I know you will." Ginny chuckled. He looked into his eyes and then down at his crotch. His penis had lost only a little of its size and rigidity. "You're a strapping young man, Harry. I bet you're quite virile."
"Why is that?" he laughed.
"We're both ruled by the sun, remember? We're both hot and fiery," she replied sultrily.
Harry watched, amazed, as Ginny bent down, grasped the base of his penis with one hand, and took the rest into her mouth. Harry groaned, and his head dropped back as she began to suck his cock.
Ginny quickly realised his tangy cum didn't taste as good as his pre-cum, but his moans of pleasure more than made up for the difference. In a matter of seconds, he was as hard as a Beater's bat. She placed several sucking kisses on the head of his penis before looking up at him.
"This time, I want you to come inside me, Harry," she said lustily.
Harry gently pushed her upper body down until she lay on her back. He went down between her parted legs and began to feast on the sweet taste of her arousal and on the potent but pleasant scent of her pussy. He placed a trail of gentle kisses along the length of her slit. Her pussy lips were still red from the stretching they had recently endured. He moved up the slit until he was faced with the small pink button protruding below its hood. He kissed it, licked it, and finally sucked it until Ginny's whole body writhed and undulated amid moans of pleasure.
Harry cruelly denied her an orgasm. He wanted to make her come with his cock, so he rose to his knees, placed her ankles on his shoulders, and after lining up their hips, slowly impaled her. Ginny's face contorted between pain and pleasure.
"Aaahhh, Harry. YES!"
Harry began slowly again, keeping a steady pace until Ginny's moans and whimpers became more frequent. Her pussy clung tightly around his cock, but she was so wet it slid easily inside her. Harry watched her beautiful face, her eyes tightly closed, as it cycled through a myriad of expressions of pleasure. He gradually increased the pace and force of his thrusts, determined to make her come. All his anxiety and fear of bollixing this up had disappeared.
"It's so good, Harry," she groaned and moaned. "Your cock feels so bloody good inside me."
Ginny's face was flushed, and her hips were now moving to meet his thrusts. Her body became restless, and her hands looked for something to hold onto until she found a towel, and her fist closed around it. Her whimpers and moans reached a crescendo, and with her other hand, she covered her mouth in a vain effort to stop her loud cries of pleasure.
"I'm going to come," she said, frantic. "Fuck me, Harry. Fuck me, please!"
Pure lust was running through Harry's veins. His green eyes focused on her perky tits, which were bouncing to the cadence of his hips. He gritted his teeth and set a blistering pace, making his hips collide with Ginny's bum. The slapping sounds of flesh hitting flesh echoed throughout the room.
Ginny knew she was on the brink, and the last constraints of her lust fell by the wayside. Her eyes opened, and they blazed at him. "Yes, yes... Like that… Don't stop!" she yelled wantonly. She again tried to cover her mouth but couldn't quell her cries of ecstasy. "FUCK. FUCK. I'M COMING, HARRY. I'M COMING!"
Ginny's body began to tremble, and her pussy clenched repeatedly around his cock. The redhead's eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her mouth opened in a silent scream before her body momentarily went limp. Harry still needed more time, though, and he kept fucking her through her orgasm. Ginny opened her eyes, and she felt another orgasm rapidly building within her. Both her hands reached for her wildly bouncing tits, and she tweaked her hard nipples, sending ripples of pleasure through her body. Harry's eyes were unfocused, and a sheen of sweat covered his wiry torso. She raised her head a little and looked down between their bodies at the point where his manhood forcefully disappeared inside her body. Her head tilted back again, and she screamed the only words her brain could generate. "YES, YES, YES!"
Her pussy was getting railed, and Merlin forgive her; she loved it.
That realisation pushed her over the edge, and her body began to tremble and convulse even more violently than before. At the same time, Harry grunted, and she felt his cock throbbing inside her. His thrusts slowed with each new throb, each accompanied by a low grunt until he was still.
Ginny removed her ankles from his shoulder as he gradually sank towards her, their sweaty chests meeting. He still bore most of his weight on his arms, even though he was breathing as if he had just completed a race. Ginny enveloped him in a fierce embrace, crossing her ankles under his bum and kissing his face.
"Oh, Harry," she said, fighting back tears of happiness. "That was better than I ever dreamed it could be."
He chuckled. "Same here," Harry replied.
Harry's penis was going limp, and Ginny was amazed at the pleasurable sensation she felt when it slowly slid out of her pussy. It was as if a plug had been removed, and she felt both her cum and his cum pouring out and running down her taint and arse.
The table was narrow, but there was enough space for them to lie side by side, facing each other. They gazed lovingly into each other's eyes, thinking about how this momentous act of shared love would change everything between them. Gradually, their agitated breathing settled down.
Ginny noticed that her wand lay on the floor next to her uniform skirt, but she had neither the desire nor the energy to get up just yet. She grabbed the towel she had held onto and used it to clean the copious cum between her legs and arse. Once she finished, Ginny silently offered the towel to Harry, who took it and also dried himself.
"I like boys who keep their promises," Ginny said with a mischievous smile.
"Huh," Harry replied, still lost in thoughts about the last hour.
"You promised to make it up to me when you climaxed and I didn't, and you delivered on that promise. Twice," she explained with a grin.
Harry smiled sweetly at her. "It was my pleasure."
They both chuckled.
"You really do have a talent for sex," Ginny said introspectively. "The way that my mother described it, this should have been one of the most unpleasant experiences of my life."
Harry laughed. "Do I earn an Exceeds Expectations or an Outstanding, Professor Weasley?"
"Definitely an Outstanding," Ginny replied in a low, husky voice, with a flash of lust in her eyes.
"You were outstanding also," Harry said fondly, cupping her cheek and pecking her lips.
"I didn't do much. You were doing all the work, Harry," she protested.
"You did provide encouragement…"
"Oh Gods!" Ginny interrupted, blushing prettily with embarrassment. "Please don't tell anyone I'm a screamer."
Harry laughed heartily. "I knew you would be."
Ginny pushed his shoulder, pretending to be offended. "How come?"
"As you said, we're both hot and fiery, remember?"
"You didn't say much," Ginny observed.
Harry's green eyes bore into her. "I assure you, Ginny. I might not have said much, but inside, I was burning and screaming just as much as you," he said in his lowest, mellowest voice.
Harry pulled her into a long snog, their hands exploring their backs and bums. She moaned when she felt his warm penis quickly growing and poking her legs.
"It feels like that cock wants my pussy again," she whispered hotly into his ear. "I knew you were a virile boy."
Harry glanced at the clock on the wall, and Ginny followed his gaze. It was ten minutes to nine, which meant they still had just over an hour before curfew. He reached down and cupped her cunnie. "Are you wet enough?"
She squirmed at his touch. "Oh, Harry, you make me so bloody wet." She moved her leg against his penis and chuckled. "Your cock is almost wet enough for both of us."
For the next forty minutes, the young couple made sweet, gentle love punctuated by periods of frenetic fucking. Harry was just as surprised by his stamina as Ginny was. He seemed to know just the right moment to pause to avoid reaching an orgasm. They cycled through various sexual positions, and Ginny discovered which one was her favourite.
"Turn around and lift that sweet bum of yours in the air," Harry requested. "I want to take your pussy from behind."
They were both eager to learn new things, so it didn't take the enthusiastic couple long to figure out how to go about it. Once Ginny was in position, she glanced back and saw Harry staring at her bum with unabashed admiration. He kissed each of her bum cheeks and added a kiss to her cunnie for good measure. After making sure she was ready, Harry buried his cock inside her and proceeded to give her the ride of her life.
The marvellous sensation of her pussy being split apart, stretched, and filled from behind made her reach new heights of blissful pleasure. He was in deeper than he had ever been when Ginny lost all restraint.
"HARDER. HARDER, PLEASE!" she pleaded, and Harry complied.
How long the pounding of her pussy lasted, Ginny wasn't sure, but she was sure she came three times in quick succession before Harry finally climaxed and filled her with a prodigious amount of cum.
Five minutes later, they were still in each other's arms, exchanging kisses and catching their breaths.
"You're multi-orgasmic," Harry observed evenly. "How many times did you come?"
"I don't know. I lost count," Ginny replied bashfully, almost embarrassed. Her intensity in bed surprised even her. She feared Harry would think she was too slutty and too vociferous during sex.
Harry embraced her tightly and kissed her forehead. "You were brilliant, Ginny. I love you… more than ever."
She buried her face in his chest, beaming with joy. She could stay like this forever, wrapped in his warm, protective embrace.
Harry seemed to be reading her mind. "We must go back," he said.
Ginny looked at the clock. They had a little over twenty minutes to return to the common room. "I need to take a quick shower," she said, chuckling. "You put me through a workout, Harry."
He laughed. "I need a shower too. Let's go," Harry replied, extending his hand."
They took a quick shower together, wishing they didn't have to rush through it. After getting dressed and drying her hair, Ginny took a step and winced. She was starting to feel sore, and walking was becoming rather uncomfortable. The redhead knew it would only get worse from there.
"I can't go to the common room like this," a panicky Ginny exclaimed. "Everyone will know we shagged!"
Harry enveloped her in a comforting hug. "It's all right, Ginny. I'll fetch a potion from the medicine cabinet," he said soothingly.
Ginny melted into his embrace. In her panic, she had forgotten that the changing rooms contained a medicine cabinet for treating minor injuries, as well as aches and pains. Ginny drank one of the analgesic potions Harry gave her and saved the other for the following day. The couple returned to Gryffindor Tower and made it through the portrait hole with just two minutes to spare.
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No one noticed anything was amiss when Ginny Weasley entered the Gryffindor common room with her boyfriend. However, Hermione Granger was not just anyone. Although the bushy-haired witch was almost two years older than Ginny, the redhead was her best female friend. In fact, she was her only female friend. Hermione noticed not only that Ginny's face was radiant, but also that there was something off about the way she walked.
Then Hermione had an epiphany: Ginny Weasley had been deflowered.
On weekends, the common room was usually crowded until late into the night, and tonight was no exception. Hermione watched as Harry and Ginny cheerfully made small talk with their friends and roommates. Ron was attempting to persuade Harry to join him and Neville in a chess game, while Ginny's roommates were urging her to join them for a game of Truth or Dare in the sixth-year girls' dormitory with Lavender Brown and Parvati Patil.
Ginny spotted Hermione and gave her a small wave along with a bright smile. At the same time, she continued to make excuses for not joining her roommates, enduring their good-natured teasing about not wanting to spend even a minute away from Harry. Once they had left, Ginny stood on her tiptoes to whisper something into Harry's ear, kissed his cheek, and made her way to the girls' dormitory. Hermione dashed after her and caught up on the staircase to the fifth-year dormitory. Ginny's discomfort became more apparent as they ascended the stairs.
"Are you all right?" Hermione asked, her voice laced with genuine concern. "Did he hurt you?"
Ginny frowned at her. "How could you think Harry would ever intentionally hurt me?"
Hermione had the decency to look ashamed. They entered the empty dormitory, kicked off their shoes, and sat on Ginny's bed.
"Are you sure you want to know about this?" the redhead asked. "I don't want to make things awkward between you and Harry."
Hermione's eyes widened. "God, no!" She paused, and her expression softened. "I just want to know you're all right."
Ginny leapt forward and enveloped her friend in a tight embrace. Tears of joy streamed down her cheeks as she laughed. "Yes, I'm more than all right. It was wonderful, Hermione. There are no words to describe it!"
Hermione also laughed and cried as she hugged the redhead. "I'm so happy for you, Ginny. For you and Harry." After the two friends had dried their tears, Hermione continued, "Are you sore? Would you like me to get you some analgesic potion?"
"No, Harry has already given me some. He even gave me one for tomorrow morning," Ginny added with a dreamy smile. "He's so considerate."
"I know. Harry always puts everyone else before himself…"
"Even in bed," Ginny interjected with a laugh.
Hermione looked horrified and covered her ears, but her friend's laughter was infectious. "Stop it, Ginny!"
The two friends reclined against the headboard side by side, talking about their dreams and hopes late into the night. They consciously avoided the grim reality that hung over them like Damocles' sword. For tonight, at least, they didn't allow the impending war and the uncertainty it would bring to cloud their happiness.
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