Title: I Hate Harry Potter
Challenge: Chastity
Summary: Ginny Weasley is tired of waiting for her boyfriend.
Rating: R for language and sexual situations… just to be careful.
Genre: Comedy, Romance
I hate Harry Potter.
Not because I’m an angry supporter of the deceased Tom Riddle, nor am I a pissed off Ministry official because he still doesn’t give a damn and I certainly am not a fan that hasn’t gotten her letters replied to.
Oh no… I’m Harry Potter’s bloody girl friend. I’m Ginny Weasley and I hate him.
I hate him.
I’ve hated him for roughly a year now. But the entire time was not spent dwelling on the same reasons. At the beginning I hated him for leaving me at the burrow without a goodbye, only Hedwig and a hastily written note with no apology to wake up to. Then I hated him when he didn’t show up to Hogwarts on September 1st and when I headed up to my dorms I had a box of chocolate frogs and a piece of paper with the note ‘Be careful, for me.’. I ripped it up. The fact that Harry Potter had the nerve to send me that note made me hate him the most. I was alone, more alone than any Weasley child had ever been. I had no siblings and I barely had friends because nearly everyone I cared about was fighting a war and only about one hundred students showed back up for term. Everybody was afraid, but I was pissed.
Then came Christmas, which we had at Hogwarts because the Order was in shambles and Tom was kicking everybody’s ass, nobody had heard from the trio of idiots and Hogwarts was the safest place. Harry showed up in the early morning hours of Christmas day. He was tired, desperate, dirty and completely adorable. I did the only thing I knew what to do, because all I had was hateful words for him. So we had sex and I hated him even more the next morning when he left without saying goodbye; again, all I got was a ‘Forgive me.’ I had Neville dress up like Harry, and then I kicked his ass. It was very therapeutic.
So I struggled through spring, taking private lessons with McGonagall and staying up late with Neville and Luna, doing everything we could to stay alive. And I hated Harry every time I was in the Headmistress’ office and Fawkes appeared with a pop because I knew each feather held some sort of message; a message that was not for me. Harry Potter sucked.
So when McGonagall fled the castle on a late night in June, with every Hogwarts professor in tow. And it was hate for Harry and the war and everything else in the world that propelled me to drag Neville and Luna out of the castle and to Godric’s Hollow. And we fought and then we fought some more. And then we won.
Harry won and mostly everything went back to normal. We all mourned for the lost and then we moved on with our lives; Bill and Fleur had kids, Mom and Dad moved back into the Burrow, the Ministry pulled their heads out of their arse, Tonks and Remus got married, Hogwarts had plenty of students enrolled for the following term and we all returned to Hogwarts. Well, most of us. Hermione forced Ron to come back for their 7th year to join me. Harry, however, did not return; even though we were back together and completely in love. I couldn’t get him to come back.
This brings me to why I hate him now: I hate Harry Potter because he refuses to shag me.
Any normal boy would jump all over me the instant he saves the world from eternal damnation. But all Harry does is keep his prick in his pants. Honestly…
Seriously.
I’m not a slag. I’ve been waiting for Harry Potter since I was eleven. I’ve tried to be nice about it, letting him set his own pace. But I can’t wait anymore, every witch has needs. But I’ve sought counsel and I am very confident that I can crack him; I’m not the only Weasley girl for nothing. I’ve learned much from my older brothers and have you met my mother? So Harry Potter can bring it on, but his chastity is shot.
*
I’ve tried to be good… but now I’m in trouble, Weasley trouble. I may be the boy who destroyed Voldemort but I am no match for Ginny Weasley on her game. I haven’t been avoiding her, I’ve just been trying my hardest to keep from shagging her senseless. She’s frustrated, I understand. Does she think I’m not? I’ve been wanking every time I go home after spending time with her, but I made a promise and I won’t break it. I have plans.
It was a trap and I fell right into it, you’d think I would be able to recognize an elaborate set up but I blindly led myself into the den of the enemy. It looked innocent enough, until she tied me up and took off her outer robe. There stood Ginny Weasley in tiny, lace underwear with a matching bra in this emerald green color. She was still wearing her stockings… and her Hogwarts issued shoes. I know. Luckily there was a disturbance in the common room, and being Head Girl, she had to go. I was saved.
Which brings me to now, still dressed in my muggle shirt and trousers, magically tied to the bed. You’d think I’d be able to cast a wandless spell and run, but I guess my heart just isn’t in it. I mean, she is coming back and she does look bloody brilliant.
The blood rushes through me ears as soon as I hear her foot steps on the stairs and I can’t help but feel my body tense. When the portrait finally opens, I can hardly breathe because her hair has fallen out of her clip and she looks like an angel… except for the manic gleam in her eye and the way she’s walking toward me like I’m prey.
“Harry, do you know why you’re here?” Ginny’s a bit close for comfort, peeling her dressing gown off and letting the silk material float off down my thigh. I can’t help but notice the way she smirks when I shiver. I’m doomed.
“Well-”
“You’re here because you’re killing me, Harry.” Her breasts are glorious. “I’ve been giving you all the right signals. I’ve been begging you to shag me since we’ve gotten back together, and I’m tired of waiting.”
She’s sitting on my stomach now, her creamy thighs are aching to be touched and each and every freckle is begging me to kiss it. But Ginny is clearly in control. But my hands are twitching and I can feel the heat pool in my groin. She is truly unbelievable, and a bit scary.
“I know you want to Harry, I’m not a prat.” Merlin. She’s stretching across me; her hands seem to be everywhere and trailing all sorts of fire in their wake. I can’t breathe when she trails her lips across my cheek like that.
“Harry,” she’s found my ear and I swear to all the Headmasters that have graced this school that this has never happened in their Head room before. “Shag me… please.”
It’s my undoing.
Ginny is crushing her lips to mine in the most unchaste way- ever. I want to swallow her whole, her tongue tangles with mine as she racks her fingernails down my chest. Did I just moan? But it doesn’t matter because she’s mewing against my mouth and pulling away… to banish my shirt.
I definitely just squeaked. How manly.
She’s smirking again and my trousers disappear as well. I can’t even be bothered because Ginny’s lapping at my nipple and tracing her nails across my stomach. I know I’m moaning like mad, and she can probably feel my stiffy violating her but I don’t care. She’s amazing. She’s kissing and licking down my abs, her fingers playing with the top of my boxers.
Oh no.
“Gin-”
“Bloody fucking hell!”
She’s on the ground, I can’t see her but I know I heard her hit the floor. This is bad. Too bad I’m still tied up.
“Harry Potter!” Completely channeling Mrs. Weasley right now.
“Let me explain-” Is there steam coming out her ears?
“Did you put a rebel charm on your knickers!?” My life is over.
“You see… I didn’t trust myself.” Ginny is growling and I’m pretty sure that she’s walking towards her wand. Shitshitshit. “It’s a twist off a muggle chastity belt.”
There is fire in her eyes.
“What-”
“I made a promise!” She’s coming at me.
“In the world-” I’m tied up at wand point… if I get out of this alive, I swear I’ll have more sex.
“I was waiting!”
“Were you thinking?” I’m officially at wand point; Ginny Weasley’s wand is poking my jugular.
“IwantedtoproposefirstbecauseIloveyou.”
There is silence and I can’t read her expression at all. Does she love me? Is she just going to kill me?
“The ring better be brilliant, Potter.” I have the most amazing witch in the world… and I still have my bits.
“Now can we please make love?”
Thank Merlin for love.
