Title: Promises
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Summary: Harry has a plan. Set shortly after HBP. Now AU. My first fic.
Disclaimer: They are not mine. Never will be. I make no money.
Harry smiled at the thought of Bill’s wedding to Fleur as he sat with Ron and Hermione. A little more love in the world… immediately his thoughts betrayed him and strayed straight to Ginny.
Ginny.
His smile felt sour and his stomach told him he might be sick. Harry got up, mumbled something about having to pack and scurried up the hill to the castle. Why did things have to be rubbish for him? Why did he loose everyone he loved no matter what he did or didn’t do?
His parents, Sirius, Dumbledore and now Ginny.
Ginny was almost the worst, because she was still alive. Everyone else had been ripped from him, he had no time to dwell or be scared for them and now all he could think about was how at any moment Ginny could be taken from him and there was possibly nothing he could do about it.
Fury hit him, rising like the animal in his chest did when he was with Ginny.
He entered the castle looking at the staircases above. They could have had so much more time if he hadn’t been such a prat. He was tired of loosing. Just when he got what made him cheerful he had to loose it. Sure he was supposed to the win the war and all, so what’s a few lives in the long run? But these were all he had left. Ron and Hermione were almost sure to die with Harry on his stupid quest, but he had to know that Ginny would live; that there was something, anything to live for. A heart to come back to that wasn’t completely shattered by the Boy-Who-Lived.
Slowly thoughts flooded his mind. There must be something he could do. He could think of something to give him some sound piece of mind. Picking up the Marauder’s Map he wished he had his father here, he would defiantly know what to do. So would his mother, Sirius and Dumbledore. The last name was still fresh in his mind, still burning in his heart. He had yet to recover in the slightest from Sirius and now… he missed them all more than anything he ever felt. More than the pain Voldemort gave him or the heaviness of the Prophecy. He refused to miss anyone else.
“I solemnly swear that I am up to no good.” Moving figures foot-printed themselves around the paper. Harry traced his fingers on the parchment until he found her. Professor McGonagall was in the library.
Professor McGonagall looked up as Harry flew into the library. First he needed to make sure he had time to get everything straight.
“Good afternoon Harry.” She said sadly as he sat across from her. Turning his hands he spoke quickly.
“How long do I need to stay at the Dursley’s to keep the protection?” McGonagall raised her thin eyebrows.
“Two weeks. Exactly why are you asking?”
“Great.” Harry spoke, knowing he would have to work quickly. But he needed one more day. “Can Ron, Hermione, Ginny, Luna, Neville and I stay one more night? You know instead of leaving tomorrow, leave Monday?” He looked anxiously at her.
“Harry, I’m not quite sure it’s safe...” She said tensely before being cut off. Harry was treading into dangerous territory.
“Professor, this is really important. I have to keep them safe. I need one more day. One more day.” Harry was begging.
“Oh… well, under the circumstances, I’m sure I could arrange it.” She furrowed her brow. Harry knew she was going to say something about their fallen headmaster but he couldn’t talk about it right now. He couldn’t hear her say his name, like it was a thin sheet of paper. He was still a rock for Harry, he was still tangible.
“I know I have no… umm, authority to ask but could you call an Order meeting tomorrow night… here?” He looked nervously at her.
“If this is about another dream Mr. Potter, I must impress upon you how important it will be for you to inform me…” Her eyes flashing with authority and concern.
“No. No Professor. It’s just I need to give orders.” She looked impressed, but pursed her lips thin. “I know I’m not the leader or anything but you said you wanted to know about what me and… what we were doing and this is the closest you’ll be to finding out.” Harry surprised himself with the threat and tried to hold her gaze but dropped it immediately; it felt too weird standing up to her like this.
“If you insist.” Harry beamed at her, and ran out of the library calling his thanks behind him.
Harry was slowly forming a plan. A plan to keep everyone he loved safe. Fire flashed in his eyes. He needed to owl Lupin, and talk with Professor Flitwick… the next couple days were going to be long.
Harry stayed clear of his friends until the night of the meeting. He had met with Professor McGonagall earlier in the day to discuss all of his plans, she seemed surprised he’d thought of it all on his own. So was he to be honest. She was still upset that he wouldn’t go into detail about everything but was agreeing to it all the same.
The Gryffindor common room was full that night, as he sat with Professor McGonagall. Most of the Order was new, or at least, Harry didn’t recognize most of them. Almost 70 strong, Harry would guess, but familiar faces eased his nerves. Lupin and Tonks sat next to Ron, Hermione and Ginny. The latter three looked extremely worried and angry, shooting glares at him. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley sat nervously next to Bill, who was speaking in hushed tones to Moody; sadly, they looked like they were closely related now, because of Bill’s wounds. Fred and George were chatting with Mungdungus, much to their mother’s displeasure, Harry was sure. Luna was talking to a tall blonde man who must have been her father and Neville was sitting next to Mrs. Figg looking very uncomfortable; she was exceptionally batty today.
“You were all called here upon request of Harry Potter, so I’ll just step aside.” She said quietly, and their eyes shifted to Harry, many with surprised faces.
“Umm, thank you all for coming,” Harry was insanely nervous. Was he doing the right thing? What if they thought his plans were rubbish? Suddenly, Hagrid burst through the portrait hole with Madam Maxime.
“S’rry we’re late…” He smiled sheepishly and stood in the corner with Madam Maxime holding his hand. Harry suppressed a laugh, and relaxed a bit. He might as well get the worst over with.
“Well, I guess I should start by letting everyone know that the papers aren’t lying… I really am the Chosen One or whatever rubbish they are calling it now-a-days.” He tried to smile at his joke but the reactions snubbed that idea. Most of the new members look shocked. Mrs. Weasley burst into tears, many just looked grim. Speaking to the Order was possibly the most nerve racking and awkward thing ever.
“It’s okay Mrs. Weasley. The Prophecy basically said that either he’s going to kill me or I’m going to kill him. I’ve got the power Voldemort knows not-- we just don’t know what power it is. But at least we have some theories; I’m the least of your worries.” He tried to lighten up the mood but he pressed on when he noticed it not happening. Ginny smiled faintly at him and he began to speak again.
“I’m going to stand up here and give you orders and I know that… um, well I’m just a kid or whatever but me and Dumble…” Harry closed his eyes sharply before opening them again. “the Headmaster and I, really knew what we were doing, when we did all the stuff we did before… anyway, I really want you to follow what I say. It’s what he would have wanted; it seems I kind of knew what I was talking about.” Harry pushed Snape out of his mind.
Many faces in the crowd seemed to nod and lock their attention onto Harry. It seems Dumbledore’s name was still good for something more than sorrow and pain.
“This summer, after my birthday, I’m likely to be a walking unforgivable curse. After the headmaster's protection wears off ,every Death Eater will be after me. So we need to step up our guard, I guess me being the Chosen One really mucks everything up.”
Moody grumbled something like “that’s what I’ve been saying…” Harry smiled and continued before Moody could get into his constant vigilance speech.
“First off, umm well Ron, Hermione and I have a mission to finish; what the headmaster and I started but we can’t really tell anybody about it. But in case something horrible happens, I’m going to tell Lupin, Remus Lupin. The things we will do are the only things that will ensure that I come out on top in the final battle so it’s really all that matters. If you don’t believe me, the headmaster died for this. I think it merits more than top priority.” Harry could feel the anger bubbling in him; he pushed it down and sighed.
“Lupin, you’ll stay at the Dursley’s with me for two weeks and I’ll fill you in. I’m not sure it’s better than the under ground but at least you won’t be beat up physically.” Lupin chuckled and Harry smiled at him. Ron and Hermione looked apprehensive but Harry kept going. “I need someone to stay with Hermione while she goes to stay with her parents for those two weeks.”
Tonks raised her hand.
“Don’t be ridiculous dear, you work for the Ministry.” Professor McGonagall said with sad eyes and Tonks shrugged.
“I’ll do it.” A young witch with jet black hair said from Harry’s left. She was thin and pale but her silver eyes were piecing with life. “I’m Agnes Day.” Harry smiled; her voice was much warmer than her appearance.
“Great. You are to sleep with her, eat with her, and sing in the shower with her. She is to be protected at ALL times. Tonks, why don’t you stop by whenever you can to guard the house in your spare time? Just don’t look to suspicious, I don’t want to invite Death Eaters in.” He smiled weakly at Hermione.
“Now, Ron and Ginny will be at the Burrow.” Both looked like they were going to protest but Harry kept speaking. “No, we need you two for the wedding. But listen everyone. I know this sounds horrible but… well Ron and Hermione can’t be taken. You might have to… umm, well…” He trailed off. Professor McGonagall spoke sternly to the Order.
“They know too much. If we are ever in the situation where they are to be captured, you must kill them before Voldemort gets to them.” Harry looked at his feet as Mrs. Weasley yelped into Mr. Weasley’s shoulder. Harry felt hot guilt creep into his stomach.
“I’m sorry, I told them to, you know, back out but they are as stubborn as me.” He stumbled. “While I’m away at the Dusley’s, Bill and Professor Flitwick will need to put charms on the Burrow’s windows to make them seem like people are still there. Because after the wedding the Weasley family as well as Hermione’s family, Luna’s family, and Neville’s family will be living in the Potter Manor. As well as any Order members that feel unsafe in their home.”
Everyone gasped; Tonks took Lupin’s hand as he nodded numbly. Neville’s grandmother started to cry silently.
“The Burrow is too well known and I know I will inherit the house the moment I’m of age. It’s got plenty of protective spells on it and this is where we will stay, no objections. Neville, Luna and Hermione are obviously in danger because of the Department of Mysteries episode, as well as just being my friends.” Harry’s jaw was set as he scanned the group.
“Headquarters may be moved there if you want, but that’s your decision. I know it’s big enough to hold half of Hogwarts students so space really isn’t an issue.” Harry added to Professor McGonagall before going on.
“Now, we needed a faster form of communication so I’m using the headmaster.” Harry pulled out a watch that opened to a portrait of Dumbledore.
“Hello there Harry, very pleasant meeting you. Don’t let me intrude, you are doing very well if I say so myself.” His eyes twinkled even in the picture and Harry fought tears.
“I have one, Ron and Hermione will have one as well. Fred and George’s shop, Hogwarts, Potter Manor and Headquarters will have one, but they will just be full sized. Anytime you need anyone of us then just let the picture know.” Harry smiled at the simplicity of it all, Hermione looked impressed.
“The Burrow is certain to be attacked next so make fast on those charms.” Both Bill and Professor Flitwick looked proud. “I’m sending Dobby and Winky to clean the Manor. A house elf named Claudous will be at the Burrow to help pack up things as well as help with the wedding.” He smiled at Hermione. “I’m paying them so don’t worry.” Apprehension on her face was replaced with a huge smile.
“Please bear with me here… I’m new at this.” Harry pulled out a small box and held it up, two rings sat in it. The larger (male) ring was plain gold, a snitch and a heart on either side of the band. The smaller (female) ring had a large diamond straddled with an emerald and a ruby.
“These were my parents’ rings.” Lupin’s face looked quizzical. Harry had owled him to get the rings yesterday.
“I’ve had Professor Flitwick put a complex alarm charm that I can’t even pronounce on the woman’s ring. If the person wearing it is in danger it will burn hot and the male ring will burn as well. In addition I’ve had it connected to the portraits so he will know exactly wear to tell you to go and rescue Ginny.” The room hushed as Harry slipped the male ring onto his finger and stepped toward her, not meeting her eyes. He took her hand, avoiding her eyes and put the ring in her hand. Then he stepped back, it was so odd letting the entire Order know he had intense feelings for Ginny.
“Ginny will have the other ring. Voldemort will target her… because of my… our relationship.” He blushed despite himself. Harry still avoided her eyes, scanning the crowd. Mrs. Weasley looked like she just might have kittens; Charlie was gripping Bill’s shoulder, both looking cross. But Fred and George gave Harry the thumbs up, grinning madly. Harry shuffled his feet.
“If Hogwarts opens again… Ginny will need someone to follow her around since Ron, Hermione and I won’t be there.” Everyone’s eyes widened. “The other students aren’t safe with the three of us around, really. Anyway, we have a job to do.” He shrugged and stepped back, slouching into a chair. He pulled his glasses off and rubbed his nose. Exhaustion catching up with him.
“All of the children will take their apparition tests the day before the wedding; the Minister thinks that their lives are slightly more important than the law.” The tension in McGonagall's voice was evident as Harry starred at his feet. He tried to focus on the meeting but saw couldn’t manage to wrap his mind around anything. His stomach growled loudly, he hadn’t eaten in days and was just now feeling properly hungry.
“Go on Mr. Potter, the kitchen awaits you.” Her voice was annoyed but a smile played on her lips. Harry smiled in return, waved to the Order and headed down to the kitchen. He relaxed as he passed by all the paintings who pretended to be a sleep but soon burst into whispers as soon as he passed.
Harry finally felt like he had some sort of control, that maybe something in his life would work out as planned. He sighed as he reached the portrait of fruit. He could hear footsteps behind him, his hand inched to his wand and waited until they were close before spinning around, his wand coming into contact with flesh.
“Harry, I’m no Death Eater.” Ginny lowered his hand with hers, stuck his wand in his back pocket and intertwined their fingers together. Harry’s shock wore off and he tried to pull away but Ginny held firmly onto his hand, ignoring his protest.
“I tol-” Harry opened his mouth to repeat the conversation at the funeral but Ginny giggled, throwing him off. Was she really laughing at him?
“Harry you don’t think that you can get away with telling me you love me but not holding my hand?” Then she turned toward the portrait and tickled the pear. Harry sighed, she had that same blazing look on her face… she was as stubborn as him.
“Harry Potter, sir! Harry Potter, Dobby is most pleased to see Harry Potter sir!” Dobby attacked Harry’s knees with his small green body, tears blotting his jeans. Harry patted Dobby on the head, looking very uncomfortable.
“Dobby was so happy to get Harry Potter’s not to be his master, sir!” Suddenly Dobby turned his tennis ball eyes to Ginny. “You have another Wheezy, sir?” Harry opened his mouth to deny it, shaking his head but Ginny beat him to it.
“Yes Dobby, I’m his girlfriend, Ginny.” Dobby bowed low to Ginny’s feet.
“Oh Miss Wheezy, Dobby is so happy for Harry Potter to have someone to love! It gives him great powers, yes.” Harry could feel himself flush with embarrassment. Ginny squeezed his hand and he could swear she was about to burst into laughter. The entire kitchen was full of clapping house elves.
“Do sit down, Harry Potter! Dobby can get you, and your Wheezy, love food.” Dobby skipped off, Harry just stared at the stop Dobby had just occupied. Ginny laughed, winking at him and pulling him to sit down at the table. Ginny sat next to Harry, making sure their legs and arms brushed. Harry was fighting very hard to scoot away from her; she really wasn’t helping his self control, especially when she leaned to whisper against his ear.
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to be with me Harry. I don’t care about Lord Moldy Shorts, because I distinctly remember a rather lovely evening in a broom closet last week that would squash your noble break-up in two.” She sucked gently on his ear before pulling back to a plate a food. Harry shivered. Ginny smiled wickedly and turned to Winky who was looking as if she was terrified she was going to do something wrong. Harry blushed as he remembered that night in the 4th floor broom closet.
THE PREVIOUS WEEK
Harry felt the animal inside him roar as he pulled Ginny into the 4th floor broom closet, casting a locking charm on the door. He pushed her up against the door, kissing her deeply. Ginny moaned into this mouth, weaving her hands in his hair. Harry snaked his hands up her shirt, kneading her small mounds of flesh. His mouth trailed kisses down her neck, nipping and sucking along the way. Suddenly Ginny pushed him away, Harry whimpered at the loss of contact.
“I’m tired of my clothes… and yours too for that matter.” With one swift motion she had pulled her shirt off, s himmied out of her jeans, and looked expectantly at Harry. He, being Harry, just stared at her, soaking in all her delightful pink flesh that was eagerly awaiting his hands.
“Um, Harry? No offenses but you’re making me nervous.” Ginny squirmed under his gaze. Harry’s eyes snapped back to hers, and he moved closer to her again. His hands framed her face as he placed tiny kisses all over her.
“You’re bloody brilliant.” He whispered. The creature in his chest had been taking over more often lately and his confidence with more physical acts with Ginny was increasing. Ginny giggled and tugged at his shirt, Harry lifted his arms and left her pull the shirt off of him flinging it unceremoniously to the side. Her fingernails traced patterns over his chest, raking over his nipples she giggled when he moaned in a surprised voice above her.
Harry's hands steadied him against the wall behind Ginny as she placed opened mouthed kisses down his chest. His mind was beginning to get foggier the closer she approached his arousal.
Before Harry could protest, his muggle jeans and boxers were in a heap around his ankles. His eyes snapped open at the rush of cool air to the more… private parts of his body.
“Gin, what are… oh Merlin, are you doing?” He panted, as she ran her finger tips up and down his inner thighs. Ginny looked innocently up at him.
“Mr. Potter, don’t you think we’ve waited long enough?” She replaced her hands with feather light kisses on his inner thighs. Harry’s eyes widened as the tip of her tongue flicked the top of his now rather impressive erection. One of Ginny’s hands was sprawled over his lower stomach while the other slid up and down his shaft. Her tongue was swirling around his tip, spreading the small beads of pre-cum along him. Harry couldn’t stop watching her as her own eyes never left his; he could hardly believe this was happening to him. Only weeks ago he had never touched a girl, let along had a girl touch him and here he was in a broom closet with Ginny giving him head.
“Damn it Gin, that feels good…” He moan, pushes his hips at her wanting to feel more. Ginny giggled, against him making him shiver.
“Oh, and how about this?” She pulled back, licked her lips and engulfed him in her mouth. Harry let out a string of expletives. Her mouth was warm and tight all around him, it was almost unbearable and he fought hard not to come right then and there. Her hand moved to squeeze his balls gently as she bobbed up and down him. His hips were bucking into her mouth, his eyes twisted shut. Ginny could feel him all the way in the back of her throat, it was painful and her eyes were watering as she fought her gag reflex but she didn’t care because making the Chosen One weak like this was an incredible turn on.
“Gin, if you don’t stop… Oh fuck, I’m going to-” He was cut of quickly when she slid her tongue over of vein on the underside of his cock as she started to suck. Every thought of stopping her ceased and his hips pounded her, his hands holding him up against the wall because his legs seemed to stop functioning. His upper body was leaning over her, watching her hair move between his legs.
“Fuck, Gin!” His head flew back as he came hard into her mouth, as she sucked him dry. His body felt so heavy, nothing like when he’d wank in his room. Ginny smiled up at Harry, his eyes still closed trying to decide if Ginny- Ron’s little sister, really just fucked him with her mouth. Beads of sweat pooled over his body, his hair mussed with sweat and his mouth was open and panting softly.
Ginny slowly pulled his boxers over his hips, nipping playfully at his hip bones. She tugged the jeans up his legs and over his boxer clad hips but she didn’t bother to button them as she slid up him. She kissed his nose lightly, moving over his cheeks to bury her head into his neck her hands running up and down his back.
“Bloody hell, Gin.” His voice was husky and strained as he wound his hands into her hair. She giggled into his neck, nipping at the base. His eyes finally opened and tried to focus.
“That was… wow, where did you learn- Nevermind, I don’t want to know.” He cursed as he placed a kiss on the top of her head. She pulled away from his neck, kissing up her way up to his lips. He pulled away slightly, her mouth had just swallowed his cum and it was a little weird for him to let her kiss him. She laughed against him.
“Oh don’t be such a baby, you taste good.” She pressed her mouth against his, probing his lips open with her tongue. Harry was hesitant but relaxed against her as he tasted himself on her tongue. It was tangy but not sour and the thought that she tasted like him made him terribly turned on.
“I’m sorry I can’t return the favor.” He said against her lips, as his hands roamed down to cup her arse. Ginny grinned against him, pulling away.
“You can’t, can you?” She looked at him in such a McGonagall sort of way he almost died. He turned red and looked away from her.
“I… I don’t… I don’t know how.” He stuttered, almost inaudible. She laughed again, pulled out her wand. Ginny cleaned the closet floor by magic and tugged him down to sit next to her.
“I shouldn’t have let you… you know, if I can’t do it to you. I’m sorry for being a prat.” He looked guilty, and Ginny took his hand in hers. She tugged his chin up so that his eyes met hers. Harry was incredibly surprised to see laughter there.
“I’m going to show you Harry.” His mind struggled to wrap around her words.
“…W-what?” He studdered. She smiled and leaned into to pull on his ears with her teeth. She voice whispered silkily with mischief in his ear.
“I’m going to show you how to make me scream.” Harry’s throat went dry and she slid out of her knickers and lay down, pulling him with her.
For the next hour the two of them spent trading off and on. She would touch herself, leading his hands. He would repeat her action until he perfected it. Of course being Harry he worked until both his hand and mouth were completely accustomed to making her scream in pleasure. He was a good student, and he certainly had a thirst to prove himself.
PRESENT
Harry’s mind snapped back into the reality as when Ginny nudged him out of his revere. Apparently Winky and Dobby were talking to him. Harry laughed, trying to hide the flush coming up on his cheeks and ignore the bulge in his pants.
Ginny and Harry at until they couldn’t possibly entertain he thought of food any longer. Both said rather lengthy goodbyes to Dobby and Winky, thanking them for the large amount of food they consumed.
“Dobby knows he will see Harry Potter, master very soon.” Then Dobby disappeared with Winky back into the sea of house elves.
Harry smiled and led Ginny out of the kitchens and into the cool hallway. The two walked hand in hand around the school, their feet leading them eventually to the Gryffindor common room. The Fat lady asked for the password, Harry opened his mouth to answer before Ginny pulled him off down the hall.
“Let’s go find a broom closet.”
Harry panicked slightly as Ginny led him out of the castle and onto the grounds toward the lake. They weren’t supposed to be together. So why was he letting her pull him off to snog? He just couldn’t stop staring at her round arse as she skipped in front of him holding his hand.
Ginny giggled breathlessly as she pulled Harry down beside her as they arrived at the tree that faced the lake.
“What if someone sees?!” But Harry didn’t get an answer. Ginny crushed her lips against his, forcing her tongue into his mouth. Harry moaned into her mouth as Ginny crawled into his lap, pinning him against the tree with her slender, Quidditch-fit legs. Harry’s skin practically caught on fire with her touch as he brain turned to mush against her touch.
He would never get used to the feel of Ginny. No matter how many times they snogged (or other rather naughty activities) he could never keep his senses with her around. She was aggressive and patient all at the same time; she pushed past the newness of their relationship to get to the good part; to get to the familiarity of each other’s bodies and hearts. Maybe this was because she knew they wouldn’t have very much time together or maybe it was because Harry had taken so long to come around. Because of her, their physical relationship wasn’t full of nervous fumbling. She always kept her head, making the whole situation funny. She never let tension ruin their time together even if they both had no idea what they were doing.
Ginny was different than anything Harry had every experienced, giving that he hadn’t so much as kissed any other girl than Ginny except Cho. He constantly compared the girls to each other. Cho was nothing like Ginny. Ginny was so full of fire, lighting him up from the inside out. She didn’t wait any longer than she had to, she was bold without being over whelming and she sure as hell wasn’t afraid. Cho on the other hand just waited to be rescued, and although Harry had a “rescuing-people-thing” he didn’t need any more pressure to be perfect and hero like than he already felt. Cho really paled in comparison to Ginny. No one rescued Ginny… that is unless it was Harry but defiantly not out of obligation or expectation.
Ginny nibbled on his ear, bringing him soaring back to reality. Harry’s hands had snaked up the front of her shirt and were kneading her breast through her lacey bra. Ginny whimpered and ground her hips into his, her fingers in his messy mop, as Harry rolled her taunt nipples in his fingertips.
“Merlin Gin.” Harry rasped as she took off her shirt and bra. It was hard not to stare at her toned body and all the delectable flesh exposed to him “We can’t do this, especially here. We’re not even togeth-”
Ginny’s eyes flashed with anger as she pushed his chest with her hands, slamming Harry hard into the tree.
“Shut up.”
“What?”
“I said, shut up. You get to ignore me for four years, let me have the best couple months of my life with snogging your randy arse and THEN break my heart out of noble bollocks not to mention the fact that you say you love me while still insisting we aren’t together. I get SOME damn say, Harry Sodding Potter! So if I want to screw you senseless buy this fucking lake then I will! Sometimes you just need to stop bloody thinking about whatever the hell you think justifies what you are doing to me and realize that I’m a big girl and will get what I want. And what I want right now, is you to shut up and to stop being a git and just FEEL for once!”
Harry’s eyes were as wide as saucers and a million different thoughts and expressions were running through him. But he definitely looked scared at her sudden outburst and harsh words. But Ginny’s tone softened as she continued, taking his face into her hands.
“I’m not going to see you for two weeks after tomorrow and then who knows how long we’ll have before you leave to save the world, you brave and noble git. So please Harry, stay with me tonight; at least you owe me one night.” Her voice faltered, pressing her forehead against his. Her eyes were pleading with him and Harry could feel his heart breaking at all the pain he was putting her through; what he had already put her though. He sighed against her, wrapping his arms around her body in a tight hug. His mouth was pressed up against her ear as he spoke as gently with humor, something he always loved about the two of them: no matter how pissed they were at each other, they could always work it out and laugh about it.
“Alright. You’re a bit pushy tonight aren’t you? But we have to move because if one of your brothers, you have six I’ll remind you, catches us the wizarding world will be left without a Chosen One and nobody but Moldy Shorts will be happy about that.” Ginny laughed, as Harry grinned at her pulling her to stand with him. He kissed the ring on her hand and then they headed up towards the castle to find some place were getting caught and mauled wasn’t quite such a strong possibility.
They walked in silence. Harry couldn’t believe this was happening, he was actually looking for a place to shag- with GINNY WEASLEY AND IT WAS HER IDEA! He shook his head at the idea and looked at Ginny out of the corner of his eye as they passed through the courtyard doors. Her cheeks were flushed, from snogging, yelling or walking in the cool night air he didn’t know but he sure loved the sight. Her hair blew in the wind behind her, and her hips swayingly led her body. Her pouty lips were swollen from their kissing and the memory of her body against him made him twitch in uncomfortable tightness.
Ginny and Harry turned the corner to head to the Ravenclaw common room, which Harry thought would be a comfy place to hang out without anybody expecting them to be there. They saw Ron and Hermione walking towards them. Harry quickly dropped her hand, and shook his head. He mouthed ‘secret’ to her and gave her a weak smile, praying she wouldn’t protest too loudly. But to his surprise she just grinned back and turned to face Ron.
Where the hell have you two been?” Ron bellowed. Hermione touched his arm lightly, her eyes sympathetic. Ginny tapped her foot, but kept silently.
“We were walking and talking after we ate dinner.” Harry replied simply, glad that Ron was not a good Legilimens.
“Sure, bet you’re off to find a broom closet.” Ron narrowed his eyes but Ginny’s fiery temper caught up to her at that moment.
“For your information Ron, Harry and I are not together anymore. So a broom closet is not necessary, and we were just talking… like friends you prat.” Ron turned red and turned to probably yell at Harry before Ginny stopped him. “AND it was a mutual decision because of all the danger so will you please SOD OFF.”
Ron stared at her in shock before Hermione tugged at his arm.
“Come on Ron, there is no need to play big brother here.” He shrugged and let Hermione pull him around the corner. Harry and Ginny waited until they could hear their foot prints disappear down the steps before re-lacing their hands and continuing their journey. Ginny giggled as they turned down another corridor, Harry raised his eyebrow at her with a grin playing on his lips.
“Oh it’s just funny. If only Ron knew what we are really doing.”
“Not funny Ginny, plain scary. He’d murder me.” He squeezed her hand. “Is it okay if we keep this… us, secret?”
Harry looked at Ginny shyly, hoping she wouldn’t use her extensive hexing skills on him. But she just smiled as they reached the portrait to the Ravenclaw common room.
“I think I like the idea of you being a secret, makes me feel like maybe you’ll come out of this alive if you have something you don’t have to share with all those nosey people.” Harry smiled then looked around before pecking her lightly on the lips. Ginny growled when he pulled away and he chuckled lightly at her before turning to the portrait.
“How do you know how to get in?” Harry smiled.
“Luna told me, I was going to go here after the meeting to get away from everyone.” Ginny raised her eyebrows. Harry just turned to the portrait and shrugged. “The heart will get you far but the mind will give you peace.” The picture paused before opening into a very large room. The sofas were purple and very comfy looking and book cases lined the walls of the common room. There were several secluded spaces that held a single chair or a bean bag, obviously for the studious Ravenclaws who enjoyed being in the common room but enjoyed their privacy. The fire roared when the two of them walked into the room, silence fell between them and Harry ran a shaky hand through his hair.
“Can you transfigure one of these couches into a bed? I think I would have a stiff neck if I slept on that tonight.” Ginny said, pointing to a large couch. Harry was started out of his nervousness and looked at her, a smirk playing on his features.
“Are you in dire need of a bed Miss. Weasley?” He said, stepping closer to her. She grinned widely and wrapped her arms around his neck.
“Oh yes! Harry Potter, lone voice of truth and bravery, my dear hero! Help me; I’m a damsel in distress!” Her voice was dripping in sarcasm. Harry laughed and pulled out his wand. Pointing to the couch he closed his eyes and flicked his wand. When he opened it a large bed presented itself in Gryffindor colors. Ginny giggled as she looked at the bed linens.
“A true Gryffindor indeed.” Harry nodded. Ginny pulled him to the bed, toeing off her shoes. She moved to take of her shirt but Harry shook his head and turned her around. He slowly pulled off her shirt, taking his time as each segment of soft flesh was revealed to him in the light. His eyes roamed but his hands did not. Ginny’s eyes fluttered shut as he unzipped the back of her skirt and let if fall to the floor. He took in the sight of her trim but muscular thighs and the curve of her hips clad in lacy knickers that matched her bra. Harry let his hands fall to his sides and he too toed of his shoes.
Ginny opened her eyes as his hands left her and stepped closer to him. She slipped his glasses off, sliding them onto her head. She tugged his shirt off quickly, marveling at his toned body, still skinny but tan. She unbuttoned his jeans, unzipping them and tugging them to the floor. Harry lifted up his feet as she tugged them off, pulling his socks with them. Ginny reached her hands up to circle around his neck, his arms snaked around her waist.
“Lay with me.” Harry smiled at the nervousness of her voice and scooted them back until the back of Ginny’s knees hit the bed. Harry untangled himself from her and pulled back the fluffy cover and sheets. Ginny turned and slide into bed, Harry following her. She scooted to the middle of the bed and turned to face Harry. He pulled her closer, their legs intertwining with each other. His hands framed her face and hers fell onto his bare chest.
“Ginevra?”
“Shh, we’ll talk later.”
She quieted him by kissing him lightly on the lips, pulling her body flush with his. She kissed her way across his face, his closed eyelids, his smooth cheek bones and his 3 day stubble. Ginny brought her lips back to his and his tongue slid across her lower lip slowly, begging for permission. She parted her lips with a moan and ran her hands through his messy, yet extremely soft hair. Their kiss was deep and promising; everything they were doing was a promise. A promise to do this again, to love again.
Harry’s arms traced across her back, kneading her muscles near her spin, pressing her nearer to him. His kisses trailed across her jaw and dipped down to her neck. Sweet and chaste kisses turned to hot and open-mouthed when she rotated her hips against his. Harry sucked hard at the junction of her neck and shoulder, he wanted to mark her; he wanted her to look at her shoulder and remember everything he was promising her.
Ginny moaned his name as he marked her and moved to trail his mouth across her chest. His hands on her back unclasping her bra, pulling her hands away from his hair to let the bra slip of her shoulders and arms. Her hands wound back into his hair, she tugged lightly and he growled against her skin. Harry’s mouth devoured her smooth, round flesh. His hand smoothed over the other breast, grazing her nipple with his knuckles as he took the pink mound into his mouth. He tugged, flicking his tongue over the peak. Ginny’s hips ground hard against Harry’s, her lips were parted with her tongue constantly passing over her lips as she wriggled underneath his weight. His mouth switched to the other breast and he repeated his actions, Ginny’s hands were digging into his shoulders and groping for any part of him she could get a hold of.
Harry pressed his hips into her; he wanted her to feel what she was doing to him. He felt her gasp in surprise, and he chuckled against her neck before sliding his hands down her sides, pushing her panties down into the sheets. Ginny gently pushed on his chest to roll him over, his hands running around her hips to her smooth ass. She licked and bit as his neck, finding the place on his neck that corresponded to hers she sucked hard. She bit down enough to almost break the skin, Harry moaned loudly that she was sure had some expletives in it. He loved the pain she gave him.
Ginny moved to lick and bit his chest, her tongue flickering over his nipples. Harry’s hips bucked hard against hers, and Ginny ground into him with her hips in response. She could feel how hard he was against her, for her. Ginny trailed her fingernails down his chest, enjoying the look of pleasure on Harry’s face as she slipped her hands into the front of his boxers, squeezing him gently. His eyes flew open and he pressed to her hands.
“Oh gods, Ginny…” She released her hold on him, stroking his balls as he shimmed out of his boxers. Once free he quickly flipped so that she was on her back, one hand lovingly stroking his hardness. Harry let out a mix between a growl and a moan into her neck before recapturing her lips, assaulting her mouth with his tongue. Ginny’s hands left him and wound into his hair, one arm supporting him his other left to tease her center. Harry’s fingers teased her curls, and her sopping wet folds. He moaned into her mouth as he found her wet and ready for him. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as slipped just his finger tips into her. She moaned and touched his arm, Harry broke their kiss to look at her.
“Just you, not your hands.” Her voice was husky and needy. Harry looked surprised but pulled his hands up to her waist before looking her straight in her eyes. He swallowed hard.
“Gin… I love you.” His voice was strained, and he wondered if it even sounded like him. Ginny blinked slowly before licking her lips.
“Me too. I love you too….” Her voice faltered as Harry took himself into his hands and found the entrance into her. He hovered there, waiting for some instruction. He could hardly believe this was happening to him. Ginny took his hands and covered them with her own before relaxing.
“Please, Harry…” He nodded slowly at her before slowly sliding into her. The feeling was insane. She was wet and tight and wonderfully everywhere. He pushed into her until he felt a slight resistance and thought that was all the farther he could go. Ginny moaned beneath him as he stretched her. He began to pull out, putting all his concentration on trying to not explode into her when she felt her hands on his hips.
“Harry, you have to push hard… and then stay there.”
“Why?” He looked down at her, trying to decipher if the worried look on her face could be any worse.
“You have to break…” His face dawned with comprehension. He knew this was going to hurt her; just by the way she bit her lip in anticipation of what he knew to be pain. He braced himself and rocked his hips back before thrusting hard into her, he felt the barrier tear and sunk deep within her, burying himself to his hilt. Ginny screamed in pain. Harry looked up to see her face contorted in pain, tears streaming down her face. Harry moved to back out; this was causing her too much pain. But she growled despite her pain.
“Don’t you dare.” Harry settled again, nodding to her. Slowly he felt her walls loosen slightly and her face relaxed a bit. Harry waited. He could stay like this forever, Ginny ways everywhere to him and it was blissful. But soon Ginny was softly moving her hips in a circle, moaning in pleasure. Harry looked up to find her staring at him.
“Just go slow.” He nodded and pulled out only to move slowly back in. He moaned against her. Gods she was brilliant. He repeated this motion several times before Ginny spoke against his shoulder.
“Faster, please… Harry.” Her muscles had finally accepted Harry’s rather large intruder and was now enjoying herself enough to want more. Harry complied as he picked up their pace. Harry pushed her away, bringing one hand down onto her breast as her captured her lips in his. They moaned together, her hips coming to meet his until he was almost pounding into hers. He could feel the tension building in his stomach as his thrusts lost some control.
“Open you eyes.” Harry opened his eyes to find Ginny staring at him. Everything he ever wanted to say but his teenage mind couldn’t figure out seemed to pour out in his gaze towards her. The world seemed like it was crashing down around them, as he shifted a hand between them to rub her clit. He was so close, willing himself to at least try and wait. Suddenly Ginny started to moan louder and bucked her hips uncontrollably into his. His head was spinning with everything Ginny: her breasts moving up and down with each thrust; her flesh flushed and laced with love marks ; and the tightness of her around his cock was unbearable. Suddenly she could feel her walls start to constrict around him and she came yelling his name. His hands still worked furiously at her nub of nerves as he thrust uncontrollably, and, probably hurting her. Her hands clawed at his back as he exploded into her, their juices spilling out onto the sheets of the bed. She milked him as he slowly stopped his thrusts and collapsed against her.
They lay there exactly like that. Ginny’s hands were stroking his back, Harry was still embedded in her and they just breathed. Harry shivered with cold; he slowly slipped out of her and pulled the large duvet over their bodies. Ginny snuggled into him, loving the ache that was pulsing in her legs and loving the man beside her. They lay there in silence, drifting in and out of sleep until the sun peaked through the windows.
Ginny rolled over to face him, his arms curling around her waist. She traced his face with the pads of her fingers, trying her hardest to memorize his every feature, to memorize this moment.
“I love it when you do that.” His sleepy voice was rough and smooth all at once. Ginny smiled and kissed him softly. Harry tugged his eyes open to look at her. Her hair was a right mess, her flesh bruised from his kisses but she was smiling up at him, starkers… in bed with him. It was the best thing he’d ever seen. He rolled onto his back, taking Ginny with him. Her head resting on his chest as he traced patterns up and down her arms and back.
“What happens now?” Her voice was small and almost afraid. Harry sighed.
“We keep this a secret. I leave for two weeks, come back for a couple which I will be spending all my time secretly ravishing you and… then I leave again.” His last words came out almost as a whisper.
“How long?” She didn’t bother to ask where, she knew that he couldn’t or at least wouldn’t involve her too much.
“As long as it takes to make sure he doesn’t ruin my life anymore.” Harry hugged her tighter to him. “I meant it, you.” He spoke softly into her hair.
“I know… I meant it too.” The fact she had any idea what he was talking about was some connection they both knew they had.
“Will you be… here, you know… when I come back?” Harry’s own voice sounded high that he felt it should and he blushed furiously, terrified of her answer. Ginny looked up at him. It seemed to him whenever Ginny looked at him that way she was looking more at his soul than his eyes. He felt like he was being sifted through like a collectors trunk.
“Will you come back?” He smiled at her.
“I will if I’m not dead.” Ginny frowned but nodded her head.
“Then I’ll be here. And you are coming back. No dying, Mr. Potter. I need you.” She kissed his lips softly and settled back onto his chest.
“I love you.” Harry said, trying to decide if this was the beginning or the end.
“I love you too silly, and really Harry don’t sound so sad. This is only the beginning of us, we have more time than you know. Plus, forever when you get back. I’m accepting your ring as a promise.” He laughed into her hair.
“Really, cause’ I thought I was making my promise to you last night when we made love.” Ginny purred against his chest.
“Mmm. That too.”
They settled into a gentle sleep before thinking up a story and having to leave. This was more than a promise, it was if they were writing history.
Ginny smiled as she looked at the mark on her neck. It had turned into a small heart, but had not faded. She traced her fingers over it, knowing Harry had also had one. They didn’t just make love; they had created some sort of magical bond between the two of them. She wasn’t going to let him leave her forever and fully intended the next weeks of summer to be something for him to remember. A promise to him, just like his promise to her.
