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Another Quiet Interlude in the Burrow's Attic | ||||
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Category: Post-HBP Characters:None Genres: Fluff Warnings: Sexual Situations Story is Complete Rating: PG-13 Reviews: 21 Summary: Harry and Ginny have yet another moment of understanding in the Burrow's attic. Hitcount: Story Total: 15015 Disclaimer: Harry Potter Publishing Rights © J.K.R. Note the opinions in this story are my own and in no way represent the owners of this site. This story subject to copyright law under transformative use. No compensation is made for this work. Author's Notes: This is a sequel to my story titled "Quiet Interlude in the Burrow's Attic." You will enjoy it more if you read that one first. Let me know what you think. |
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The rhythmic sound of rain could be heard falling against the roof of the Burrow as every so often a flash of lightning would slice the dark night sky followed closely by loud claps of thunder. Each bright flash of light was reflected in the brilliant green eyes of a young man who had seen too much and experienced too much pain and grief for one so young and yet revealed joy and hope. He sat quietly on a couple of boxes, staring contemplatively out an open attic window. The slightly worried voice of a young woman broke the silence of the attic. “Harry, why are you up?” Harry Potter started at the sound of Ginny’s voice and turned to see her climbing up into the attic. “How did you know I was up here?” “How do you think?” Ginny grinned with amusement as she made her way past dusty trunks, stacked boxes (some with Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes stamped on them) and several old rusted kettles to the window where he was sitting. She leaned against the window sill and studied him with interest. Harry looked up at her and smiled. “Yeah, I guess that was a dumb question, wasn’t it?” “Do you really want me to answer that?” Ginny laughed, to which Harry just shook his head and smiled. Ginny eyed him speculatively, “Should I remind you that there are candles up here?” Harry thought for a moment and then shook his head. “There’s actually plenty of light up here and every so often, the lightning makes it really bright.” “Okay,” Ginny shrugged and they both sat quietly for several minutes watching the rainstorm through the open window. Finally, Ginny hesitantly turned and looked Harry in the eyes. “Are you happy, Harry?” “Happy? Of course I am.” Harry gave her a puzzled look. “Why would you ask?” Ginny snorted, put her hands on her hips and shook her head in exasperation. “Harry, the last time you were up here you were getting ready to go hunt for Horcruxes and hunt down and defeat Tom Riddle. And you wonder why I would think there’s something wrong?” Harry leaned forward, took Ginny’s hands and gently pulled her onto his lap with her legs straddling his and she facing him. “The war’s over, Ginny, and Voldemort’s dead. What do I have to worry about?” Ginny laughed. “You’ll find something to worry about; it’s that saving-people-thing of yours.” Harry knitted his brows and gave Ginny a perturbed look. “Are you ever going to stop saying that?” “Probably not.” “Thanks.” Ginny gave Harry a wide grin. “I knew you would appreciate that.” Her expression grew more serious and she again looked intently into Harry’s deep green eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay?” “Yeah.” Harry held Ginny’s face in his hands as if to physically as well as verbally reassure her. “Honestly. I came up here to just sit, think, and enjoy the rainstorm. It’s, um, kind of soothing. Besides, it was too noisy downstairs.” Ginny seemed to relax and the smile returned to her face. “So you escaped up here into the attic to watch the rainstorm? You could have escaped somewhere more interesting -- with me. We could have gone for a romantic walk in the rain instead of you hiding up here from everyone.” Harry started to protest and then got a smug look on his face. “Come to think of it, I remember the last time we were up here you promised me you would let me see you in a wet tee-shirt sometime.” Ginny laughed. “I didn’t promise I would wear a wet tee-shirt; I promised I would think about it.” Harry seemed disappointed. “Does that mean you’re not going to model a wet tee-shirt for me?” Ginny appeared to be relishing Harry’s disappointment. “Not anytime soon. Besides, we’re up in a dry attic.” She paused for a moment, leaned forward and gave Harry a soft kiss and whispered, “But I do have a tee-shirt on. Bet you wish it was wet.” Harry eyed her appraisingly and then answered. “I guess we’ll just have to skip the wet part.” With that he quickly pulled her tee-shirt out of her jeans and slid his hands up under the fabric. Ginny’s eyes went wide and she gave a shocked gasp as his hands found their target. “W-well, you’re being a little fresh, Harry.” “Yeah,” Harry rasped as he continued to grope her. Ginny flushed and grinned as she cupped Harry’s face with her hands and gave him a soft kiss, and then another. Harry groaned and deepened the kiss. The next several minutes were spent in heavy kissing as Harry continued to enjoy feeling the places of his numerous fantasies. Ginny shuddered as she felt Harry’s fingers on her soft skin, now hot with passion and desire, and she grasped at his shirt, trying to pull him closer to her to enjoy every part of him. Finally, Ginny pulled away from Harry for a minute, looked him straight in his eyes and said breathlessly, “Harry, I want you to make love to me.” Harry’s eyes went wide and his mouth dropped open for a second as he looked around the attic in disbelief. “H-here? N-now? Ginny, are you kidding me? You actually want to do it . . . up here? W-what about prying eyes? What if we get caught?” Ginny giggled at Harry’s reaction. “If you’re afraid of Heathcliffe seeing us, don’t be. He’s been in the family at least seven generations, I’m sure he’s seen worse than two people having sex . . . “ “It’s not that,” Harry interrupted, “I don’t really care about the ghoul seeing us. I’m more worried about,” Harry glanced down to the floor as if he could see the people several floors below and feared they would Apparate into the attic at any second, “other prying eyes.” He looked up and gave Ginny a meaningful look. “Besides,” Harry quickly added when he saw Ginny was about to protest, “there’s nowhere to do it up here. It’s dirty and there’s nothing soft to . . .” “Harry,” Ginny laughed as she unbuckled his belt and started to unzip his trousers, “no one’s going to see us and we can conjure up a mattress.” Harry gently brushed Ginny’s hands away from his trousers. “Ginny, I want to shag you; I really do . . .” “Harry, that’s crude!” Ginny giggled as she punched his chest good-naturedly. “Hey, you’re the one that wants to get naked where it’s so . . . open.” “Yeah, I do,” Ginny said with a breathless voice as she unbuttoned and unzipped her own jeans. Harry stared with obvious desire at Ginny’s open jeans and was barely able to croak out a response. “I . . . I just don’t think we should do it up here where it’s so . . . open.” Ginny laughed again and gave Harry a long, passionate kiss before starting to pull her tee-shirt off. “There you go again with it being too open up here. It’s not too open, but if you’re really worried, let’s go down to Ron’s room. It’s right below us and nobody will find us in there. Then we’ll have a bed and . . .” Harry moaned at how nice Ginny looked but then pulled her shirt back down and glanced around as if he expected people to jump out from behind the boxes surrounding them. “Not Ron’s room. What if he shows up and catches us?” Ginny practically fell over laughing. “Harry, what are you on about? Ron and Hermione have their own place. I doubt they’re going to all of a sudden Apparate into his old room right when we’re in bed together.” “Uh, yeah, well, okay, but wouldn’t it be better if we went down to your room?” “My room?” Ginny asked incredulously. “Harry, you’re afraid about being caught and yet you want us to do it in my room which is that much closer to the ground floor and a much more obvious hiding place if anyone is looking for us?” “Well, I just thought that it might be safer because . . .” “Because why, Harry?” Ginny had her hands on her hips and a hurt expression on her face. “Look. If you don’t want to have sex, just say it. I can’t believe you wouldn’t, but . . .” “Ginny,” Harry groaned in obvious frustration, “you know I want to do it with you. When have I not?” He again slid his hands up under her shirt and Ginny’s expression softened at his touch. “It’s just that I don’t know how we’d explain if they found us in the middle of . . .” Harry’s voice faltered a little in obvious embarrassment to which Ginny gazed at him in surprise and then burst out laughing. “Harry Potter! I can’t believe it. Are you embarrassed?” “No!” Harry responded almost a little too defensively. Ginny was still laughing as she started unbuttoning Harry’s shirt. “Well, shy boy, you don’t need to worry. The children are down in the kitchen with my mum.” “They are?” “Yes,” Ginny giggled happily, “grandma’s having them help her bake sugar biscuits. So, I figured we could have our own dessert.” “Why didn’t you tell me? Oh, never mind.” Harry stood up as Ginny wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Let’s go make love, Mrs. Potter.” |
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