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Category: Post-OotP, Post-HBP, Post-DH/AB Characters:Harry/Ginny, Harry/Ginny Genres: Romance Warnings: Intimate Sexual Situations, Negative Alcohol Use Story is Complete Rating: R Reviews: 102 Summary: Harry and Ginny have fun learning that there's a first time for everything. What are friends for, right? Hitcount: Story Total: 51921; Chapter Total: 10104 Author's Notes: This is the final chapter that will be posted at SIYE; as it is, I had to cut the majority of Harry's POV. If you want to read the unedited version as well as a bonus chapter, you can check it out at ff.net, under the pen name mhersheybar. Enjoy! |
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Harry was fairly positive that the Portkeys to Hogwarts he and the other guest lecturers had been given to get to the castle were absolutely not supposed to be used in the middle of the night. Particularly since he wasn’t due back at the school for another two weeks. He didn’t really care about the rules, though. Ten minutes after dropping Skye off at her flat Harry was back at his own, shrugging out of his robes and putting on comfortable clothes. Fifteen more minutes and he was in Ginny’s dark and quiet dorm room — all of its occupants thankfully asleep. He crossed over to Ginny’s bed and looked down at her; she was wearing only an oversized t-shirt and was sleeping scrunched in a ball on her side, hugging a pillow. She had kicked off most of her blankets. Harry pulled the hangings around her bed and then sat down, putting his hand on her exposed hip. Either his hand was cold or Ginny hadn’t been sleeping very deeply because she immediately startled. Her eyes flew open and she half jumped, half scooted into a sitting position on the corner of the bed, her arms wrapped around her knees and her eyes big and wary. It crossed Harry’s mind then that this was not the first time Ginny had been awoken in her dorm in the middle of the night and his heart broke a little when he thought about her at school the previous year. “Ginny, it’s me,” he whispered, even though the silencing charms and wards he had set in the room would keep her roommates from hearing them. In the moonlight, he could see the way her face reflect relief and then confusion. “Harry?” “Yeah.” “What are you . . . why aren’t you on your date?” Harry was surprised. He’d been prepared to blurt out his feelings — the words “I’m crazy about you” kept running through his brain — but Ginny’s question derailed his thoughts. He struggled to compose himself. Probably not a good idea to blurt that anyway — she might actually think I* am* crazy. “How did you know about that?” Ginny shrugged. “Ron and Hemione.” She was quiet for a moment, looking down at her comforter. “Skye’s really pretty, isn’t she? Where did you take her?” Harry automatically opened his mouth to tell Ginny about his date but then stopped himself. He may no longer be in blurting mode, but that didn’t mean he had any desire to sit and relive his date with Ginny as if she was no more than his good friend. She doesn’t know you think of her as more than a friend, a little voice inside his head said. “Right,” Harry said out loud. “Er . . .” he struggled to figure out how to say it. “Are you going to see her again?” When Ginny spoke, there was something in her voice that made Harry pause. It was even and quiet, totally lacking the teasing Ginny usually adopted when she asked Harry about him and some witch. She sounded . . . resigned, and in a flash, Harry understood. All his nervousness about what to say — about what Ginny was going to think - melted away, and he couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he answered her. “I didn’t practically break into Hogwarts in the middle of the night to tell you about my disastrous date, Ginny.” He was right -a hint of a smile flashed across her face. “Disastrous?” Harry scooted closer to Ginny until they were sitting side by side on the bed. “The worst,” he said. “Even if she hadn’t thought I was mental for fighting in the War instead of hiding like she did, it would have been an awful date.” He took Ginny’s hand. “She wasn’t you,” he finished simply. Harry could feel Ginny shiver next to him. “Why . . . why does that matter?” she asked quietly. “Well,” he began with as much nonchalance as he could muster, “I’m realizing I can be fairly thick sometimes, but I do know it’s considered rather bad form to go out on a date with a witch when you are in love with someone else.” He ignored Ginny’s intake of breath and continued. “And if that knowledge happens to hit you — finally — in the middle of said date, then I think it’s acceptable to end it as quickly and politely as possible and rush off to find the witch you love so that you can tell her.” He squeezed Ginny’s hand. “Even if it’s the middle of the night and you have to . . .” That was as far as Harry got because suddenly Ginny was in his lap and her lips were on his and he didn’t really want to talk anymore. When they came up for air a couple minutes later Harry was lying back on Ginny’s bed and she was fully on top of him. They looked at each other, noses practically touching, and suddenly Harry couldn’t help but laugh. Ginny giggled back and the feeling her hips wiggling against his almost made Harry forget that they probably needed to talk — at least a little bit — about all this. “When did you know?” asked Ginny, breaking into his thoughts. Harry rubbed his hands over Ginny’s bum before answering. “Somewhere between the entrée and dessert,” he said. “Skye had been going on about how foolish everyone had been to fight the Ministry and then the Death Eaters. I didn’t want to disagree with her — since we were on a date and everything,” Harry explained hastily when Ginny raised her eyebrows. “But the only thing I could think was how different she was from you, and that it would be so much better if it was you sitting across from me.” “Really?” asked Ginny. Harry smiled at Ginny and brushed her hair back from her face. “I know — now — how hard it must have been for you to watch me and Ron and Hermione leave last year, not even knowing where we were going. But you never questioned that we needed to go. And even before that you were right there fighting for what we knew was right. We could have all been killed any number of times, but every time I looked next to me, there you were.” Ginny had barely moved while Harry was talking. “And Skylar . . . ” she said. “Skylar made it quite clear that she didn’t believe in any of it. It was more than her just saying she preferred to keep her head down and her mouth shut — I really got the impression that she thought it was somebody else’s problem.” “Are you sure?” asked Ginny. “Maybe she was trying to hide the fact that she was just scared. Or that her parents’ wouldn’t let her fight.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “Are you defending Skye?” Ginny grinned. “I guess I can feel generous now.” “Well,” said Harry. “How generous do you feel knowing that she told me that she didn’t see why everyone made such a big deal about all the Ministry edicts — and that she had barely noticed a change in the government at all?” “She said that?” Ginny was incredulous. “And that she thought it was a waste of money to spend it on memorials and remembrances and things, and that if fewer people had gone running to Hogsmeade during the Final Battle, fewer would have died.” Ginny snorted. “And after she said that, how much longer did you stay on the date?” “I should have left way before that,” said Harry. He was nuzzling her neck and feeling pleasantly fuzzy as Ginny trailed her hands along his back. “We could have been doing this a lot sooner.” “Skylar Bloody Marks,” Ginny murmured, leaning her head back to give Harry better access. ******** “You know,” said Harry a couple minutes later as he traced lazy circles on the back of Ginny’s hand, “have you happened to notice the date, today?” “Hmmm,” said Ginny. “I’m not sure, but I think it might be January 31st.” “Yep,” agreed Harry. “January 31st. Seems to me there was something we had decided to do on January 31st.” He leaned over and began kissing her again, moving his tongue against her lips to get her to open her mouth. “Wait, Harry,” said Ginny. She pushed his hand away from where it was working its way underneath her shirt. “I don’t think we can do this.” Harry froze. “Why not?” he asked in a choked voice. “I thought you said . . . that you wanted . . .” He sounded so upset that Ginny had to bite back her giggle. She forced her voice to sound calm when she answered. “We agreed that we’d sleep together on January 31st only if neither of us was involved with someone,” she said. Harry understood immediately, his shoulders relaxed and he went back to tracing circles. “And now . . .” he began. “Now we’re both involved with someone,” she answered. She couldn’t keep the satisfaction out of her voice. “And since we’re both involved with someone, what does that do to our agreement?” Harry didn’t answer her right away. He looked seriously at her as if he was considering exactly how to frame an answer she wasn’t going to like. “Well,” he said. “I guess maybe it means it’s off then.” He spoke so earnestly that Ginny might have believed him for a second — maybe, if she couldn’t also feel him against her thigh. She shifted a bit as if she was merely trying to get more comfortable on the bed and caught him watching the way her bare leg pressed into his arousal. He swallowed. “Then again,” he continued, “maybe we just have to change the . . . parameters of what we’ve agreed to do.” “How would they change?” asked Ginny. She knew what she wanted — she knew what he wanted too — and she wanted him to say it. Harry put his arms around her and rolled until she was on top of him again. “Well,” he said, reaching up to kiss her lightly, “for starters, we agree that everything we do, from now on, is because we love each other and we want to, not because we want to get it over with.” “I can live with that,” said Ginny softly. “Because,” Harry continued assertively, running his hands up and down Ginny’s back and making her shiver, “I want it to be clear that I do love you. Right now. And not just as a friend.” His hands stopped, and just for a second, a hint of hesitance crept into his voice. “Is that strange? That I just realized an hour ago how I feel about you, and I’m already saying it? It’s usually supposed to take a while, I think.” “It has taken a while, Harry,” she said. “We just somehow failed to see it.” She gave him a joking grimace. “I think we’re thicker than even my brother and Hermione.” Harry groaned. “Don’t ever let them know you said that,” he said. “We’d never live it down.” “Although I can kind of see why we didn’t realize it,” she mused. It had bugged her all week that she had totally failed to realize that she liked Harry as more than a friend — and probably had for some time — but now she was closer to understanding why. Of course, the fact that she was half naked and was lying contentedly on top of him probably gave her particular clarity about the issue. “Why?” asked Harry. He’d begun slowly raising and lowering his hips against her. For a minute, Ginny was distracted. “Why . . .uhh . . . why?” she mumbled. “Why what?” Harry pushed a little harder. “Why didn’t we realize it?” Ginny repositioned herself, realizing that but for the little scrap of cotton of her knickers and his pants, they’d be . . . Focus Ginevra! She forced herself back to Harry’s question. “Well, I think we were both so comfortable with our friendship, it didn’t occur to us to be more. Everything we did sort of fit into the fact that we were friends. Very good friends, of course.” The last part of her answer came out as more of a gasp because Harry had clasped her bum and pushed her into him. Ginny was tingling all over. She knew something was going to happen between them tonight — soon, and she still couldn’t quite believe it. She’d spent half the week imagining Harry having sex with bloody Skylar Marks, after all. “Yeah,” said Harry. “Like, when you gave me my . . . gift at Christmas, I actually thought to myself, ‘wow, Ginny is a really great friend,’ when what I should have been thinking is, ‘wow, Ginny is really amazing — I should get off my arse and ask her out.’” He leaned into her suddenly and wrapped his arms around her back. “Don’t ever let me be that thick again,” he mumbled into her neck. “Me either,” said Ginny. Harry raised himself up on his forearms and looked down at her. “So,” he said, licking his lips. “Are we going to . . . do this?” His eyes were wide and dilated and Ginny could feel his entire body trembling above her. She didn’t even have to think about it. “Yes please,” she said. “I want to.” “I want to too,” Harry said thickly. “A lot.” Ginny started to joke that she could tell — even raised up on his arms, the bulge in Harry’s trousers skimmed her belly — but the look in his eyes made her say something else entirely. “I love you.” The words rolled off her tongue easily. They’d said them to each other before — but it still felt like the first time. Harry’s face lit up with happiness. “And I love you.” He rolled over to lie next to her on his side. “Otherwise I won’t have enough control to go much farther,” he explained with a wry grin. Ginny scooted closer and hooked one leg around Harry’s hip. “So this is torture?” she asked innocently. Harry groaned before putting both hands on her shoulders and pushing her slightly away. “You do want to have sex tonight, right? Actual sex? Because if you keep that up, there’s no way I’m going to last even until you’re totally naked.” In response, Ginny sat up and pulled her t-shirt over her head and dumped it unceremoniously on the floor. “Better?” she asked. She shivered as Harry licked his lips and stared at her breasts. “You still have your knickers on,” he said hoarsely. Before she could even retort that he was completely dressed, Harry was sitting up too, kicking off his shoes and pushing down his trousers. His jumper and pants followed Ginny’s shirt to the floor and soon the two of them were lying facing each other wearing only their underwear. Ginny giggled. “That was fast.” Harry put his hands on her face and kissed her. “Yeah, well, let’s hope that’s the only thing that’s fast tonight.” “You’re worried about that, aren’t you?” asked Ginny. She was skimming her hand up and down Harry’s side, enjoying how smooth his skin felt, pulled taut over the muscles of his abdomen and thigh. “I think it’s practically required that a bloke worry about it, his first time,” said Harry. “Well,” said Ginny, hooking her leg over his again, “if it goes too fast the first time we’ll just have to try it again.” “And again,” agreed Harry. As she moved her hands to the waistband of Harry’s boxers, Ginny mentally thanked Merlin that nothing about this felt awkward. Maybe it was because they had gotten so many prerequisites out of the way while they were still just friends but now Ginny felt totally comfortable. Nothing had really changed between them. Except for everything. “I still feel like your friend too,” Harry said suddenly, as if Ginny had spoken out loud. “I know,” nodded Ginny. She smirked. “For example, I can comment on your technique and how you can make improvements, like I would have when we were just trying to check things off our list.” Harry raised his eyebrows. “And what makes you think I’m going to be the one needing to make improvements?” he asked. “Personally, I think you’re going to find me pretty darn close to perfect.” As if to prove his point he suddenly bent his head dow n and gave her a deep kiss, and then flicked his tongue across the most sensitive part of her neck. She couldn’t help but gasp at the shock of heat that seemed to shoot straight from Harry’s mouth down through her body and she arched her back and moaned. Harry looked up with a satisfied grin. “I thought so.” Ginny swatted him lightly. “I’d call you a prat, but I want you to do that again.” Harry looked around at the dark red hangings surrounding the bed and smirked. “How does it feel to know that you are about to lose your virginity in your Hogwarts dormitory, with your roommates sleeping only a couple of feet away?” “It makes me hope that you are as good at setting privacy charms as Hermione,” she said, grinning back. Time seemed to move in slow motion after that. After Ginny said a contraception spell they stopped talking, and when Harry bent over to kiss her in the silence, Ginny felt the subtle shift in the way he touched her. It wasn’t tentative; it didn’t stop at the implied limit they’d always followed before. He possessed her with his eyes and then with his mouth and hands, exploring every inch of her body. She leaned back and let him. He began at her neck, giving her light nibbling kisses that tickled and drove her crazy. She tried to force herself to stay still but after a minute had to wrap her arms around Harry’s back and pull him closer. He groaned quietly into the dip of her collarbone. “Going slow . . . isn’t easy when you do that Ginny,” he said. “I’ll try to be still,” she promised. But it was no use. Harry’s hands and tongue were everywhere and it felt so good that Ginny couldn’t help but wrap her arms around him as tightly as she could. “Is that good?” he asked cheekily. “Fuck, yes,” Ginny groaned. “Don’t stop.” “No chance of that,” Harry agreed. He moved his second hand down to her knickers and then looked at her. “These are pretty much just in the way, you know?” “Get rid of them then,” Ginny gasped. She was focusing all her attention on the tiny spasms of pleasure that Harry’s fingers were creating. Harry obligingly pulled off Ginny’s knickers. ************************ Afterwards, Harry collapsed on top of Ginny, breathing heavily. She rubbed his back lightly, moving up and down in slow, gentle strokes, tickling lightly at his sides. Harry gave her a kiss and then positioned himself on his side, next to Ginny. She was smiling at him with her entire face. He cupped her cheek in his palm and asked anxiously, “So it didn’t hurt too much?” Ginny shook her head. “No. I mean, it did hurt a little bit, at first, but it didn’t last that long.” Harry was watching her intently to make sure she wasn’t trying to keep anything from him. “But you didn’t . . . you know.” He frowned a bit. “Is that okay?” Ginny grinned. “Yes, it’s okay Harry. You took care of me first, remember? It’s not the same for a witch as a wizard. We can enjoy ourselves even if we don’t . . . you know, really.” She turned her head and kissed Harry’s palm, then looked up into his eyes. “So, was it what you expected? For you, I mean.” Harry shook his head. “No. It was only a million times better.” He chuckled. “It was unbelievable, actually. I can’t believe we actually just had sex!” He kissed Ginny. “Thank you.” “Thank you,” said Ginny. She leaned back into her pillow. “So, are you going to stay here all night?” Harry sighed. “Better not. I already broke a bunch of rules getting here.” He brushed a lock of hair away from her face. “I really wish I could wake up next to you tomorrow.” Ginny nodded. “Me too.” She sat up and leaned over the bed to grab their clothes. Harry grabbed her around the waist. “I don’t have to leave this second, though,” he said. Ginny looked at him and smiled. “Really?” Harry nodded. “Really. And,” he said dramatically, grabbing his traveling cloak from the end of her bed. “I brought my Invisibility Cloak.” Ginny grinned at him. “We could get into a lot of trouble wandering around the castle under your Cloak.” Harry grinned back. “I know.” He paused for a second. “Wanna try?” |
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