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By Deadptarmigan

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Category: Alternate Universe, Post-DH/AB
Characters:None
Genres: Drama
Warnings: None
Rating: R
Reviews: 41
Summary: When Dumbledore dies in the middle of Harry's sixth year, it changes everything. Years later, the war is over, but it is desperately hard to go home again.
Hitcount: Story Total: 22225; Chapter Total: 1464
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April 20, 2000 — May 02, 2000

The first few weeks of the Auror program were comprised of the hardest work Ginny had ever done. The classes were taxing, mentally; she'd taken to studying during her breakfast. Her potions instructor had the strict attention to detail of Professor Snape combined with the personalities of Fred and George. The combination was truly dizzying. Harry also kept her troop going through the paces. Every afternoon, he had them apply what they were learning in class, and put it into a real world context for them. It was physically and mentally exhausting... Ginny fell into bed each night and slept like a rock until the alarm blared.

She had not been happier since before the war.

Week one was more introductory than anything – Harry tested their reflexes, while the professors tested their knowledge. ("Excellent, trainee," Ginny heard, several times, each more gratifying than the last). The second week, they were thrown into learning so many new things that Ginny's head spun. But she got used to it. She got acclimated.

On a Sunday two weeks into training, Ginny wrote to the twins and told them everything. It was late afternoon when she headed to the owlery. Everyone was either napping or had gone home for the weekend. Ginny hummed to herself as she walked; so certain was she that she was alone, that she dropped into a battle crouch every once in a while, then turned it into a dance, adding a pirouette every once in a while, just to keep it fun.

"Your form looks good," said Harry.

Ginny, in the middle of a spin, nearly dropped her letter. He stood not ten feet away. She smiled at him. "I'm learning from the best," she said cheerfully. "Though I suppose I wasn't being very vigilant."

Harry smiled back. "Don't worry, I won't tell. Where are you headed, anyway?"

"To the owlery, to send off my letter to the twins," Ginny said, before she remembered that writing to the twins made her sound like a complete nutter. A horrible flush stung her cheeks. "I mean – I mean–"

She stood her ground, and didn't look away. I'm not a nutter, I'm not a nutter, she chanted inwardly. He looked a little sad.

"I wish I'd thought of that," Harry blew out a breath. "It must be very therapeutic."

Ginny nodded, her horrible flush receding. "It is, you know. I can talk to them... tell them things..."

Ginny remembered suddenly that she'd once been able to talk to Harry, to tell Harry things. Being at Hogwarts felt so very long ago. She fiddled nervously with her robes. The silence stretched for a bit, feeling more and more awkward.

"Yeah, I can see the appeal," Harry moved a little closer. "You know how Dumbledore's death tore me up... if I'd thought of writing him... get my thoughts out... pretend he'd have those impossibly wise replies winging their way toward me..."

The awkwardness had fled. Ginny knew he was thinking of that late night in the common room, when they'd held each other and cried. She'd fallen a little more in love– but she halted that train of thought right there. Dangerous thoughts, Ginny told herself.

"I do it because I know whatever I say, the twins will – the twins would make me laugh." Ginny shook her head impatiently. "I'm not a nutter, I swear. I know they're gone, I just–"

"I know," said Harry.

Ginny looked at him, and knew he understood perfectly. Time and distance had not quite managed to sap all their friendship away.

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07 May, 2000

For the most part, his and Ron's troops did not mingle in the afternoons, but today was special. Today they were practicing aerial maneuvers, and he and Ron decided it would be more fun (for them) if they were all together. Both of their troops had lost people: Harry only had eight, and Ron had nine. So it was almost a Quidditch team on both sides.

The large trunk they'd brought out rocked back and forth. He and Ron had bewitched Quaffles to attack (they'd almost used Bludgers, but decided there was lower risk for real injury with Quaffles). He could not resist the urge to rub his hands together with glee.

He glanced at the trainees, standing at attention, holding their brooms. Ginny was in the front row, looking nearly as gleeful as he felt. "You're learning aerial maneuvering today. There's only one rule: avoid the Quaffles!"

Ron released them, and the trainees shot into the air.

Harry watched them go, eyes lingering on Ginny. She was clearly the best, and Harry was not surprised. He remembered how good she'd been at Hogwarts... she'd been the life and soul of the Quidditch team, Ginny. And she was even more beautiful now–

"Stop it," Harry muttered. How could he think that, when he still hadn't given up on Nosy? And it was grossly unfair to Nosy to think Ginny beautiful... Harry did not even know what Nosy truly looked like...

"Stop what?" Ron looked at him oddly.

"Nothing. Just thought I saw a trainee about to tumble," Harry lied feebly.

Ron nodded, then gestured to the sky. "She's really good. I forgot how good she was."

Harry looked at Ginny again, and felt another pang of guilt: her robes had ridden up, and when she leaned forward, Harry caught a glimpse of her shapely bum. A few short years ago, all he'd been able to think about was that bum... maybe that's why he couldn't look away...

Harry forced his eyes off her, and got his head back in the game.

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19 May 2000

Ginny dodged and weaved her way to the end of the obstacle course. She was the first, and Harry clapped. She nodded to him, and dropped to the ground, panting for breath.

"That was evil," she moaned, rubbing her eyes. Ginny peeked at him, he was grinning proudly.

"You were brilliant, though!" He said.

Ginny just groaned. Harry and Ron and the rest of the professors had gone all out, turning a nearby island into an obstacle course filled with wicked puzzles and booby traps. Everything they had learned in the last month had been needed. And Ginny was exhausted.

She felt him sit down next to her, but did not open her eyes.

"I saw you over the knife chasm, and you were great," Harry offered.

"Thanks," Ginny murmured. She cracked her eye open again. "Which ones did you come up with? The boggart?"

"That, and a couple others, most noticeably the fog. I'd intended everyone to use the Patronus Charm to get through it," Harry nudged her foot.

Ginny was quiet. The Patronus Charm had been the most exciting thing they'd learned as part of Dumbledore's Army. Ginny had been so proud to learn it. She'd summoned it nearly every night for a week.

"I haven't tried the Patronus Charm in years," Ginny said, sitting up, and brushing her hair out of her eyes. She could see Harry watching her closely.

She looked at him. They had another moment of accord, where she knew he understood that she had not tried in years because she was afraid she could no longer produce a happy enough thought.

"I know you can do it," Harry said quietly.

Ginny did not really want to find out, but she'd never been a coward. She stood, and brushed off the seat of her robes. Drawing her wand, she tried to think of a happy thought... what would work? That one? No, too weak. And not that one either. Finally she pushed Moody's curse into a dusty corner of her mind, and jumbled everything good together: saving Barrow, falling for Grumpy, finding her way back to a friendship with Harry, the fact of her own survival despite her illness, being accepted into the Auror program, and being quite good at it... Ginny focused on all of those things at once...

"Expecto Patronum," she said.

A light flashed, momentarily blinding her. Ginny's heart soared. She'd done it, she could produce a Patronus! She looked at it, expecting to see her mare...

It was a Phoenix. A silvery, glowing Phoenix. It was so beautiful, it took Ginny's breath away. Tears sprang into her eyes.

Her eyes met Harry's. "It's beautiful, Gin, but is there something you aren't telling me about your feelings for Dumbledore?"

Ginny huffed out a laugh. "No," she said. "No. This is its own thing."

She turned to watch her Patronus. It was showing off for her and Harry, whirling, swooping, diving. It was beautiful... the most beautiful thing she'd ever seen...

"Thanks, Harry."

"You're welcome."

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May 24, 2000

Ginny knocked on the door.

"Enter," said Harry. He looked up, surprised to see her, then at his watch. "Damn, Gin, I'm sorry. I forgot we had our meeting today."

Ginny hovered in the doorway. "Need me to come back?"

"Noooo," he said slowly. "I'm finishing this up, then I can start."

Ginny sat in front of his desk. He looked exhausted and worried, and not at all like the grown up Harry she'd come to know over the last few weeks.

"Everything okay?" she asked softly.

Harry put his head in his hands and groaned. "I just feel... it's been... the war ended a year ago, but it's just not..." he eyed her sharply. "What do you know of Voldemort? Did you know he made Horcruxes? Do you know what Horcruxes are?"

Moody's curse slammed down in her mind, and all Ginny could do was stare at him blankly.

"Of course not," Harry muttered. Then he proceeded to tell her the whole story. Parts of it she already knew... but much of it she didn't. Harry spoke himself hoarse, and the light coming from the window had changed.

Ginny cried when he told her he, Harry, had been a Horcrux... one made unintentionally when Voldemort tried to kill him as a baby.

"Oh, Harry," she said shakily. "I'm so sorry. So sorry."

"It was worth it," said Harry.

She reached out and laid her hand on his. They both stared at it. "I'm grateful you defeated him, but I wish you hadn't had to pay such a high price."

"Thank you, Ginny," he said. "I'm not the only one who paid such a high price... we're all just... struggling. I just wish I knew for sure it was over. I feel like it's over, but I can't be sure... we never found that damn Ravenclaw tiara Horcrux. If I could just find it... then I'd know if he was really gone. That it was really over. That we could all breathe..."

Ginny looked at him, her heart breaking.

The moment the damn curse is broken... the moment that happens, I will tell him about the Horcrux, Ginny vowed. The very moment.

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May 26, 2000

Ginny stirred restlessly in bed. She'd gotten used to the training and schedule, and she no longer fell asleep the instant her head hit the pillow. It gave her time to think about the day, to prepare herself for tomorrow.

But tonight her thoughts kept straying to how long it had been since she'd had sex. Her sex drive had taken a long time to come back, but now it had, and Ginny was aching.

She flipped over onto her stomach, and could not help grinding into the mattress, stirring her up even more. "God," Ginny muttered. Reaching over, she switched on her lamp, grateful suddenly that they had private rooms. Still, she grabbed her wand and reinforced the wards. Ginny'd always lived in fear of getting caught at this by her family, and her excessive caution persisted to this day.

Ginny kicked off the covers. She was wearing her Weird Sisters t-shirt, and a pair of threadbare underwear that had seen better days. She pulled them down off her hips, and spread her legs. Her fingers tangled in her curls, tugging at it, brushing the hair against already sensitive skin. "Ahhhhh," said Ginny.

She stroked herself, playing, spreading the moisture around. Her thoughts strayed to Grumpy, and the lead up to him being inside her. She thought of the feverish kissing, the brief foreplay...

And it just... wasn't... right.

Ginny brushed her hand over her stomach, and cupped her breast, rubbing her thumb against her nipple until it budded.

She closed her eyes and pretended it was someone else's hand... not small and callused... larger. She thought of nothing but that hand, squeezing her breast, stroking her. Exploring her.

God, she'd only had sex twice, and she was craving it.

She spread her legs wider, and touched her clit, rubbed it back and forth. It was slippery, but she still wasn't...

With a small sound of frustration, Ginny closed her eyes and thought of Harry. There it is, thought Ginny. Her old standby. Her clit throbbed. She rubbed more moisture around, thinking of Harry doing this, thinking of Harry putting his fingers in her, then his penis, laying flat on top of her.

She ground her palm against herself. So good, it was so good when she thought of him on that hillside above the obstacle course, his robes open... Ginny tried to imagine what his penis would look like...

So good.

Ginny pumped her fingers in and out in time with Dream Harry's thrusts. They were in his office now, she was riding him on his chair... her fingers spasmed, and she jerked them over her clit, rubbing, rubbing...

She came with a grunt of satisfaction.

Ahhhhh, that was bloody fantastic.

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May 28, 2000

It had come on so slowly that Harry hardly realized what was happening until he was wanking in the shower every morning to thoughts of Ginny. It was like he was in sixth year again... things had changed, Harry'd thought he no longer had those feelings for Ginny, had thought too much time had passed, had thought he was in love with Nosy – a girl he hadn't seen for a year, and, horrible thought though it was, may be gone from his life forever.

His chest tightened, and he leaned his head against the shower door. It was always like this. He would spend nearly the entire afternoon with Ginny and the other trainees... he couldn't help but notice how beautiful she was, how funny, how clever. He'd even get erections, watching her.

He looked down at his penis. The thing had a mind of its own, and it wanted Ginny, bad. And... Harry had to admit to himself, he did too.

It felt disloyal.

It felt disloyal, wrong, and so bloody hot.

Harry gritted his teeth, and stroked himself hard again.

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June 02, 2000

"You want me to… come to the pub with you," Ginny said slowly. Her brother looked a little uncomfortable.

"Yeah, we're going to the pub, and I — we — Hermione and I want to see you there," said Ron.

Ginny widened her eyes. "Isn't that fraternization? That's against the rules, Ron."

"I don't think it counts when it's your brother," Ron pointed out, narrowing his eyes at her. "You're coming with us. You haven't even left once the entire time you've been here. Don't be a smart arse."

"But I thought I was just another trainee–"

"Just during work. It's Saturday. We're all off."

He left her then to get ready, threatening to drag her out by her feet like he used to do when they were kids, if she didn't come out of her own accord. Despite her words, she was a little excited. Her fingers were shaking with it. She chose a simple dress and shawl, brushed her hair, put on the earrings Luna got her for her birthday a few years ago, and headed out the door at a run…

…only to almost run smack into Harry.

He caught her by the elbows. Sudden heat sprung up where his hands touched her, and Ginny's knees gave a little tremble. She thought she saw an answering look in his eyes… that look she'd seen in her fifth year, that had almost made her believe that he desired her. But then Ron's loud voice interrupted them.

"Sorry about that," Ginny murmured.

"We're meeting Hermione there, she's grabbing us a table," Ron said happily.

"Where are we going?" Ginny asked.

"My favorite pub," he said.

Harry groaned. "You just like it because you drink for free." He laughed.

"Apparate Ginny there, would you?" Ron did not wait for an answer, but disappeared with a small pop.

"Well," said Harry. "Shall we?"

He held out his arm. Ginny took it. There was that flash of heat again. She wrapped her hands around his bicep. It's funny, she thought. Time seems to move slower when I'm near him. She ducked her head, so he couldn't see her sudden frown. Maybe she ought to lay off playing with herself while thinking about Harry. It was causing… complications when she was actually with him.

"We're here," said Harry.

Ginny blinked, shocked. She'd barely even been aware of the Side Along Apparition. "Where's here?" Ginny asked, but once she became fully aware of her surroundings she knew exactly where they were. Her jaw slowly dropped.

"Ginny?"

"I–I–"

Ron popped his head out the door to the Swishbaggle's pub. "Come in, I'm starving, and we want to order."

"Raised by werewolves, that one," Ginny muttered.

Harry laughed. "Hey, some of my best friends are werewolves."

She flashed a grin at him as they walked in. "How on earth did you find this place? Do you know Finny?"

"Finny-?"

But Harry was interrupted when a loud voice boomed, "GINNY!"

Mr. Swishbaggle came around the side of the bar, and shook her hand, beaming. "It's good to see you, lass! Are you back to stay? We still have your things in the basement… you can have your old room back."

Ron, Hermione, and Harry were all gaping at Ginny.

"Erm, I won't be staying… I didn't know we were coming here, actually! My brother forced me out with his girlfriend and his best mate… this is just a happy coincidence!" Ginny was babbling, but could not seem to stop herself. "Thanks for keeping my things…"

"Of course, of course, anything for you, you saved our girl," Mr. Swishbaggle was simply beaming as he looked from her to Ron. "And you're Ginny's brother!"

Ron was dumbfounded. "I–yes, I'm Ginny's brother…"

"I told you how my daughter was saved from Hogwarts, and it was Ginny who got her out of there! Saved her life; they were going to have her punished just for how she was born. But Ginny, she saved her."

Ginny blushed under the weight of the older three's gazes. She opened her mouth to say something, but Moody's curse slipped into her thoughts and held her tongue. She shrugged at them, while inwardly damning the curse…

"I lived here once I moved back to London," explained Ginny, once Mr. Swishbaggle let them go sit down. "I lived above the bar in a tiny little flat… it was hardly a flat, though, no kitchen."

"Why didn't you go to the Burrow?" Ron burst out, as though he couldn't help himself.

Ginny looked at him blankly. It isn't that easy, Ginny wanted to tell him. Instead, she let her gaze wander over to the window, in a silent gesture that she would not appreciate any further lines of questioning. She could feel Harry's gaze on her, and wanted desperately to tell them everything…

But it wasn't to be.

Hermione changed the subject to Magical Law, and Ron swiftly changed the subject to Quidditch. And so Ginny spent an evening with family, and friends, something she hadn't done in far too long.

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The training room echoed with Ron's laugh (Harry noticed that Ron's new favorite part of helping train the new Aurors was making them suffer by sounding the alarm at three in the morning), and Harry couldn't help but smile back.

It was past three in the morning, and Harry had decided that his group of trainees ought to have a little wake up call. It was important to test their reflexes, to make sure that they didn't lag too much. He had specific worries about Emory, who often dragged himself in five to ten minutes late in the mornings with huge circles under his eyes. Harry could only imagine how long the alarm would have to go off in Emory's room before the poor bloke woke up.

"Who do you think will be last?" Ron asked, as though guessing his thoughts.

"Emory," Harry replied firmly, without even having to think about it.

This surprised Ron. "Not Ginny?" he asked.

"Ginny?" Harry stared at him, equally surprised.

"Ginny's always had a hard time getting out of bed in the mornings," Ron explained. "Mum used to go into fits about it, actually..." Ron's brow creased a little. He and Ron hadn't spoken specifically about Ginny, her return, and her career choice since Ron had exploded, but Harry knew his friend well enough that he was still stewing over it.

"Ginny's an excellent trainee," Harry told him honestly. "I don't think she's ever been late." In fact, Harry wouldn't be surprised if she was the first to show up. The last month had shown him that she had more drive and was more focused than the other trainees.

"Hm," Ron said noncommittally. He glanced down at his watch, staring at the moving stars and planets on the face of it for a moment, and then looked back up. "Are you ready?"

"One second," Harry said. He stretched, yawned, and reached down and touched his toes. It wouldn't do to show the trainees that it was just as late a night for him as it was for them. Moody had taught them that a true leader pushes himself harder than anyone else. Or at least pretended to. "All right."

Ron strode over to the side of the wall toward the bell, and tapped it once with his wand. A deep gong sounded once, twice, and finally a third time. The trainees, most of whom were probably sleeping in their beds, would hear it as though the gong was in their rooms, right next to their ear. One heartbeat passed, and then two. Harry had almost counted to five before a loud crack broke the quiet.

Ginny landed almost directly on top of him. Harry recognized her immediately by the sudden waft of wildflowers, he caught her elbows in his hands, steadying her. "I told you she'd be the first to arrive," Harry told Ron happily. Ginny muttered an apology and then stepped backward.

The shy, embarrassed note in her voice was enough for Harry to give her a second glance, despite the fact that two others had Apparated, and he was supposed to be paying attention...

Her hair was tousled, and one side of her face was flushed from resting against her pillow. Ron was laughing heartily - Harry had the feeling that someone had shown up in a state of undress - but for several seconds, Harry simply couldn't take his eyes off of Ginny. She wore a blue Weird Sisters t-shirt, and a pair of black knickers. Lacy black knickers. Harry swallowed hard, feeling dizzy.

He tore his eyes away from her knickers, but his gaze almost immediately found her breasts. Stop looking, stop looking! he ordered himself. But she was cold, and her nipples were puckered, he could see them clearly through her thin shirt-

"Hey!" Ron suddenly barked. "Stop ogling my sister!"

Harry jerked his head to the side, forcing himself to look away, and try to pretend, to his best mate, that the sight of Ginny's knickers and nipples had not just caused every thought in Harry's head to fly away. The blood was pounding through his veins, and he was almost painfully erect. Thank Merlin for robes. "I-" Harry began, not knowing quite what to say.

But to his relief, Ron was not glaring at Harry, ready to thump him for staring at Ginny, but had his arms folded across his chest. The focus of his ire was Mapother, who looked frightened by the intensity of Ron's protectiveness.

"Yes, sir," Mapother squeaked.

"That's right," Ron said.

"Auror Weasley," Ginny said, a dangerous note in her voice.

"What?" Ron asked, surly.

"I'm just another trainee, remember," she said through gritted teeth. Harry gave her another fleeting glance. Or he attempted to make it fleeting. His gaze lingered long enough so that he was disappointed that her arms were now covering her breasts.

Damn.

"You aren't just another-"

"Yes. I am," Ginny said loudly. Harry was forcibly reminded of her first day here, and prayed silently that the situation would not escalate into a duel. "Aren't you the one who said you couldn't give me any special favors, and that I wasn't to come to you with complaints-"

"But-"

"And weren't you the one who said it'd just be best if, at work, you were just another Auror, and I'm just another trainee?" she talked right over her brother. Harry noted that Ron's ears were turning bright red. The other trainees were looking on with interest; some of them were stifling laughs. Harry probably would have been similarly amused had he not been so aroused that he actually looked down, to make sure his robes were hiding it.

"Why aren't you dressed, anyway?" Ron demanded, changing tack.

"I was sleeping!" Ginny no longer sounded the slightest bit embarrassed, and Harry could not help but admire that she didn't let her brother cow her.

Harry tried to focus, but he kept having to glance over at her knickers, as though he was trying to memorize the way they looked. Or try to see through them.

"We're in the Orkney Islands, it's freezing," Ron pointed out. Harry could not help but think Ron was right. Why did she have to turn up here, looking like that? And now Harry couldn't concentrate on the task at hand... all he could think about were her nipples, and wanting to see them... not just their outline.

Focus, Harry, he ordered himself.

"And what do you wear to bed, Auror Moron?" Ginny asked scornfully. She tossed her hair over her shoulder, giving Harry another tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.

With huge effort, he looked away, and toward Ron, who appeared to be quite furious. "Stop," Harry said firmly, stepping between the two and facing Ron. "Ron, give her your robe. Ginny, you can't call Ron a moron-"

"Even when he's acting like one?" she muttered just loud enough for Harry to hear.

"But she-" Ron started.

"Just do it, Ron," Harry told him. "The sooner we finish here, the sooner you can get back to Hermione."

Ron blew out a breath and shrugged off his outer robes, tossing them to Harry, who turned and handed them to Ginny. The part of him that wanted nothing more than to look at her tried to mutiny, but the sane part of him won out. Later, Harry said. Though he didn't know quite what he was going to do later (although he had a shrewd idea wanking would be involved).

"Let's get started," Harry said.

Harry did his best to ignore the sudden confusion in his head. His body wasn't confused, no, not at all. He kept up a running chant in his mind: she's Ron's sister, she's out of bounds, went directly with there are rules against it! Granted, there wasn't anything that Robards could do about Harry's sudden, shocking attraction to one of his trainees - it was obvious that, like the fact he'd blown up his Aunt Marge in third year with accidental magic, Harry could likewise not control what his penis obviously wanted.

Badly.

Later, Harry couldn't remember which trainees did well and which did poorly in the exercises he had them do. The important test (their reaction times) had already passed, and drilling them on various hexes, curses, and methods to guard themselves against attack was just a reason to make dragging them out of bed at three in the morning worthwhile.

Not even an hour later, Harry dismissed them. Ron hung back with his troop, punishing the late-comers with a few last minute tests.

"Good night, Auror Potter," Ginny said, winking.

For some reason, hearing her call him that caused a swooping sensation in his belly that might have been nerves.

"Good night," Harry said, trying not to look at her. Expecting to hear the crack of her Disapparation, he waited in vain. Instead, the more mundane sound of a door opening and closing reached his ears. She's going to walk back? Harry thought in disbelief. It's four in the bloody morning!

The other trainees were receiving final instructions from Ron before Apparating away.

Not that he was paying much more than cursory attention to them. He didn't precisely stare at the door, but he was highly aware that Ginny had just walked out of it. I'm just worried for her safety, Harry told himself. But with a sinking feeling, he realized he was more interested in the state of her nipples (most likely erect - the Orkney Islands were cold year round) than in whether or not she could make it back to her room without running into trouble. He was too aware that she could take care of herself to fool himself.

Without even thinking consciously about it, Harry gave his head a shake and strode after her. Once outside in the brisk air, he hurried. He didn't run - not quite - but he made sure that he was walking fast enough to overtake her. He wrapped his cloak tightly around himself, bending his head into the wind, and closing his eyes. Even with his glasses on, his eyes had started to tear up.

A sudden bang shocked him enough that he dropped to the ground. A red light streamed over his head - A Stunner,thought Harry - and he said loudly, "Ginny, it's me! Harry!"

"What are you doing out here?" she asked, surprised. He couldn't see her face as he picked himself up off the ground, brushing off his robes. The path from the training center to where the trainees lived was not well lit, and he could barely see her outline.

He didn't really have an answer for her, except that his heart was beating rather quickly, and it had nothing to do with the cold or the fact that she'd just attacked him. Inexplicably, his erection had returned, as though the stunning spell had been foreplay.

"If you came out here to protect me-" Ginny began exasperatedly.

"I didn't," Harry said. And quite suddenly, he'd gripped her wrist, and started pulling her off the path. "You can protect yourself, can't you?" he asked. Not waiting for an answer, he bent his head and found her mouth with his. He was expecting it to be pleasant; he had not expected that things would ignite almost immediately. As soon as their lips met, she rocked up hard into him, wrapping her arms around him.
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