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      Harry_Potter, Ginny_Weasley
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      Published: 2007-10-02 Words: 8090
****** Alone at Last ******
by pettybureaucrat [archived by thequidditchpitch_archivist]
Summary
     Harry decides he must see Ginny and consummate their relationship
Notes
     Note from Annie, the archivist: this story was originally archived at
     The_Quidditch_Pitch, which went offline in 2015 when the hosting
     expired, at a time I was not able to renew it. I contacted Open
     Doors, hoping to preserve the archive using an old backup, and began
     importing these works as an Open Doors-approved project in April
     2017. Open Doors e-mailed all authors about the move and posted
     announcements, but may not have reached everyone. If you are (or
     know) this creator, please contact us using the e-mail address on The
     Quidditch_Pitch_collection_profile.
     Author's notes: First in a series of fics I hope to write dealing
     with DH and the immediate aftermath. Harry and company are going to
     find that change doesn't come easily in the wizarding world.

Author's notes:
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"Well, I must get back to Dora and little Teddy," said the exhausted but
gleeful Remus Lupin.

"Wait a second, Remus," Harry stopped him. "Could you please take this to ...
to Ginny for me?"

Harry handed his old professor a small envelope with some parchment in it. 
Lupin gave Harry a knowing smile and a wink before leaving.

"What was in the note, Harry?" Ron asked in his 'big brother' voice.

"Just saying hello, Ron!" Harry snapped.  "I haven't seen her since July!  Now,
we all need to get some rest, but I need to clear my head a little first.
Godfather Harry, wow…"

Harry went to the door of Shell Cottage and told Bill he'd be back in shortly.

"You didn't tell Ginny anything about this place, did you?" Bill asked bluntly.

"Do I look stupid?" Harry snarled, upset that Bill still seemed to be treating
him as a kid.

"You're not messing her about, are you?" Bill asked rather rudely.

"You're married now, Bill, or have you forgotten? You need to concentrate on
your wife instead of your sister," Harry replied rather sharply. He was getting
fed up with this Weasley male protectiveness of Ginny. Other than knowing that
she was at Muriel's, he had been told precious little about her for months.

"No need to get shirty, Harry," Bill apologized. "Go take your walk, but don't
go beyond the wards." Harry nodded and the conversations faded away as Harry
went out and shut the door.

It was a peaceful evening, not too cool and very quiet except for the eternal
presence of the sea. Harry walked to Dobby's grave, bowed his head and thought
about the little elf - about how he had died rescuing them all from Malfoy
Manor and how that event had given Harry the idea of how he might finally be
able to see Ginny for the first time in months.
He couldn't believe how much he missed her. She was in his thoughts constantly,
day and night, waking and sleeping. He had to see her, touch her, know for
himself she was alright. Bill was not very forthcoming, and he hadn't seen any
other Weasleys except Ron.

"KREACHER!" he shouted. Harry snapped his fingers and shouted Kreacher's name
several more times. At last, the scabrous grey, hunching elf popped into
existence.

"Good Master Harry Potter wishes Kreacher's assistance?" he croaked.

"Do you remember Ginny Weasley?" he asked. "She was with the rest of us at
Grimmauld Place two summers ago."

"Yes," mumbled Kreacher. "She seemed like such a nice, pretty witch. Too bad
she’s blood traitor. Not fit company for nice Master Harry Potter."

Harry kept his temper. "Well, Kreacher, remember that you now serve me and you
will not refer to her that way. She will probably be snapping and calling for
you very soon. Go to her, note where she is located and tell her to ..."

"To?" Kreacher inquired.

Harry smiled. "To get into bed, and I'll see her shortly."

The elf looked somewhat confused and merely nodded. Kreacher stood idly as
Harry sat down under a tree. Then suddenly, the elf's ears pricked up and he
said, "She is calling. I go, Master?"

"At once," Harry ordered, "then return here to me."

Kreacher nodded and vanished with a soft pop.

Harry began pacing - his brain spinning, his heart racing. At last, he might be
able to see Ginny. Harry didn't know the secret to finding Muriel's house
because Bill refused to tell him, but Fidelius Charms did not keep house elves
from penetrating a location, if they were called.

Harry was beginning to sweat and fret when Kreacher popped back into existence
behind him, startling him.

"Kreacher spoke to Ginny Weasley, Master," he reported. "She asked Kreacher to
bring you to her in ten minutes. She says she has 'things' to do but that she
would be ... would be ..."
 
"Would be…?" Harry prompted.

"Would be 'hot and wet and ready,' Master Harry Potter. Kreacher does not
understand the silly witch."
Harry felt himself react and willed his erection to go down. It wouldn't do to
see the love of his life for the first time in months with a tent in his pants
- at least not as the first order of business.

Harry was torn over what he was planning, hoping, to accomplish. The plan to
raid Gringotts was fraught with danger and, he had to be realistic, stood only
a slim chance of success. He doubted the amazing escape that Dobby had
manufactured for all of them from Malfoy Manor could be repeated. He hid his
fears well from Ron and Hermione, or so it appeared, but he also knew that
death was a distinct possibility.

Plus, all was not well with Hermione, or at least Luna thought not. Harry also
knew he should confess his recent intimacy with Luna to Ginny. It was simply
preying on his soul, and he didn't want to die 'unconfessed,' as it were.

"Time, Master," Kreacher croaked.

Harry nodded, took Kreacher's scaly hand and felt the tug of Apparition on his
navel. There was darkness, a moment of disorientation, and then they popped
into existence in a strange room.

The room reminded Harry of Ginny's great Auntie Muriel. It was old, tasteless
and smelled funny. None of that mattered, though, because there she was.
Sitting on her bed with her eyes bright and her face lit with her beautiful
smile.

"Kreacher," Harry ordered, "I will call you when I need you. Return to Hogwarts
and tell no one, understand, no one, where I am." Kreacher nodded his bald head
and vanished.

Their eyes met and Ginny was off the bed like a sprinter from the blocks and
sailing into Harry's arms. Their lips crashed together in a kiss so filled with
passion they both nearly swooned. Her lips opened and Harry plunged his tongue
into her mouth, twisting and twining with hers as she made soft whimpers of
pleasure in her throat.

After several minutes, she broke the kiss and looked into Harry's deep, green
eyes. Tears of happiness stained her cheeks as her hands stroked his face.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," she murmured softly. "I can't believe you're really
here. I've missed you  so, so much…"

Harry felt his own tears start, wiped his face on his sleeve and began kissing
her again. He was a drowning man, and her lips were his life preserver.

"Ginny, God, Ginny…" he cried. "It feels so good to touch you, hold you, kiss
you." He seized her lips with his again and pulled her tightly to his strong
body. She returned the kisses passionately, whimpering and mewling with
pleasure.

Almost of their own volition, Harry's hands slipped down her back and cupped
her shapely, firm buttocks, pulling her into his hips even more firmly. He was
only flesh and blood, and his seventeen year old body reacted as any virile
male's would to the warmth and pressure of a warm, sensuous female form being
pressed tightly against it.

He heard her gasp slightly as his cock became erect, pushing into her. Then,
she was kissing him harder and actually rubbing herself - her gorgeous, very
feminine body - up and down on his erection. Harry moaned with delight and near
agony at the feeling.

They both started to quiver slightly, knowing what they wanted to do, but still
unsure if this was the right time and place. Harry pulled Ginny as tightly to
him as he could and slowly walked her backwards a few steps until they tumbled
onto her bed. Ginny involuntarily spread her legs and  to his horror and
delight, Harry fell directly onto her, his erection firmly planted in between
her legs.

Ginny turned her face away a little to break the kiss. She looked up into
Harry's eyes, her own sweet, chocolate orbs looking at him with both desire and
hesitation.

"Harry?" she murmured softly. "Harry, should we really, I mean, is this really
the right thing for us to do? I ... I want to, I'm fairly sure I want to. But,
why now? Why tonight?"

"Ginny," he gasped, kissing her softly, "I ... I don't want to force you, make
you do something you're not sure about. I've missed you so, so much! I've
wanted to see you, write you, but this is the first chance I've had. I know
that sounds lame ..."

Ginny smiled sweetly up at him, pulled her knees up and squeezed his hips. She
moaned a little as Harry settled more firmly onto her pelvis, his hard cock
pressing into her womanhood.

"I know you haven't been able to, Harry. I can't imagine what you, what the
three of you, have been going through. It's only because I make such a fuss
that my parents tell me anything about what you've been doing. I've begged to
listen to 'Potterwatch' but they won't let me! I want to help you, Harry, I
want to do something!" Her voice was hurt and angry.

"It helps me, Ginny, just knowing you're as safe as possible," he told her
gratefully. "I know you want to do more, but I can't make your parents let you.
And Ginny, I don't want you to think that I ... that I want you, that I expect
you, to do something like ... like this because I think it's the only way you
can do something for me."

"Harry?"

"I don't know what I'm saying, Ginny," he rambled on, her presence, her very
scent intoxicating him. "I, we, Ron and Hermione and I - we're going to do
something - something very, very dangerous quite soon.  I can't tell you what. 
I ... I don't give us much chance."

"Don't say that, Harry!" she cried, hugging him tighter.  "Don't ever say
that!  You're going to win, you're going to come back to me, I know you are!"

"I want to come back to you, Ginny, that's what keeps me going," he cried,
kissing her again. "I .... I, damn, I want to ... to make love to you, Ginny. I
know I have no right to ask it of you, but if I don't make it ..."

Ginny put a finger to his lips and kissed him softly. "Harry, I understand what
you're saying. I do. I ... I wouldn't want to lose you without knowing, without
experiencing, love - true physical love with you at least once. But, I can't do
any magic.  I want to have your children, Harry, but not right now!"  She both
giggled a little nervously and cried a little with sorrow and confusion.
 
Harry sat up, pulled her up with him and put his arm around her. "I have some
things to get off my chest as well, Ginny, before I'd feel right about us shag
..., er, I mean, having sex, no, I mean making love!"
 
He reddened fiercely over his verbal faux pas, figuring she'd tell him to go
away. However, she smiled and he wiped her tears away with his thumbs, kissing
away the one hanging at the end of her delightful, freckle-covered nose.

"What's bothering you,?" she asked, her head nestled on his shoulder. "We can
always talk even if we do nothing else."

"I, well, I," he mumbled, searching for the right way to say it. Deciding there
was none, he simply blurted out, "I've made love to Luna at Bill and Fleur's
house."

She sat up straight and stared at him, her eyes angry, her mouth compressed
into a tight line. "Oh, I see," she said levelly. "Well, thank you for telling
me, Harry. I guess we don't have anything else to say now, do we?"

"Ginny," he said humbly, taking her hand. She tried to pull it away, but he
held it tightly. "Let me try to explain, please!" he begged.

"Why should I, Harry?" she snapped, still trying to pull her hand away.

"It's not all that simple, not all that ... that cut and dried. I swear to you
that it's more than just sex but it's not full-blown love either. Not - not the
sort of love I feel for you."

"And what sort of love is that, Harry?" she said angrily. "Has she chucked you
and you're randy and figure poor, lonely Ginny Weasley will spread her legs and
send the 'great' Harry Potter off to his death with the gift of her virginity?"

"NO!" he screamed. "Ginny, please, please, let me explain what's been going on!
You, yourself, have said your parents don't tell you much. I don't agree with
their reasoning, but it hasn't been easy, Ginny. It hasn't been easy on any of
us - me, Ron or Hermione."

"Really?" she scoffed. "Shagging Luna was hard on you? Is that what you're
trying to tell me?"

Harry knew she was close to telling him to get the hell out and never come near
her again. He cursed himself for bringing the subject up to begin with, but he
didn't want any relationship with her to be based on lies or false impressions.
"Ginny!" he cried. "She's your friend, one of your best friends! I did not shag
her! She - damn it - she approached me about it and ..." Harry flinched as he
saw her glare intensify.

"Let me finish," he begged. "I'm breaking a promise to her, but you have to
understand. Did your folks or anyone mention that Luna had been kidnapped
during Christmas vacation?"

Ginny's eyes widened with surprise, then horror. "NO!" she cried. "No, no one! 
Harry, really?  She was kidnapped?  By whom?"

"Death Eaters, Ginny," Harry said bluntly.  "Well, actually Ministry personnel
under Imperius or working for Vol - er, You Know Who," he quickly corrected
himself.  He certainly didn't want a repeat of his and Ron and Hermione's
recent capture for uttering Voldemort's name aloud.

"How did she get away?" Ginny asked breathlessly, her anger momentarily
assuaged.

"With me and Ron and Hermione and Dean - he was captured the same time we were
- when Dobby rescued us from Malfoy Manor. But, Ginny, while she was prisoner
there, they, the Death Eaters, they ... they raped her," he said quietly, his
eyes blazing with wrath.

Ginny sobbed aloud and covered her mouth, weeping, "NO!  Harry, how ... how
could they?  Rape someone as sweet and innocent and harmless as Luna?  It's ...
it's absolutely monstrous!  Despicable!  Who did it to her?  I swear, the
second I turn seventeen I'll kill the lot of them!"

"Not if I get them first," Harry replied bitterly. "Ginny, you know Luna. She
was hurt and humiliated, but somehow she found the inner strength to carry on. 
She tended Mr. Ollivander, yes, Ollivander, who was also a prisoner there. Vol
- You Know Who tortured him constantly.”

"So, what does all this have to do with you and me, Harry?" she asked, bringing
the conversation back to their now questionable relationship.

"She, Luna, told me one night as we were standing by Dobby's grave-”
 
At Ginny’s startled gasp, Harry continued, “Yes, Dobby died saving us, I'll
tell you more about that later - she told me she wanted to know true love.  I
told her I didn't love her, not like that. She said she understood, but she
knew I was, well, 'gentle' and 'caring' and had real affection for her and that
that would be sufficient to help her ... help her banish the devils that had
been hounding her," Harry related.

Ginny looked at him fiercely, stared into his eyes looking for the lie, but saw
only love, sadness and tenderness.

"Why you, Harry?" she asked. "Why not Dean or, well, even Ron?"

Harry blushed, drawing an unintended snicker from Ginny. "Dean, well, Dean kind
of decided over the summer that he, well, that he actually prefers, ahh, umm,
other wizards."
Ginny's eyes widened bigger than Luna's. "He what?" she sputtered. "But, Harry?
He, he and I, he - he - Harry, I snogged him! I snogged him a lot last school
year. Dean is ... is gay?"

"According to Luna," Harry answered. "She said after you broke up with him that
he decided to concentrate on wizards. He apparently was always a bit confused
about his sexuality and was, well, delighted when you took up with him.  Luna
said he didn't blame you or hate you or anything for breaking up with him.  In
fact, he appreciated it in an odd way, for, well, for forcing him to pursue his
'true interests,' if you will.  He still likes witches, loves associating with
them, he'll even kiss and tease them, but he's no longer interested in, well,
in sex with them."

"Anyway," Harry continued, his hopes for restoring Ginny's trust in him now
buoyed up somewhat, "Dean wouldn't make love to her and, well, you know Ron has
always regarded Luna's eccentricity in a less, well, humorous and accepting
light than the rest of us.  He says sometimes that she really annoys him.
Besides,  he loves Hermione, you know that and she - well, never mind," Harry
ended abruptly.

"Never mind what!" Ginny snapped. "Don't you keep anything else from me, Harry
Potter!"

Harry sighed and pulled Ginny close to him. She didn't resist and asked again,
"What about Hermione?"

"Luna thinks that Hermione might have been raped as well," Harry said softly
with a bitterness Ginny didn't imagine he had in him.

Ginny started weeping in earnest, burying her head on Harry's chest. "NO!" she
moaned. "Harry, please!  God, PLEASE, NO!”

"I don't know for sure, Ginny," Harry said with barely contained fury.  "She
hasn't said anything to me, to anyone.  Luna said that her mood and ... and
state of mind is similar to her own after she was first violated.  Ron and I
and everyone else were in the Malfoy Manor dungeon, and Hermione was upstairs
with Bellatrix and Lucius and, oh God, Fenrir Greyback!  She was screaming - we
figured they were using the Cruciatus on her, but Luna told me that Hermione's
screams were exactly like hers when ... when Draco raped her the first time."

"I'll fucking kill him," Ginny muttered savagely. "I'll kill him if it's the
last fucking thing I ever do!"
 
Harry turned Ginny's face to his with a gentle finger. "Believe it or not, Luna
swears that Draco was, well, forced to rape her."

Ginny snorted. "Oh, come on! A man forced to rape a woman?"

"Luna said Bellatrix taunted Draco about being a real man and, well, if he
wasn't 'up to it' that she'd let Fenrir demonstrate how it was done," Harry
said softly.
"Fenrir?" Ginny shuddered. As horrible as it would be to be raped by Draco
Malfoy, hell, raped by anyone, the thought of Fenrir Greyback violating her
body made her blood freeze in her veins.

"So," Harry continued softly, "if we kill anyone, it will be Fenrir.  Luna said
Mulciber and Rookwood also raped her, several times.  She said Draco actually
apologized to her for, well, for stealing her virginity.  You know Luna.  She
... she actually said she understood and forgave him. She's said she's not too
inclined to forgive the others, though."

Ginny was still crying for her friends as she looked at Harry tenderly,
murmuring softly, "So, did you?  Did you restore Luna's, I guess, faith and
trust in wizards, Harry?"

"So she said," Harry told her honestly. "I don't think I did very well the
first time, I was just as much a virgin then as you are now, Ginny.  But, Luna
seemed pleased and satisfied and asked if I would mind making love to her some
more."

He looked at Ginny with a somewhat lopsided, shy grin. "What the hell was I
suppose to say to her then?"

Ginny smiled at him, gave him a soft, warm kiss. "No?" she suggested. "I simply
had no idea that things like this were happening, Harry. As I said, my parents
and Lupin and all the rest, they hardly tell me anything. You'd think I was
eleven years old again, not three months from coming of age. I don't like it,
Harry. I don't like being treated as a child," she concluded rather bitterly.

"I wish I could do something, Ginny, I really do," he told her softly. "If
nothing else, I can send messages to you via Kreacher. He's, well, he's
changed.  He really has.  Oh, he can still be very unpleasant and he still
doesn't like 'Mudbloods,' but he is loyal to me as the heir to the Black family
estate."

Harry took both her hands, looked into her eyes with love and sincerity.
"That's my confession.  I suppose Luna and I have made love maybe half a dozen
times. B ut, I love you, you know I do.  I want to make love to you as well. 
But, you know I'd never pressure you, try to make you go against your morals. 
I’m sorry to be so ... so fatalistic, but considering Hermione's current state
of mind and the odds we're facing to pull this plan of ours off, I, well, I
wanted to love you in case ... in case ..." he trailed off, crying and shaking
his head.

Ginny hugged him tenderly, kissing him deeply, with true love and affection.
"I'm willing, Harry, I am. But, as I told you, I can't do any magic. The
chances are I'd get pregnant if we had sex…umm…intercourse… oh hell, shagged. 
I'm half Prewitt, you know, as well as half Weasley!" she concluded with a
small laugh.

"Well, I can do magic, Ginny," he reminded her. "What's the Contraception
Charm?"

"Harry Potter!" she puffed with mock indignation. "You want to have sex, and
you don't know the Contraception Charm?  You - you male chauvinist pig, you!"
she scolded, giggling as she collapsed backwards onto her mattress.
"I can learn!" he promised with a silly leering grin on his face. Ginny smiled
as he leaned over to kiss her again. His tongue caressed her lips, and as she
opened her mouth, their kisses became longer, wetter, deeper. Harry's hand slid
up her thigh and hip, then up her side to hesitantly rest on her left breast.

Ginny continued with the kiss, which Harry took as a sign that his hand was
welcome where it was. He softly squeezed the firm mound of flesh and heard her
inhale with a hiss of pleasure. He carefully worked open the first two buttons
on her shirt and slid his hand inside to touch her pale, freckled flesh. He
whimpered softly at the feel of her warm, soft skin beneath his calloused
fingers. He cupped her breast again, her skin separated from him only by the
thin cotton layer of her bra. He softly and tentatively stroked the swell of
her breasts above the lacy top of her simple undergarment.
 
Ginny moved her head aside, breaking the kiss and sighing softly, "It feels
wonderful, Harry. Take it off, please."

"Er," he mumbled, "I've never, umm, how do I do that?"

Ginny broke down laughing, snorting, "Harry Potter! You ... you've never taken
a girl's brassiere off before?  Don't tell me Luna left hers on?  That doesn't
sound like her!" she chuckled.

"Umm, she took it off herself after I couldn't figure it out," he confessed,
red faced.  "Ginny!  I've never had any experience with this other than those
few wonderful weeks with you last Spring!  I didn't want to risk upsetting you,
or losing you, by getting too, well, too familiar or forward with you.  God, I
wanted to touch you, kiss you, kiss you all over.  But ..."

She smiled warmly and happily up at him. "I understand.  I didn't let Michael
or Dean take things too far, either.  In fact," she reminded him with a saucy
grin, "when you slipped your hand up inside my skirt down at the lake that one
time, you were the first boy to ever, ever, touch me on my, well, you know,
there."

Harry remembered vividly.  He couldn't believe she had actually allowed him to
rest his hand on the soft mound at the juncture of her thighs.  True, it was on
top of her knickers, but he could feel the dampness and heat that had collected
there during their snogging.  He had softly rubbed it for at least a minute
until she had, rather regretfully, told him that was enough for the first time
and that she ardently hoped they could do some more the next day. 
Unfortunately, the next day was the disastrous trip to the cave that resulted
in Dumbledore's death.

Harry kissed her softly before gazing into her beautiful eyes.  "May I touch
you there again?"

She blushed a little, saying, "Let's take our time.  Let me remove this
complicated device that's keeping you from my ... my tits first!"

Harry clucked his tongue at her language, then sat and stared at her, stunned,
as she removed first her shirt, then her bra and laid back down, her breasts
jutting forth temptingly from her body.
"Harry," she whispered, "maybe you'd best seal and silence the door?  No one
usually disturbs me, but you remember what Ron, the git, did back at the Burrow
on your birthday?  I swear, if I'd had my wand handy, I would have Bat Bogeyed
him!"

Harry nodded as he carefully and quietly placed an Imperturbable, then a
Silencing Charm on her bedroom door.

"Now," he leered softly, "where were we?"

He placed his strong hands on her breasts, inhaling sharply at how soft but
firm they felt beneath his palms. Ginny keened softly as she arched and pushed
her breasts up into his hands more firmly.

"Kiss them, Harry, please!" she whined.

Harry swallowed nervously then gently wrapped his rather dry, chapped lips
around her left nipple.  He groaned softly at the feel of it, how hard and
pebbly it felt in contrast to the soft, smooth flesh of the rest of her
breasts.  He tentatively flicked the nipple with his tongue, her gasp and
involuntary spasm of pleasure removing some of his hesitancy.

"More!" she whispered. "More! Yes, like that.  I ... I'm not going to break!"

Harry smiled and sucked the delightful, hard peak into his mouth as his fingers
massaged its twin. Ginny arched slightly again as Harry's lips, tongue, and
fingers thrilled her body with their touch.  He heard her sigh softly and felt
her thighs begin to quiver slightly.

Harry's mouth momentarily left her breasts to kiss her hungrily. His hands
continued to caress and fondle her breasts as he rather guiltily began to
mentally compare Ginny's full, firm mounds with Luna's more modest endowments.

Almost as if she sensed what he was thinking she gasped out, between soft
snickers, "Remind me to ... to thank Luna for ... for training you so ... so
well!  Oh, God!  Harry, yes, that feels so wonderful!"

As Ginny shivered with pleasure from this attention, Harry's right hand slowly
slid down across her smooth, flat stomach and found the button of her jeans.
Glancing up to meet Ginny’s eyes, he saw her give him a slight nod before
closing her eyes and whimpering with delight.

Harry's fingers twitched just a bit as he undid the single button at her waist
and slowly slid her zipper down. Slipping his hand inside her jeans, he rested
it on the fairly prominent mound of her vulva. It was just as wonderful, as
sexy, as thrilling as it had been a year ago. It was damp and Harry now knew
why.

He rubbed the palm of his hand on her softly, making slow circles and causing
her to inhale sharply as her thighs quivered again with expectation and desire.

When Ginny's left hand slid down on top of Harry's, he prepared himself to
remove it from her soft, damp juncture. But, instead, she pressed her hand onto
his, pushing it down harder on the very center of her womanhood.

"It's good, Harry," she murmured, "it feels so, so good.  Press harder, keep
sucking my tits, oh, God!  It feels so good!"

Harry subtly spread the fingers on his hand and worked the middle one into the
fissure between Ginny's labia.  Ginny shivered again, mewing softly as Harry's
finger came to rest firmly on top of the very core of her pleasure.  The subtle
circular motion changed to a more direct up and down, and Harry realized she
was approaching the point of no return.

Harry sensed her internal struggle and looked into her eyes, saying softly,
“I’ll stop if you want me to.”
 
"Take ... take them off, Harry," she gasped, not quite believing she'd said it.
"My jeans, my knickers, both of them, take them off.  I ... I want you!
 
He stopped moving his hand, propped himself up on an elbow and removed his
mouth from her wet, tingling breast.

"You're sure?" he asked sincerely. "I want you, I want you so much!  I want
this. I hope I’m not sort of ... shaming you into letting me, but ..."

She again put a finger on his lips. "Don't say that, Harry. I'm not a child. I
can make up my own mind about something this ... this important, this ... this
life altering.  I know it will change our relationship forever.  I'm very, very
aware of that."

She cupped his face in her hands, pulled him gently to her lips and kissed him
with a longing and tenderness that made Harry melt into her.

"I want you, Harry," she said after several long moments. "I want to make love
to you."

Harry's chest heaved a little harder, his heart raced faster. It was the moment
he had been dreaming of, fantasizing about, dreading even, for almost a year.

He had to ask just once more. "You're sure?  Positive?  I want you so much,
Ginny, but ... but only if you want it with your whole heart."

"With all of me, Harry," she said firmly, "my heart, my soul and my," she
gulped just a little, "and my body. Love me, Harry.  I have to know what it's
like, what we’re like.  I can't wait anymore… love me, God, love me!"

He quickly divested her of her jeans and knickers as she pulled his shirt over
his head and unfastened his belt.  Harry kicked off his shoes and pulled his
trousers and boxers off in one fluid motion, tossing them on top of her jeans
on the floor.
He blushed as Ginny ogled his long, erect cock.  She inhaled a couple of times,
then smiled shyly, saying, "That's ... that's quite some ... something!  It's
going to hurt, isn't it?"

Harry paled.  "I ... I guess so.  Remember, Luna wasn’t a virgin.  I don't want
it to hurt ..."

She shushed him again, shaking her head. "Everything I've read says the first
time always hurts, Harry, there's just nothing for it.”

She looked into his eyes again, smiled softly. "The charm, Harry. Put your wand
on my mons..."

"Your what?" he asked hopelessly.

Ginny had to giggle, then laughed harder. "The big fat mound there above my
cunt, Harry!"

"Ginny!"  Harry gasped, staring at her, not believing she'd said such a thing.

"What?" she continued to snicker. "Harry!  If sex isn't fun, what's the point? 
Have you enjoyed your lovemaking with Luna?"

Harry could only smile, blush and nod.

"Well, you should tell her,. I hope you'll tell me if you enjoy it or not."

“Aw fuck,” Harry laughed, “I can guarantee I’ll enjoy it!”

She stroked his cheek, smiling widely.  “Make love to me, please?" she asked,
her eyes and voice now soft and pleading with need.

"The charm?" he reminded her, putting his wand where she indicated.

"Conceptio Impedimenta," she whispered. Harry repeated the charm, watching a
bluish flash engulf Ginny's abdomen and then quickly dissipate.

The last hurdle had been removed.  Harry and Ginny looked into each other's
eyes.

"I love you, Ginny," he whispered softly.

"I ... I love you, too, Harry," she murmured, lying down on her bed.

Harry settled down beside her and kissed her sweetly as his hand sought her
warm, wet juncture. His fingers found her entrance, softly caressing the now
engorged, glistening labia that surrounded it before plunging suddenly, but
gently, into her tight heat.

Ginny wriggled and moaned into Harry's mouth as his long, strong fingers slowly
slid inside her. Then she gasped aloud as his thumb pressed hard onto her
swollen clit, massaging and fondling it in an erotic, circular motion.
Harry silently thanked Luna for letting him know what she enjoyed during their
lovemaking. They had learned to please each other together, and the last time
they had had intercourse, Luna achieved an orgasm. She was thrilled, absolutely
thrilled, that despite her brutal introduction to sex someone could love her
tenderly and sweetly enough to overcome her fears and doubts to enable her to
achieve the ultimate sexual and sensual release.

She had cried happily, joyously even, on Harry's shoulder afterwards as they
cuddled, "It was the most amazing, wonderful, beautiful moment of my life,
Harry!  Of my life!  Now, if only I can find a Snorkack ..." she had
delightfully maundered off in her own inimitable fashion.

Harry shook the marvelous memory from his head and looked down onto the face of
the witch he loved more than anyone or anything in the world. Ginny's face was
beginning to flush, her teeth softly nibbling her lower lip as the pleasure and
pressure in her loins increased from Harry's erotic and sensual stimulation.

Although by no means an experienced lover, Harry had great empathy and realized
that he should do his best to make Ginny have an orgasm before he attempted to
actually penetrate her with his cock. His fingers told him that she was very,
very tight as well as nervous and tense at the prospect of having to
accommodate Harry's rather daunting manhood inside her. Ginny was petite, even
a little smaller than Luna, and like any inexperienced woman, magical or
Muggle, worried about how her seemingly tiny vagina could hold (in Harry's
case) a nearly eight inch long cock.

Harry had wondered about this the first time he made love to Luna but she had
told him simply, "Your penis didn't hurt me, Harry. Once ... once a woman has
had her initial intercourse, her vagina just naturally expands or contracts to
accommodate her lover's size. You felt really nice inside me, Harry, you did.
You do have a rather nice penis, you know." Such a statement would have been
bald and unexciting if anyone other than Luna had said it to him.

He returned to the present, to the beautiful, redheaded witch who was now
wriggling and sighing rather heavily as his fingers continued their soft but
insistent probing of her tight, wet sheath and his lips and tongue ravished her
mouth.

"Harry," she gasped, "Harry! It ... it feels so good, so good! Oh, God, yes!
Harder, please! Harder!"
 
He pushed his fingers into her harder and faster, his thumb still caressing her
engorged nub. His mouth left her lips, causing her to moan with want, and
slowly he kissed his way down her throat, then her chest and softly suckled and
nibbled at her hardened nipples. He delighted her breasts for a couple of
minutes before kissing downwards across her smooth, pale stomach. He tickled
her navel with his tongue then used it to trace a trail down the 'arrow' of
fine, red hair that went from her navel to her nest of bright, red curls.

He slipped himself between her legs and worked his shoulders under her thighs,
bringing the enticing mound of her vulva level with his mouth. Harry's senses
reeled as her scent wafted into his nostrils. She groaned as his fingers left
her and then screamed with delectation as his tongue replaced them, pushing her
hot, tight pussy walls apart as it twisted and turned inside her cunt.

Her fingers tangled in his eternally messy black hair and pushed his face
tighter into her throbbing pussy. Her hips were starting to buck and her thighs
were quivering.

"Harry! Don't stop! More! Harder! God! Harry! Yes, yes, yes!"

Harry pulled his tongue from inside her and ran it up her pink fissure to lap
at her clitoris. Her groans were coming faster and faster, her body was
thrashing, craving release. He then encircled her center of pleasure with his
lips, sucked on it hard and bit down on it with just the least bit of pressure.

Ginny's body literally exploded with an orgasm. She gasped and mewled with
delight as her stomach and groin tensed and shivered with release and screamed
in total, complete rapture as Harry's tongue plunged back inside her, lapping
at the tangy flow of her juices as her cunt rippled and undulated along it with
spasm after spasm of pleasure.

"HARRY!" she cried, her senses almost overwhelmed with ecstasy. "God, HARRY!!"

She opened her eyes, propped herself up on her elbows and looked into his face
that was still buried in her fiery red bush.

"Now!" she begged. "Harry, GOD! I WANT YOU NOW!"
 
With a few final flicks of his tongue on her clit, Harry moved himself up
between her thighs, his long, hard cock now poised like a battering ram just
outside her virgin entrance.

She gasped once more, her eyes wide and looking into his for assurance.

"I'll be as gentle as I can, Ginny," he said tenderly as he planted soft,
nibbling kisses on her lips and cheeks and eyelids.

"I ... I'm ready, Harry, I am," she affirmed with a strong voice. One hand
clutched his shoulder, the other fisted in her sheets.

Harry nestled the broad, red head of his manhood in between her glistening lips
and pushed it into her an inch or so in preparation for opening her. He
shivered with anticipation--no, lust--he thought honestly.  She was so wet! 
Enthralling moist warmth was literally flowing from inside her, and the head of
his cock twitched with desire.

Ginny nodded and Harry started to slowly, but firmly and steadily push his
wide, long cock into his beloved's tight, virginal cunt. Ginny bit her lip and
a few tears started from the corner of her eyes as Harry continued with his
gentle but persistent pressure.  She had to watch and was almost in awe of
herself as she felt her tissues and muscles protest his invasion but slowly
part before him as his length disappeared inside her, seeming to vanish into
her wiry, red curls.

"Oh!" she gasped, her fingernails digging into his shoulder. "It's alright,
keep going, steady like you are!  God, it's amazing!  Watching you, watching
you slide into me! Oh, God! Ohhhh!"

The last yelp of pain was forced from her throat as Harry buried himself into
her to his very hilt, his raven black pubes meshing with colorful finality into
her fiery red bush.  He wiggled his hips and settled himself on top of her, his
cock throbbing with passion inside her.

"A minute, Harry," Ginny gasped as she wriggled and twisted beneath her lover. 
"It's ... it's good - it's wonderful!  Just need a minute to ... to get used to
you."

Harry nodded and let his breath slowly escape between his lips in a soft
whistle.

I'm in her! his brain reeled as his senses, especially those in his cock,
confirmed it. I'm inside her!  God!  So hot, so wet, so tight!

He opened his eyes and looked into hers, leaning down and softly kissing away
the tears. "Take your time, " he cooed lovingly. "It's wonderful.  The most
amazing, wonderful feeling I've ever experienced."

Ginny wiggled her shapely hips around a little, brought her legs up and
squeezed his hips between her knees as her dainty feet and ankles crossed
themselves just below his cheeks and gently pushed his body more tightly into
her.

"It's ... it's wonderful, Harry!" she gasped. "You feel so good inside me.  You
can start to move. Oh, yes, like that…Just like that…slow and easy, yes, Harry,
it feels so good!"

Harry was in paradise.  He was actually doing it!  Making love to Ginevra Molly
Weasley--his Ginny!  The woman he loved more than anyone or anything else.

Harry clenched his buttocks and pulled his length back out of her, almost
leaving her embrace, then sank slowly back into her tight, hot cunt again. He
began to move in and out a little faster, until Ginny's hips found the rhythm
and she began to answer his thrusts with her own. Their eyes locked together as
their bodies moved in unison, gasping as their lips met in passionate embrace.

Harry was beginning to moan, his cock throbbing with ecstatic pleasure. As
wonderful as his lovemaking with Luna had been, it paled beside what he was
feeling now, what he was experiencing with his beloved Ginny.

“Love you, love you, love you." he murmured in her ear as he buried his head in
her hair and began to move even faster in and out of her sweet, wet embrace.

"Harry, Harry," Ginny sighed, almost as in prayer. “It’s just so, so
wonderful,” she moaned as Harry's wonderful, marvelous cock had her pussy
throbbing with so much pleasure she thought she might actually die once Harry
came into her.

Harry's cock was demanding release, and he knew he wouldn't last more than a
couple more minutes. Ginny's cunt was just so tight, so positively enthralling
that even thinking of Umbridge in a bikini wasn't sufficient to delay his
climax.

"Ginny," he groaned, "I ... I'm going to have to - I don't want to - it feels
so good, but ... but, God, Ginny!  So hot, so tight!  So tight!"

Ginny worked her hand between their bodies at the nexus of their joining. Her
fingers found her bundle of nerves and began to stroke it in synch with Harry's
thrusts into her.

"Just one minute, just one minute, my love," she gasped. "Harry! Harry! I love
you! It's so wonderful! Just ... just a little longer, a little, a little ...
YES! YES! HARRY!!"

Harry felt Ginny tighten on him, her inner muscles flexing and rippling along
his long, hard cock.  Her orgasm was so intense that she screamed, pushing
herself up and down on his manhood as hard and fast as her nearly exhausted
body could manage.

Harry screamed back, his cock had never experienced such ecstasy as his lover's
cunt undulated and squeezed it within its tender vice of gossamer, fluttering
along his hard length like so many wanton butterflies. He stroked into her a
couple more times then buried himself to the hilt in her warm depths as his
cock swelled and twitched and his love spilled into her.

"Ginny!  GINNY!  GOD, GINNY!" he cried, his eyes squeezed shut, his cock
tingling and throbbing with the most agonizing but most erotic feeling he ever
imagined possible.  Harry continued to push into Ginny, gasping and groaning
each time his cock pulsed and filled her with more of his seed.

Ginny hugged him tightly to her nubile form, her legs wrapped around his waist
and her strong hands grabbing at his buttocks and pulling him into her as
deeply as possible with each groaning thrust into her.

"Harry, Harry," she mumbled, her body still shivering and tingling with
release, her pussy throbbing and continuing to softly massage his wonderful
organ as his motions of coitus slowly came to a halt.

Neither wanted the feeling to end, the ecstasy to stop, but their bodies
finally forced them to rest. Harry collapsed on top of his lover, barely
holding his weight off her with his knees and elbows as the rest of the bones
in his body turned to mush.

"Ginny," he sobbed with joy, "Ginny! It was the most wonderful ..."

She kissed him softly, pulled his head into her shoulder and murmured tenderly,
"Don't talk, don't cry, just ... just enjoy. Harry, my love, my lover. I love
you!"

They kissed and touched and stroked each other, their eyes looking at each
other with a fulfillment that neither of them would have believed possible for
just their first time together.

Eventually, Harry softened and Ginny whined as his cock fell from her loving
embrace.  He kissed her again and again, sighing, "I love you, Ginny. God, I
love you!"

They finally sat up, both suddenly realizing that nearly three hours had
elapsed since Harry had appeared with Kreacher.

"I have to go," he said sadly as he started retrieving his clothing.

She stroked his back, her head resting on his shoulder, and whispered, "You'll
never actually be gone, Harry. You're going to be inside me from this moment
forward."

She kissed him with desperate passion, crying, "I love you!  God, I love you. 
Harry, come back to me.  Swear you'll come back!"

Harry sobbed too, sniffling, "You know I will, Ginny. But ... but if I don't,
you must ..."

She cut him off with another passion-filled kiss. When she finally released his
lips, she said determinedly, "You're coming back to me, Harry.  You
understand?  Tell me you'll be back!"

"I'll be back, Ginny, I swear," he assured her, holding her tenderly in his
arms.

Her tears under control, she nodded her acceptance of his promise.  "I know
you'll be back, Harry, I just feel it.  Heaven wouldn't have let us have this
... this incredible experience if we weren't fated to repeat it again and again
and again!  Just be careful, please. Take care of Hermione.  Even take care of
my brother, the big git.  And know this, Harry - my love is yours, now and
forever after!"

Kissing her gently, Harry stood up. "I love you, Ginny Weasley, there’s nothing
I want more than to be able to marry you.  So, of course, I have to come back. 
I'll keep in touch via Kreacher, if I can.  I'll instruct him to come whenever
you call for him but, please, Ginny, don't ... don't come to Bill's.  I don't
want any trouble with him and Ron over our relationship."

"What do you mean, Harry?" she sniffled, dreading what he was going to say
next.

"I mean that, as far as I'm concerned, we're a couple again, Ginny, if you’ll
have me.”  Her eyes lit up, and her face was illuminated with a smile that
stretched from ear to ear.
“I think I’d be willing to give you another chance,” she sniggered happily.

"But, we still can't be together," he told her sadly. "You can't do magic, and
I don't want you hurt.  If you showed up at Shell Cottage, Bill and Ron would
make your life, and mine, miserable. We know that we're back together, that's
all that counts. Vol - Him, he hasn't tried to invade my mind in months.  He
has other tasks, other quests that keep him much more occupied. I guess He
doesn't really regard me as a threat anymore, so we can afford to admit to
ourselves that we're a couple again!"

"We were always a couple, Harry," Ginny smiled happily, "even when you broke my
heart last spring. Do what you have to do, Harry, and then come back to me.  I
love you.  Take that thought with you wherever you go and whatever you do.  I
love you, Harry James Potter!"

Harry smiled and kissed her. Then he snapped his fingers and shouted for
Kreacher. "And I love you, Ginevra Molly Weasley. And you are one hell of a
good shag!" he smirked.

"You're not bad yourself, for an old, over-the-hill wizard, Harry," she joked
in return.  Sobering, she assured him, "It was the most wonderful experience of
my life, Harry.  And you're coming back to me so I can experience it again and
again!"

When Kreacher appeared, Harry told him, "Kreacher. Miss Weasley may call on you
in the future.  You are to do whatever she says and protect her however
possible..  Do you understand?"

"Yes, good Master Harry Potter, Kreacher understands.  Are we going now?"

Harry nodded at Kreacher and then leaned over to press his lips to Ginny’s
forehead. Straightening up he watched her stretch her still nude body out on
the bed, her thighs still glistening from their lovemaking.

"Remember me like this, Harry, and come back to me," she smiled.

Harry took Kreacher's hand, saying, "Sooner than you might expect!  Back to
Shell Cottage, Kreacher."

They disappeared with a soft pop. Ginny softly rubbed her still tingling pussy,
gathering some of their combined essences on her fingers. She brought her hand
to her nose, sniffed the heady aroma and licked her fingers clean.

"I love you, Harry Potter," she whispered softly as she stretched languidly and
drifted off to dream.

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