FIC: Laying Tom To Rest (GinnyWeasley/Luna Lovegood, Harry Potter/Ginny Weasley, Ginny Weasley/OFCs)
Title: Laying Tom To Rest
Author: pettybureaucrat
Characters: Ginny/Luna, Harry/Ginny, Ginny/OFCs, implied Harry/Luna
Prompt number: 206
Word Count: ~8900
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash, Violence, Language, Abuse
Summary: After surviving her sixth year with help from Luna and others, Ginny discovers an old ‘friend’ has returned to haunt her. Harry doesn’t seem interested or is he?
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to R. I’ve always wondered just how dead Tom Riddle really was as far as Ginny was concerned.
Laying Tom To Rest
I’m lying next to Harry who is now sound asleep; just like all the girls told me he would be.
I rub my extremely well-shagged pussy, wincing just a trifle at the lingering pain from my first time. At least there wasn’t much blood.
I can hear you asking now; Ginny Weasley, the most notorious lesbian in Quidditch has been shagged by a man? And Harry Potter to boot?
It’s no secret I’ve always loved Harry in one sense or another since I was a little girl. There was the hero worship stage, the ‘I can live without him’ stage, the all-to-short physical stage my fifth year. No, we didn’t shag. I was fifteen for Merlin’s sake.
But, I’m starting at the end; let’s go back to the beginning.
It was at Dumbledore’s funeral that Harry dumped me. Yes, he said it was for my safety and I put on a brave face and said I understood, but I was dying inside and had never felt less loved and desired in my life.
Even now, no one really understands completely what being possessed by Tom Riddle did to me, except maybe Luna. I hope Harry will eventually as we get to know each other better over the rest of our life together, but at the time he left me I hadn’t told him too many details of how Riddle had made me feel, and hardly anything about what he had made me do. Not to others, to myself.
Once he had me firmly in his control, he consistently denigrated and belittled me, all the while whispering lewd descriptions of what he would do to my body when he became corporeal. I was eleven years old and had been raised to believe what adults told me, even though I subconsciously realized that what he was telling me was evil and perverted.
He couldn’t touch me physically, of course, but the memories of him abusing me were all too real.
That’s sort of why I became a flirt (or slut depending on whose viewpoint you listened to). I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t dirty or evil or ruined and Michael and Dean were more than happy to assist.
No, I never shagged them. Really I was fourteen when I was with Michael, fifteen with Dean. Did I let them touch me? Of course I did. My Riddle-induced self-doubts made me think that that was what men needed to like me.
It was a little different with Harry. He was such a babe in the woods sexually (Cho had never let him touch her), and, of course, he was insufferably noble. I could never get him to do more than squeeze my breasts (on top of my clothes) and once in a while squeeze my thigh under my skirt.
And, of course, my prat of a brother Ron was always lurking in the background, ‘protecting’ me. You have no idea how many times he came close to getting a full on Bat Bogey from me.
I made my last desperate try for Harry’s love on his 17th birthday, but we all know what happened there. I had prayed that he would take the hint and come back later, but he didn’t.
That was when I decided that I simply must not be attractive to men, at least not enough to keep their interest unless I was willing to let them have their way with me. I was wrong, but I was still only fifteen, so what did I really know back then?
The Death Eater’s crashed Bill and Fleur’s wedding and I was whisked away to Great Aunt Muriel’s. I honestly didn’t expect to have to go to school, but the Death Eaters forced all the students they could find to attend.
Was it bad? It was a nightmare.
Now, Snape drew the line at actual sexual assault, but the Slytherin men and Amycus Carrow pushed the limits. Being a blood traitor and Harry Potter’s girlfriend (despite my statements that he had dumped me) made me one of the prime targets.
I was fondled and squeezed both on top of and under my clothes. For one punishment with Amycus, I was forced to scrub a classroom floor in only my knickers while he watched and occasionally squeezed my bottom, asking if I was ready for some real sex, not the pansy-type that he said he was sure was all Harry had given me.
I saw no point in telling him Harry barely touched me, so I endured.
He pressed me against the wall once I had finished. I could feel his erection on my stomach. He squeezed my breasts and then let me go, promising that the next time I mouthed off in class, I’d be scrubbing in the nude with all the Slytherin men watching.
I dressed and left and ran blindly around for a while until I found a tapestry to hide behind. I sank to the floor and wept. It seemed all of Tom’s predictions about me were coming true. I could almost hear his voice whispering that all I was good for was to be a plaything for Death Eaters.
“Ginny?”
I looked up and saw Luna’s beautiful silvery eyes staring at me.
“Luna!” I jumped up and hugged her, weeping on her shoulder as she stroked my back.
“Come with me,” she said, leading me away by the hand. Before I realized it, we were in my dorm room, on my bed, the curtains sealed and silenced.
“Tell me about it.” Luna asked.
I wept out the story of my detention with Amycus, then without realizing it had told her a little about the humiliation I had suffered while possessed by Tom Riddle.
As I finished, expecting her to leave in disgust, she leaned over and kissed me softly.
“Luna?” It was one of the most amazing kisses I’d ever receive.
“You look like you needed a kiss.” She smiled. “I’ll go now.”
“NO!” I grabbed her and held her desperately. I hated showing weakness like this but I simply couldn’t be alone.
“Please.” I cried. Then, I kissed her back.
“Very nice.” She said as we parted our lips. “Alright, I’ll stay.”
I was happy and then she started peeling her clothes off. Before I could protest, she was naked except for her knickers.
I looked at her closely, trying but failing not to lick my lips.
Now, I’d seen plenty of naked female bodies. After all, my four dormmates and I shared a lavatory and there weren’t any doors on the shower stalls. And of course the showers in the Quidditch changing rooms were open.
Luna’s skin was a pale ivory that seemed to glow with an inner radiance. My own freckle-covered flesh looked dingy in comparison despite being a milky white.
Now, to be honest, all my boyfriends, even Harry, told me I had beautiful skin, but I figured at this point that was simply because they wanted to see all of it and then, of course, have their way with me.
“Aren’t you getting undressed?” Luna asked me.
I gulped and quickly stripped down to my knickers as well.
We slipped under the covers and Luna spooned into my back. I snuggled into her arms and sighed happily, then purred as she kissed my neck and shoulder.
“You’re safe now.” I believed her.
I awoke feeling totally relaxed for the first time since I couldn’t remember when. Luna’s right hand was resting lightly on my breasts. I wiggled with pleasure, noticing that my nipples gently pressed into her palm each time I took a breath. I began taking deeper breaths.
Luna awoke and kissed my shoulder.
“We should get down for breakfast.” She said. “I think all your dormmates are already gone.”
That was a good thing as it was against the rules for anyone to spend a night away from their own house and it was especially forbidden to sleep in someone else’s bed. And I was sure one of my dormmates was a snitch for the Carrows.
I rolled over and looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Kiss me.” I asked. And she did, warmly and lovingly.
That was the start of it.
We slept together every night, our kisses and caresses getting more intimate as time went by. The first time she stroked me there, between my legs on my clit I came almost immediately. The next night I returned the favor and Luna’s face looked like an angel’s as I made her come as well.
“What’s it like with a boy?” She asked me the next night.
“I...I don’t know, Luna.”
She looked surprised. “Michael, Dean, Harry? Ginny, you’ve never...”
‘No, of course not.” I said indignantly. “Just because I like...liked boys doesn’t mean I’m a whore.”
“I never meant to imply that,” she apologized kissing me hard and teasing my tongue with hers. “I just thought...well, I was wrong. Why haven’t you?”
“Have you?” I asked, still a little miffed.
“Well, no,” she admitted. “But, I’m Looney Lovegood, who’d want to shag me?”
“I would.” Her face was priceless.
She took a deep breath, then said,
“Prove it.”
I kissed her and kissed her, slowly working my way down her body until I was lying between her slender thighs. Her slit was pink and open amidst her tangled thatch of dark blond curls. The bud of her clit peeked out from under its hood beckoning me, so I took a breath then ran my tongue around it.
She moaned, I moaned.
I continued teasing her, her fingers tangling in my long red mane and soon she was moving my face over her in time with the thrusts of her hips. I clasped the quivering bud between my lips and sucked it into my mouth.
She came undone, gasping and crying, her flow staining my linens. I quickly dipped my tongue inside her tight sheath and collected her sweet release, savoring the tangy taste. I swallowed all I could of her, then, slithered up her body and kissed her.
She returned the favor the next night. I gasped and cried and whimpered as her pointy pink tongue swirled around my clit, her soft lips sucking and kissing it and her straight white teeth nipping it until I screamed with the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experienced. Her tongue probed me deeply, gathering my release and when she shared it with me I knew this is what I had needed ever since the Chamber.
I told her all about Tom the next night, expecting her to leave me, but she simply hugged me tightly and wept along with me.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We’ve been friends since we were six.”
“I couldn’t,” I sniffled. “I couldn’t tell anyone. You won’t leave me?”
“No time soon, I promise.” She smiled. “But, Ginny, why haven’t you done it with a boy? I would think that Harry could have put your demons to rest better than I can.”
“He just wouldn’t.” I sighed. “You know how damned noble he is. Plus, he didn’t want to piss off my brother. That’s why I’m done with men. Ron was more important to him than me.”
“Ron was going with him, you couldn’t.” Luna reminded me.
“He didn’t have to leave me the way he did.” I insisted. “He broke my heart. Why should I wait?”
“So, does that mean you’re going to find someone to shag just to get even?”
“No, I don’t want a man. They’re all only interested in one thing.”
“I think you’re being unfair to a lot of guys, but, let’s not argue anymore tonight.” She said kissing me, and soon I forgot all about men.
Of course, shortly before Christmas we got caught. Or rather my snitch dormmate ratted us out.
Alecto stripped us in front of her Muggle Studies class and ordered us to make love to each other.
“These two will now demonstrate how perverse Muggles are. Muggles, men and women both, love to have sex with a partner of the same sex. We magical folk, except for deviants and perverts like these two, know that a woman owes a man her body anytime he asks. Get started, you two. Show us how blood traitors make love.”
She stung both of us several times. A couple of boys in the class leered, but the rest all look horrified at what Alecto was forcing us to do.
We kissed, but we couldn’t go any further.
“So, changed your minds? Seen the errors of you ways?” Alecto cackled. “I’ll have my brother introduce you to real sex, the way it should be.”
She summoned Amycus and before I knew what was happening he had me stretched out on Alecto’s desk and was fingering me roughly. He was unzipping his trousers when Snape walked in.
“What have I told you two about this?” He screamed, hitting Amycus with a Cruciatus.
He ordered me and Luna, “You two, get dressed and come with me.” We did so quickly.
“They need to be broken, to learn their place.” Alecto raved.
“Do they look broken? Do they look cowed or disheartened? All you’re doing is encouraging the next generation of resistance.” Snape sneered as he pushed us out.
I was scared shitless, but no, I was not cowed or broken. If it was stolen from me, that was fate; but I would do my best to have my revenge on whoever took it.
“Don’t think for a moment I did this for any noble reason, you two.” Snape shouted at us as he led us to the Hospital wing. “I can’t let Amycus get out of hand, or he’ll rape every girl in the school. Or at least until one of them slits his throat as he’s pulling her knickers off. There’s enough resistance as there is, we don’t need parents even more infuriated than they already are by raping the daughters.”
It was cold comfort, but at least my virtue had been saved.
I discovered which of my dormmates had snitched on me and gave her Bat Bogey hex that left her formerly very pretty face scarred for life. It had become that kind of war.
Was I proud of that? No, of course not. If I had a chance to undo it, would I? Hell, no.
I was hoping to see Luna during the Christmas holidays and watched in horror as the Death Eaters kidnapped her right from the Hogwarts Express. I fretted and worried the entire time I was home. At least Luna’s kidnapping kept my parents from inquiring too closely about what I had been doing the last four months.
I returned to school and was hornier than a herd of unicorns, but I was also something of a pariah other than to my friends in Dumbledore’s Army. I tested the water with Lavender and Parvati, but they were both with a guy now and weren’t interested in a woman at that time.
Then, amazingly, Romilda Vane approached me and we went to her bed that night. She was tall and very well built and very physical. She nearly smothered me between her thighs when I made her come, my tongue probing her deeply.
“Luna’s a wonderful teacher, isn’t she?” Romilda said as we cuddled afterwards.
“You? You...you’ve slept with Luna?”
“She was my first. Do you know anything about where she is? Do you think we could do anything to free her?”
This was a very different Romilda than last year when she tried to foist a love potion off on Harry. Of course, my glutton brother ate the chocolate instead and was smitten with her until Slughorn cured him. It was actually rather entertaining.
“I’ve heard she’s a prisoner in Malfoy Manor. I don’t think there’s any chance to save her.”
“Well, I guess I’ll sleep with Draco and see if can extract any information from him.” She said this so casually that I gasped aloud.
“You? You sleep with Draco?”
“I haven’t to this point, but if it will help Luna, of course I’ll sleep with Draco. It’s only sex, Ginny. You mean you’ve never done it with a guy?”
I shook my head.
“Sex with a man has a lot to recommend it.” She said simply as she kissed me sweetly. “There are plenty of guys in the D.A. who’d be delighted to be your first. They’re all really decent guys, you know that.”
I did, but then I spilled out my history with Riddle, or most of it at least.
“I understand,” Romilda said, hugging me tenderly. “But, it’s not like that. You need to discover that for yourself, but I can understand why you don’t want the extra stress right now. When the war’s over, you should bed Harry. I know I will if you don’t.”
Romilda went right to sleep, but I laid awake thinking about what she had said. I knew that if I ever did want a man, I wanted Harry to be that man. But, he didn’t love me, did he? He had abandoned me, hadn’t he? Even when I so blatantly offered myself to him on his birthday, he wouldn’t take me. Perhaps Riddle had tainted me so deeply that men were repelled by the thought of having sex with me.
Romilda would only sleep with me once or twice a week; she much preferred sex with men and she was a very popular bed partner. She did indeed shag Draco and he assured her that Luna was not going to be molested as long as her father cooperated with the Death Eaters.
Once we heard Xenophilius had been arrested though, Romilda again slept with Draco and he said his mother would do her best to protect Luna, but Bellatrix was in charge and had a nasty reputation for enjoying watching witches being violated and abused.
Luna did survive Malfoy Manor with her virtue intact, a fact that weighted heavily in Narcissa’s favor during the post-war trials.
Once or twice a week with Romilda was barely enough to keep me satisfied, though, so I began looking for another partner. I thought a little about Neville or Seamus, but they were quite involved with Hannah and Lavender respectively, so they weren’t that interested.
Then, I became friendly with Lisa Turpin and discovered she was a confirmed lesbian and I was happy until Easter holidays. I was miserable afterwards, of course, since my parents didn’t let me go back to school. My wand was barely adequate after my experiences with Luna, Romilda and Lisa.
I joined in the Battle of Hogwarts despite everyone telling me not to. Despite what you might have heard, I was in no danger with Bellatrix, not with Luna and Hermione at my side. My mother barging in distracted me and that’s why my defenses started to fail, not because Bellatrix had broken them.
We won; well, Harry defeated Voldemort. I don’t consider losing my brother, and friends like Lupin, Tonks, and even Colin much of a victory.
I sat with mother, hoping that Harry would come to me and take me in his arms and proclaim his love for me. Despite my fling with my own sex, I really did want a relationship with Harry.
You know what happened. He stood on the other side of the Great Hall eating a sandwich! If ever I felt like dirt under someone’s soles, it was then.
You might ask why I didn’t approach him if I wanted him so badly. I did once, and then when things got sticky, he threw me away. My pride (ever my major failing although I rarely admit it to myself) would not let me make the first move again.
Romilda had no such problems and when I made it down to the Gryffindor common room the next morning, who should waltz down from the boys’ dorms but Romilda, hanging on Harry’s arm as he smiled like the cat that got the cream.
When I confronted her later she readily admitted to seducing Harry.
“Not that it was very hard,” she smirked. “Ginny, why didn’t you go to him? I told you that I would if you didn’t.”
“He should have come to me!” I cried. “I’ve always made the first moves. That’s why everyone thinks I’m easy, that I’m desperate slut.”
“No one thinks that of you, Ginny,” she said as she hugged me. I resisted, then, sank into her embrace.
“I didn’t do it to hurt you, Ginny.” She assured me gently. “I did it because I’ve always wanted to make love to Harry. He’s got the makings of a really wonderful lover. You two could learn together.”
‘He’s not interested in me.” I declared. “No one is.”
“That’s not true,” Romilda sighed. “But, I’ll leave you to figure it out on your own.”
I didn’t understand, or, actually didn’t want to understand at that time.
Harry accompanied us home to the Burrow a couple days later. He didn’t really say much to me and I reciprocated.
A week or so after Fred’s funeral, he finally asked me to take a walk with him and I reluctantly agreed.
“I’m so sorry, Ginny...” he began.
“I know. If this is all you wanted to talk about, I’d rather go for a fly.”
“You have every right to be mad at me, Ginny.”
“Oh, thank you for your approval.” I snapped. “You dumped me last spring and over the last two weeks have studiously ignored me. What do you want, Harry?”
“I was hoping we could be friends again, but that seems unlikely.”
I softened my expression a little. “You’ll always be my friend, Harry. But, I don’t know how I can ever let you close to me again. My heart hasn’t healed from the last time you abandoned me.”
“I didn’t abandon you.” Harry snapped back. “You couldn’t come with me and I didn’t want Voldemort to come after you. That’s why I broke up with you.”
“You dumped me.” I said emphatically. “And now you expect me to fling myself into your arms simply because you survived? You’ve spent too much time with Ron. You ate a sandwich while I was crying over Fred.”
He looked appalled at my accusation.
‘I was starving. I’d just finished fighting for my life. And yours. Why didn’t you leave like I told you to?”
“Oh, I should do what you tell me without question?” I was truly agitated now. “You said you left me for my own protection. Would you like to hear what I went through last year? You broke my heart but no one believed for a minute that you weren’t keeping me informed of what you were up to. You’re not the only one who’s suffered, Harry. What do you want from me?”
“Nothing you’re willing to give, apparently.” He sighed and left.
Summer was miserable. Mum kept us all close; I could hardly get an afternoon away to visit Luna let alone any other friends.
When I could see Luna, even though we made love, she wasn’t as passionate as previously.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” I wept on her breasts one afternoon.
“Of course I love you,” she said, kissing me. “But, Ginny, I’ve starting sleeping with men, you know. I love what you do to me, but guys can do things you can’t.”
“I’m losing you to a cock.” I pouted.
“You’ll never lose me. I’m just expanding my horizons. Really, Ginny, bi is better.”
Deep down I knew she was right, but as I’ve said Harry was the only man I ever wanted to be inside me and he wasn’t interested. No, that’s not true. I knew he was interested but my pride wouldn’t let me go to him. He had to make the first move this time, and simply saying he was sorry wasn’t enough.
School started again. I rode with Hermione and Luna and Romilda until they all left for the Prefects’ meeting. Hermione was Head Girl and both Romilda and Luna (much to her chagrin) were Prefects. I was terribly disappointed that I hadn’t been made a Prefect, or Head Girl for that matter, although I did get the consolation prize of Quidditch Captain.
As I was sitting alone, Malfoy came by with Goyle and Ted Nott, his new bookend since Crabbe had died in the Fiendfyre of his own making.
“Like to scrub the floor of my dorm room, Weaslette?” He sneered. “Do in the nude and I’ll follow you around on my knees and give you some encouragement to do it faster.”
He made several lewd thrusts with his hips; his erection was obvious in his tight trousers.
“I’d sooner drink Bubotuber pus,” I said as I casually aimed my wand at his face and gave him the best Bat Bogey I ever cast.
McGonagall called me into her office after the feast.
“I really can’t approve of you hexing Draco like you did merely because he spoke foully to you.”
“If you had to scrub a floor in your knickers, you’d have done the same.” I answered petulantly.
“Perhaps,” she allowed, a thin smile creasing her mouth. “But, you need to learn to ignore these things. You’ll be the target of lewd remarks and innuendo all your life Ginny, simply because of whom you are and who your friends are. You have to learn to control your temper.”
“Why am I always the one who’s wrong?” I screamed. “I’m the one who suffers, but I’m also the one that has to apologize, that has to change, that has to adapt! I’m through being the victim, the pushover. I swear to you Professor, if Draco mouths off to me like that again, I’ll fucking castrate him!”
“Miss Weasley! Control yourself. Go see Madam Pomfrey. Ask her for a calming draught. I understand your feelings, I truly do, but I cannot allow you to hex other students, even Draco, with impunity.”
I started crying, something I rarely did in public.
“You don’t understand,” I whimpered. “I was ignored and abused my first year; ignored and pitied my second. I was told to give up on the man I love my third year, and then accused of being a whore and a slag my fourth and fifth years. I was practically raped on Alecto’s desk last year. And you expect me to just smile when a turd like Draco Malfoy, who should have received the Dementor’s kiss along with the rest of his loathsome family, asks me if I’d like to have him fuck me?”
As Mcgonagall just stared at me, a voice I hadn’t heard in years whispered in my ear, “Good, Ginevra, very good. I knew you’d be my follower one day. Curse her, you know you want to. Then carry out your threat on Draco. Make them all fear you, as they feared me.”
I’m not sure exactly what happened next, but I passed out and woke up in infirmary. A mind healer from St. Mungo’s was there and talked with me at length, but I couldn’t tell a stranger all that had happened to me.
The next day Luna came and after several long, warm kisses I told her about Tom returning.
“He’s dead, Ginny,” she told me lovingly but forcefully. “You can’t let the dead control you. You never were and never will be his. Madam Pomfrey says she’ll probably release you tomorrow. I’ll sleep with you tomorrow night and you’d better be ready for me.”
I think I smiled for the first time since Fred died.
As I was napping that afternoon I felt another person come and sit by my bed, then felt a pair of warm lips on my forehead.
I cracked my eyelids and there was Harry, who when he saw me looking at him blushed furiously.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I managed a smile. It was the first even vaguely intimate contact he’d initiated with me since last spring.
“It’s alright, it was nice.” I whispered.
Then, he kissed me on the lips, softly and tenderly, brushing them lightly with his tongue. I was tempted, but I was also just not awake enough for a proper snog.
“I’ve missed you, Ginny.” He said. “I’ve had my head up my arse for so long about you. I was just so scared, so confused, so lost last spring. That’s why I left you. I didn’t want to, you have to know that.”
It was almost the apology I’d been waiting for. I looked at him expectantly, but the next words weren’t the declaration of love I’d been expecting.
“I’ll let you rest now. I’ll be at your match against Slytherin. Umm, could I meet you in Hogsmeade in October?”
“Sure.” I sighed.
The next night with Luna was our most intense and erotic lovemaking ever. We lay head-to-toe, our mouths between each other’s legs and our tongues and fingers probing, touching, stroking until we screamed with delight as we hungrily devoured each other’s orgasm.
Luna would sleep with me a couple nights a week, and usually spent at least one night with Seamus and one with Dean. At least she didn’t sleep with my prat of a brother, who constantly begged Hermione to take him to the Heads’ suite with her. As far as I was aware, they’d yet to do the deed.
Harry met me for the Halloween Hogsmeade visit and we had a pleasant day which ended in some very intense snogging. Maybe Luna was right about being bi; my whole body was tingling with delight afterwards.
“Where are we, Gin?” He asked as his hands slid down my back and cupped my cheeks. “Where are we going?”
“That’s up to you, Harry.” I said. I wanted to tell him to ravish me right there in the middle of Hogsmeade, but my pride, or Tom, or sheer cowardice wouldn’t let me.
He came to the Slytherin match and cheered me on as Gryffindor smashed the Snakes 490 to 260. I scored fifteen goals and Gwenog Jones herself congratulated me afterwards.
That had taken a lot of time since she’d said that the Harpies were definitely interested in me. By the time I got to the changing room, everyone else was done showering and was already dressing.
I stripped and as I was walking to the showers Harry waltzed in and hugged me. My teammates snickered as I blushed all over.
“Great game!” He said. “What did Gwenog have to say?”
“Ahh, Harry, why are you in the women’s changing room and hugging me when I’m naked?”
“Oh, shite!” His expression was priceless as his eyes ran up and down my body. “Umm, I’ll wait outside, shall I?”
I had wanted him to stay and wash my back and sighed as he walked out.
When I emerged from the changing room, Victoria Frobisher was busy working her considerable wiles on him. She was a dark-haired, blue-eyed fifth-year seductress in the Romilda mode, with a body much shapelier than mine. I’d leered at her a couple of times, but she was a straight arrow.
He kissed me and congratulated me. I was waiting for him to say he loved me and wanted to spend the night, but he said he had to get back to London. He promised to meet me in Hogsmeade for the Christmas visit, then, quickly departed.
“What’s he like in the sack?” Vicky asked.
“Wouldn’t know.” I sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever know.”
“Well, I’ll let you know after I seduce him next time he’s here.” Vicky smirked.
And she did. Both seduced him and told me afterwards he was the best lover she’d had to that point in her sex life.
I wanted to be angry at him, but for some reason I found myself not really caring. He wasn’t interested in me, apparently. I realize now that that was far from the case, but we were both still avoiding making any sort of move on the other that could be misinterpreted.
And, since I wasn’t willing to give Harry what he obviously wanted, I could hardly blame him for accepting it from other women. Not that he was all that promiscuous; Vicky was only his third partner after Romilda and Luna. He could have easily had a different woman in his bed every night since the Battle of Hogwarts last year had he wanted to.
I tried to be mad at Luna for shagging Harry, but I loved her so much that every time I started to rant at her, she’d tear up and break my heart and we’d end up giving each other more orgasms than ever before.
During the Christmas holidays I spent an entire day with Harry at Grimmauld Place. We snogged and he groped me quite intimately. We actually ended up on his bed, me in just my bra and knickers and him in just his trousers.
But, he seemed to waiting for me to make the first move but my pride wouldn’t let me. Or, maybe it was still my lingering fear that Tom wanted me to be a whore and Harry would simply be my first of many.
He had drilled it into my eleven-year-old brain and psyche, that all I was good for was to be a sex object, to spread my legs for any wizard who asked. I did my best to reject this, but Michael and Dean had made it clear that they would have been delighted to have sex with me.
That’s why I was so confused and conflicted about Harry. It was hard for me to imagine he was truly that ‘noble,’ that it was really up to me if I wanted to be intimate with him.
He stroked me between my legs and I worried my lower lips with my teeth.
“Is this really what you want, Ginny?” He asked with a soft kiss.
“Is it what you want?” I asked back.
“Only if you’re sure.” Harry answered.
So we danced around the question although he did give me a very nice orgasm with his fingers.
That was the story for the rest of the school year. I very much enjoyed Harry’s kisses and his hands, but he had to ask me directly. I wouldn’t even care if he was crude when he did it and simply asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.
There were a few incidents at school which are worthy of mention.
First, I did indeed seduce Victoria Frobisher. She was sweet and tight and absolutely delightful. But, I never made love to her again, despite her wails and pleas.
In bed with Lisa one night, Tom came to visit again. He told me I really needed to experience a cock if I was going to become his true follower. I knew Lisa had a large, strap-on dildo and begged her to fuck me. She refused, saying that it would be too painful for me since I was still a virgin.
“I shagged men my fourth and fifth years, Ginny,” she told me as she kissed me. “Cocks hurt, that’s why I decided I liked women better.”
Tom told me to make her fuck me, so I started choking her. She was blue before I managed to shake off the nightmare and actually passed out again.
To her credit, Lisa slept with me again only two weeks later. The mind healer had her present as I explained what had happened, but I still never confessed to all the things Tom had done to me.
The most pleasant incident was with Malfoy, believe it or not. He snuck up behind me in a corridor and grabbed me by my breasts. I stamped on his foot and he let me go. As I spun around and pulled my wand, I saw that his cronies, Goyle and Nott, had their wands out already.
So, instead of dueling with the three of them, I remembered something Ron told me Hermione had done their third year and cocking my fist, hit him in the nose and broke it.
McGonagall called me into her office again and lectured me. I asked what punishment Draco was going to get for sexually assaulting me, but Goyle and Nott swore that he had simply said hello to me and I punched him without cause.
“And you believe them?” I asked angrily.
“Of course not, Ginny, but I can’t punish him and not punish you since there were witnesses, even if they are lying. I can’t use Veritaserum on students, you know that.”
I had to help Hagrid groom the Thestrals. Luna joined us and I actually got to sit under a tree as Luna cooed and whispered to the ugly, but fascinating creatures.
Slytherin and Gryffindor ended up in a tie for the Quidditch Cup, so there was a winner-take-all playoff game. Malfoy caught the Snitch, but I had scored two hundred points and Gryffindor won 400 to 300.
Harry ‘invaded’ the women’s changing room again and actually stripped and joined me in the showers. My teammates tittered and giggled as he made me come, but that was all. All the other girls had left and I rubbed myself on him, but he didn’t pin me to wall and ravish me the way I was dying for him to.
It had to me. He’d had sex, quite a lot of it actually. Romilda had shagged him six times over the Easter holidays, and so had Luna. If he wouldn’t take me when I was wet and naked right in front of him, it had to be something wrong with me.
School ended and I went home. The next day the tryout offer arrived from the Harpies. A week later at Holyhead, I became the youngest starting Chaser in the last century.
I was showering when I saw her, the Seeker, Phoebe Roberts, under the showerhead next to me. She was twenty-nine, a former Slytherin, blond and svelte and flawless and had a body a hundred times sexier than mine.
She saw me staring at her and smiled, making me blush deeply and hang my head. She walked over, lifted my chin with her finger and kissed me like no woman ever had before, not even Luna.
“I’m so glad you made the team, Ginny,” she said as she smiled down at me. “Would you like to go home with me tonight?”
“I shouldn’t,” I stuttered. “I should go see my family, tell them about this and...”
She kissed me again and within an hour I was in her bed with her tongue inside me, my back arching as I came and came and came again.
I moved in with her a month later and so began my second possession. It was more subtle than Tom’s, but she owned my soul as surely as he once had.
When I slept with Luna one night a month later, Phoebe beat me when I came home to her. She threatened to rape me with her dildo if I ever cheated on her again.
“But, you sleep with other girls.” I said feebly as she slapped me again.
“That’s me. You’re mine, you little redheaded whore. Mine. You understand?”
I don’t know why I stayed other than the sex was so incredible. Her body was like a blade of finest steel, always bending and flexing but never breaking. No matter how many orgasms I gave her she always demanded one more. When she went down on me I would have murdered my parents for one more orgasm.
I was hers as completely as I was ever Tom’s. He even showed up one night in my dreams and threatened to tell her what a whore I’d been as an eleven-year-old.
“She won’t want a slut like you after she learns what you’ve had shoved up that little girl cunt of yours.” Tom threatened.
I didn’t know if he could invade her dreams or not. And it was true. He’d forced me to penetrate myself with all sorts of items; candles, broom handles, fire irons bedposts. That was probably my underlying fear of having intercourse with a man; the fear that I’d be so loose and stretched that they’d never believe I was a virgin, that they’d think I’d shagged a thousand men.
I only ever expressed this fear to Luna, who assured me that my vagina was as tight as any woman’s she’d ever had her tongue in. Not that she’d had all that many partners, but I earnestly wanted to believe her.
Fortunately, unlike my first year where I was simply ignored as Ron’s little sister, just another Weasley, I had friends now who noticed the change.
Near the end of the season, Luna actually came into the changing room showers at Holyhead and asked me to go home with her, right in front Phoebe.
“Get out, you little blond tart,” Phoebe snarled. “I’ll rearrange your face if you don’t get away from her.”
Luna wasn’t cowed; she rarely was.
“She’s my friend and I haven’t seen her in months. Ginny, you don’t have to do what she says.”
Luna paused and looked at me.
“Just like you don’t have to do like Tom says anymore.”
I was afraid to go with her and, yes, Phoebe beat me when we got home.
“Who’s this Tom? Have you lied to me, you little red haired cunt? Who was he?”
“Just a nightmare.” I wept. “Please, don’t hit me anymore.”
She beat a little while longer, then, made sweet, tender love to me. This punishment and reward cycle had me totally confused and unable to think clearly. I tangled my fingers in her hair as her tongue circled my clit and her fingers touched all the right places inside me. I clenched her fingers inside me and she licked my release as it flowed out onto the sheets.
Luna came to Holyhead the next day, and the day after, each time asking me to go home with her. Each night I was more tempted and each night Phoebe beat me more cruelly, then loved me all the more tenderly.
Tom showed up again taunting me as a Gryffidor coward.
“Can’t even stop a woman from beating you. To think I imagined you’d be a worthy follower, maybe even worthy enough to have borne my heir.”
Now, that was something Tom had never threatened me with before.
“Your heir?” I mumbled in my sleep.
“Yes, my heir. Strangle that bitch next to you, then, meet me back at the Chamber where we’ll consummate our love.”
I knew I was losing my mind. There was nothing in the Chamber now except the moldering remains of the Basilisk. Tom was dead, Harry had killed him.
“Harry!” I screamed.
“He hates you, you miserable little dyke.” Tom assured me. “He knows you’re mine. Why do you think he won’t fuck you? He fears my revenge if he steals my virgin bride from me. Kill him after you kill her.”
I twisted a sheet in my hands and was leaning over to wrap it around Phoebe’s neck when I panicked. I ran to our Floo and went to Luna’s house. It was three o’clock in the morning and I was stark naked.
“Luna!” I screamed as I emerged in her parlour.
She came down almost immediately in her robe, then, I gasped as Harry followed her down. I stared, so did he. Luna just smirked, then seeing my distress and my bruises, cuddled me in her arms.
“You’re safe, and you’re staying her from now on. You’re not going back to her.”
“Please, I love her. I love you. What am I doing? Tom. Tom won’t leave me alone. He says I’m going to be his.”
“I killed Tom.” Harry said, giving my shoulder a soft squeeze. “He can’t hurt you anymore. It’s just a dream.”
“Dreams can so hurt.” I cried. “He hurt me all time in my dreams.”
“You were possessed, those weren’t dreams. He’s gone. A dream can’t hurt you. What do you need for me to prove that?”
“Say that you love me.”
I couldn’t believe those words came from my mouth.
“I love you.” Harry said as he pulled me from Luna’s arms into his embrace. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I wept.
“I’m an arsehole. I just didn’t think you wanted me that way.”
“Harry, I’ve been naked with you, showered with you and you didn’t think I loved you?”
“I’ve been naked with Luna, showered with her, hell, had sex with her. I love her, yes, but not like I love you. I just didn’t think you wanted me like that. You never said you loved me, not that way.”
It was true, I never had. I had always associated love with sex. Now I finally realized that was Tom’s doing and I broke down and cried for an hour in Harry’s arms.
When I finally got control of myself, I confessed everything Tom had done to me. Harry was appalled and just shook his head.
“If only you’d told me earlier. We’ve wasted so much time being so unsure of each other. It’s mostly my fault. I should have seen it, felt it, known it, after the Chamber.”
“You were twelve.” I sniffled. “I loved you then, I did. But, Tom had convinced me that love meant sex and how could we have had sex when we were eleven and twelve. Even when we were fifteen and sixteen?”
Before he answered, Phoebe showed up in Luna’s Floo.
“Here you are. I should have known. Let’s go, we’re going home. You’ll regret this, you know.”
“I don’t think so.” Harry said. “You’ll leave her alone from now on. Understand?”
“And if I don’t?” Phoebe glared.
“I have the proverbial friends in high places. If you think I can’t ruin your life and your career, think again.”
I was stunned. Harry never used his fame like that, not that I had ever seen or heard about.
“Come home, Ginny.” Phoebe said sweetly. “I promise; no more beatings. I love you.”
“Don’t,” Harry said. “I’ll keep you safe from Tom. So will Luna. You have to feel free to be free.”
“No, Phoebe.” I cried. “It’s over. I still love you, but I can’t take it anymore. Tom wanted me to strangle you tonight. You have no idea how close I was to following his orders.”
She shuddered and with one more longing glance at me, and a glare at Harry, left.
I finally noticed that Harry was naked under his robe and so was Luna.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll go to the Burrow.”
“Stay here,” Luna said, joining Harry in hugging me. “We’ll keep you safe and we’ll have a long talk in the morning.”
I slept between them, feeling safe for the first time in months, years even. They didn’t do anything but hug me.
In the morning Luna served us breakfast and we had our talk.
“Do you really love me, Harry?” I asked. “I’ve wished and prayed that you did, that you’d tell me one day. Why did it take so long?”
“As I said, I’m an arsehole.” Harry shook his head. “I never had any love while growing up; the whole concept was alien to me. The first affection I ever experienced was Ron becoming my friend and Hermione hugging me.”
“Why did you save me if you didn’t love me?”
“Ginny, I saved you because it was the right thing to do. You were Ron’s sister, but that was not the only factor. I would have saved anyone in your situation, even Malfoy, even Pansy.”
“She’d probably have asked you to shag her when she was twelve.” I snarked.
“I wouldn’t have known what she was asking for.” Harry admitted. “I always liked you, Ginny, you know I did, but I knew I made you feel uncomfortable for some reason and I didn’t know what to do other than, well, avoid you.”
“I was a silly, love-struck, hero-worshipping fangirl.” I confessed. “Hermione told me to give up on you my third year when you didn’t invite me to the Yule Ball. I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t. And I never, never gave up hope that we’d be together one day.”
He took my hand. “That time together my sixth year. As I said then, it was like someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe that you loved me like you said. And when Dumbledore died, I just panicked. I couldn’t let anything happen to you because I loved you so much. I didn’t say it then because, well, because I was afraid you’d put up too much of a fight when I said we had to break up and, well, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to leave you.”
“I know you had to leave, Harry. I just didn’t understand why we couldn’t have remained, well, remained lovers.”
“I was stupid.” Harry shook his head. “I was sure Voldemort would find that information and hurt you to get to me. He never did. And I realize now that he had to already know how I felt about you. I was stupid. Cruel and stupid.”
“Never cruel, Harry,” I said, kissing him softly. “I understood, I did. But, I so much wanted to consummate our love before you had to leave.”
“I just couldn’t.” Harry sighed. “Ron was already on my case about you. Things would have been even more disastrous than they were if we’d actually been intimate, Ginny. And what if, gods forbid, I’d gotten you pregnant? Were either of us rational enough to have thought about that that day in your room?”
“Probably not.” I admitted. “But, afterwards? Harry, you just seemed to ignore me.”
“I couldn’t believe you’d forgive me for leaving, for causing all those deaths. It was very stupid of me I know, to think so poorly of you.”
“You didn’t cause the deaths, Harry.” Luna interjected. We’d both actually forgotten she was there.
“If you hadn’t had to fight Voldemort, it would have been someone else. And people still would have died. You were not, understand, were not responsible for Voldemort, Harry. You have to convince yourself of that just as much as Ginny needs to convince herself that Tom can’t hurt her anymore.”
We both knew she was right and I guess we both started our new lives that moment. The moment Harry admitted that he wasn’t responsible for Voldemort’s actions and I admitted that Tom was dead and couldn’t control me anymore.
Harry and I ended up naked in Luna’s bed that night. I begged him to make love to me but he just smiled and shook his head.
“I want to, but I want to do it right. Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?”
I think I passed out. When I came back around I stammered “What?”
“Marry me.”
“Harry, I’m willing to shag you without marrying you.”
“I know, but, well, I’m sure you’re the one that I want to spend my life with, so, I want it to be official.”
“What about Luna?” I cursed myself for bringing her up. I’d lose him for certain.
“As wonderful as our friendship and, yes, our sex has been, I don’t love her like I love you. And she knows that. You know Luna, you can’t hide anything from her. And she’s alright with that. Please, Ginny. I don’t have a rational reason right now, I just know I want to marry you before we have, ah, you know...”
“Sex?” I giggled as I kissed him. “If you were anymore noble, Harry Potter, you’d be a bleeding saint. Alright, yes, I’ll marry you. When do you want to tie the knot? Don’t make me wait too much longer.”
“Quidditch season is over in three weeks, right?” I nodded.
“Four weeks, then.”
“My mother will have kittens trying to plan my wedding in four weeks, but I agree.”
I looked at him and saw him gasp from the intensity of my gaze.
“I’ve waited long enough.” I said. “If we’re not married exactly four weeks from now, I’m going to Malfoy Manor and let Draco deflower me.”
So, that’s the story of why I’m lying in bed next to Harry. My husband. My husband who has shagged me senseless to within an inch of my life.
I intend to thank Luna; and Romilda and Victoria and, well, even Susan Bones for training Harry so well. Yes, he’d shagged Susan few times, but it was just sex. Luna was really the only woman he loved, although he was fond of the rest of them.
I didn’t mind. Especially not about Luna as I loved her as much as Harry did. He even said I could keep making love to her if I wanted, although he swore that he wouldn’t anymore.
I thanked him, but I seriously doubt I’ll do it, as much as I love Luna and she loves me.
“You’re a couple, a married couple now,” she said after the wedding. “I’ll miss you, miss you both, but it’s your lives now with no one else. Especially not Tom or Voldemort.”
She’s quite right and I start stroking Harry. Sore or not, I want more. A lot more.
And Harry happily obliges me.
Author: pettybureaucrat
Characters: Ginny/Luna, Harry/Ginny, Ginny/OFCs, implied Harry/Luna
Prompt number: 206
Word Count: ~8900
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Femmeslash, Violence, Language, Abuse
Summary: After surviving her sixth year with help from Luna and others, Ginny discovers an old ‘friend’ has returned to haunt her. Harry doesn’t seem interested or is he?
Disclaimer: All recognizable characters and locations are the property of JK Rowling.
Author’s Notes: Thanks to R. I’ve always wondered just how dead Tom Riddle really was as far as Ginny was concerned.
Laying Tom To Rest
I’m lying next to Harry who is now sound asleep; just like all the girls told me he would be.
I rub my extremely well-shagged pussy, wincing just a trifle at the lingering pain from my first time. At least there wasn’t much blood.
I can hear you asking now; Ginny Weasley, the most notorious lesbian in Quidditch has been shagged by a man? And Harry Potter to boot?
It’s no secret I’ve always loved Harry in one sense or another since I was a little girl. There was the hero worship stage, the ‘I can live without him’ stage, the all-to-short physical stage my fifth year. No, we didn’t shag. I was fifteen for Merlin’s sake.
But, I’m starting at the end; let’s go back to the beginning.
It was at Dumbledore’s funeral that Harry dumped me. Yes, he said it was for my safety and I put on a brave face and said I understood, but I was dying inside and had never felt less loved and desired in my life.
Even now, no one really understands completely what being possessed by Tom Riddle did to me, except maybe Luna. I hope Harry will eventually as we get to know each other better over the rest of our life together, but at the time he left me I hadn’t told him too many details of how Riddle had made me feel, and hardly anything about what he had made me do. Not to others, to myself.
Once he had me firmly in his control, he consistently denigrated and belittled me, all the while whispering lewd descriptions of what he would do to my body when he became corporeal. I was eleven years old and had been raised to believe what adults told me, even though I subconsciously realized that what he was telling me was evil and perverted.
He couldn’t touch me physically, of course, but the memories of him abusing me were all too real.
That’s sort of why I became a flirt (or slut depending on whose viewpoint you listened to). I needed to prove to myself that I wasn’t dirty or evil or ruined and Michael and Dean were more than happy to assist.
No, I never shagged them. Really I was fourteen when I was with Michael, fifteen with Dean. Did I let them touch me? Of course I did. My Riddle-induced self-doubts made me think that that was what men needed to like me.
It was a little different with Harry. He was such a babe in the woods sexually (Cho had never let him touch her), and, of course, he was insufferably noble. I could never get him to do more than squeeze my breasts (on top of my clothes) and once in a while squeeze my thigh under my skirt.
And, of course, my prat of a brother Ron was always lurking in the background, ‘protecting’ me. You have no idea how many times he came close to getting a full on Bat Bogey from me.
I made my last desperate try for Harry’s love on his 17th birthday, but we all know what happened there. I had prayed that he would take the hint and come back later, but he didn’t.
That was when I decided that I simply must not be attractive to men, at least not enough to keep their interest unless I was willing to let them have their way with me. I was wrong, but I was still only fifteen, so what did I really know back then?
The Death Eater’s crashed Bill and Fleur’s wedding and I was whisked away to Great Aunt Muriel’s. I honestly didn’t expect to have to go to school, but the Death Eaters forced all the students they could find to attend.
Was it bad? It was a nightmare.
Now, Snape drew the line at actual sexual assault, but the Slytherin men and Amycus Carrow pushed the limits. Being a blood traitor and Harry Potter’s girlfriend (despite my statements that he had dumped me) made me one of the prime targets.
I was fondled and squeezed both on top of and under my clothes. For one punishment with Amycus, I was forced to scrub a classroom floor in only my knickers while he watched and occasionally squeezed my bottom, asking if I was ready for some real sex, not the pansy-type that he said he was sure was all Harry had given me.
I saw no point in telling him Harry barely touched me, so I endured.
He pressed me against the wall once I had finished. I could feel his erection on my stomach. He squeezed my breasts and then let me go, promising that the next time I mouthed off in class, I’d be scrubbing in the nude with all the Slytherin men watching.
I dressed and left and ran blindly around for a while until I found a tapestry to hide behind. I sank to the floor and wept. It seemed all of Tom’s predictions about me were coming true. I could almost hear his voice whispering that all I was good for was to be a plaything for Death Eaters.
“Ginny?”
I looked up and saw Luna’s beautiful silvery eyes staring at me.
“Luna!” I jumped up and hugged her, weeping on her shoulder as she stroked my back.
“Come with me,” she said, leading me away by the hand. Before I realized it, we were in my dorm room, on my bed, the curtains sealed and silenced.
“Tell me about it.” Luna asked.
I wept out the story of my detention with Amycus, then without realizing it had told her a little about the humiliation I had suffered while possessed by Tom Riddle.
As I finished, expecting her to leave in disgust, she leaned over and kissed me softly.
“Luna?” It was one of the most amazing kisses I’d ever receive.
“You look like you needed a kiss.” She smiled. “I’ll go now.”
“NO!” I grabbed her and held her desperately. I hated showing weakness like this but I simply couldn’t be alone.
“Please.” I cried. Then, I kissed her back.
“Very nice.” She said as we parted our lips. “Alright, I’ll stay.”
I was happy and then she started peeling her clothes off. Before I could protest, she was naked except for her knickers.
I looked at her closely, trying but failing not to lick my lips.
Now, I’d seen plenty of naked female bodies. After all, my four dormmates and I shared a lavatory and there weren’t any doors on the shower stalls. And of course the showers in the Quidditch changing rooms were open.
Luna’s skin was a pale ivory that seemed to glow with an inner radiance. My own freckle-covered flesh looked dingy in comparison despite being a milky white.
Now, to be honest, all my boyfriends, even Harry, told me I had beautiful skin, but I figured at this point that was simply because they wanted to see all of it and then, of course, have their way with me.
“Aren’t you getting undressed?” Luna asked me.
I gulped and quickly stripped down to my knickers as well.
We slipped under the covers and Luna spooned into my back. I snuggled into her arms and sighed happily, then purred as she kissed my neck and shoulder.
“You’re safe now.” I believed her.
I awoke feeling totally relaxed for the first time since I couldn’t remember when. Luna’s right hand was resting lightly on my breasts. I wiggled with pleasure, noticing that my nipples gently pressed into her palm each time I took a breath. I began taking deeper breaths.
Luna awoke and kissed my shoulder.
“We should get down for breakfast.” She said. “I think all your dormmates are already gone.”
That was a good thing as it was against the rules for anyone to spend a night away from their own house and it was especially forbidden to sleep in someone else’s bed. And I was sure one of my dormmates was a snitch for the Carrows.
I rolled over and looked into her beautiful eyes.
“Kiss me.” I asked. And she did, warmly and lovingly.
That was the start of it.
We slept together every night, our kisses and caresses getting more intimate as time went by. The first time she stroked me there, between my legs on my clit I came almost immediately. The next night I returned the favor and Luna’s face looked like an angel’s as I made her come as well.
“What’s it like with a boy?” She asked me the next night.
“I...I don’t know, Luna.”
She looked surprised. “Michael, Dean, Harry? Ginny, you’ve never...”
‘No, of course not.” I said indignantly. “Just because I like...liked boys doesn’t mean I’m a whore.”
“I never meant to imply that,” she apologized kissing me hard and teasing my tongue with hers. “I just thought...well, I was wrong. Why haven’t you?”
“Have you?” I asked, still a little miffed.
“Well, no,” she admitted. “But, I’m Looney Lovegood, who’d want to shag me?”
“I would.” Her face was priceless.
She took a deep breath, then said,
“Prove it.”
I kissed her and kissed her, slowly working my way down her body until I was lying between her slender thighs. Her slit was pink and open amidst her tangled thatch of dark blond curls. The bud of her clit peeked out from under its hood beckoning me, so I took a breath then ran my tongue around it.
She moaned, I moaned.
I continued teasing her, her fingers tangling in my long red mane and soon she was moving my face over her in time with the thrusts of her hips. I clasped the quivering bud between my lips and sucked it into my mouth.
She came undone, gasping and crying, her flow staining my linens. I quickly dipped my tongue inside her tight sheath and collected her sweet release, savoring the tangy taste. I swallowed all I could of her, then, slithered up her body and kissed her.
She returned the favor the next night. I gasped and cried and whimpered as her pointy pink tongue swirled around my clit, her soft lips sucking and kissing it and her straight white teeth nipping it until I screamed with the most amazing orgasm I’d ever experienced. Her tongue probed me deeply, gathering my release and when she shared it with me I knew this is what I had needed ever since the Chamber.
I told her all about Tom the next night, expecting her to leave me, but she simply hugged me tightly and wept along with me.
“Why didn’t you tell me sooner? We’ve been friends since we were six.”
“I couldn’t,” I sniffled. “I couldn’t tell anyone. You won’t leave me?”
“No time soon, I promise.” She smiled. “But, Ginny, why haven’t you done it with a boy? I would think that Harry could have put your demons to rest better than I can.”
“He just wouldn’t.” I sighed. “You know how damned noble he is. Plus, he didn’t want to piss off my brother. That’s why I’m done with men. Ron was more important to him than me.”
“Ron was going with him, you couldn’t.” Luna reminded me.
“He didn’t have to leave me the way he did.” I insisted. “He broke my heart. Why should I wait?”
“So, does that mean you’re going to find someone to shag just to get even?”
“No, I don’t want a man. They’re all only interested in one thing.”
“I think you’re being unfair to a lot of guys, but, let’s not argue anymore tonight.” She said kissing me, and soon I forgot all about men.
Of course, shortly before Christmas we got caught. Or rather my snitch dormmate ratted us out.
Alecto stripped us in front of her Muggle Studies class and ordered us to make love to each other.
“These two will now demonstrate how perverse Muggles are. Muggles, men and women both, love to have sex with a partner of the same sex. We magical folk, except for deviants and perverts like these two, know that a woman owes a man her body anytime he asks. Get started, you two. Show us how blood traitors make love.”
She stung both of us several times. A couple of boys in the class leered, but the rest all look horrified at what Alecto was forcing us to do.
We kissed, but we couldn’t go any further.
“So, changed your minds? Seen the errors of you ways?” Alecto cackled. “I’ll have my brother introduce you to real sex, the way it should be.”
She summoned Amycus and before I knew what was happening he had me stretched out on Alecto’s desk and was fingering me roughly. He was unzipping his trousers when Snape walked in.
“What have I told you two about this?” He screamed, hitting Amycus with a Cruciatus.
He ordered me and Luna, “You two, get dressed and come with me.” We did so quickly.
“They need to be broken, to learn their place.” Alecto raved.
“Do they look broken? Do they look cowed or disheartened? All you’re doing is encouraging the next generation of resistance.” Snape sneered as he pushed us out.
I was scared shitless, but no, I was not cowed or broken. If it was stolen from me, that was fate; but I would do my best to have my revenge on whoever took it.
“Don’t think for a moment I did this for any noble reason, you two.” Snape shouted at us as he led us to the Hospital wing. “I can’t let Amycus get out of hand, or he’ll rape every girl in the school. Or at least until one of them slits his throat as he’s pulling her knickers off. There’s enough resistance as there is, we don’t need parents even more infuriated than they already are by raping the daughters.”
It was cold comfort, but at least my virtue had been saved.
I discovered which of my dormmates had snitched on me and gave her Bat Bogey hex that left her formerly very pretty face scarred for life. It had become that kind of war.
Was I proud of that? No, of course not. If I had a chance to undo it, would I? Hell, no.
I was hoping to see Luna during the Christmas holidays and watched in horror as the Death Eaters kidnapped her right from the Hogwarts Express. I fretted and worried the entire time I was home. At least Luna’s kidnapping kept my parents from inquiring too closely about what I had been doing the last four months.
I returned to school and was hornier than a herd of unicorns, but I was also something of a pariah other than to my friends in Dumbledore’s Army. I tested the water with Lavender and Parvati, but they were both with a guy now and weren’t interested in a woman at that time.
Then, amazingly, Romilda Vane approached me and we went to her bed that night. She was tall and very well built and very physical. She nearly smothered me between her thighs when I made her come, my tongue probing her deeply.
“Luna’s a wonderful teacher, isn’t she?” Romilda said as we cuddled afterwards.
“You? You...you’ve slept with Luna?”
“She was my first. Do you know anything about where she is? Do you think we could do anything to free her?”
This was a very different Romilda than last year when she tried to foist a love potion off on Harry. Of course, my glutton brother ate the chocolate instead and was smitten with her until Slughorn cured him. It was actually rather entertaining.
“I’ve heard she’s a prisoner in Malfoy Manor. I don’t think there’s any chance to save her.”
“Well, I guess I’ll sleep with Draco and see if can extract any information from him.” She said this so casually that I gasped aloud.
“You? You sleep with Draco?”
“I haven’t to this point, but if it will help Luna, of course I’ll sleep with Draco. It’s only sex, Ginny. You mean you’ve never done it with a guy?”
I shook my head.
“Sex with a man has a lot to recommend it.” She said simply as she kissed me sweetly. “There are plenty of guys in the D.A. who’d be delighted to be your first. They’re all really decent guys, you know that.”
I did, but then I spilled out my history with Riddle, or most of it at least.
“I understand,” Romilda said, hugging me tenderly. “But, it’s not like that. You need to discover that for yourself, but I can understand why you don’t want the extra stress right now. When the war’s over, you should bed Harry. I know I will if you don’t.”
Romilda went right to sleep, but I laid awake thinking about what she had said. I knew that if I ever did want a man, I wanted Harry to be that man. But, he didn’t love me, did he? He had abandoned me, hadn’t he? Even when I so blatantly offered myself to him on his birthday, he wouldn’t take me. Perhaps Riddle had tainted me so deeply that men were repelled by the thought of having sex with me.
Romilda would only sleep with me once or twice a week; she much preferred sex with men and she was a very popular bed partner. She did indeed shag Draco and he assured her that Luna was not going to be molested as long as her father cooperated with the Death Eaters.
Once we heard Xenophilius had been arrested though, Romilda again slept with Draco and he said his mother would do her best to protect Luna, but Bellatrix was in charge and had a nasty reputation for enjoying watching witches being violated and abused.
Luna did survive Malfoy Manor with her virtue intact, a fact that weighted heavily in Narcissa’s favor during the post-war trials.
Once or twice a week with Romilda was barely enough to keep me satisfied, though, so I began looking for another partner. I thought a little about Neville or Seamus, but they were quite involved with Hannah and Lavender respectively, so they weren’t that interested.
Then, I became friendly with Lisa Turpin and discovered she was a confirmed lesbian and I was happy until Easter holidays. I was miserable afterwards, of course, since my parents didn’t let me go back to school. My wand was barely adequate after my experiences with Luna, Romilda and Lisa.
I joined in the Battle of Hogwarts despite everyone telling me not to. Despite what you might have heard, I was in no danger with Bellatrix, not with Luna and Hermione at my side. My mother barging in distracted me and that’s why my defenses started to fail, not because Bellatrix had broken them.
We won; well, Harry defeated Voldemort. I don’t consider losing my brother, and friends like Lupin, Tonks, and even Colin much of a victory.
I sat with mother, hoping that Harry would come to me and take me in his arms and proclaim his love for me. Despite my fling with my own sex, I really did want a relationship with Harry.
You know what happened. He stood on the other side of the Great Hall eating a sandwich! If ever I felt like dirt under someone’s soles, it was then.
You might ask why I didn’t approach him if I wanted him so badly. I did once, and then when things got sticky, he threw me away. My pride (ever my major failing although I rarely admit it to myself) would not let me make the first move again.
Romilda had no such problems and when I made it down to the Gryffindor common room the next morning, who should waltz down from the boys’ dorms but Romilda, hanging on Harry’s arm as he smiled like the cat that got the cream.
When I confronted her later she readily admitted to seducing Harry.
“Not that it was very hard,” she smirked. “Ginny, why didn’t you go to him? I told you that I would if you didn’t.”
“He should have come to me!” I cried. “I’ve always made the first moves. That’s why everyone thinks I’m easy, that I’m desperate slut.”
“No one thinks that of you, Ginny,” she said as she hugged me. I resisted, then, sank into her embrace.
“I didn’t do it to hurt you, Ginny.” She assured me gently. “I did it because I’ve always wanted to make love to Harry. He’s got the makings of a really wonderful lover. You two could learn together.”
‘He’s not interested in me.” I declared. “No one is.”
“That’s not true,” Romilda sighed. “But, I’ll leave you to figure it out on your own.”
I didn’t understand, or, actually didn’t want to understand at that time.
Harry accompanied us home to the Burrow a couple days later. He didn’t really say much to me and I reciprocated.
A week or so after Fred’s funeral, he finally asked me to take a walk with him and I reluctantly agreed.
“I’m so sorry, Ginny...” he began.
“I know. If this is all you wanted to talk about, I’d rather go for a fly.”
“You have every right to be mad at me, Ginny.”
“Oh, thank you for your approval.” I snapped. “You dumped me last spring and over the last two weeks have studiously ignored me. What do you want, Harry?”
“I was hoping we could be friends again, but that seems unlikely.”
I softened my expression a little. “You’ll always be my friend, Harry. But, I don’t know how I can ever let you close to me again. My heart hasn’t healed from the last time you abandoned me.”
“I didn’t abandon you.” Harry snapped back. “You couldn’t come with me and I didn’t want Voldemort to come after you. That’s why I broke up with you.”
“You dumped me.” I said emphatically. “And now you expect me to fling myself into your arms simply because you survived? You’ve spent too much time with Ron. You ate a sandwich while I was crying over Fred.”
He looked appalled at my accusation.
‘I was starving. I’d just finished fighting for my life. And yours. Why didn’t you leave like I told you to?”
“Oh, I should do what you tell me without question?” I was truly agitated now. “You said you left me for my own protection. Would you like to hear what I went through last year? You broke my heart but no one believed for a minute that you weren’t keeping me informed of what you were up to. You’re not the only one who’s suffered, Harry. What do you want from me?”
“Nothing you’re willing to give, apparently.” He sighed and left.
Summer was miserable. Mum kept us all close; I could hardly get an afternoon away to visit Luna let alone any other friends.
When I could see Luna, even though we made love, she wasn’t as passionate as previously.
“Don’t you love me anymore?” I wept on her breasts one afternoon.
“Of course I love you,” she said, kissing me. “But, Ginny, I’ve starting sleeping with men, you know. I love what you do to me, but guys can do things you can’t.”
“I’m losing you to a cock.” I pouted.
“You’ll never lose me. I’m just expanding my horizons. Really, Ginny, bi is better.”
Deep down I knew she was right, but as I’ve said Harry was the only man I ever wanted to be inside me and he wasn’t interested. No, that’s not true. I knew he was interested but my pride wouldn’t let me go to him. He had to make the first move this time, and simply saying he was sorry wasn’t enough.
School started again. I rode with Hermione and Luna and Romilda until they all left for the Prefects’ meeting. Hermione was Head Girl and both Romilda and Luna (much to her chagrin) were Prefects. I was terribly disappointed that I hadn’t been made a Prefect, or Head Girl for that matter, although I did get the consolation prize of Quidditch Captain.
As I was sitting alone, Malfoy came by with Goyle and Ted Nott, his new bookend since Crabbe had died in the Fiendfyre of his own making.
“Like to scrub the floor of my dorm room, Weaslette?” He sneered. “Do in the nude and I’ll follow you around on my knees and give you some encouragement to do it faster.”
He made several lewd thrusts with his hips; his erection was obvious in his tight trousers.
“I’d sooner drink Bubotuber pus,” I said as I casually aimed my wand at his face and gave him the best Bat Bogey I ever cast.
McGonagall called me into her office after the feast.
“I really can’t approve of you hexing Draco like you did merely because he spoke foully to you.”
“If you had to scrub a floor in your knickers, you’d have done the same.” I answered petulantly.
“Perhaps,” she allowed, a thin smile creasing her mouth. “But, you need to learn to ignore these things. You’ll be the target of lewd remarks and innuendo all your life Ginny, simply because of whom you are and who your friends are. You have to learn to control your temper.”
“Why am I always the one who’s wrong?” I screamed. “I’m the one who suffers, but I’m also the one that has to apologize, that has to change, that has to adapt! I’m through being the victim, the pushover. I swear to you Professor, if Draco mouths off to me like that again, I’ll fucking castrate him!”
“Miss Weasley! Control yourself. Go see Madam Pomfrey. Ask her for a calming draught. I understand your feelings, I truly do, but I cannot allow you to hex other students, even Draco, with impunity.”
I started crying, something I rarely did in public.
“You don’t understand,” I whimpered. “I was ignored and abused my first year; ignored and pitied my second. I was told to give up on the man I love my third year, and then accused of being a whore and a slag my fourth and fifth years. I was practically raped on Alecto’s desk last year. And you expect me to just smile when a turd like Draco Malfoy, who should have received the Dementor’s kiss along with the rest of his loathsome family, asks me if I’d like to have him fuck me?”
As Mcgonagall just stared at me, a voice I hadn’t heard in years whispered in my ear, “Good, Ginevra, very good. I knew you’d be my follower one day. Curse her, you know you want to. Then carry out your threat on Draco. Make them all fear you, as they feared me.”
I’m not sure exactly what happened next, but I passed out and woke up in infirmary. A mind healer from St. Mungo’s was there and talked with me at length, but I couldn’t tell a stranger all that had happened to me.
The next day Luna came and after several long, warm kisses I told her about Tom returning.
“He’s dead, Ginny,” she told me lovingly but forcefully. “You can’t let the dead control you. You never were and never will be his. Madam Pomfrey says she’ll probably release you tomorrow. I’ll sleep with you tomorrow night and you’d better be ready for me.”
I think I smiled for the first time since Fred died.
As I was napping that afternoon I felt another person come and sit by my bed, then felt a pair of warm lips on my forehead.
I cracked my eyelids and there was Harry, who when he saw me looking at him blushed furiously.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you.”
I managed a smile. It was the first even vaguely intimate contact he’d initiated with me since last spring.
“It’s alright, it was nice.” I whispered.
Then, he kissed me on the lips, softly and tenderly, brushing them lightly with his tongue. I was tempted, but I was also just not awake enough for a proper snog.
“I’ve missed you, Ginny.” He said. “I’ve had my head up my arse for so long about you. I was just so scared, so confused, so lost last spring. That’s why I left you. I didn’t want to, you have to know that.”
It was almost the apology I’d been waiting for. I looked at him expectantly, but the next words weren’t the declaration of love I’d been expecting.
“I’ll let you rest now. I’ll be at your match against Slytherin. Umm, could I meet you in Hogsmeade in October?”
“Sure.” I sighed.
The next night with Luna was our most intense and erotic lovemaking ever. We lay head-to-toe, our mouths between each other’s legs and our tongues and fingers probing, touching, stroking until we screamed with delight as we hungrily devoured each other’s orgasm.
Luna would sleep with me a couple nights a week, and usually spent at least one night with Seamus and one with Dean. At least she didn’t sleep with my prat of a brother, who constantly begged Hermione to take him to the Heads’ suite with her. As far as I was aware, they’d yet to do the deed.
Harry met me for the Halloween Hogsmeade visit and we had a pleasant day which ended in some very intense snogging. Maybe Luna was right about being bi; my whole body was tingling with delight afterwards.
“Where are we, Gin?” He asked as his hands slid down my back and cupped my cheeks. “Where are we going?”
“That’s up to you, Harry.” I said. I wanted to tell him to ravish me right there in the middle of Hogsmeade, but my pride, or Tom, or sheer cowardice wouldn’t let me.
He came to the Slytherin match and cheered me on as Gryffindor smashed the Snakes 490 to 260. I scored fifteen goals and Gwenog Jones herself congratulated me afterwards.
That had taken a lot of time since she’d said that the Harpies were definitely interested in me. By the time I got to the changing room, everyone else was done showering and was already dressing.
I stripped and as I was walking to the showers Harry waltzed in and hugged me. My teammates snickered as I blushed all over.
“Great game!” He said. “What did Gwenog have to say?”
“Ahh, Harry, why are you in the women’s changing room and hugging me when I’m naked?”
“Oh, shite!” His expression was priceless as his eyes ran up and down my body. “Umm, I’ll wait outside, shall I?”
I had wanted him to stay and wash my back and sighed as he walked out.
When I emerged from the changing room, Victoria Frobisher was busy working her considerable wiles on him. She was a dark-haired, blue-eyed fifth-year seductress in the Romilda mode, with a body much shapelier than mine. I’d leered at her a couple of times, but she was a straight arrow.
He kissed me and congratulated me. I was waiting for him to say he loved me and wanted to spend the night, but he said he had to get back to London. He promised to meet me in Hogsmeade for the Christmas visit, then, quickly departed.
“What’s he like in the sack?” Vicky asked.
“Wouldn’t know.” I sighed. “I don’t think I’ll ever know.”
“Well, I’ll let you know after I seduce him next time he’s here.” Vicky smirked.
And she did. Both seduced him and told me afterwards he was the best lover she’d had to that point in her sex life.
I wanted to be angry at him, but for some reason I found myself not really caring. He wasn’t interested in me, apparently. I realize now that that was far from the case, but we were both still avoiding making any sort of move on the other that could be misinterpreted.
And, since I wasn’t willing to give Harry what he obviously wanted, I could hardly blame him for accepting it from other women. Not that he was all that promiscuous; Vicky was only his third partner after Romilda and Luna. He could have easily had a different woman in his bed every night since the Battle of Hogwarts last year had he wanted to.
I tried to be mad at Luna for shagging Harry, but I loved her so much that every time I started to rant at her, she’d tear up and break my heart and we’d end up giving each other more orgasms than ever before.
During the Christmas holidays I spent an entire day with Harry at Grimmauld Place. We snogged and he groped me quite intimately. We actually ended up on his bed, me in just my bra and knickers and him in just his trousers.
But, he seemed to waiting for me to make the first move but my pride wouldn’t let me. Or, maybe it was still my lingering fear that Tom wanted me to be a whore and Harry would simply be my first of many.
He had drilled it into my eleven-year-old brain and psyche, that all I was good for was to be a sex object, to spread my legs for any wizard who asked. I did my best to reject this, but Michael and Dean had made it clear that they would have been delighted to have sex with me.
That’s why I was so confused and conflicted about Harry. It was hard for me to imagine he was truly that ‘noble,’ that it was really up to me if I wanted to be intimate with him.
He stroked me between my legs and I worried my lower lips with my teeth.
“Is this really what you want, Ginny?” He asked with a soft kiss.
“Is it what you want?” I asked back.
“Only if you’re sure.” Harry answered.
So we danced around the question although he did give me a very nice orgasm with his fingers.
That was the story for the rest of the school year. I very much enjoyed Harry’s kisses and his hands, but he had to ask me directly. I wouldn’t even care if he was crude when he did it and simply asked me if I wanted him to fuck me.
There were a few incidents at school which are worthy of mention.
First, I did indeed seduce Victoria Frobisher. She was sweet and tight and absolutely delightful. But, I never made love to her again, despite her wails and pleas.
In bed with Lisa one night, Tom came to visit again. He told me I really needed to experience a cock if I was going to become his true follower. I knew Lisa had a large, strap-on dildo and begged her to fuck me. She refused, saying that it would be too painful for me since I was still a virgin.
“I shagged men my fourth and fifth years, Ginny,” she told me as she kissed me. “Cocks hurt, that’s why I decided I liked women better.”
Tom told me to make her fuck me, so I started choking her. She was blue before I managed to shake off the nightmare and actually passed out again.
To her credit, Lisa slept with me again only two weeks later. The mind healer had her present as I explained what had happened, but I still never confessed to all the things Tom had done to me.
The most pleasant incident was with Malfoy, believe it or not. He snuck up behind me in a corridor and grabbed me by my breasts. I stamped on his foot and he let me go. As I spun around and pulled my wand, I saw that his cronies, Goyle and Nott, had their wands out already.
So, instead of dueling with the three of them, I remembered something Ron told me Hermione had done their third year and cocking my fist, hit him in the nose and broke it.
McGonagall called me into her office again and lectured me. I asked what punishment Draco was going to get for sexually assaulting me, but Goyle and Nott swore that he had simply said hello to me and I punched him without cause.
“And you believe them?” I asked angrily.
“Of course not, Ginny, but I can’t punish him and not punish you since there were witnesses, even if they are lying. I can’t use Veritaserum on students, you know that.”
I had to help Hagrid groom the Thestrals. Luna joined us and I actually got to sit under a tree as Luna cooed and whispered to the ugly, but fascinating creatures.
Slytherin and Gryffindor ended up in a tie for the Quidditch Cup, so there was a winner-take-all playoff game. Malfoy caught the Snitch, but I had scored two hundred points and Gryffindor won 400 to 300.
Harry ‘invaded’ the women’s changing room again and actually stripped and joined me in the showers. My teammates tittered and giggled as he made me come, but that was all. All the other girls had left and I rubbed myself on him, but he didn’t pin me to wall and ravish me the way I was dying for him to.
It had to me. He’d had sex, quite a lot of it actually. Romilda had shagged him six times over the Easter holidays, and so had Luna. If he wouldn’t take me when I was wet and naked right in front of him, it had to be something wrong with me.
School ended and I went home. The next day the tryout offer arrived from the Harpies. A week later at Holyhead, I became the youngest starting Chaser in the last century.
I was showering when I saw her, the Seeker, Phoebe Roberts, under the showerhead next to me. She was twenty-nine, a former Slytherin, blond and svelte and flawless and had a body a hundred times sexier than mine.
She saw me staring at her and smiled, making me blush deeply and hang my head. She walked over, lifted my chin with her finger and kissed me like no woman ever had before, not even Luna.
“I’m so glad you made the team, Ginny,” she said as she smiled down at me. “Would you like to go home with me tonight?”
“I shouldn’t,” I stuttered. “I should go see my family, tell them about this and...”
She kissed me again and within an hour I was in her bed with her tongue inside me, my back arching as I came and came and came again.
I moved in with her a month later and so began my second possession. It was more subtle than Tom’s, but she owned my soul as surely as he once had.
When I slept with Luna one night a month later, Phoebe beat me when I came home to her. She threatened to rape me with her dildo if I ever cheated on her again.
“But, you sleep with other girls.” I said feebly as she slapped me again.
“That’s me. You’re mine, you little redheaded whore. Mine. You understand?”
I don’t know why I stayed other than the sex was so incredible. Her body was like a blade of finest steel, always bending and flexing but never breaking. No matter how many orgasms I gave her she always demanded one more. When she went down on me I would have murdered my parents for one more orgasm.
I was hers as completely as I was ever Tom’s. He even showed up one night in my dreams and threatened to tell her what a whore I’d been as an eleven-year-old.
“She won’t want a slut like you after she learns what you’ve had shoved up that little girl cunt of yours.” Tom threatened.
I didn’t know if he could invade her dreams or not. And it was true. He’d forced me to penetrate myself with all sorts of items; candles, broom handles, fire irons bedposts. That was probably my underlying fear of having intercourse with a man; the fear that I’d be so loose and stretched that they’d never believe I was a virgin, that they’d think I’d shagged a thousand men.
I only ever expressed this fear to Luna, who assured me that my vagina was as tight as any woman’s she’d ever had her tongue in. Not that she’d had all that many partners, but I earnestly wanted to believe her.
Fortunately, unlike my first year where I was simply ignored as Ron’s little sister, just another Weasley, I had friends now who noticed the change.
Near the end of the season, Luna actually came into the changing room showers at Holyhead and asked me to go home with her, right in front Phoebe.
“Get out, you little blond tart,” Phoebe snarled. “I’ll rearrange your face if you don’t get away from her.”
Luna wasn’t cowed; she rarely was.
“She’s my friend and I haven’t seen her in months. Ginny, you don’t have to do what she says.”
Luna paused and looked at me.
“Just like you don’t have to do like Tom says anymore.”
I was afraid to go with her and, yes, Phoebe beat me when we got home.
“Who’s this Tom? Have you lied to me, you little red haired cunt? Who was he?”
“Just a nightmare.” I wept. “Please, don’t hit me anymore.”
She beat a little while longer, then, made sweet, tender love to me. This punishment and reward cycle had me totally confused and unable to think clearly. I tangled my fingers in her hair as her tongue circled my clit and her fingers touched all the right places inside me. I clenched her fingers inside me and she licked my release as it flowed out onto the sheets.
Luna came to Holyhead the next day, and the day after, each time asking me to go home with her. Each night I was more tempted and each night Phoebe beat me more cruelly, then loved me all the more tenderly.
Tom showed up again taunting me as a Gryffidor coward.
“Can’t even stop a woman from beating you. To think I imagined you’d be a worthy follower, maybe even worthy enough to have borne my heir.”
Now, that was something Tom had never threatened me with before.
“Your heir?” I mumbled in my sleep.
“Yes, my heir. Strangle that bitch next to you, then, meet me back at the Chamber where we’ll consummate our love.”
I knew I was losing my mind. There was nothing in the Chamber now except the moldering remains of the Basilisk. Tom was dead, Harry had killed him.
“Harry!” I screamed.
“He hates you, you miserable little dyke.” Tom assured me. “He knows you’re mine. Why do you think he won’t fuck you? He fears my revenge if he steals my virgin bride from me. Kill him after you kill her.”
I twisted a sheet in my hands and was leaning over to wrap it around Phoebe’s neck when I panicked. I ran to our Floo and went to Luna’s house. It was three o’clock in the morning and I was stark naked.
“Luna!” I screamed as I emerged in her parlour.
She came down almost immediately in her robe, then, I gasped as Harry followed her down. I stared, so did he. Luna just smirked, then seeing my distress and my bruises, cuddled me in her arms.
“You’re safe, and you’re staying her from now on. You’re not going back to her.”
“Please, I love her. I love you. What am I doing? Tom. Tom won’t leave me alone. He says I’m going to be his.”
“I killed Tom.” Harry said, giving my shoulder a soft squeeze. “He can’t hurt you anymore. It’s just a dream.”
“Dreams can so hurt.” I cried. “He hurt me all time in my dreams.”
“You were possessed, those weren’t dreams. He’s gone. A dream can’t hurt you. What do you need for me to prove that?”
“Say that you love me.”
I couldn’t believe those words came from my mouth.
“I love you.” Harry said as he pulled me from Luna’s arms into his embrace. “I’ve never stopped loving you.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” I wept.
“I’m an arsehole. I just didn’t think you wanted me that way.”
“Harry, I’ve been naked with you, showered with you and you didn’t think I loved you?”
“I’ve been naked with Luna, showered with her, hell, had sex with her. I love her, yes, but not like I love you. I just didn’t think you wanted me like that. You never said you loved me, not that way.”
It was true, I never had. I had always associated love with sex. Now I finally realized that was Tom’s doing and I broke down and cried for an hour in Harry’s arms.
When I finally got control of myself, I confessed everything Tom had done to me. Harry was appalled and just shook his head.
“If only you’d told me earlier. We’ve wasted so much time being so unsure of each other. It’s mostly my fault. I should have seen it, felt it, known it, after the Chamber.”
“You were twelve.” I sniffled. “I loved you then, I did. But, Tom had convinced me that love meant sex and how could we have had sex when we were eleven and twelve. Even when we were fifteen and sixteen?”
Before he answered, Phoebe showed up in Luna’s Floo.
“Here you are. I should have known. Let’s go, we’re going home. You’ll regret this, you know.”
“I don’t think so.” Harry said. “You’ll leave her alone from now on. Understand?”
“And if I don’t?” Phoebe glared.
“I have the proverbial friends in high places. If you think I can’t ruin your life and your career, think again.”
I was stunned. Harry never used his fame like that, not that I had ever seen or heard about.
“Come home, Ginny.” Phoebe said sweetly. “I promise; no more beatings. I love you.”
“Don’t,” Harry said. “I’ll keep you safe from Tom. So will Luna. You have to feel free to be free.”
“No, Phoebe.” I cried. “It’s over. I still love you, but I can’t take it anymore. Tom wanted me to strangle you tonight. You have no idea how close I was to following his orders.”
She shuddered and with one more longing glance at me, and a glare at Harry, left.
I finally noticed that Harry was naked under his robe and so was Luna.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ll go to the Burrow.”
“Stay here,” Luna said, joining Harry in hugging me. “We’ll keep you safe and we’ll have a long talk in the morning.”
I slept between them, feeling safe for the first time in months, years even. They didn’t do anything but hug me.
In the morning Luna served us breakfast and we had our talk.
“Do you really love me, Harry?” I asked. “I’ve wished and prayed that you did, that you’d tell me one day. Why did it take so long?”
“As I said, I’m an arsehole.” Harry shook his head. “I never had any love while growing up; the whole concept was alien to me. The first affection I ever experienced was Ron becoming my friend and Hermione hugging me.”
“Why did you save me if you didn’t love me?”
“Ginny, I saved you because it was the right thing to do. You were Ron’s sister, but that was not the only factor. I would have saved anyone in your situation, even Malfoy, even Pansy.”
“She’d probably have asked you to shag her when she was twelve.” I snarked.
“I wouldn’t have known what she was asking for.” Harry admitted. “I always liked you, Ginny, you know I did, but I knew I made you feel uncomfortable for some reason and I didn’t know what to do other than, well, avoid you.”
“I was a silly, love-struck, hero-worshipping fangirl.” I confessed. “Hermione told me to give up on you my third year when you didn’t invite me to the Yule Ball. I tried to forget you, but I couldn’t. And I never, never gave up hope that we’d be together one day.”
He took my hand. “That time together my sixth year. As I said then, it was like someone else’s life. I couldn’t believe that you loved me like you said. And when Dumbledore died, I just panicked. I couldn’t let anything happen to you because I loved you so much. I didn’t say it then because, well, because I was afraid you’d put up too much of a fight when I said we had to break up and, well, I wouldn’t have had the nerve to leave you.”
“I know you had to leave, Harry. I just didn’t understand why we couldn’t have remained, well, remained lovers.”
“I was stupid.” Harry shook his head. “I was sure Voldemort would find that information and hurt you to get to me. He never did. And I realize now that he had to already know how I felt about you. I was stupid. Cruel and stupid.”
“Never cruel, Harry,” I said, kissing him softly. “I understood, I did. But, I so much wanted to consummate our love before you had to leave.”
“I just couldn’t.” Harry sighed. “Ron was already on my case about you. Things would have been even more disastrous than they were if we’d actually been intimate, Ginny. And what if, gods forbid, I’d gotten you pregnant? Were either of us rational enough to have thought about that that day in your room?”
“Probably not.” I admitted. “But, afterwards? Harry, you just seemed to ignore me.”
“I couldn’t believe you’d forgive me for leaving, for causing all those deaths. It was very stupid of me I know, to think so poorly of you.”
“You didn’t cause the deaths, Harry.” Luna interjected. We’d both actually forgotten she was there.
“If you hadn’t had to fight Voldemort, it would have been someone else. And people still would have died. You were not, understand, were not responsible for Voldemort, Harry. You have to convince yourself of that just as much as Ginny needs to convince herself that Tom can’t hurt her anymore.”
We both knew she was right and I guess we both started our new lives that moment. The moment Harry admitted that he wasn’t responsible for Voldemort’s actions and I admitted that Tom was dead and couldn’t control me anymore.
Harry and I ended up naked in Luna’s bed that night. I begged him to make love to me but he just smiled and shook his head.
“I want to, but I want to do it right. Ginny Weasley, will you marry me?”
I think I passed out. When I came back around I stammered “What?”
“Marry me.”
“Harry, I’m willing to shag you without marrying you.”
“I know, but, well, I’m sure you’re the one that I want to spend my life with, so, I want it to be official.”
“What about Luna?” I cursed myself for bringing her up. I’d lose him for certain.
“As wonderful as our friendship and, yes, our sex has been, I don’t love her like I love you. And she knows that. You know Luna, you can’t hide anything from her. And she’s alright with that. Please, Ginny. I don’t have a rational reason right now, I just know I want to marry you before we have, ah, you know...”
“Sex?” I giggled as I kissed him. “If you were anymore noble, Harry Potter, you’d be a bleeding saint. Alright, yes, I’ll marry you. When do you want to tie the knot? Don’t make me wait too much longer.”
“Quidditch season is over in three weeks, right?” I nodded.
“Four weeks, then.”
“My mother will have kittens trying to plan my wedding in four weeks, but I agree.”
I looked at him and saw him gasp from the intensity of my gaze.
“I’ve waited long enough.” I said. “If we’re not married exactly four weeks from now, I’m going to Malfoy Manor and let Draco deflower me.”
So, that’s the story of why I’m lying in bed next to Harry. My husband. My husband who has shagged me senseless to within an inch of my life.
I intend to thank Luna; and Romilda and Victoria and, well, even Susan Bones for training Harry so well. Yes, he’d shagged Susan few times, but it was just sex. Luna was really the only woman he loved, although he was fond of the rest of them.
I didn’t mind. Especially not about Luna as I loved her as much as Harry did. He even said I could keep making love to her if I wanted, although he swore that he wouldn’t anymore.
I thanked him, but I seriously doubt I’ll do it, as much as I love Luna and she loves me.
“You’re a couple, a married couple now,” she said after the wedding. “I’ll miss you, miss you both, but it’s your lives now with no one else. Especially not Tom or Voldemort.”
She’s quite right and I start stroking Harry. Sore or not, I want more. A lot more.
And Harry happily obliges me.