"Transmission" Samson
Title: Transmission
Chapter: 2 Samson
Author: EruditeFics
Rating: Now we've hit the NC-17
Word Count: around 4000
Warnings: A lot of very different emotions to fit into one chapter.
Notes: "Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. She breathed in the smell of his warm skin and concentrated on the gentle beating of his heart. He was alive, he was real, and he was right there with her. "
Chapter 2: Samson
Ginny Weasley woke suddenly at the sound of running water, and was surprised to find that she was in a bed in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory. She assumed Ron had tucked her in and was just washing up (and a good idea too), so she shifted her pillow and resolved to get some sort of sleep. However, she saw a mess of black hair peeking back at her from the crack in the door and her heart stopped. She looked around and found that she was alone with Harry. Ginny lifted the covers higher up under her chin and began to panic.
If this were last spring, Ginny would have been positively chuffed that she was alone with him. She would jump at the chance to run her fingers through his raven dark hair, kiss his waiting lips, and let his hands explore her. But this wasn’t a happy spring day spent by the lake, this wasn’t warm moments studying in the common room, this was pain at its finest.
Harry left her and she understood why. Ginny may have a temper, but she wasn’t irrational. What made Ginny hurt was that he cut off his heart to her too. He fought it and it made her feel like he would always fight it. Last summer, she felt his love for her in that kiss, and still he walked away, leaving her to bide her time until he showed up…dead or alive.
Ginny didn’t expect him to take her along. She didn’t expect long tomes of love and yearning written every day, and she certainly didn’t expect him to come out of hiding. She just wanted to know something, anything. She stayed strong, tough, fighting for the cause for when Harry returned.
Now, after watching Fred die, Hagrid carry Harry’s dead body toward her, watching her mom kill Bellatrix Lestrange, watching Harry come back from the dead, and being there for the end of it all, here he was, about to go to bed in the bunk beside her. Ginny felt lost inside of herself.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” Ginny said the words, pouring from her mouth before her head could stop them. There was a deep, tense silence in the room as she heard Harry’s breath quicken, her own heart pounding in her ears.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” was all he said, sitting slowly on the bed beside her.
Ginny felt anger surge up inside of her. He was avoiding the question, and she was not going to be ignored any longer. She sat up abruptly in her bed and met his bright green eyes for the first time in months. This only served to fuel the pain inside of her.
“You died, Harry. You were fucking dead! I spent months worrying abut you and then without even time to be happy you were alright, I watched Hagrid carry you to us and…” Ginny was crying, a strangled and anguished cry that stole her breath and her balance. Harry stood, looking at her shamefully and reached out. But Ginny couldn’t handle his touch and pulled away, leaving him to look like she had just cursed him.
The tension, sadness, and anger in the room was shattered when Kreacher apparated in between them.
“Here is your roast beef sandwich, Harry Potter, sir!” Kreacher exclaimed triumphantly, handing him the plate. Harry stood there looking shocked, but Kreacher did not budge after he took the plate. Instead, the old, wrinkled elf stood there staring expectantly at Harry, satisfaction smeared across his sagging face.
Harry took a bit, making noises of pleasure and looking pointedly down at Kreacher. Ginny wanted nothing more than to run away while she had the chance, but her stubborn pride, and the smell of cold roast beef, kept her near. She bravely took the other half off of the plate and ate it hungrily. Harry’s beautiful green eyes turned to her. A small sparkle glinting in them, even amidst all of the hurt that still hung over him.
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
When they finished eating, Kreacher took the discarded plate, and the lightness of the moment, with him. Harry took a seat on the bed across from Ginny and faced her directly.
“I had no choice,” Harry whispered suddenly.
“There’s always a choice. I’m not selfish. I didn’t expect you to even talk to me until this was over. I was happy to wait for you and to continue to fight, but you walked to your death. You knew you were going to die and you did it without one word to me. Not one note of your voice. What if you wouldn’t have came back?” she said, trying against everything to keep her voice firm as tears streamed from her eyes.
“Gin…I…I just,” Harry said, looking back at her hopelessly.
Ginny was struck at how tired and worn he looked. His usually shiny and beautifully messy hair hung limply past his ears. His skin, always pale but with a pink tinge, had a dull yellow to it. His body was thin, so much so she could tell through his baggy, torn clothes. She wanted nothing more then to pull him to her, but she fought it. There was no way she would appear weak.
“I watched you, on the map, anytime I could. Sometimes all I wanted to do was come in here and find you. I often thought that maybe you and I would run away from all of this, and I could be Harry, you could be Ginny, and we could pretend this war didn’t exist,” he started, leaning closer in the space between their beds.
“I saw you, on my way to the forest. You were comforting this girl. I wanted to sit next to you, to let you comfort me. Don’t you see, Gin? If I would have talked to you, I never would have left your side,” he finished, his voice catching as he obviously tried to stifle his guilt. Ginny cursed herself for being a victim of her emotions as she let out an audible sniffle.
When Ginny looked up, Harry was on his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his. She squeezed them tightly, savoring the warmth in his fingertips. Now that she was touching him, she never wanted to let him go again.
“But it’s over now. It’s over,” he said, tears in his eyes. “We’ve got all the time in the world. Let me spend it making it up to you. Let me fight for you. Let me comfort you. All I want to be now is just Harry,” he said, as he moved to sit beside her.
Ginny looked at him, speechless and struck by his sincerity. She felt spoiled and selfish as he sat there apologizing for basically saving the world. But she couldn’t deny her hurt, and she couldn’t avoid it. He put his calloused hands on either side of her face and kissed her softly, pulling back to search her eyes for an answer. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him against her, saying his name over and over again for fear he would disappear. He kissed her entire face and buried his nose in her neck, the stubble of his beard scratching against her skin.
“It’s over. It’s over,” he kept whispering as she tearfully clung to him.
Ginny pulled back, running her hands along his face and studying his features. She took his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand. She looked directly into his eyes, trying to memorize every green fleck. Ginny Weasley vowed in that moment to never let him be taken from her again.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Harry leaned in and kissed her with more urgency than she had ever been kissed before. She pressed into him, rising onto his lap and settling there as his hands roamed over her back and through her hair. She ran her tongue over his lips like she had so many times before, and he gladly complied, his tongue gently searching her mouth.
Her legs wrapped around him and her hands gripped his solid shoulders. Ginny was struck by how dissimilar this was from their former passionate interludes. Where once her time with Harry was saccharine and savored, now there was a fevered intensity dictating their every move. Before he left to defeat Voldemort, they could pretend, albeit temporarily, that they had an infinite stretch of time in which to enjoy their newfound love. But now, when everything had come to the brink of being gone forever, Ginny wanted to feel every inch, taste every free patch of skin, and cling to him like tomorrow would never come.
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Harry displayed a silent agreement to her train of thought as he flipped her onto her back and hovered over her, kissing her hard and letting out a low groan. She could feel his erection through their jeans, and felt her blood rush at the knowledge that she had that effect on him. When he ground his hips into her, she moaned, his hardness touching her through various layers of fabric. She wanted him inside of her so bad that her hips were thrusting up into him involuntarily. Her mind screamed she was going too quickly, but she dashed that thought aside in favor of the relief of having him near.
As he continued to rock against her, Harry ran his warm hands carefully up her tattered jumper. He pulled his lips away from her neck to meet her eyes. His messy, long black hair fell like a curtain around their faces. He smiled genuinely as he tried to brush his hair out of their way and bent to kiss her again. His hand reached her breast, and he ran it slowly over the lacy fabric. Ginny grew frustrated with his slow pace and pulled her shirt over her head. Harry leaned back and looked at her quizzically. In reply, she pulled his shirt off as well.
Her heart leapt up in her throat at the sight of his body. His ribs protruded from him, and his skin seemed to stretch over his thin form. He looked like he hadn’t eaten all year. There were bruises dotting his skin, and Ginny wanted to heal every one of them despite the time it would take. There were so many wounds, both healed and new, marring his pale flesh, that tears welled up in her eyes. She ran her fingers up his arms and over his chest. He groaned at the feeling and pressed his hips against her again.
Ginny felt a surge of confidence as she heard Harry’s moans, and she moved so that they were facing each other on the small bed. He kissed her softly, their bare skin pressing against each other and giving Ginny chills. She slipped a hand carefully beneath the waist of his jeans, and feeling boldness and desire rise further, she let her hand go under the elastic she found there too.
As her hand traveled through Harry’s rough patch of hair, she could hear his breathing quicken and felt her own heart pounding in her ears. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her own gasp drowned out by his yell. He felt large in her small hands. He was hard and smooth at the same time. Her hand ran over his length, studying his expression as he moaned. She caught on quickly to what he liked, and found herself overcome with desire when he started whispering her name along with a slew of expletives and nonsensical babble.
“Gin…I’m…I can’t…” he stuttered between heavy breaths.
“Don’t hold back, Harry, you don’t need to hold back,” she said, kissing him passionately and pumping her hand faster in time with his spontaneous thrusts.
He came quickly, and with a strangled cry. Warm liquid spilled over her hand, and he reached for his wand to cast a cleaning spell. Harry looked up at her sheepishly. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she closed her eyes, reveling at his touch.
“You are a sight for sore eyes, Gin. I don’t ever have to look at anything else ever again,” he said, kissing various spots along her face. She rolled her eyes, but blushed all the same. He smiled, pushing his hair away from his face again.
“I’m sorry, love, but you aren’t Bill. This just doesn’t work for you,” she teased, messing up his already straggly hair.
“Oi! It’s not like I had a lot of time to worry about my hair!” he said, tickling the inside of her thighs. Ginny grabbed her wand from the nightstand and summoned a chair. She stood behind the chair and pointed her wand at him.
“Get up,” she said, a grin across her face. He raised his hands in mock surrender, the muscles in his stomach enticing her as he rose from the bed. “Have a seat,” she said, indicating to the chair in front of her.
“Whatever you say,” he said, sitting with his back to her.
“My mum used to do this all the time. Let’s just hope I don’t take off your ear,” she said. In that moment, she thought of George and a sadness coursed through her. She was genuinely happy in this moment, when she should have been in mourning for her dead brother, and for the one that may never be himself again. Harry must have sensed what she was feeling, because he reached up and caressed her arms, even as his back was turned. She began casting a simple cutting spell, and tufts of black hair fell to the floor. Soon, she had shaped his hair back to its familiar length; messy as it still was. She stood in front of him, leaning in to blow away the stray strands of hair on his neck and shoulders.
She was completely unaware of the fact that she was still shirtless until she felt his lips press against her stomach as his hands gripped her sides. She moaned when he removed her bra and flicked a tongue over her nipples hungrily. She threaded her hands in his freshly cut hair and pulled his head closer to her. When she rose, she whimpered at the cool air now breezing over her damp breasts.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. She breathed in the smell of his warm skin and concentrated on the gentle beating of his heart. He was alive, he was real, and he was right there with her.
“I love you, Ginny,” he suddenly whispered. She was speechless for a moment and did not remove her head from his chest. But as soon as she leaned back and looked at the earnest look in his eyes, she answered back immediately.
“I love you too.”
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light
In the midst of more fevered kisses and exploratory touching, Ginny found herself back on the bed, Harry lying next to her, his hand running along her stomach.
“Gods, Ginny, I want to touch you,” he breathed against her neck, his fingers resting on the clasp of her jeans. She responded by assisting him in unzipping and removing her remaining clothes. He promptly followed.
His hands carefully glided down her abdomen, and she stopped breathing with both apprehension and anticipation. When his fingers slid over her lips, they both groaned at the feeling. Ginny became overcome as his fingers explored her center, dipping inside of her before coming out and gliding over sensitive places. She took his hand and showed him exactly what to do.
“You feel so good…so wet,” he whispered. Hearing him speak, desire dripping from his words, sent her over the edge, and soon Ginny was coming, her muscles tightening and her body shaking.
“That was…” Harry started, leaving trails of kisses along her jaw line.
“I want you, Harry. All of you. Please.”
“Ginny…” he groaned.
He rose up above her, resting on his hands. She reached down to feel him, and watched as he bit his lip to hold back another moan. She guided him into her, both quivering as he entered.
Ginny felt a sharp pain rip through her, but she didn’t want Harry to know, because she knew it would hurt the first time, and she didn’t want him to stop. She pulled him close to her as he thrust harder, whispering nonsensically. She hid her face in his shoulder until the tears and pain subsided.
After a while, Harry’s thick cock pressing in and out of her began to feel amazing, and she raised her hips to his, equaling his enthusiasm.
He took a free hand and placed it on her face, tilting her head up to look at him. He kissed her with poise, whispering, “You amaze me,” as his movements lost their rhythm and became quicker.
He came with a loan, choked sort of growl, gripping her shoulder tightly and spilling into her. She pulled him on top of her, holding his sweaty form close and vowing never to let him go again.
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
When their breathing had slowed, he rolled form on top of her and cast a cleaning charm on himself. He turned over to return the favor.
“Ginny!” Harry cried.
“What? Are you okay?” she said, scooting back so she could sit up. That’s when she saw the smattering of blood on the white linens. Judging by Harry’s terrified look, he had no idea how normal that was. Ginny did a cleaning spell and reached for his hand. He pulled away from her.
“I’m such a git! I was so caught up that I didn’t realize I was hurting you,” he said, clenching his fists.
Ginny stood, wrapped the sheet around herself, and kneeled in front of him.
“Look at me,” she whispered. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s normal,” she stopped there, horrified of having to have a talk about sex with her boyfriend. And not the good kind of talk.
“I know nothing,” he said miserably, but there was a smirk on his face.
“I know too much,” Ginny said ruefully, imagining that horrible afternoon before she started Hogwarts when her mum and dad sat her down and gave her ‘the talk’.
Harry sighed and kissed her gently. “Still. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“It will be better next time, love,” she said, winking.
“I love the sound of next time,” he said, pulling her sheet-clad form into his lap. Those two words had much more hanging on them then the innuendo. Next time. It meant Ginny could savor her time with him. He would always come back. The fear and the doubt were over.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
The train station was not nearly the organized chaos it usually was. This time, it was just chaos. As the injured and battle weary searched for loved ones or open compartments, Ginny stood with her family. They were going to take the train to London, and then apparate back to the Burrow. Her mother thought it best no one Apparate in their current condition. Ginny looked at the sunken in gouge in Ron’s shoulder, standing out even through is shirt, and agreed fervently. Harry walked up and gave her a warm hug.
“I’ll be at the Burrow in two days, for the…well…I’ll be there. I just need to go and see Andromeda Tonks and also get Grimmauld Place set up as a suitable habitat. It seems like work, but I need to do something. Anything,” he said sadly, kissing her soundly before getting onto the Knight Bus.
As the Weasleys all entered the train, Hermione was standing away from the group, pain etched on her face and tears in her eyes. Ginny was about to ask her what was wrong when Ron walked up to her. Hermione looked up at him defiantly.
“Be safe,” he grumbled. He turned on his heels quickly and got on the train. Ginny looked at her quizzically, but all Hermione did was shake her head and lift her bags.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay in Australia all by yourself?” Ginny asked, helping her get her luggage onto a cart.
“Of course. I need to get Mum and Dad back…and I need some time to my thoughts,” she answered cryptically, looking at the window where a mess of red heads was protruding, crowded into one compartment. “I’ll be back in time…well…I’ll be back in two days.”
Ginny gave her a hug and decided to let things go, though she was worried for her friend. Maybe Hermione just needed some time. They all needed time.
Luckily they had all the time in the world now.
Lyrics by Regina Spektor
Chapter: 2 Samson
Author: EruditeFics
Rating: Now we've hit the NC-17
Word Count: around 4000
Warnings: A lot of very different emotions to fit into one chapter.
Notes: "Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. She breathed in the smell of his warm skin and concentrated on the gentle beating of his heart. He was alive, he was real, and he was right there with her. "
Chapter 2: Samson
Ginny Weasley woke suddenly at the sound of running water, and was surprised to find that she was in a bed in the Gryffindor boy’s dormitory. She assumed Ron had tucked her in and was just washing up (and a good idea too), so she shifted her pillow and resolved to get some sort of sleep. However, she saw a mess of black hair peeking back at her from the crack in the door and her heart stopped. She looked around and found that she was alone with Harry. Ginny lifted the covers higher up under her chin and began to panic.
If this were last spring, Ginny would have been positively chuffed that she was alone with him. She would jump at the chance to run her fingers through his raven dark hair, kiss his waiting lips, and let his hands explore her. But this wasn’t a happy spring day spent by the lake, this wasn’t warm moments studying in the common room, this was pain at its finest.
Harry left her and she understood why. Ginny may have a temper, but she wasn’t irrational. What made Ginny hurt was that he cut off his heart to her too. He fought it and it made her feel like he would always fight it. Last summer, she felt his love for her in that kiss, and still he walked away, leaving her to bide her time until he showed up…dead or alive.
Ginny didn’t expect him to take her along. She didn’t expect long tomes of love and yearning written every day, and she certainly didn’t expect him to come out of hiding. She just wanted to know something, anything. She stayed strong, tough, fighting for the cause for when Harry returned.
Now, after watching Fred die, Hagrid carry Harry’s dead body toward her, watching her mom kill Bellatrix Lestrange, watching Harry come back from the dead, and being there for the end of it all, here he was, about to go to bed in the bunk beside her. Ginny felt lost inside of herself.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the sheets of paper lies my truth
I have to go, I have to go
Your hair was long when we first met
“Why didn’t you say goodbye?” Ginny said the words, pouring from her mouth before her head could stop them. There was a deep, tense silence in the room as she heard Harry’s breath quicken, her own heart pounding in her ears.
“I’m sorry I woke you,” was all he said, sitting slowly on the bed beside her.
Ginny felt anger surge up inside of her. He was avoiding the question, and she was not going to be ignored any longer. She sat up abruptly in her bed and met his bright green eyes for the first time in months. This only served to fuel the pain inside of her.
“You died, Harry. You were fucking dead! I spent months worrying abut you and then without even time to be happy you were alright, I watched Hagrid carry you to us and…” Ginny was crying, a strangled and anguished cry that stole her breath and her balance. Harry stood, looking at her shamefully and reached out. But Ginny couldn’t handle his touch and pulled away, leaving him to look like she had just cursed him.
The tension, sadness, and anger in the room was shattered when Kreacher apparated in between them.
“Here is your roast beef sandwich, Harry Potter, sir!” Kreacher exclaimed triumphantly, handing him the plate. Harry stood there looking shocked, but Kreacher did not budge after he took the plate. Instead, the old, wrinkled elf stood there staring expectantly at Harry, satisfaction smeared across his sagging face.
Harry took a bit, making noises of pleasure and looking pointedly down at Kreacher. Ginny wanted nothing more than to run away while she had the chance, but her stubborn pride, and the smell of cold roast beef, kept her near. She bravely took the other half off of the plate and ate it hungrily. Harry’s beautiful green eyes turned to her. A small sparkle glinting in them, even amidst all of the hurt that still hung over him.
Samson went back to bed
Not much hair left on his head
He ate a slice of wonder bread and went right back to bed
And history books forgot about us and the bible didn't mention us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
When they finished eating, Kreacher took the discarded plate, and the lightness of the moment, with him. Harry took a seat on the bed across from Ginny and faced her directly.
“I had no choice,” Harry whispered suddenly.
“There’s always a choice. I’m not selfish. I didn’t expect you to even talk to me until this was over. I was happy to wait for you and to continue to fight, but you walked to your death. You knew you were going to die and you did it without one word to me. Not one note of your voice. What if you wouldn’t have came back?” she said, trying against everything to keep her voice firm as tears streamed from her eyes.
“Gin…I…I just,” Harry said, looking back at her hopelessly.
Ginny was struck at how tired and worn he looked. His usually shiny and beautifully messy hair hung limply past his ears. His skin, always pale but with a pink tinge, had a dull yellow to it. His body was thin, so much so she could tell through his baggy, torn clothes. She wanted nothing more then to pull him to her, but she fought it. There was no way she would appear weak.
“I watched you, on the map, anytime I could. Sometimes all I wanted to do was come in here and find you. I often thought that maybe you and I would run away from all of this, and I could be Harry, you could be Ginny, and we could pretend this war didn’t exist,” he started, leaning closer in the space between their beds.
“I saw you, on my way to the forest. You were comforting this girl. I wanted to sit next to you, to let you comfort me. Don’t you see, Gin? If I would have talked to you, I never would have left your side,” he finished, his voice catching as he obviously tried to stifle his guilt. Ginny cursed herself for being a victim of her emotions as she let out an audible sniffle.
When Ginny looked up, Harry was on his knees in front of her, taking her hands in his. She squeezed them tightly, savoring the warmth in his fingertips. Now that she was touching him, she never wanted to let him go again.
“But it’s over now. It’s over,” he said, tears in his eyes. “We’ve got all the time in the world. Let me spend it making it up to you. Let me fight for you. Let me comfort you. All I want to be now is just Harry,” he said, as he moved to sit beside her.
Ginny looked at him, speechless and struck by his sincerity. She felt spoiled and selfish as he sat there apologizing for basically saving the world. But she couldn’t deny her hurt, and she couldn’t avoid it. He put his calloused hands on either side of her face and kissed her softly, pulling back to search her eyes for an answer. She flung her arms around his neck and pulled him against her, saying his name over and over again for fear he would disappear. He kissed her entire face and buried his nose in her neck, the stubble of his beard scratching against her skin.
“It’s over. It’s over,” he kept whispering as she tearfully clung to him.
Ginny pulled back, running her hands along his face and studying his features. She took his glasses off and placed them on the nightstand. She looked directly into his eyes, trying to memorize every green fleck. Ginny Weasley vowed in that moment to never let him be taken from her again.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first, I loved you first
Beneath the stars came fallin' on our heads
But they're just old light, they're just old light
Your hair was long when we first met
Harry leaned in and kissed her with more urgency than she had ever been kissed before. She pressed into him, rising onto his lap and settling there as his hands roamed over her back and through her hair. She ran her tongue over his lips like she had so many times before, and he gladly complied, his tongue gently searching her mouth.
Her legs wrapped around him and her hands gripped his solid shoulders. Ginny was struck by how dissimilar this was from their former passionate interludes. Where once her time with Harry was saccharine and savored, now there was a fevered intensity dictating their every move. Before he left to defeat Voldemort, they could pretend, albeit temporarily, that they had an infinite stretch of time in which to enjoy their newfound love. But now, when everything had come to the brink of being gone forever, Ginny wanted to feel every inch, taste every free patch of skin, and cling to him like tomorrow would never come.
Samson came to my bed
Told me that my hair was red
Told me I was beautiful and came into my bed
Harry displayed a silent agreement to her train of thought as he flipped her onto her back and hovered over her, kissing her hard and letting out a low groan. She could feel his erection through their jeans, and felt her blood rush at the knowledge that she had that effect on him. When he ground his hips into her, she moaned, his hardness touching her through various layers of fabric. She wanted him inside of her so bad that her hips were thrusting up into him involuntarily. Her mind screamed she was going too quickly, but she dashed that thought aside in favor of the relief of having him near.
As he continued to rock against her, Harry ran his warm hands carefully up her tattered jumper. He pulled his lips away from her neck to meet her eyes. His messy, long black hair fell like a curtain around their faces. He smiled genuinely as he tried to brush his hair out of their way and bent to kiss her again. His hand reached her breast, and he ran it slowly over the lacy fabric. Ginny grew frustrated with his slow pace and pulled her shirt over her head. Harry leaned back and looked at her quizzically. In reply, she pulled his shirt off as well.
Her heart leapt up in her throat at the sight of his body. His ribs protruded from him, and his skin seemed to stretch over his thin form. He looked like he hadn’t eaten all year. There were bruises dotting his skin, and Ginny wanted to heal every one of them despite the time it would take. There were so many wounds, both healed and new, marring his pale flesh, that tears welled up in her eyes. She ran her fingers up his arms and over his chest. He groaned at the feeling and pressed his hips against her again.
Ginny felt a surge of confidence as she heard Harry’s moans, and she moved so that they were facing each other on the small bed. He kissed her softly, their bare skin pressing against each other and giving Ginny chills. She slipped a hand carefully beneath the waist of his jeans, and feeling boldness and desire rise further, she let her hand go under the elastic she found there too.
As her hand traveled through Harry’s rough patch of hair, she could hear his breathing quicken and felt her own heart pounding in her ears. Her hand wrapped around his cock, her own gasp drowned out by his yell. He felt large in her small hands. He was hard and smooth at the same time. Her hand ran over his length, studying his expression as he moaned. She caught on quickly to what he liked, and found herself overcome with desire when he started whispering her name along with a slew of expletives and nonsensical babble.
“Gin…I’m…I can’t…” he stuttered between heavy breaths.
“Don’t hold back, Harry, you don’t need to hold back,” she said, kissing him passionately and pumping her hand faster in time with his spontaneous thrusts.
He came quickly, and with a strangled cry. Warm liquid spilled over her hand, and he reached for his wand to cast a cleaning spell. Harry looked up at her sheepishly. He ran his fingers through her hair, and she closed her eyes, reveling at his touch.
“You are a sight for sore eyes, Gin. I don’t ever have to look at anything else ever again,” he said, kissing various spots along her face. She rolled her eyes, but blushed all the same. He smiled, pushing his hair away from his face again.
“I’m sorry, love, but you aren’t Bill. This just doesn’t work for you,” she teased, messing up his already straggly hair.
“Oi! It’s not like I had a lot of time to worry about my hair!” he said, tickling the inside of her thighs. Ginny grabbed her wand from the nightstand and summoned a chair. She stood behind the chair and pointed her wand at him.
“Get up,” she said, a grin across her face. He raised his hands in mock surrender, the muscles in his stomach enticing her as he rose from the bed. “Have a seat,” she said, indicating to the chair in front of her.
“Whatever you say,” he said, sitting with his back to her.
“My mum used to do this all the time. Let’s just hope I don’t take off your ear,” she said. In that moment, she thought of George and a sadness coursed through her. She was genuinely happy in this moment, when she should have been in mourning for her dead brother, and for the one that may never be himself again. Harry must have sensed what she was feeling, because he reached up and caressed her arms, even as his back was turned. She began casting a simple cutting spell, and tufts of black hair fell to the floor. Soon, she had shaped his hair back to its familiar length; messy as it still was. She stood in front of him, leaning in to blow away the stray strands of hair on his neck and shoulders.
She was completely unaware of the fact that she was still shirtless until she felt his lips press against her stomach as his hands gripped her sides. She moaned when he removed her bra and flicked a tongue over her nipples hungrily. She threaded her hands in his freshly cut hair and pulled his head closer to her. When she rose, she whimpered at the cool air now breezing over her damp breasts.
Harry wrapped his arms around her and pulled her flush against him. She breathed in the smell of his warm skin and concentrated on the gentle beating of his heart. He was alive, he was real, and he was right there with her.
“I love you, Ginny,” he suddenly whispered. She was speechless for a moment and did not remove her head from his chest. But as soon as she leaned back and looked at the earnest look in his eyes, she answered back immediately.
“I love you too.”
Oh I cut his hair myself one night
A pair of dull scissors in the yellow light
And he told me that I'd done alright
And kissed me 'til the mornin' light, the mornin' light
And he kissed me 'til the mornin' light
In the midst of more fevered kisses and exploratory touching, Ginny found herself back on the bed, Harry lying next to her, his hand running along her stomach.
“Gods, Ginny, I want to touch you,” he breathed against her neck, his fingers resting on the clasp of her jeans. She responded by assisting him in unzipping and removing her remaining clothes. He promptly followed.
His hands carefully glided down her abdomen, and she stopped breathing with both apprehension and anticipation. When his fingers slid over her lips, they both groaned at the feeling. Ginny became overcome as his fingers explored her center, dipping inside of her before coming out and gliding over sensitive places. She took his hand and showed him exactly what to do.
“You feel so good…so wet,” he whispered. Hearing him speak, desire dripping from his words, sent her over the edge, and soon Ginny was coming, her muscles tightening and her body shaking.
“That was…” Harry started, leaving trails of kisses along her jaw line.
“I want you, Harry. All of you. Please.”
“Ginny…” he groaned.
He rose up above her, resting on his hands. She reached down to feel him, and watched as he bit his lip to hold back another moan. She guided him into her, both quivering as he entered.
Ginny felt a sharp pain rip through her, but she didn’t want Harry to know, because she knew it would hurt the first time, and she didn’t want him to stop. She pulled him close to her as he thrust harder, whispering nonsensically. She hid her face in his shoulder until the tears and pain subsided.
After a while, Harry’s thick cock pressing in and out of her began to feel amazing, and she raised her hips to his, equaling his enthusiasm.
He took a free hand and placed it on her face, tilting her head up to look at him. He kissed her with poise, whispering, “You amaze me,” as his movements lost their rhythm and became quicker.
He came with a loan, choked sort of growl, gripping her shoulder tightly and spilling into her. She pulled him on top of her, holding his sweaty form close and vowing never to let him go again.
Oh, we couldn't bring the columns down
Yeah we couldn't destroy a single one
And history books forgot about us
And the bible didn't mention us, not even once
When their breathing had slowed, he rolled form on top of her and cast a cleaning charm on himself. He turned over to return the favor.
“Ginny!” Harry cried.
“What? Are you okay?” she said, scooting back so she could sit up. That’s when she saw the smattering of blood on the white linens. Judging by Harry’s terrified look, he had no idea how normal that was. Ginny did a cleaning spell and reached for his hand. He pulled away from her.
“I’m such a git! I was so caught up that I didn’t realize I was hurting you,” he said, clenching his fists.
Ginny stood, wrapped the sheet around herself, and kneeled in front of him.
“Look at me,” she whispered. “You didn’t hurt me. It’s normal,” she stopped there, horrified of having to have a talk about sex with her boyfriend. And not the good kind of talk.
“I know nothing,” he said miserably, but there was a smirk on his face.
“I know too much,” Ginny said ruefully, imagining that horrible afternoon before she started Hogwarts when her mum and dad sat her down and gave her ‘the talk’.
Harry sighed and kissed her gently. “Still. I’m sorry I hurt you.”
“It will be better next time, love,” she said, winking.
“I love the sound of next time,” he said, pulling her sheet-clad form into his lap. Those two words had much more hanging on them then the innuendo. Next time. It meant Ginny could savor her time with him. He would always come back. The fear and the doubt were over.
You are my sweetest downfall
I loved you first
The train station was not nearly the organized chaos it usually was. This time, it was just chaos. As the injured and battle weary searched for loved ones or open compartments, Ginny stood with her family. They were going to take the train to London, and then apparate back to the Burrow. Her mother thought it best no one Apparate in their current condition. Ginny looked at the sunken in gouge in Ron’s shoulder, standing out even through is shirt, and agreed fervently. Harry walked up and gave her a warm hug.
“I’ll be at the Burrow in two days, for the…well…I’ll be there. I just need to go and see Andromeda Tonks and also get Grimmauld Place set up as a suitable habitat. It seems like work, but I need to do something. Anything,” he said sadly, kissing her soundly before getting onto the Knight Bus.
As the Weasleys all entered the train, Hermione was standing away from the group, pain etched on her face and tears in her eyes. Ginny was about to ask her what was wrong when Ron walked up to her. Hermione looked up at him defiantly.
“Be safe,” he grumbled. He turned on his heels quickly and got on the train. Ginny looked at her quizzically, but all Hermione did was shake her head and lift her bags.
“Are you sure you’ll be okay in Australia all by yourself?” Ginny asked, helping her get her luggage onto a cart.
“Of course. I need to get Mum and Dad back…and I need some time to my thoughts,” she answered cryptically, looking at the window where a mess of red heads was protruding, crowded into one compartment. “I’ll be back in time…well…I’ll be back in two days.”
Ginny gave her a hug and decided to let things go, though she was worried for her friend. Maybe Hermione just needed some time. They all needed time.
Luckily they had all the time in the world now.
Lyrics by Regina Spektor