Gamble Everything For Love Chapter 4

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Title: Gamble Everything For Love Chapter 4
Author: EruditeFics
Pairings: R/Hr, H/G, George/Angelina
Chapter: Does it Make You Feel too Real?
Rating: R now NC-17
Warnings: Strong sexual content. Little violence and Language now.
Summary: Ron Weasley's composure hangs by a thread after the final battle. When it breaks, what else will be broken?

In this chapter: The fight for Hermione is underway, and fraught with surprises. Will everyone make it out? Will they find Hermione? Will Harry and Ginny ever just get to it already?





Tell me do you lose your way each day

Are there people you don’t recognize, do they lie?

Tell me does it make you feel too real?

Tell me the truth, and I’ll tell you the truth

If you gamble everything for love

You gonna be alright, alright

Hermione refused to fall asleep again, refused to be any weaker than she already was. It was a major feat, because her arms were chained above her head and her legs were chained to the floor. She had long since lost feeling in her arms, save for the burning fire in her shoulders, which were being stretched to their limit. She was convinced that the sharp pain in her right one signified it might have been dislocated, but her head throbbed so much from dehydration that the pain in her shoulder wasn’t easy to pinpoint.

She had not given up, she couldn’t. There was still so much left to do, to feel. Immediately Hermione thought of Ron, her best solace in this cold cell, and tried to warm herself with thoughts of his large hands on her back, his arms around her, waist, and her fingers twisted in his fine flame of hair. There was still so much more to experience with him, to feel with him. She had been through the fear, the doubt, the danger, the passion, and the loyalty, but she still needed to feel him physically, to tell him every day how much she loved him, and to see his deep blue eyes answer her even when his lips didn’t. She had years of discovery left with Ron, if only she could get out of the hole she was in.

She had been hearing many footsteps shuffle past her cell. Men in dark robes and masks were coming around in droves, a determination in their steps. Hermione could almost smell the stench of battle on them. Sometimes, these dark warriors would meet her eyes, and different hues of malice would challenge her defiant stare, but each time she looked back, refusing to back down. She was meticulously counting them all, recording their size and even hair and eye color. She found purpose in ordering her mind into organized charts. She hoped that if someone was planning a rescue, she might be able to help … somehow … in some way … if she ever got out.

In one block of time (Hermione didn’t know how long had passed.), a tall man with sandy hair spiking out from under his mask walked by. Hermione added him to her total. Eleven men was a laughable number for a battle if she was being rational. The thought made her chuckle derisively, though all that came out of a puff of air and a smile.

“Mmm? What’s so funny? I wouldn’t be laughing if I were in your position,” he said, his tongue darting out at her through a slit in his mask.

“Oh don’t you dare! When this is over, the tart is mine…all mine,” came Runcorn’s voice from his station in the shadows.

“Fine, you have this disgusting Mudblood. She’s probably so slutty and loose, you’d find yourself wanting for real pleasure soon enough,” the man sneered, walking angrily in Runcorn’s direction. The silence that followed brought Hermione a brief moment of relief, so she could momentarily let down some of her façade.

But suddenly, her cell door was flung open and Runcorn’s dark eyes were once again piercing into her aching head. She desperately wanted to scream out for anyone to help her, but knew from the pain in her throat that it wasn’t possible.

“ Oh don’t you worry, love. I know you’re innocent, I can smell it on you…” he said, bending down and breathing deeply over her whole body as she cringed. When he reached his hands out to touch her thigh, the ground began to quake and her captor’s smile grew wider.

“Hold on tight, Mudblood, it’s about to begin!”

He finished, brandishing his wand, and raced out of the small dungeon.

Hermione began to shake with fear. Harry was there, with all of her friends and loved ones, fighting right into the trap. Hermione’s mind dwelled on the possibility that no one would make it out as the stone walls cracked and shook around her.

“What the hell are you doing?” George shouted upon landing on the ground in the Grangers’ front yard.

Angelina simply crossed her arms, conjured a bench, and sat hidden in Mrs. Granger’s perfectly manicured hedges. She motioned for George to sit, which he did after much scowling.

“George, I just wanted to be alone with you,” she whispered, turning her captivating eyes to him. He was more than shocked to hear one of his best friends say that. He had been expecting some grand treatise on how he should move on, not the presence of a beautiful woman who simply wanted to be close to him.

George knew how everyone looked at him and what they said behind closed doors. He couldn’t stand the pity constantly directed at him, especially not now. Yet despite this aversion, George still craved closeness and comfort, the unassuming kind that came with no ulterior motives. Seeing Angie gazing at him gave him more hope than he had felt in weeks. He closed his hand around hers.

They sat in silence as the sun began to find its place in the sky. George reveled in her warmth, relief spreading through him. Her silence meant more to him than any pitying gaze, more than any empty words. When she cast the proper camouflage spells and leaned her head on his shoulder, George couldn’t take the unquestioned comfort any longer.

“Angie, why are you doing this?” he asked, fearful of meeting her eyes.

“George, you’re my friend. I care for you immensely, and I’d like to think I understand you as well,” she said simply, turning his face to meet hers. “I know it’s selfish, but maybe I just needed to feel you too.” As she concluded, Angie looked silently down at her hands.

George was overwhelmed. He pulled Angelina’s long, muscular frame close as though she were a small doll, wrapping his arms around her and pressing her face into his chest. He felt her warm hands snake around his waist as her body expanded in a sigh.

“You have no idea how good this feels…to be needed. I’ve felt so useless since he…since…I just don’t feel like I belong anywhere,” George took a moment to suppress his fears at opening up to Angelina, and her deep brown eyes met his.

“But here…” he started, holding her more closely.

He placed his hands on her smooth face and kissed her gently, testing his impulses in the face of logic. He was relieved when she seemed to kiss him back, threading her long fingers in his shaggy hair.

They stayed like that for a time between minutes and hours, a time that lost all meaning except for them. His eager tongue explored her soft mouth while his hands never stopped holding tightly to her face.

The rustling of leaves parted them from their mutual healing.

George looked down to see Hermione’s cat, Crookshanks, looking directly at him, obviously very angry. He started hissing while George and Angelina attempted to hush him in vain.

George placed a finger over Angelina’s mouth when he heart footsteps on the dewy morning grass. A pretty woman with wild brown hair in a white robe came out and scooped up Crookshanks in her arms.

“What is it, you daft cat?” Mrs. Granger said, looking directly at George and Angelina. “I can’t see a thing here! Sometimes I wonder if you’re as magical as Hermione says you are.” At last she shuffled away, although Crookshanks continued to stare malevolently over her shoulder.

Angelina let out a relieved laugh when the front door swung shut. George was hit by a reality when their temporary distraction ended.

“Oh Angie, what are we doing?” George lamented, letting his arm drop from her shoulder.

“We’re being real. You, Lee, and F…Fred are my best friends, but all through that battle, all I could think of was you. Seeing you. Touching you. This tragedy can’t change that. Nothing can.” Angelina paused, and seemed to think about her next line.

“George. I know this seems fast, but if you think about it, it’s not fast at all. Do you remember Christmas during sixth year after Fred and I broke up and I snuck into your room to play exploding snap in the middle of the night? You kept your arms around me through the whole game”

“Oh yeah! You were so lonely with your parents visiting relatives; I just couldn’t stand that sad look on your face. I wish you would have stayed with us longer,” he answered, a smile creeping across his lips. He wanted her around him all the time, even then, even after the not-so-messy breakup with Fred. He was still always happy to see her.

“And then there was seventh year, after you guys left…” she said, her smile getting wider.

“When we would come and kidnap you every other Hogesmeade visit so you could see how our shop was coming?” George said, smiling and scooting back next to her.

“Last Christmas, when everything seemed so dark, and my father was in hiding for being Muggleborn, there was mistletoe at the doorway of your shop. Of course Lee got to me first, even fighting off Fred, but I was hoping it would be you,” she said, kissing along his jawline.

“I was so mad at Lee. He’s such a randy guy sometimes. I was on my way over there…” George said, starting in on a tirade before stopping abruptly as Angelina kissed down his neck. “It’s been years in the making, I was just too blind to see it.”

“And I was scared of jumping into something when things seemed to be getting so chaotic. But then, when they were attacking Hogwarts, I realized that I was even more scared that all of my chances were gone. That you or I would never be more than best friends.”

Angelina finished resolutely, gripping his shoulders with powerful force, drawing him into her eyes.

“Say his name again,” George said, pressing his forehead to hers.

“Fred…”

“It doesn’t hurt on your lips,” he whispered, kissing her softly as everything else seemed to fade away.

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Ginny felt the tight restriction of Apparition on her chest as soon as Kingsley gave them the signal. The moment her feet hit the soft grass, she gripped her wand tightly and felt around for Harry. She wouldn’t let him out of her sight…not this time.

She could only look ahead of her, too afraid to take in the whole scene. She focused solely on Ron for a few lingering moments. In relief, her hand found his and his fingers squeezed tightly around hers as they followed Ron to the side of the large, opulent home.

“Shit!” Ron exclaimed as every light on the lawn came on. “Someone must have tripped a sensor that Kingsley’s team missed,” said Ron, crouching down and pointing his wand in all directions.

Suddenly, they heard a bloodcurdling scream and Ron turned to the back lawn to see Hannah Abbot sprawled across the finely chopped hedges. Ginny could faintly see pale creatures, like ghosts, surrounding Hannah and Neville, who was leaning over her in panic. Ginny thought the pale creatures were unchanged boggarts or specters, but either way, she had never seen them before. She could see her mum and Dad casting spell after spell to banish the creatures, but there were far too many.

Just then, she felt Harry slipping away as he rushed toward the struggling group in the back field. Ginny and Ron ran quickly in step behind him. “Incendio!” Harry shouted. Enormous bands of fire encircled everyone, and the ghosts screeched and pulled away from their intended victims.

Ron cast the same spell, joining Harry’s strings of flame, and shooting them at the offending creatures. Ginny gazed through the whipping flames to see exactly what she was fighting.

They looked like people, but their smiles showed no teeth, their hair was in gray clumps clinging to their pale skin, and their eyes were colorless. They clawed at the air just beyond the fire, trying to attack anything they could. Close up, Ginny knew they were fighting Inferi and they were coming at them by the hundreds. Pale features moved wraithlike over the hills like a wave of menacing white converging on their small part of blank land.

Ginny watched for a moment as Ron and Harry stood, directing their fire onto their attackers. Others began to join them, creating a wall of fire extending as far as Ginny’s straining eyes could see. She raised her wand to join them but heard Hannah cry out again. So, instead of adding to the wall of fire, she ran over to assist the injured Hufflepuff. Neville was hunched over her, his hands holding a torn piece of bloodied cloth to her abdomen.

“Shhh, Hannah, It’ll be okay. You’ll be fine. Just look at me and breathe,” Neville cried, tears in his eyes. Ginny sent up red sparks and hoped Luna would see them through the chaos.

Ginny took Hannah’s other hand and wiped some of the blood from her round face with the sleeve of her robe. Thankfully, Luna soon arrived and they levitated Hannah to her.

“Ginny, Neville, we need you!” Ron shouted from the wall of fire.

They ran over and took a spot on either side of Harry. “Can you all conjur Fiendfyre now?” Harry yelled, and everyone nodded. “On my count…1…2…”

Ginny didn’t even hear 3 as she cast her spell. A rushed explosion of air zoomed past her ears. Blue flames rose farther than she could see and fell on the horde of inferi. Everything within 100 yards was incinerated.

When the smoke cleared, the smell of rancid flesh burned her nostrils, but victory invaded her chest as she saw the inferi that were not burned running back toward the nearby lake. Everyone was bent over to catch their breath, exhausted from their powerful spell.

Ginny placed her hand on her heart, trying to focus on it’s beating. As she calmed, she felt Harry come to her. She looked up and he swept her into a bone-crushing hug, kissing every inch of her face. Ginny couldn’t help but giggle.

“You barmy fucks! We’re not done yet!” Ron yelled, sprinting toward the front yard.

The other side of the massive home held it’s own surprises. Though there was still not a Death Eater in sight; Dementors flooded the tree line as silver animals shot from every direction. Luna’s hare was the first to do battle, as she was forced to the ground by the feeling of the dark creatures. Bill, Percy, Dean and Seamus continued to fend them off successfully, so Ginny’s focus was turned to the screaming coming from their right, where Ron was supposed to be working with Fleur to get into the house.

Two manticores were guarding the rear entrance, and were now coming at Fleur and Arthur fast, their teeth bared, ready to attack. Spell after spell was cast, bouncing off their thick hides and further enraging their red eyes. Ginny and Harry ran to Ron quickly as Lavender’s arm was gashed by one of the manticore’s sharp claws.

Ginny cast every spell she could think of, but nothing seemed to get to him. Harry spent all of his energy casting up sparks for Luna and holding a massive shield for the rest. Every wave of Ginny’s wand seemed like an exercise in futility, and she was about to lose hope when Fleur broke through Harry’s shield and turned all three beasts on her.

A bright crystal-blue stream of water flowed from her wand, getting larger and wider as it moved away from her. The bright blue liquid wrapped around the Manticores as they shrieked and flailed. A spiked tail whipped out and slashed across Harry’s chest just as all three were suddenly and completely encased in glass.

Ginny’s attention wasn’t on the power of Fleur’s magic. Harry lay bleeding on the ground, Ron on one side of him, sending a continuous stream of sparks from his wand. Luna, Charlie, and Cho were all sprinting toward Harry now, a familiar look reaching their faces as their eyes fell to his chest. Ginny’s mind immediately flashed back to the image of Harry’s limp body, falling over Hagrid’s arms, moving directly toward her.

She felt herself screaming as she ripped off her robes and used them to sop up the blood. She felt a strong pair of hands wrap around her shoulders and pull her back as she struggled to get back to him She was forced to watch from a distance as Charlie cast spells and applied creams to Harry’s now shirtless body. Excruciating minutes later, Harry let out a gasp of breath and Charlie let out a victorious howl. Molly broke through the crowd and conjured a tent around Harry and his healers.

“Come on, Ginny. We should get into the house and look for Hermione,” Ron whispered. He put an arm around her as they walked toward the looming home. Ginny was happy for the distraction. If she couldn’t lean over Harry and wait for everything to be okay again, then she needed to do something.

Oooh you can go your own way,

Oooh you gotta go your own way

If you gamble everything for love

Harry could hear panicked breathing and rustling around him as he tried to remember how he got in his current position. He struggled to open his eyes and blurred figures hovered above his head. He groaned at a sharp pain in his chest.

“Almost done, mate. I just have to get the stinger out and we’ll be out of the woods,” Charlie’s soft green eyes were gazing at him, and Harry’s vision had cleared enough to see the brown flecks infiltrating the grassy green of his irises.

Harry felt Mrs. Weasley’s hand curl around him as Charlie called Cho over to help him with the extraction spell. He could feel the tension in the room and knew there would be pain.

“On my count, Harry. One…Two…”

Pain ripped through him. A sharp, burning feeling seemed to radiate from his chest and through all of his limbs. It felt like hours of prolonged agony as he forced his mouth shut to keep from crying out. However, in all honestly, it was probably only a few short seconds before the pain turned dull, and Cho’s small fingers were running over Harry’s skin with a soothing salve.

“Nicely done, Chang. Very good work. You knew exactly what would suck the poison out of him without me even telling you!” Charlie exclaimed, gazing at her with admiration. Cho looked up and gave him a shy smile, tucking a strand of her shiny black hair behind her ears. Harry had seen that smile before.

“Yes, thank you,” Harry said, sitting up slowly and grunting slightly at the tightness of his chest. Molly leaned down and helped him up as Charlie and Cho began talking animatedly about his first aid kit.

“Ginny, Ron, and the others have gone into the house to try to find Hermione or any of the Death Eaters. Kingsley should be here any moment,” Molly said, looking him up and down with apprehension.

“I’ll be okay, Mrs. Weasley. Thank you,” Harry said, running out of the makeshift tent. He needed to see Ginny. Harry was fully aware that he had just faced death again, but all he thought was that Ginny had to watch. He needed to look her in the eyes and make her realize he would never leave her.

Harry sprinted through the lawn and into the entrance of the large home. He flung open the large oak doors so that they slammed against the outer walls of the mansion.

“Good god, Potter! Have some courtesy! We’re conducting a search here!” Kingsley admonished, gesturing the large number of aurors running a sensory spell along the walls.

“Have you found anything? Is Hermione okay?” Harry asked urgently.

“We haven’t found Hermione yet, not even a clue. But we got 10 Death Eaters, including Lestrange, over at the other theater. I think this might be the last of them in existence, from what we know anyway. Now all we have to do is track down Miss Granger. But I assure you, we’ll do everything we can,” Kingsley said, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Harry thanked him quickly and rushed up the stairs toward the sound of Ron and Ginny rummaging around.

“I doubt they’ve hidden her in the loo, Ron.”

“Well I have to look everywhere. She’s not here yet! This isn’t over until I can see her again!” Ron yelled at her anxiously.

“Whoa mate. We’ll find her. She’s strong,” Harry said, putting an arm around Ron’s tense shoulders when he entered the water closet.

“I know, it’s just…without the fight, it all lingers so much more,” Ron started miserably. “And why is it you never have your shirt on?!”

Harry chuckled and had a witty retort in mind, but a light giggle drew his attention behind him. Ginny was standing there, burn marks on her clothes, ashes on her face, and her glorious red hair waving around her head. Harry didn’t hold back at all, but swept her into his arms right there in the doorway and kissed her like he had just come back to life, like he wanted to after Hagrid carried him toward the castle, and like he was going to for the rest of his life if he had the chance to do so.

Ginny’s arms wrapped around his neck as she ran her tongue ran along his lips, seeking entrance. He happily complied; tasting her warm, wet mouth like it was better than any drink, better than food, better than breath. He needed to show her that he would never leave her side again. That she would never again have to live with that fear. She pulled away and looked up at him with the intense stare he fell in love with. A loud ‘crack’ made them both jump and look back.

“Where did Ron go?” Ginny asked, looking all around her.

“He probably Disapparated. You know how he is about this stuff,” Harry answered, kissing up and down her neck.

“Mmmmm. Well lucky there’s an empty bedroom right behind us.” Ginny said, grabbing his belt loops and pulling him toward the open room. Once they were inside, she locked the doors and lit the candles that were hanging on the wall before kissing him hungrily again.

“Gin,” Harry said, immediately regretting stopping her. “Hermione…she…”

“I know Harry. I know,” She said, flopping miserably onto the plush mattress. “I just…I can’t stand this anymore. I can’t feel like you’re always slipping through my grasp. I can’t bear to go through the grief of never getting to fully love you, the questions about the choices we’ve made. It hurts each time you let go of my hand, every night when I sleep alone, and every morning when you’re not next to me. I always see your limp body, hear the cackles of Riddle, and feel my heart splitting. It’s like whenever I close my eyes, you’re gone again.”

Harry’s last ounce of willpower slowly dripped from him, and he sat next to her pulling her body flush against his. He held her tightly for a few extended moments, feeling her heart beating and relishing it’s rhythmic sound. Then, he leaned back, met her eyes, and threaded his hands greedily in her hair.

“There is a team of Aurors out there, and your entire family, not to mention Ron, looking for her. He won’t rest until he finds her. He lives for her. We can count on him to feel one breath of hers and go running. Right now, I need to feel your breath. You’re here, and I am running to catch up.” Harry whispered, kissing her shoulder as he moved away some fabric of her blouse to expose more skin.

Ginny let out a quiet moan, a tear falling down her cheek. Harry ran over it with his thumb, kissing her eyelids and whispering, “I will never leave you,” over and over between kisses.

Her soft hands moved up and down his bare back, sending chills and desire coursing through Harry in equal measure. He groaned and pushed her back against the bed, kissing slowly down her throat and unbuttoning her white blouse carefully. Her hands ran through his hair, and when he finished, she slid the top slowly from her body, sitting up so that Harry was once again pressed to her naked skin.

He moaned when her warm lips traveled from his shoulders down his chest, gently laying him back. She sat up and examined the freshly-healed wound winding across him. Her finger ran slowly and torturously over the pink flesh, a haunted look on her face. She brought her lips down to it and lavished the new scar with feather light kisses. Harry’s muscles tensed in longing for her to touch him more…touch him everywhere.

Harry pulled her on top of him, wrapping his arms around her hot flesh and kissing her hard on the mouth, their tongues dancing together. He braved his chances and ran his hand over her bum, to which she replied with a moan, grinding directly into his erection. Harry yelled out at the sudden pressure, involuntarily rocking his hips up to meet hers.

Suddenly, she had a devious smile on her face, and she ground her hips into him again. She kissed him softly as her hips moved up and down his cock, making it so hard it hurt. Harry met her with every thrust, moaning in pleasure, while still aching to feel more. He gripped her bum hard and thrust up into her, wishing her clothes would just disappear. At that thought, he pulled back and tried to catch his breath.

“Is everything okay?” she asked, looking concerned and placing her hand between them on his new scar.

“It’s okay, Ginny. It’s just…” He started, rolling them onto their sides so he could look into her eyes. “If we don’t stop, I’ll…I mean I won’t be able…” Her fingers pressed against his lips to quiet him.

“Harry. I want you. I want this. We both need this,” She said, capturing his lips again in a searing kiss. She bit lightly on his lower lip, pulling it to her, and Harry could feel his stomach lurching at an impending orgasm. He needed to do something to make this last as long as possible. She was too perfect to let go of that soon.

Ginny began to shift and soon there was no clothing between them at all, and her nipples pressed against his bare chest. He laid her softly on her back against the ostentatious velvet coverlet. He brought his hand slowly to her breast, the other holding her face and kissing her. He touched her soft skin, letting his fingers glide across her perfect pink nipples as her back arched up. He kissed down her neck, longing to taste every inch of her.

He let his tongue roll around the pink nub, savoring the taste of her pale skin and the sounds of her moans. He reached down and began to play with the button of her jeans, his cock twitching at the excitement of getting to feel all of her. He moved the zipper down and reached his hand inside her panties, feeling a tangle of hair. He moaned with her when his fingers plunged between her lips and dipped into her hot, wet flesh.

He kissed her again, and pressed his fingers farther down until they entered her, and she broke away to let out a loud groan of pleasure. He began to move his fingers around her until he found a rhythm that made her hips buck in time with him. When his thumb moved over a small nub, she practically screamed his name, and he knew that he was in the right spot.

After some ministrations, her hands began to grip his shoulder hard, and her knees pressed tightly on either side of him. With a loud moan, she contracted around his fingers until her breathing slowed. Harry moved up to her to meet her eyes, and saw her entire face was glowing with sweat, her cheeks flushed, and her lips parted. Her eyes were closed as a smile twisted on her lips.

“Gin…that was. Wow…I’ve never…I mean,” Harry said, slowly pulling his fingers out of her.

“You’ve never done that? Are you still a virgin, Harry?”

“Of course I am. Not much time for being randy when you’re ‘The Boy Who Lived’. How about you?” he asked, fearing the answer slightly.

“We certainly have a lot of catching up to do, don’t we,” she whispered, kissing him gently. “I’ve never been with anyone.”

“Well, we have all the time in the world, and I’d happily spend it doing that over and over again,” Harry whispered. Then, gripped with the sudden curiosity to see what she tasted like all over, he licked his fingers slowly. She moaned loudly as his tongue ran up and down his index finger, savoring the sweet liquid.

“Harry, there’s more to do with all that time instead of that,” she said, her eyes flooded with desire. Ginny reached down and began undoing his belt, and with a deft speed that shocked him, she had pulled down his trousers and shorts. He removed them anxiously, lying back down to pull her close again. Her hands traveled slowly down his chest and wrapped around his shaft, as Harry groaned and bucked into her. She continued to move her hands up and down, running her fingers over the head and causing Harry to cry out.

He reluctantly pushed her hand away and began to remove her jeans. He pulled her bottoms slowly down her legs, taking off her sneakers before carefully pulling her pants and underthings over her feet and tossing them to the floor. He kissed back up her body, hitting some of the beautiful freckles with his lips as he came back up, and of course pausing to kiss her pert breasts on his way to her lips.

Ginny reached up and kissed him, wrapping her hands around his neck and pulling him close to her body. His throbbing cock seemed to rest right between her thighs, and he could feel how wet and hot she was for him without much pressure. Her hand reached between them and gripped Harry again, and he lurched forward, overtaken with need.

She guided him to her entrance, and Harry felt his tip enter her. He moaned her name, fisting the blanket tightly with one hand, while he tried to hold her face gently with the other. He knew this would probably hurt her, and he was scared to go further, even as his whole body ached for him to push.

“Harry, please…” She whimpered, her head thrown back.

“Ginny, no matter what. I love you. I’m yours. I’ll never hurt you again. I’ll never leave you again,” he whispered, his throat closing with emotion. She opened her eyes and met his; her eyes were nearly black with need.

“Oh, Harry. Forever. You and I…forever,” she spoke, still whimpering.

Suddenly, her hips darted up and his cock entered her quickly. He yelled out as her walls engulfed him. She felt the most indescribable wonder, like he was now and fully a part of her. After the initial shock and fog had cleared, he looked down to see her with her eyes clenched shut, tears leaking from them.

“Ginny…” he whispered, his hand brushing fringe away from her sweating forehead to kiss her softly.

“Harry, I need you to move. I want you to move,” she groaned, arching her hips so that he went into her even deeper.

Harry began to thrust into her slowly, wanting nothing more than to quicken his pace and feel her over and over again. Finally, she started to echo his movements, thrusting to meet him, whispering his name as she did so. He quickened his pace until finally he came, stars bursting behind his eyes, her name on his lips.

He rolled over to catch his breath, grabbing her hand and holding it close to his chest.

Ginny moved closer to him, draping her arm over his stomach and looking up to meet him.

“Did you mean it when you said forever?” she asked, looking slightly anxious.

“Yes. I’ve meant everything I’ve ever said to you. You got me through all of it, out there. You were what I lived for. I fought for our world, but I lived for you,” he whispered, his hand cupping her cheeks.

She turned her face and kissed the palm of his hand, closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, a contented sigh on her lips.