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Chance Encounters of the Close Kind	By : sabbah Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 2253 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Ade usually hated drinking alone, but after his stint in Azkaban and all his "friends" viewing his job at Gringotts as inferior and working for "the enemy" he really didn't have much of a choice. Marcus Flint was the only one that had stuck by him through everything but he was away at a game.
Taking a deep gulp of his whiskey, he looked around the Leaky and wondered again why the hell he was here. None of the birds looked in the least appealing even three sheets to the wind as he was and Thom's suspicious looks were getting annoying. He was about to pay his tab and call it a night when the door opened and four very fine looking women walked through. They all looked familiar, but in a vague way like he'd gone to school with them - which was possible given their apparent ages.
His eyes wandered over the two blondes, the brunette and the red head (his mind drunkenly snickering that there had to be a joke in there somewhere) when they stopped at the red head. Stopped to stare actually even though he knew it was rude, he couldn't help himself. Her skin was a flawless pale milky color offset by a head of thick dark red hair. He wasn't normally into red heads but something about this one caught his eye and held it.

Ginny was still trying to figure out how she'd been talked into this. For some reason, she just wasn't in the mood to celebrate. Even if she had done much better on her NEWTs than she'd expected, managing to pull off Os in Potions, Transfiguration, Ancient Runes, Charms, Arithmancy, and Defense Against the Dark Arts, her specialization in Transfiguration having been a complete Animagus transformation, much to the surprise and pleasure of the examiner. She had worked with Professor McGonnagall for weeks to perfect it, and it was, to date, the accomplishment she was the most proud of.She'd managed an E in History of Magic. Molly was ecstatic. Ginny was proud, but after the last few years, it was hard to think of a piece of paper as all that important. It wouldn't have kept her alive, after all.

Still, Luna and Jasmine had wanted to go out and had convinced Sarah. Then the three of them had ganged up on her.

So.

Here she was in the Leaky with her three best friends when what she really wanted to do was be at home studying for her interview at the bank that Bill had set up for her in three days time.

When she'd had her mandatory career counseling with Professor McGonnagall, she hadn't the faintest clue what she wanted to do, and it really hadn't been much of a priority, what with Dumbledore's death happening around the same time. In fact, it wasn't until she and Bill had fought side by side and then talked a lot during his recovery that she started once more idolizing him. The fact that he'd been able to travel, to see the world, and (perhaps most importantly) escape their mother had been considerations, too. And of course, it didn't hurt that Ginny had become something of an adrenelin junkie during the war, craving the excitement of danger.

So Curse Breaking seemed like the perfect job for her.

IF she managed to pass the entrance interview and the required test of her abilities to think on her feet.

But no, instead of studying, she was here with the girls.

She smiled and laughed at Sarah's joke, but her mind was definitely off in the clouds thinking about the next few days. After all, she was already losing tomorrow to her father's swearing in ceremony as the new Minister of Magic.

Feeling eyes on her, she turned her head until she saw a man sitting at the bar, watching her. Flattered by his apparent interest and attention, she flashed him a bright smile, then turned back to the girls, determined to focus on her friends and have a good time.
The wolf had the scent and was ready to close in on the kill. But not right now, not when she was surrounded by her friends. Taking another sip of his whiskey, he nodded to Thom who was reluctant but came over anyway. "Send a round of drinks to the ladies over there," he said nodding to the group. He was ignoring Thom's petulant attitude even if it was difficult not to say anything. "Anything they like, even the top shelf drinks."
"You stay away from them," Thom growled.
Ade's eyes snapped over to the bartender, lighting with a deep fire. "I do good business here as do many of my friends. It'd be a shame if we suddenly found somewhere else to drink."
Subdued but grumbling under his breath, Thom slunk over to the girls and sighed. "Pucey wants to buy you ladies a drink on him, anything of your choice."
Luna looked over at the bald man across the way and blinked hazily. "Adrian Pucey? My my, how he's grown," she murmured, grinning over at her friends wickedly. She was quite happy with Dean but that didn't mean she couldn't look.

Ginny just shrugged. "I think I'd like a whiskey, Thom. But I think I'll come up to the bar to get it and say thanks. Wouldn't do to be impolite," she said with a grin and a wink at the girls.

Sarah glanced at Pucey, then shrugged. He wasn't really her type. Ravenclaw to the core, she preferred them a bit less bulky and a bit more... bookish. She also preferred them a bit less male, but that was neither here nor there. Although she did did admire his well toned arms. "Don't do anything I wouldn't," she said with a wink at Ginny.

Ginny rolled her eyes at that. "Like I would. Hello, I don't even do the things you do do."

Jasmine smiled coyly at Sarah. "No, she doesn't, does she love?"

Shaking her head at them both, she stood and stepped back from the table. Between Luna's general happiness with Dean and her other two friends' new relationship together, Ginny only wondered more why she was here.

Looking over at where Thom was pouring their drinks, she walked to the bar, taking her glass and moving to where Pucey was sitting at the bar.

"Thanks for the drinks," she said, standing at his elbow, a curious smile on her face. "And the excuse to step away from the lovebirds a moment. I was supposed to come and say thank you, right? That's how this usually goes?" she asked, amused at herself.
Turning toward her, he trapped her between his legs and the bar and smirked at her. "Generally," he replied, taking in her well toned body and the confident way she held herself. And yet there was a lingering haunt behind her eyes and he wondered if despite her age, she'd seen any fighting in the war.
"So are you thanking me or are you chatting me up? Because I'll have you know, I'm not that kind of guy." Of course he said that in a tone that told her that he was exactly that type of guy. "Adrian Pucey," he added holding out his hand.

She took in his smirk and his comment, clearly hearing his intentions in his tone of voice and, for a brief moment, wished she were the kind of girl who could take him up on the implicit offer in his voice. But she wasn't. She definitely wasn't when she was sober.

She looked at his hand, then gave him a wink, knocking back the shot of whiskey Thom had poured for her and turning within the vee of his legs to face the bar. She turned the glass over and sat it down with a click, leaning over a bit so that her arse was shoved into his chest before turning back around. Only then did she take his hand.

"Ginny. But I already knew your name. Thom told us with the drinks. So, Adrian, are you going to buy another round and move this to a booth? Or do I need to buy you a drink now to try to convince you to be that kind of bloke?" she teased back, knowing that she had no intention on following through. At least following through on anything that would require them to leave the common room.
Saucy. He liked them saucy. A grin tugged at his lips as he wondered why her name was familiar and why he should know it. "I wouldn't want to pull you from your friends but considering two of them seem to be more interested in each other's tongues and other one has been furiously writing since you came over here, I suppose we can move this to a booth and you can buy me a drink. You'll still have some convincing to do, but my arse is numb from sitting on this stool."
She laughed at that, grabbing two clean glass by leaning over the counter and a bottle of whiskey, then putting down enough galleons to cover it with a wink at Thom. He looked concerned, and she wondered why, but shrugged it off. She knew about Pucey. She'd played him on the Pitch at Hogwarts, after all. She knew he was a Slytherin, and was one of the Death Eaters who had managed to convince the Ministry that he'd been acting under duress and so had most of his sentence transmuted.

"Come on then," she said over her shoulder as she moved towards a table in the back, bottle and glasses in hand, and a nod for the girls.
Chuckling softly, he followed her to the booth not far from her friends. "So what brings you to this fine establishment?" he asked sliding into the booth next to her and casually, almost absently laying his arm along the back of the booth. "You seem quick to leave your friends, so you can't be celebrating anything... two of your friends are clearly more interested in each other than the men and one of them seems a bit out of it so you weren't looking for a good one nighter... and you're far too sober to be bar hopping unless this is your first bar on your hop?"
He watched her pour both of them a shot which he took and saluted with a "Slainte" before tossing it back.
She smiled and tossed back her second shot, feeling a bit of a rush as the alcohol went into her system.

"They are, Luna's always a bit out of it, and we are supposed to be celebrating. We got out NEWTs today and we all did well. But I have a lot going on and didn't really want to come out, Sarah and Jas just recently got together and I think they're feeling rebellious and hoping someone tells their parents what they saw them doing, and Luna's been talking about some project and carrying that journal everywhere. What can I say, it was a spur of the moment celebration," she said as she poured them another round then leaned back, amused that he'd put his arm around her like he was going to claim her right then and there, then pushing that thought aside.

She hadn't held onto her virginity this long to loose it in a one-off with a drunken Slytherin who would probably be horrified he bedded a Weasley when he sobered up. Even if part of her was screaming to just get it over with already and stop building it up. During the war, she'd wanted to, but with Harry away from school, there had never been a good time. And the time she'd almost been raped by Carrows had put her off boys for a while herself. Then Harry had ended it when she didn't want to give it up as a victory prize and... here she was. The only one of her friends who had never....

But this wasn't the time or place, either.

Even if his arm was warm where she could feel it brushing her bare shoulders and even if he did smell amazing....
"Ah, congratulations. That is drink worthy. A toast to your excellent NEWTs," he said holding up the refreshed shot glass and tossing it back. "So if you stay here with me trying to convince me I'm the type of man who will give up his virtue to you, your friends won't miss you so much?"
It was getting hard to concentrate on their flirtatious conversation with the way she smelled, like spice and something sweet. His mind, naturally, wondered if she tasted as good as she smelled and despite his drunkenness became very determined that he was going to find out. Reaching over, he tucked her hair behind her ear, letting his calloused fingers brush the shell of her ear. "So, Miss Ginny, what do you have planned for yourself now that you're finished with Hogwarts? Have any career paths in mind?" he murmured, his voice husky from desire and the alcohol.
She shivered as his breath curled around her ear, causing a surge of desire that made her tingle all over, especially between her thighs.

She closed her eyes, seeking control, the picked up her own glass and knocked it back, the alcohol effecting her a lot more strongly than usual. Perhaps whiskey on an empty stomach had been a mistake.

Setting the glass down, she turned towards him, finding his face closer than she expected, coming nose to nose with him so that as she parted her lips to draw breath in order to speak, she found her lips brushing lightly over his.

A kiss hadn't been his intention, but he went with it anyway. His eyes fluttering shut, he kissed her back, his lips just as light and almost teasing as he coaxed her lips into a more thorough kiss. Slowly, he slid his tongue between her lips, nearly groaning at her taste. He wasn't sure if it was her or the whiskey but he was almost instantly hard and ready to tear her jeans off and bury himself inside her.
He slid his free hand over to her flat belly and splayed his fingers. They twitched to cup a breast but some dark recess of his mind told him that'd be a Not So Appropriate Thing in the middle of the Leaky with Thom's eyes burning a hole in the back of his head.
Ginny gave up, telling the voice in her head to shut up, it was just a kiss (even when it was screaming that this wasn't a kiss, it was a promise of more to come) when someone cleared her throat.

Startled, Ginny looked up to see her friends standing behind Ade, Luna looking dreamily at a cobweb on the wall, Jas spearing her with her eyes.

Ginny could feel herself blushing furiously at being caught snogging Pucey, then broke into giggles that she couldn't stop no matter how hard she tried. Damn the whiskey.
"We've decided that we should have just stayed in tonight and waited for Dean to get back from Germany to celebrate," Sarah said, her eyes twinkling. "So we're heading home. Would you like to join us? Or have you found entertainment of your own?"

If anything, that made Ginny blush redder.

"She can't leave yet, love. She has most of a bottle to finish first."

"True...." Sarah agreed, then winked at Ginny. "Just remember what I said," she told her friend before taking Sarah's hand and looping an arm through Luna's the three of them abandoning Ginny to her fate.
Ade leaned back and looked down at Ginny quietly. "Do you want to leave with them?" he asked softly. He took his arm off her shoulders and laid the hand that had been on her stomach on his lap, giving her the chance to leave if she wished. He sincerely hoped she wouldn't but he was no rapist and he didn't pressure women to sleep with him. Seduce, yes; pressure, never.

Ginny was glad for the moment to attempt to collect her thoughts. That and the space allowed her to almost stop her head from spinning long enough to make sense of what was happening. She was no innocent, even if she was a virgin. She was quite well aware of what he was hoping for as a conclusion to the evening, and the more she drank, the more she thought that sounded like a lot of fun. Part of her was more than a bit hesitant, but that part was being increasingly drowned out by the alcohol.

"I bought a bottle of whiskey. We are going to drink it. Unless you aren't convinced you want to stay with me. In which case maybe you should follow them. I warn you, though, they're all claimed already," she said, feeling a momentary pang that maybe he'd been looking at one of her friends when he'd bought the drinks and was disappointed that she was the one who answered the offer. Biting her lip, she looked away. These games were why she didn't do this. She just knew this would end badly and she'd be hurt. Still, she felt like something was driving her.

Taking a deep breath, she looked at him again. "Besides, we're only talking, right. Well... now at least."
"You were the one the drinks were for," Ade murmured, smiling gently down at her. His smile did nothing to soften the intent and burning desire for her in his eyes. "I just bought the rest of the table a round to be polite. I'm quite glad your friends have left you all to me. That means I don't have to compete for your attention and I'd feel less guilty doing this." Not that he would've felt any guilt at all, but if he had, there would've been less of it. Leaning forward, he kissed the corner of her mouth and trailed his lips across her jaw to nip at her earlobe. She did taste like she smelled which made him wonder if she tasted like that everywhere.

She gave a soft whimper of desire, of need, when he nipped her ear. "You should feel even more guilty," she murmured. "Because if you do that, it means I'm free to do this." Leaning forward she slid her fingers up his arms, draping her arms over his shoulders and leaning closer. She could feel her breasts press into his chest as she snuggled closer against him. Her nipples were hardened into little pebbles and she moaned softly as she rubbed them against him, enjoying the feel of her sensitive nubs against the lace of her bra and the silk of her camisole. Curling her neck around him, she pressed kisses of her own along his jaw bone until her nose brushed against his ear. "I think you're a very bad man, Adrian. Because I'm not the kind of girl that does this," she whispered, her breath hot on his ear.
He shuddered beneath her hot breath, trying to muffle the soft groan at the feel of her tight nipples rubbing against his chest even through her bra, her camisole and his shirt. "I am a very bad man. And I'm very good at it too," he murmured, wrapping both arms around her and nearly hauling her into his lap, but the restraint of the booth prevented that (it certainly wasn't his sense of decency especially since that was long since gone with the last few shots of whiskey). "While I'm all for a little public display, perhaps we should move this to your place. I don't feel like having Thom kick us out or hose us off."
Turning his back so that no one could see what he was doing but they could see Ginny's face, he slid his hand under her shirt and cupped her breast. He couldn't wait to get them in his mouth, they felt so good.

Whining a bit and arching into his palm, Ginny sucked in a deep breath. "Can't. I still live with my parents. I don't think they'd be too thrilled with me bringing a random bloke home."

That cooled off her growing need.

Not the thought of her parents or of their opinion, but rather how much she'd regret this later, loosing her virginity to a random bloke. Even one as attractive and good with his hands and tongue as Pucey was shaping up to be. This need, it had to be the whiskey talking.

But even if she hadn't still lived at home, she wanted to be able to leave and not have the memories in her own bed. Because she had a feeling that he wanted to go to her place so that she would wake up to an empty bed. And that... that would kill her. At least if she could leave his bed, she could have the appearance of believing this was meaningless. She wasn't stupid enough to think that it would actually end up meaningless for her, but she also wasn't stupid enough to think it could be anything but meaningless to him.

And when had she come to the conclusion that this was a good idea? She tried to step back, but her body was having none of that. They called it firewhiskey for a reason, and this burning need was a big part of the reason.
He sensed her hesitation and let her work through it. Either she would pull away and say no or she would get over it and stay. To his relief she got over it and stayed. "My place then," he murmured against her temple. Silently thanking the powers that be that Maeve was out at a friend's house, he slid out of the booth and helped Ginny to stand.
"I hate the Floo, but it's preferable over being splinched." He wrapped his arm around her waist to keep her from stumbling even if it made his own balance precarious. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder he tossed it into the fireplace, stepped inside and called out his address.
He and Ginny stumbled out, dizzy and chuckling. Almost automatically, his lips found hers and all laughter died at the first taste of her lips against his. "You are far too over dressed," he growled softly, bending to kiss and nip at her cleavage.

She hadn't thought her nipples could be harder, but she'd been wrong. Now they were not only hard, they were aching for him, and the tingle between her thighs had become a raging need.

But Ginny refused to go about her deflowering like some silly little girl.

Putting a hand on his shoulder as he was bent over, she shoved him, hard, onto the couch and stood in front of him with a smirk on her lips. Honestly, as drunk as he was, it hadn't taken much to topple him.

Her fingers curled around the hem of her shirt and slowly pulled it up, revealing the pale, slightly freckled skin of her belly inch my inch and dragging her fingers across her flesh as it was exposed. When she drew even with the bottom of her bra, she started to let it drop back down, grinning even more broadly as he looked about ready to protest. With a giggle, she tugged it over her head in one final movement and dropped it to the floor to stand in front of him in her bra.

When he started to move, she made a soft tutting sound and pushed him back down with one hand, taking two steps back.

"Ah-ah! I didn't say you could touch me yet," she said in a soft growl, even as her fingers started unfastening her jeans, revealing the black lace thong that matched her bra. Turning her back on him, she pushed the jeans over her hips, bending over with her feet a bit apart to show off her well-toned arse.

Standing she kicked the jeans off and turned back around.

"Now who's over-dressed?" she asked coyly.
He'd never really been an ass man himself, preferring hips and legs to arses, but the moment Gin bent over showing off hers, he was a converted believer for life. He leaned over to take a nip of her arse, but she was too far away and moved too quickly for him to get a taste. Instead he had a heady whiff of her arousal which made his jeans even more painful than they already were.
"I do believe I am," he said, taking off his shirt with little fanfare and stripping off his jeans with a soft sigh of relief. Kicking off his boots and socks, he finally sat there with a large tent in his boxers, staring at her bra. "You're still over dressed," he said pointedly, grinning up at her. "Do you want me to help you with that or will you be able to get it yourself? Please say you need some help."

"You know, I seem to have forgotten how to take this thing off. Maybe you should show me... with your teeth," she said playfully. Taking the two steps that would allow her to stand with their knees brushing, his face almost even with the small pearl clasp that kept her bra on, her fingers once more making fascinated trails over his shaved head.

This much, she'd done before. She was a virgin, but she wasn't inexperienced. Hell, she'd done this with Sarah and Jasmine and Luna. But even so, she knew that the foregone conclusion to tonight would be completely different. That made her nervous and excited and scared and just a hint desperate all at once.

The lace of her knickers was clinging to her wet slit, and she could feel the lace there rubbing against her sensitive clit even as her bra was rubbing her nipples. She honestly didn't think she'd ever been this aroused, which made her wonder how much of it was the whiskey talking. Just how much would she regret this?

With a deep breath, she decided in true Gryffindor style that there was really only one way to find out.

"Think you're up to the challenge?" she asked.

Ade looked up at her, his eyes sparking with mischief and an answering challenge. "Is that not obvious?" he asked, glancing at the tent in his boxers.

He trailed his lips and tongue down her chest to the single pearl clasp of her bra. Unable to resist, he nibbled and kissed her skin before deftly unhooking the button. Sliding his arms around her hips he pulled her to her and nudged a cup out of the way for him to run his tongue over her hard nipple. "Mmmm," he hummed happily. She did taste like spices and sweet things all over. Giving her one nipple a nip good bye, he kissed his way over to her other breast while palming and tweaking the one he just left, not wanting Gin to feel neglected in anyway.

Leaning back against the couch urged her to straddle his lap and he groaned, his eyes nearly rolling in the back of his head. Shit, he could feel how wet she was through her thong and his boxers making his cock throb painfully. He rubbed his cock against her, instinctively seeking relief from the near pain.

Ginny whimpered in a combination of need and anxiety at the feel of him, hot and hard between her thighs. She'd seen men naked before. Hell, she had grown up with six older brothers who seemed fundamentally incapable of a simple locking charm on the loo. And she'd touched a few boyfriends. Hell, she'd even given a few blow jobs. Twice to Harry, and a couple of times to Seamus.

But that had been her hand, or even her mouth. The one time she and Luna had messed around, Luna had very gently put a finger inside and she'd bit her lip. How the hell was he going to fit that inside her?

Still, she wasn't a Gryffindor for nothing. Noting how well he reacted to her being in his lap, she very slowly rolled her hips against him, feeling the hard shaft of his cock press her clit and making her eyes close in pleasure.

"Fuck," he gasped. He hadn't felt this hard or this desperately close to an orgasm without being inside a girl since he was a teenager. Picking her up with her legs still wrapped around his waist, he Apparated them up to his room. Apparating short distances wasn't as bad as Apparating home, thank Merlin. At this point, this aroused and this drunk, walking upstairs would've been much more dangerous. Tumbling down onto the bed with her, he sat back on his heels to slowly peel off her knickers. He wanted to savor her, unwrapping her like a Christmas present. "You are beautiful," he murmured huskily as he took in her long legs, hips and perfect breasts.

Feeling exposed and a bit vulnerable, she smiled up at him.

"I'm... glad you think so," she said softly, then licked her lips, wanting him to hurry up, but not wanting to come across as nervous as she was. She figured that if she seemed nervous, though, he wouldn't notice between his lust and the alcohol fumes.

Deciding that passive wouldn't get things moving the way she wanted, she reached for him, pulling him down on top of her and wrapping her legs around his waist. This had the added benefit of letting her feel how hard he was against her hot cunt, but not letting her see how big it was. Perfect compromise, to her mind. Hooking her toes through the waist of his boxers, she straightened her legs and pulled them over his hips and letting them tangle around his ankles.

Her breathing was coming fast now. This was the first time she and a man had been completely naked. Forcing herself to take a deep breath, she curled her legs around his waist once more, and, looking into his dark eyes, slowly rolled her hips until he was rubbing up and down her slit.

"Shit," he gasped softly, his cock sliding between her folds but not into her. "You're so wet." Leaning down, he kissed her deeply and slowly slid his hard length into her tight cunt. She was very tight, but it didn't send any red flags to his drunk mind like it would have if he had been sober. Pressing into her until he was fully seated, he paused a couple of moments - panting into her shoulder - to let her adjust before he began moving his hips against hers. "Gin," he groaned against her neck.

She bit her lips together to keep from screaming as he pushed into her. Merlin fucking god damn it to hell it hurt! But she managed to contain the scream that tried to claw her way up, deciding it wouldn't be fair to him to scare him now, since she hadn't exactly warned him to start with. She hardly even noticed that her fingers had bitten into his shoulders, her nails breaking the skin.

She felt the pressure build until something popped, feeling a wave of pain and relief at the same time. Blinking back the tears while he panted into her shoulder, she took several deep breaths.

Once he was in, he stopped, and Ginny was glad for the momentary respite.

Then he started moving. At first it hurt, again, her body still adjusting, but as he set a slow pace and she relaxed, the pleasure began to overcome the pain. "Adrian," she gasped as he hit a different spot, one that felt incredible.
Smirking against her neck, he rolled his hips again and kissed her skin tenderly. "Ade," he murmured, nipping at her ear then kissing her deeply. "Just Ade."

Hiking her legs higher onto his hips, he thrust deeper into her but still slowly for now. She was still almost painfully tight and he could tell still uncomfortable with him in her. A niggling feeling that this meant something tugged at his mind, but it was washed away with the concentration it took not to come inside her yet. Leaning down, he kissed and licked her nipples, biting them gently. "Gods you taste good."

His tongue on her breasts had her fingers curling in the sheets and her breath coming on harsh pants. Of course, his cock moving over that spot inside her wasn't helping the breathing either.

It felt good... more than good. It felt like there was something building... something just out of her reach, something that only he would be able to give her.

Biting her lip harder, her hands flew to his head, tugging on his ears since they were the only handhold, wanting to kiss him. She wanted, no, needed to kiss him. Needed to feel like he was making love to her, even if this was just a shag for him. She'd deal with that later, after she'd left. Right now, she needed to feel loved, even if it were only superficially. Because otherwise she started to feel like a fool, like she was making a huge mistake, and that... was making that elusive pinnacle harder and harder to reach.

He faltered and almost came when she began tugging on his ears. They were extremely sensitive and a major erogenous zone for him so much so that a single touch, a misplaced breeze could get him hard in a heartbeat. Lifting his head more to alleviate the pressure on his ears and in his cock, he kissed her deeply, his thrusts increasing in pace. He was so close, too close with that ear tugging but still he held on not daring to come inside her yet. He needed to feel her pulsing around him first... even though he wasn't entirely certain why. He'd never been so careful about a one night stand's orgasm before, but he sensed that this was not something she did often if at all and he wanted her to remember him and put a stupid grin on her face when she did.

Sighing happily, Ginny arched into his touch and kissed him back enthusiastically.

Apparently, he took that for a request to pick up the pace. That, or he couldn't help himself. She didn't know which, but all of a sudden he was moving a lot faster, rubbing a spot that felt a lot less good and a lot more raw and sore. Flinching, Ginny sucked in a pained breath and whimpered softly, hoping he'd take the hint and slow back down.
He felt her clench around him and unable to help himself and a bit relieved that she was coming, he emptied himself deep inside her with a soft groan. "Shit," he panted softly, nuzzling her neck and kissing her jaw. "Usually I last longer, sorry."

For a moment she just lay there, blinking in surprise.

That was it? That's what the fuss had been over? It had hurt like they'd said it would (they being the trashy Muggle romance novels that she and Hermione had spent a summer giggling over when they'd been younger). It had felt good, certainly. But where was the thunderous, ground-shaking wave of pleasure?

Then it hit her. She was no longer a virgin.

She'd given it to his man who'd never even asked her last name.

Fuck. What had she done?

Still, he seemed kind of cuddly, and it felt good to be touched, to be held. Smiling down at him, she kissed the top of his head, wincing a bit at the soreness between her thighs.

"Nothing to be sorry for," she said softly, extricating herself from underneath him and sitting up, wincing at the streak of blood on her thighs. "I need to use the loo," she said softly. "Then I should probably go home. My Mum will worry, otherwise."

Oh. Right. This was a one night shag. Somehow he'd forgotten that. Rolling onto his back he propped himself up onto his elbows and watched her slip into the ensuite. Should he say anything? What was there to say? He actually wanted to ask her out but he doubted that was something she'd want if she was leaving already and not even waiting around for another round. Sighing softly, he flopped onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Bloody hell.

Ginny stood in the bathroom, her feet cold on the floor, and looked at the blood that was dripping down her legs.

She took a deep breath, then grabbed some tissue, blotting it up and wincing slightly at the texture against her sensitive flesh. Her unusually sensitive and entirely unstated flesh. If she wasn't so embarrassed by the blood, she'd go back in there and demand he finish what he'd started, but... she didn't really want to admit the truth now.

Washing her hands to try and get rid of the blood, she opened the door and made her way back to his bedroom, carefully walking and bending over to grab her clothing. She winced slightly as she moved, and decided not to bother with the thong. It would only ruin it to get all bloody.

"I... thanks, Ade," she said lamely. "I really should be going."

Sitting up, he looked at her closely. Instinctively he wanted to reach out and pull her into his arms because there was something about her that seemed... fragile. She seemed on the verge of tears, but there were no overtly outward signs of it. Perhaps it was the protective way she held herself. "If... you need me... you know where to call," he said softly, leaving his words open for interpretation. If she needed another shag, if she needed a jar of pickles opened, if she needed a date or to be held... fuck! Why was he feeling this way? It was one bloody shag and even though it'd been a damned good one, he'd had damned good ones in the past but none of them had made him want to just... hold them like he wanted to with her.

Standing, he slipped on his boxers and walked her to the floo. He wanted to say something stupid like 'I'll see you later' but he doubted she'd want to so instead he sighed softly. "Have a safe trip home, yeah?" he murmured, taking in every bit of her face, committing it to memory.

She smiled back, a part of her wishing he'd at least pretend like he'd want to actually see her again, or that he'd try to convince her to stay. Anything to make her feel like less a fool. But he didn't, so she merely nodded, looking into his eyes one last time and biting her lip. "Yeah. Take care. Say hi to Maeve for me," and with that, she stepped into the Floo and arrived safely home, limping slightly up the stairs to the bathroom for a long soak. And if she left the water running so no one would hear her cry... well... it wasn't the first time, and she doubted it would be the last.
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