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Losing Control	By : Wildling Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 39015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter or any of the characters in this story. I am just playing dirtyminded god. I make no money from this, or any related works.

Chapter List
- 1-Losing Control
- 2-Chapter 2
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AN: The ---'s mean the prespective is changing from Harry to Ginny, or Ginny to Harry. It does this quite a bit!

This was my first ever fanfic of any sort, I found it after it being abandoned for years and have finished it. If it seems familiar, it just might be. It was up here on an old account which I could no longer access. Old story has been deleted, and it has been edited and re-posted.

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Chapter 1

Ginny sighed. 'This is going to be a long day', she thought. She was in the library, reading up on a very complicated potion called a “Sadeo Potion.” It wasn’t in the regular curriculum… it was a bonus assignment. From what she was reading she couldn’t at all see why Snape would assign such an assignment. It might have been a mistake. Perhaps this was for the 7th years, or something. She needed the marks, though, so she was finishing off, ignoring the fact that the potion’s effects were rather disturbing. She had no idea why anyone would want to use such a potion, but it didn’t matter.

The whole description was long and involved, and it was hard to understand. She had to look things up rather frequently. She was half hoping for a distraction. It came, in the form of her older brother’s best friend, Harry. Harry, the Boy-Who-Lived, seeker of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, attached at the hip to Ron and Hermione. But wait! He was alone. That was strange. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, she remembered. She was missing out on a date to be here.

Harry looked much different this year, he appeared to have been fed better… and Quidditch was doing him good. The last remnants of her schoolgirl crush tugged at her heart. It didn’t matter, he didn’t like her. She was just Ron’s little sister to him… But, that messy black hair! True he could do without the glasses, but even those were endearing. She shook her head. POTIONS! 'I need to finish this up' she thought to herself, but to no avail. Malfoy entered the library, sneering and gorgeous as usual. She hated him immensely, but there was no discounting he was a looker. Why wasn’t he at Hogsmeade, she wondered. POTIONS! She thought again, this time dragging her eyes back down to her book.

In the end, this is what she had written:

“Sadeo potions are a type of lust potion. The result of consuming this potion (which is tasteless) is a temporary change in the mind. A person who has taken this potion will –need- to fulfil their ‘needs’ at once. There is some variance in how quickly the potion takes effect and how long it takes until it brings about a temporary insanity if the 'needs' go unfulfilled. If a person resists, and does not fulfil their ‘needs,’ the mind slowly breaks down and temporary insanity comes over the person, thus bringing them to a point where they will do the act by any means necessary.

This is a very dangerous potion, as any potion that plays on emotions has the possibility to permanently warp a mind. The consequences of using this on an unsuspecting person are unfathomable. This potion is recommended to be used only by those of age, and possibly only as a last resort to those suffering from the inability to have relations (due to mental or physical deficits.) It can be prescribed by a medi-wizard, diluted in order to have less severe effects and is ILLEGAL to use in it’s full strength form…”

It wasn’t as terrible as she’d started out thinking it was, especially as it wasn’t allowed full strength, which was for the best. It was sort of creepy, the thought of losing control in that particular way… Well, it wasn’t all that terrible, though she was still confused as to why Snape would assign this potion as a research topic. Though, he did teach the males of the class a contraception potion, as McDonagall had taught the girls a charm (Flitwick being the charms teacher was the more obvious choice, but it had been assumed having a male teacher do this would be awkward. It wasn’t a terribly complicated charm, anyways…) Next she started writing out the ingredients. The method for making it wasn’t listed, probably to prevent people from making mistakes, though it did list a book for further reading. She didn’t need any more, and doubted she would find it in the regular section of the library, anyways. If there was ever a book that would be in the Restricted Section 75 Spells and Potions for Pleasure and Pain by Morgana Lusitana was it.

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Harry had just finished lunch, and gone to the library to do some work. He’d have much rather been at Hogsmeade with Ron and Hermione, but for this one he was not allowed. Dumbledore had assured him this most definitely wouldn’t be the case for the rest of the year, so just to sit tight through this one weekend, and he would be allowed out to the next one. The Great Hall had been mostly empty, the third years and below opting to have lunch out on the grounds, as it was a nice day. The few people inside had been Ravenclaws, and Draco Malfoy. The annoying little ferret had sauntered over and made fun of him for having to stay behind. He had turned his back, to look at something flashing in the corner of his eye, and when he faced Malfoy again, the Slytherin smirked and cracked one more insult, before turning and heading out, presumably to Hogsmeade. He’d finished his lunch and pumpkin juice without any more incidents. And now he was in the library, oh joy of joys…

He pulled out his book, and took a glance around the room. It too was nearly empty. There was Ginny, sitting across on the other side of the room. She looked busy, so he opted not to say hello. Gods, how she had changed over the summer! Dressed casually, in a white sweater and a three quarter length shirt, she was bent over her book… round, pale… breasts nearly touching the table as she squinted slightly in concentration. A twinge in his pants came just then. He didn’t generally think of his best friends sister in this way. He’d never considered her as more than a friend. But now, all he could think of was her cleavage! Since when had little Ginny been so… big? He bit his lip, and shifted in his chair the growing pressure in his pants making him uncomfortable. Of course he’d had thoughts of this nature before… but not about her.

He dragged his eyes were back to his book and struggled to get some work done. Unfortunately, all he kept doing was endlessly drawing a silhouette of a girl. The details, he could only imagine. He’d led a somewhat sheltered life, and though Ron boasted he had some copies of PlayWizard, and Warlock, Harry’s imagination and the little he had seen of Cho were all the experience he had. The girls in the magazines always hid when he looked, pointing at him and giggling. The-Boy-Who lived! What use was that if you couldn’t see naked girls?!

He bit his lip, trying to focus on his Charms homework. It was too no avail, his eyes seemed to draw to Ginny of their own accord. Ron would beat him to a bloody pulp if he knew what thoughts were running through Harry’s head about his baby sister. He felt conflicted. On one hand, she was Ron's sister, but on the other hand she was a sexy young woman.

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Ginny was done! The damnable potions assignment was out of her way. It hadn’t taken nearly as long as she thought it would, only an hour. She looked up, and to her surprise saw Harry staring at her. He had a strange look in his eyes. It wasn’t one she recognized. Deciding to head over and say hello, she gathered her books into a pile and returned the potions book to its shelf… a bottom shelf. She pulled down her skirt, and headed over to Harry. Offering a smile, she stopped by his table and nodded to him.

“Hello,” she said pleasantly. Harry looked at her blankly for a moment before replying.

“H-Hello, Ginny” he said after a moment.

Ginny shrugged assuming she’d just surprised him. Perhaps he wasn’t staring at her, just in her direction, spacing out. She could relate to that. He was staring at her again with that expression. “Harry… are you okay?” she asked…

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He wanted her… oh how he wanted her. He didn’t realize it, but he was back to thinking impure thoughts about Ginny. His pants were feeling very restrictive, all of a sudden. He had the urge to take them off and… She was standing up! She gathered her books and walked over to a shelf. Wait! She bent over, skirt rising slightly to show off her shapely legs… Above the legs… her thighs, pale and smooth… he thought, fighting the urge to leap from his seat and go over to her right now and… SHE WAS COMING TOWARDS HIM. Get up, run away! She’s your friends sister! His mind screamed at him that this wasn't right, didn't feel right. His legs wouldn’t obey. When she spoke, it took him a moment to gather his thoughts to answer.

Soon, he found himself following her back to the commons. Illicit thoughts coming at him with her every step… Behind her, he had a good view of her bottom, and without thinking… his hand reached out and touched it. He jerked it back at once, and Ginny turned… brows raised and said. “Excuse me?” Harry gulped. What had he just done? He’d just grabbed his best friends sisters ass. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to.” He said sheepishly. Ginny turned around and shrugged, starting walking again. Her hips swayed from side to side sensuously, and it was driving him mad.

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Harry was acting strangely, Ginny decided. She didn’t know if he’d meant to touch her. He wasn’t acting at all like himself. It wasn’t that the actions themselves were that strange. More than one boy had felt her behind, but not a ‘nice boy’ like Harry. Not to mention, she’d been dating two of the four boys that had ever touched her there on purpose (or so she thought, who knows about the hands that had touched in a crowded hall. Things happen!) She didn’t want to make a big deal of it. Now that she was done her homework, she could head to Hogsmeade to meet her friends. All she had to do was head to her room to grab a few sickles and knuts, in case she wanted something to eat. She turned to Harry, remembering he wasn’t allowed on this trip. “Do you need anything from Hogsmeade?” she asked.

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“Do you need anything?” was all he caught, as the girl asked him the question. He had ceased to think of her as Ginny… he couldn’t think about Ginny like this. It just wasn’t right. He knew what he needed. He needed her… now. He had to have her. It was frightening him, these feelings and emotions running through his head. He felt like he was gripping tight over a ledge, about to fall off. Fall into… what? Into her. Me in her, her beautiful… He looked at her, eyes devouring her like she was a piece of meat. He knew it wasn’t right, but he couldn’t come up with any explanation. As the minutes passed, his stopped trying to think. all he knew was, he needed to have her. “Do you need anything?” was the question again, Ginny had assumed that he hadn’t understood what she was saying. He nodded dumbly, managing to say coarsely “You.”

They had passed through the portrait, Ginny having said the password to the Fat Lady. The last threads of reason still clung to Harry’s mind. “I need to go.” He said quickly, turning and bolting up the stairs. He was hoping to make it and be away from her before he did something rash… something he would know he would regret.

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Ginny watched him go. He was really starting to worry her. She wasn’t sure if she should follow him. He’s your friend too, she thought. He is acting very strangely… you should go ask him what is wrong. Just go, she told herself. She wanted to go meet her other friends for some fun, but her helpful side won out in the end. She made her way up the stairs to the boy’s dormitories. She knew exactly where Harry’s room was, third door from the farthest. His door was half closed, but hadn’t been shut all the way. She took this as an invitation to walk in. In her experience with her brothers… if they really wanted to be alone… they locked their doors, or at the very least closed them the whole way.

What greeted her eyes was a shock. Harry was sitting on his bed, robes on the floor in front of where he sat. Wearing only his boxers and a black tee, which was quite tight he had his hand down the front of his underwear, which were sliding down in front of her very eyes. Ginny was no naïve child; she had six brothers after all. She knew boys did this. Everyone did, it was a normal part of life. But she hadn’t expected to find him doing this. She froze for a moment, unsure if she had been spotted… or if she could slip out unnoticed and never, ever speak of this moment again. She wasn’t meant to be here… she felt like a voyeur. This was private… She took a step back, crashing into the half open door. Harry opened his eyes, head snapping to look at her. She started to apologize. “I’m so…”

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He snapped to attention, and the object he had been picturing was in front of him. He’d just barely started…seeing her was it; she had driven him over the edge. He she was in his room… in the nearly empty school. He suddenly gained a savage look in his eyes. His underwear abandoned to the floor, he stood up and moved towards Ginny, catching her by the arm. He wasn’t thinking anymore, it had gone beyond that. Ginny stumbled back more, head hitting the door with a dull thud. She let out a small cry, as much from surprise as pain. Hitting the door had caused it to close, tight. The click of the door told of the automatic locking charm that had been placed on it. He’d meant to close the door the whole way, to have it locked. He hadn’t meant for her to be here, but it was too late. She was here, and she had to be his.

He pulled her towards him, and she struggled slightly, protesting to such rough treatment. He looked into her gorgeous eyes, filled with fear and confusion. He felt her hand inching back, and before she could grasp her wand he had it, and had thrown it across the room with a shout of “NO!” She wasn’t going to hex him, no that was not what he wanted from the pretty young Weasley.

Wrapping an arm around her, thus trapping both her arms to her side and bringing her close, he lifted his other arm and traced the contour of her jaw, almost affectionately. She was fighting against him still, but Harry was not feeling the kicks she was giving to his shins, nor his brain registering that she was pulling away. He felt her hot breath on his neck, and lips meeting her neck could feel the beating of her heart, so frenzied. Lips wandered from her neck up to her ear, and he heard the slight hitch in her breathing.

He pushed her back to arms length and reached for the zipper of her skirt, still holding her arms at her sides. She had ceased kicking him, and now was just staring at him, wordlessly. The zipper was undone, and he started to pull the skirt down. Her hands clamped around the waistband, not allowing him to pull it down. Angrily he gripped her left hand, forcing them to let go, as she objected vocally. She let out another small cry of pain as his fingers dug into her skin, forcing her own fingers open. She let go, finally and found her voice. “Harry...” she pleaded.

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“Harry!’ she repeated as her first plea got no response. There was a dull ache in the back of her head, and she was sure there would be quite a lump to be felt later. Her hand smarted, and as he reached towards her right hand, she let go of the skirt and pulled her hand up away from it. She wanted to bite, to kick to hex him into oblivion, but he didn’t seem to be responding to anything. She felt almost resigned to go along with what he was doing.

What was he doing?! She felt the skirt slide down around her ankles, and Harry’s warm hand was on the elastic waistband of her underpants, sliding them slowly over her hips. “Stop”, she demanded of him, but to no avail. The panties joined the skirt on the floor.

She was once again pulled close to Harry, and she could feel his hardness pressed against her once again. Now it was against bare flesh and she could feel it’s damp heat on her skin. She had dreamed of her and Harry like this, together. Not exactly like this, she hadn’t imagined he’d have her held so tightly it hurt, or that she would be afraid. She had harboured an entirely more romantic notion of what it would be like if she and Harry were to sleep together. Harry had always been so gentle, so nice.

This wasn’t nice… oh, but it was hot.
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