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Chapter 22: Love and Good Intentions

She was playing a wooden flute, sitting in a wide yew tree as he approached slowly. Her green cloak was wrapped tightly around her form, and one tanned, naked leg dangled from the branch where she sat. Her music was enchanting, reminding him of fairies dancing, coaxing him to move towards it.

In the next moment, he found himself standing in front of the tree, which Harara now leaned against before him, her green eyes sparkling.

"Where are we?"

The green haired girl smiled gently at him.

"Harry, I brought you here to give you something important," she said in a serious, yet soft tone, and before he even realized she was moving, Harara had slipped something over his head.

He looked down at the small, black vial hanging from a chain around his neck, then piered back up at Harara questionably.

"Whatever you do, don't lose that. Don't take it off, and don't let anyone take it from you. Not even Dumbledor. Don't let him or any other professor know you even have this," she said, pulling her cloak around her tightly.

"Where are we? Where have you been?" Harry questioned, his head swimming, and his eyes straining to focus on the girl.

"I can't be sure...at Malfoy's home maybe?......Don't forget what I said, Harry," her words were soft and wispy, and her form began to completely fade from sight until Harry was left alone, surrounded by darkness.

He could hear an alarmingly wicked laugh. It was practically in hysterics, and seemed to be sadistically crazed. Harry let out a blood curtailing scream as he was faced with a pair of piercingly horrific red, glowing eyes.

With a sharp bolt upright, Harry awoke in his four poster bed, beads of sweat dripping down his forehead. After a few calming breaths, the Gryffindor plopped back down, laying on his bed, and ran his callused fingers through his bed-messed hair.

'It was only a dream,' Harry thought, breathing a sigh of relief.

In all actuality this dream wasn't as near as bad as the ones that normally tormented him. It was just that this one seemed so real, and his body actually felt just as drained as the times he had tossed and turned the entire night with one of his more disturbing nightmares.

"Hey, Harry, are ya up? Don't want to be late for breakfast do you?" Ron's voice cut through the drawn scarlet curtains surrounding Harry's bed.

Yawning, Harry reached for his glasses while sitting up, and pulled back the curtain.

"I'm up," Harry replied to his friend while sitting on the edge of his bed stretching his arms out.

"Ok, I'll meet you in the common ro-," Ron stopped short as he caught a glance of his best friend.

"You ok, Mate?"

Harry looked at his friend curiously through sleepy green eyes.

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, you're all flushed and sweaty. You sure you're feeling well?" Ron asked studying his friend.

"Yeah, I feel ok. Just a little drained....I had a kind of weird dream, but it wasn't anything too bad," the raven haired Gryffindor answered, giving Ron a reassuring, lopsided smile.

"My sisters' not in your bed is she?" Ron teased smirking playfully, earning a sneer from his friend.

"Hey, what's that you got there, Harry?" Ron asked looking at Harry's chest.

"What?" Harry said following Ron's gaze.

What he saw made his eyes widen as big as saucers. There, resting on the outside if his shirt, right at his heart, was a small black vial hanging from a silver chain.

Harry's hands began to tremble, and he could feel the color drain from his face as he looked back up at Ron in total shock.

"Harry, are you sure you're ok? You look really ill. I think you should go see Madam Pomfrey," Ron said, his voice filled with concern.

'What in the name of Merlin is going on?!' Harry thought silently, beginning to remove the necklace in a kind of panic, but stopped, letting it drop back down to his chest, remembering what Harara had told him.

Harry gazed up at Ron, looking like he had just been petrified.

"The dream was real?..." Harry's words were more for himself rather than Ron.

"What are you talking about?" Ron's face now looked more puzzled than concerned as he watched his friend's strange behavior.

Harry sighed, and began telling Ron about his dream, watching as his friend's expression turned from confused, to stunned, and back to confused again.

"Why would Harara give that to you?...What do you think's in it?" Ron asked totally baffled by this.

"I dunno...How'd she even actually get it to me in the first place?...And what am I supposed to do with it?" Harry said, examining the vial in his fingers.

Ron shrugged and shook his head. Even having grown up in the wizarding world, he'd never heard of anything like this before. The pair sat in silence, both absorbed in thoughts about the vial, and how it got there.

Before long there was a firm knock at the door.

"Is everyone decent?" Hermione's voice came muffled through the door.

"Yeah, come in," Ron answered, not taking his eyes away from the little vial.

"Are you two ready yet? I'd like to eat before-" Hermione began as she entered the room, but stopped as soon as she saw their solemn looking faces.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked with worry in her voice as she sat next to Ron, wrapping an arm around his waist.

Harry sighed, becoming frustrated with the mystery.

'Why does everything always have to happen to me?' he thought, and then began repeating what he had told Ron to Hermione, watching her as she had a similar reaction to Ron's.

"Harara said the she was at Malfoy Manor?"

With Hermione's question, a feeling of dread sank into the room like a fine mist. The three of them sat in utter silence, all of them remembering the rumor from last night.

"You do know you have to go to Dumbledor about this, Harry, right?" Hermione's words were half question, half statement.

Harry stood up, and began pacing around the room, dragging his fingers through his raven hair.

"I know, 'Mione...but what about what Harara said? If I go to Dumbledor then I'll have to tell him about the vial..and then he'll more than likely take it away......And besides that, what's Dumbledor going to do? Just barge into Malfoy Manor, and demand to search the place just because of some dream I had?"

"I know, Harry, but this is serious. If Harara really is at Malfoy Manor then only the Gods know what they're going to do to her, or already have done....And anyways, I don't think Dumbledor would take the vial away from you if he really thought it was important that you have it," Hermione said almost pleadingly.

Harry plopped back down on his bed with a frustrated sigh.

"I know, 'Mione. You're probably right...but I just...I don't know. I just have this feeling that I should listen to Harara....I dunno.." Harry said gazing back down at the object hanging from his neck.

"Why don't you two go on down to breakfast. I'm not really that hungry right now," Harry said as he heard a growl from Ron's stomach.

"Don't worry. I'll be ok. I just need some time to think," the raven haired Gryffindor added.

Ron and Hermione exchanged a glance, and then Hermione sighed, looking back to Harry.

"Well, alright, but we're going to talk this through afterwards," Hermione stated. Well, more like demanded.

Harry nodded, and laid back on his bed as his friends headed out of the dorm. He picked up the little object hanging from the chain, looking at it curiously. Tuning it over in his fingers he noticed that the vial itself wasn't actually black. It was the liquid inside that was black.

He laid there for what seemed like ages, yet was only about ten minutes, thinking about the vial, Harara, and what he should do. He knew the right thing would be to go to Dumbledor like Hermione said, but he didn't want the headmaster to take the vial away like he knew he would.

The Gryffindor dropped the small vial inside his shirt, and drummed his fingers on his chest, feeling like there wasn't much he could do.

'I don't even know where Malfoy Manor is, and even if I did I'd have no way to get there...What would I do even if I could get there?......Though it would be almost worth it just to see the look on Lucius Malfoy's face'

Harry's thoughts were interrupted by a soft knock at the door.

"Harry, it's me. Can I come in?" Ginny's voice sent a small spark straight to Harry's stomach.

He sat up in bed against the head board, and ran his fingers through his unruly hair, trying in vain to smooth it out a little.

"Umm..Yeah, you can come in," he said, and watched her as she came into the room, the door closing behind her with a soft click.

Ginny sleekly made her way over to Harry's bed, her baby blue dress clinging to and accenting her curves. Her shoulder length red hair shinning in the rays of sunlight streaming in through the window. When she sat on the bed next to him, Harry noticed that she smelled faintly like strawberries.

"You ok?" Ginny asked staring into Harry's emerald green eyes, taking his hand in hers.

"Ron and Hermione said you weren't coming to breakfast."

Harry let himself become lost in Ginny's soft brown eyes, and smiled comfortingly.

"Oh yes. Much better now," he said as his smile turned into a mischievous grin, his thumb rubbing tight little circles on the back of Ginny's hand.

The red head smirked, and gave Harry a soft and sweet kiss, their lips lingering for a few brief moments.

"I don't know, 'Mr. Potter.' You're looking quite flushed to me," Ginny said in a mock stern voice, grinning mischievously, running one delicate hand over Harry's cloth covered abdomen.

Harry moaned playfully, wrapping an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him.

"Mmmm...I think you're right. I probably should stay in bed a while longer," he purred, drawing her lips to his for another kiss.

Ginny grinned and leaned into the kiss. It was very soft and slow, their wet lips slightly parted and pressed together, embracing lovingly. Harry pulled her closer, running his fingers up her back gently, then down resting just at the top of the clef of her ass.

The red head grabbed the sides of Harry's face, consuming his mouth hungrily. She couldn't get enough of him. His taste that was uniquely Harry. His smell. His touch. The feeling he put behind each one of their kisses, like there was no one else in the world except the two of them.

Harry pulled Ginny onto his lap, never breaking his lips away from hers as she straddled him, wrapping her arms around his neck. His tongue invaded her mouth, searching and memorizing each crevice, holding her tightly flush with his body, his growing erection trapped between them.

He trailed soft, wet kisses down her chin, then devoured the silky skin of her neck. Harry licked his way up Ginny's neck until he was gently sucking on the lobe of her ear, loving the taste of her flesh, her strawberry smell invading his senses. His hands smoothed their way up her tight body, until he was cradling one breast in his strong hand, the other scratching small patterns on her back.

Harry claimed Ginny's lips in a heated, needy kiss. The red head ground her body against his, little sighs and moans being muffled by their kiss. His hands kneaded the flesh of her breast, his finger tips lightly caressing her nipples through the material of her clothes, his gentle touches making small gasps escape her.

Ginny ran her fingers though his dark hair, and traced them down the back of his neck, over his shoulders, finally caressing his chest. She could feel his arousal rubbing against her, and it excited her that she was the one to cause such a reaction. Tentative fingers roamed down the front of Harry's body, and ever so lightly brushed against the head of his cock.

The young wizard released a throaty moan into their kiss as her fingers gently massaged him through his pants, causing his hips to involuntarily buck up. He captured Ginny's lower lip in his mouth, suckling it gently. His tongue darted into her mouth with wild, lust filled passion as she timidly stroked, drawing deep groans from him into their kiss.

An electric surge rushed through Harry, and he could feel all control beginning to slip away. With an animalistic growl, Harry grabbed a hold of Ginny's hand, stopping it's movements. Their lips broke away, and Harry rested his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes, both teens flushed with passion, their breathing heavy and uneven.

"If we don't stop now, I'll never be able to," Harry's words were low and almost raspy.

Ginny stared intently into Harry's lust darkened green eyes, releasing her hold on his cock, and running her hands over the muscles of his chest.

"I want this, Harry. I need you, and love you. I want to be closer to you," she said in silk tones, planting small kisses along the smooth contours of his face, ending with a soft, brief kiss on the lips.

Harry reached for his wand laying on the bedside table, and pointed it at the dorm room door. With a lazy wave and a few muttered words he placed locking and repelling charms on the room, and then placed it back to it's spot on the table.

Grinning widely, the red head removed Harry's glasses, and carefully placed them on the table next to his wand. His eyes were a deep, beautiful sparkling green, and looked big and full of emotion unobscured by the round lenses.

With delicate, soft fingers Ginny combed through Harry's untamed, ebony locks, playfully jostling them, and then let one hand travel down the back of his neck, stopping at the base, and massaging the firm muscles beneath his skin. She trailed one docile finger over his lightening bolt shaped scar, then kissed it lovingly. The touch and soft kiss was gentle and very intimate. No one had ever touched Harry in such a way before, and it made his heart pound against his chest, his grip around her waist tightening as he pulled her in for another slow and sweet kiss.

Their lips meshed together perfectly, and their tongues danced together rhythmically as Ginny began slowly unbuttoning Harry's shirt. As the last button became free, Harry leaned forward, and let the garment slide off his broad shoulders, and threw it to the ground.

Ginny ran her finger tips across the landscape of Harry's upper body, relishing in the feeling of his exposed skin, briefly teasing his nipples between her fingers making him gasp, and playfully nip at her tongue.

The red head pulled back from the kiss, grinning, looking into Harry's eyes. In one smooth, practiced movement, Ginny grasped the bottom of her dress, and pulled it up and off, letting it fall to the floor, leaving her wearing nothing but matching, lacy, soft blue bra and panties.

Harry's hands lightly smoothed up the soft flesh of Ginny's thighs, up her sides, and around to her back, caressing her smooth skin. His finger tips traveled up her back, and unclasped her bra with only a small amount of fumbling. The item slid slowly off her shoulders, revealing perky breasts that were just the right size, pink nipples standing at attention. Harry lazily tossed the garment aside, and pulled Ginny to him, engaging her lips in a searing kiss, loving how her naked breasts pressed against him in their tight embrace.

Without releasing the girl’s full lips, Harry placed his hands firmly at the sides of Ginny's waist, and pushed her off his lap, laying her gently on the bed. Their tongues dueled in heated passion, hands roaming and exploring each other with soft caresses and rubs.

It took every bit of self control he had not to pound the sexy Gryffindor into the mattress, but he knew he should go slow, and he wanted these feelings to last. He trailed his lips down her neck, kissing and tasting, tickling his tongue over the flesh. Harry nibbled his way down the slope of her neck, reaching her heaving chest. A tentative tongue slid over the curve of her breast, and swirled around the peek of her erect nipple, causing Ginny to moan and wiggle under him.

Harry cradled her breasts in his hands, and slowly licked the areola surrounding her nipple, then sucked it completely into his warm mouth, his actions causing Ginny's panties to be soaked with her fluids. His hands ran across her body, touching softly as he licked and sucked each of Ginny's nipples in turn, delighting in the small gasps and moans he caused.

He licked his way down Ginny's firm tummy, and circled his tongue around and dipped into her naval. Harry kissed, licked, and nibbled at every inch of exposed flesh of Ginny's upper body, taking note of any sensitive spots, wanting to taste and discover all of her. Wanting to map her body out, and then conquer it.

Gentle fingers caressed Ginny's thighs as Harry kissed his way down from her naval, and licked across the exposed skin above her panty line. His soft tongue caressed over the curve of her hip, and roamed down the inside of her thigh, placing small, hungry bites every now and then on her soft skin.

Harry's strong hands smoothed down Ginny's stomach as he continued kissing and licking his way down her leg. His fingers caught inside the waist of her panties, bringing them down with him as his tongue traveled over the rise and fall of her knee.

Sitting up on the end of the bed, Harry removed her panties, and tossed them aside, staring intensely into her eyes. He took her foot between his hands, massaging it, and placing soft, little kisses on her toes, his eyes scanning the canvas of her body. Kneading hands moved up her calves, his tongue following suit behind. Harry rubbed and licked up the insides of her thighs, spreading her legs apart, exposing the full folds of her pussy.

Her scent entered his nostrils, and he breathed it in deeply, savoring it in his senses. He ran his tongue over his lips before planting a soft kiss on the engorged flesh of her sex, drawing a gasp from Ginny. Meekly, Harry began touching the outer lips of Ginny's pussy, watching her eye's flutter close as her legs began to spread wider apart, giving him better access to her wet and needy pussy. He ran a finger down the inside of her slit, her hips bucking up as he caressed over a particularly sensitive spot. He watched her face and listened to her soft moans, paying attention to what seemed to make her feel good as he spread her swollen lips apart, his fingers exploring every region of her sex.

Wandering fingers found her clit, and began rubbing in tight, small circles as he slid a finger inside her, feeling her muscles clamp around the digit as a deep moan escaped her lips. He replaced the fingers on her clit with his tongue, licking and suckling gently, his other finger moving at a slow rhythm in and out of her tight box, the tip making contact and rubbing against the thin membrane of her hymen.

Ginny ran her fingers through Harry's hair, her eyes closed tight, her body lightly trembling. His tongue explored all of her folds and soft crevices, her tangy taste exciting him. He felt Ginny begin to thrust up against his mouth, her hold on his hair tightened, as she began mumbling incoherently and moaning deeply, her legs wrapped around his head tightly.

He gave her pussy one last lick as the tremors in her body subsided, and began slithering up the length of her body, hovering over her, propping himself up between her legs. Ginny caressed Harry's toned back as he drew her lips into a delicate kiss. She could taste her on on his tongue, and she thrusted her hips up against him, feeling little sparks travel through her, thinking about the immense pleasure he just gave her, wanting to make him feel just as good.

The red head softly licked and kissed the flesh of Harry's neck pressing herself against his body, wanting to be as close as possible. Her hands roamed the pallet of his back, traveling down to the curve of his ass, bucking up against his painfully hard cock. She hooked her fingers inside the waist band of his sweat pants, and began pushing them down, sliding her body down underneath him, trailing her tongue across his body as she did so.

Ginny nipped and kissed her way down his chest as he hovered over her, supporting himself on hands and knees. She came face to face with his raging hard shaft, his pants now pooled around his knees, which he lifted briefly with ease, and finally slid the garment off.

She gave the engorged flesh a tentative lick, and then engulfed the head in her hot mouth, drawing a low moan from him. He was in ecstasy as her lips traveled down his length, and gentle hands cupped his sack. Her loving mouth began moving at a slow, torturing speed, and Harry couldn't help but thrust into her mouth. The sensations her lips and tongue were giving him felt like heaven, her hot mouth enveloping him like warm velvet.

Harry could feel the pressure in him begin to rise, and he immediately grabbed a hold of the girl under him, and pulled away before she caused him to explode. Ginny pushed her way back up the length of Harry's upper body, resting back against the pillows with him engulfing her in an embrace, hovering over her, trying not to crush her with his body weight.

Their lips moved together like a pair of magnets, mouths opening and tongues caressing, swirling around together in a passionate trance. Ginny felt Harry's cock rubbing at her entrance as he pulled his lips away from hers, and looked into her eyes. A gentle hand rubbed small circles on the soft skin of Ginny's cheek as she stared into his emerald eyes, his gaze putting her at total ease.

"Are you sure?" Harry asked, his voice a soft whisper.

"Make love to me, Harry," and with that she leaned against him, capturing his mouth in a deep, steamy kiss.

The raven haired Gryffindor, released her lips, and brought a hand to his mouth, dropping a rich amount of saliva in it, then coated the length of his cock before positioning himself at her entrance. As he vigorously claimed the red heads lips, Harry began to push into her slowly and gently, feeling her tight walls begin to engulf him. As he felt the head of his cock come in contact with her barrier he stopped momentarily, and kissed the silky skin of her neck.

Ginny ran her hands down Harry's back until they were resting on his hips.

"Please take me, Harry," she whispered through short breaths.

Her words were all the invitation he needed as he, thrusting hard, tore through her thin hymen, bottoming out inside her as a loud groan arose from Ginny's throat. He held still, his shaft totally encased in her warm sex, letting her adjust to his size. He pulled back, looking into her eyes, running his fingers through her red tresses.

"You ok, Love?" he asked, concerned that he may have hurt her as a single tear traveled down her cheek.

Ginny gave him a reassuring smile, and nodded her head, affirming that she was fine. Harry reached a soft tongue out, and licked away her tear before beginning to move his hips, extracting his cock to the head, and then pushing slowly back into her. After a few trial thrusts, Harry began to develop a slow rhythm, moving in and out of her entrance, her tight walls milking and jacking his length.

His lips met hers again, her tongue darting into his mouth, her hips beginning to buck up, meeting his long thrusts. He began to pick up the pace, intense pleasure flickering across his body like flames dancing.

It wasn't long before he lost all control of the sound escaping his lips, and thoughts running through his head as he moaned loudly, his orgasm beginning to take hold of his body. As he began releasing his cum deep inside her with a final thrust, a warm energy began coursing between them, centering on their crushed together chests. It was like nothing either of them had ever felt before, and a bright light began engulfing the couple.

The light floated down around them like a damp mist until it completely faded from sight. The couple stared into each others eyes, the confusion apparent in both of them.

"What just happened?" Ginny's tone was low and worried.

"I...I dunno..." Harry replied, pulling slowly out of her, and plopping down on the bed next to her, drawing her into a warm embrace.

"What I do know is that I love you, and what we just did was the most brilliant thing I have ever experienced," he said placing a loving kiss on the top of her head.

Ginny smiled brightly up at him, and snuggled into Harry's chest, sighing contentedly, then pulled back, with a curious look in her eyes.

"Harry, what happened to your pendant? Wasn't it black before?"

Harry looked down at his chest, and stared at the pink vial hanging from a chain around his neck. He had forgotten all about the vial and the dream when Ginny had come into his room.

"You don't think that has anything to do with what just happened do you?" she asked looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Worry began to sink back into Harry, and his thoughts rushed around in his head. That's when the feeling of complete dread began to course through him. With a violent jolt up right, Harry began to panic, now knowing what was in the vial around his neck. The Dementor's Potion. He felt like he had a bomb tapped to his chest, as he began to jump out of bed, scouring around the room looking for his glasses and something to wear.

"Harry, calm down. What's going on?" Ginny was filled with worry as she watched her boyfriend panicking.

The red head approached him, and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, pressing her naked body against his half clothed one. Harry turned around, and held her in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Gin. This isn't how I wanted to spend our the first moments after we were together for the first time...But I have to go talk to Dumbledor. Something is very wrong," Harry said, holding her close against him, wishing he could just stay here with her for hours, but knew he couldn't.

"It's ok, Harry. Just know I'm here for if you need some help or just need to talk," she said with sincerity in her voice.

"Thank you, Gin. I love you."

Ginny's words echoed his last three, and the couple engaged in a soft kiss before beginning to dress.

When they were both clothed, they found themselves down in the common room, kissing deeply.

"Is everything going to be ok? I'm worried," Ginny said breaking away from their kiss, holding close to him.

"I don't know, Ginny......Do you know if they found Harara last night?" Harry asked hoping against hope.

"No. Hermione said this morning that she still didn't come back to the dorm all last night," she answered with a shake of her head.

Harry sighed at the answer he had silently predicted hearing. He placed his fingers on her chin, tilted her head up, and kissed her sweetly before saying his good-byes and heading straight to Dumbledor's office.

When he reached the stone gargoyle, and said the password he remembered from last night, he was happy to find that it hadn't been changed. He made his way through the hidden door, up the moving staircase, and then knocked firmly on the Headmaster's office door. When no one answered his knock, Harry turned the knob, and poked his head in the room.

"Headmaster Dumbledor, Sir?" he said, piering into the round room, and finding it empty.

Harry quietly stepped into the office, trying to think of where the Headmaster might be. He made his way, stepping softly over to the fireplace, and wondered if it would be possible to use floo powder to find Dumbledor, but brushed that thought away just as quickly as it had come.

'Why is everything always such a mess? Why would Harara give me something so dangerous?......And what the hell do I expect Dumbledor to do about all this? If I tell him about this, then he's going to have to go through all the legalities before he can even step foot inside Malfoy Manor. For all we know, by that time Harara could be dead....Damn Malfoy! How can he be such a ruddy bastard?!' he thought to himself, feeling the anger in him rise.

His fingers slowly sifted through the fine, chalky floo powder laying in the small dish on the marble mantle.

'I bet Malfoy Manor is hooked up to the floo network.........'

After several minutes of internal battle, Harry finally made up his mind that someone had to do something, because it sure as hell wasn't likely that anyone else would any time soon.

Ever the brave Gryffindor, Harry scoped a liberal amount of the finely grained powder up, and threw it into the fire, watching as the flames be a b a bright green. Placing his hands in his robes, he quickly withdrew his wand, and took off his glasses. He didn't even notice the tall man wearing black robes who swept into the room as he stepped into the dancing green flames, and firmly said, "Malfoy Manor."

~TBC~
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