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Rejection: A Double-Edged Sword	By : brooklynvtc Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 21247 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
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A/N: This is a warning that things get a little… graphic in this chapter. Meaning the sexual kind.
Chapter Twenty-Three
The sun's rays had just risen over the horizon, when Ginny woke. Her brain was fuzzy, as it took its time to wake up fully. But during that time, she had trouble working out where she even was... or what she was laying on top of...
Disoriented, Ginny lifted her head and opened her groggy eyes - and was shocked to see Harry, snoozing away underneath her. His glasses askew and his nose flaring with his every breath. And even a shadow of stubble growing on his face.
At first, she was perplexed at why he was there... in her bed. Then her memories from the day before came rushing back. It was such a horrible, emotionally-wrought day...
But then Harry had swooped in, and made it all better with only a bag of muffins... and it could have ended the day just fine for her like that. But then, he had to be so sweet as to embrace her as she had burst into tears - feeling so overwhelmed by the kind gesture, after such an awful day.
And not only did he embrace her, he had continued to hold her as he silently decided to stay with her through the night. He was more than what she deserved... but what she realized last night was that she needed him in her life. No matter if it was in a romantic way or not, she could avoid him, no longer.
Because Dean had been right about one thing... Harry was always around to save the day for her... whether it be from Tom Riddle, from her own hunger, or conquering her own loneliness - Harry would always be there to save the day. He would always be that hero in her life.
And no matter how much it pained her to not mean more to him than friendship, she would take all that he was willing to offer her. Because it was more painful to not have Harry be a prominent part of her life than the pain of just being friends.
As Ginny watched Harry sleep, she couldn't help but marvel at how peaceful he looked as he slept... His face was so open, so unmarred by any lines of worry or responsibility- as it was when he was awake.
Hesitantly, Ginny lifted her hand up to inspect his face with her touch. Her fingers brushed back his messy, jet-black hair, and she was surprised at how soft it felt to the touch. From how thick his hair appeared to be, she would have thought that his hair would have a coarse texture. Instead, the strands felt like silk. Ginny had found another reason to be obsessed with his hair… as she was quickly becoming overly fond of touching it.
It was then that Ginny's sight caught on the lightning bolt scar on Harry's forehead. In all honesty, Ginny sometimes forgot that Harry even had the famous scar at all, because of his habit of hiding it with the fringe of his hair. But it was at that moment, Ginny realized that she had never been this close to seeing his scar, at all. And despite herself, she found herself dying with curiosity.
Hesitantly, letting her fingers fall from his hair, they traced down from his black locks, to his forehead. But before she could lay a finger on the famous mark of the 'Chosen One', she found her finger freezing in place just a fraction of an inch away from it - for some reason, she found the act that she was about to commit was strangely erotic. Ginny could hardly breathe, mostly from self-infliction as she was holding her breath, and took the leap, touching the scar.
A flash of heat shot up her arm, a magic that Ginny had never felt before in such a strong capacity. But she had felt it in small ways… whenever Harry held her hand, or held her in his arms, she would feel a similar – albeit, in a smaller – form of heat shoot up from wherever they were touching.
As soon as Ginny had touched his scar, Harry whimpered in his sleep, then groaned in a purely guttural, and sensual fashion. Ginny found herself panting at the overwhelming sensations as she felt her sex react to them, as well as Harry's subconscious reaction.
Finally, it was too much for Ginny to bear without also caving into her need and touching where she so desperately needed to be touched. So, she forced her fingers away… trying to catch her breath as well as her right mind.
It took a long moment for her to calm down from the bizarre occurrence that happened just from Ginny touching his scar. And when she did calm down, she thought it best to keep her touch far away from his forehead.
Instead, she felt that it was safer for her to inspect other places of his face. So, she traced her fingertips along his angular jaw line... Ginny frowned, perplexed, wondering when had he exactly gotten that?
Probably when he had grown more handsome than usual this last summer... her thoughts mused back at her.
Biting her lip, her fingers traced other parts of his face... his cheeks, his nose, his chin... until finally, she couldn't help but to trace his lips as well. And found them to be so... soft, and pliant. Ginny couldn't imagine the lips she was currently touching to have a kiss as bruising as Dean's kiss had been.
A part of her was saddened at the fact that she could only wonder at what Harry's kiss would be like... but the rest of her just basked in the whole fantasy of it. She knew that he would always be gentle with her, but not in a way that made it seem as though she were made of glass. He would just be aware of how much she could handle.
But just because he would be gentle, didn't mean that Harry wouldn't ever be passionate. She could imagine, in her mind's eye, the way he would run his hands along her thighs, before hiking one leg up around his hip to allow room for him in between. How he would tangle his fingers in her hair, angling her face in just the right position for his mouth to take hers...
Ginny squirmed around just at the thought, trying to quell the heat between her legs. But as she squirmed, she adjusted her position on top of Harry lower than she had been...
What the BLOODY Merlin...?!
Poking her right on the hip, was Harry Potter's manhood. And not just his manhood... his erect manhood.
She, Ginny Weasley was feeling, at first hand, Harry Potter's morning wood...
Ginny bit her lip harder as to stifle her moan... she couldn't possibly believe that this was happening! It would probably be the one and only time that she would ever feel Harry's erection...
Unless…
Her thoughts started moving a mile a minute.
Unless, she had another meltdown, and Harry decided to spend the night again to make her feel better... maybe then she would accidentally feel his hardness again. Ginny wondered if it would be alright to fake being upset, just to make that happen. As she had only woken up to him in her bed this one time, and she already found herself addicted.
As she thought this, all of her focus was on Harry's erection, and how it felt against her. She couldn't exactly tell the size of him, as his trousers kept him well contained, but what she did know was that he was large.
Ginny squirmed once again, to get a tad bit more comfortable - as well as to alleviate the wetness she felt soiling her panties. And as a result of her squirming, Harry groaned again in his sleep, and she actually felt his erection twitch against her hip!
Alarm bells went off in her mind. She knew that this was wrong, that she should move away from him, but she had a difficult time doing so...
Ginny took a deep breath, and held it, before forcing herself off of his body entirely, and away from the temptation.
Such a big movement woke Harry, as his eyes snapped open to stare right into her wide gaze.
Ginny wondered what she must look like to him... eyes as wide as a child getting caught doing something troublesome... and on top of that, her hair must be a complete mess, her eyes puffy from all of her crying the night before, and her lips swollen from Dean's rough, bruising kiss.
But, at the sight of her, Harry smiled. He didn't laugh at her appearance, or look at her in disgust. No, he smiled at her as though he were genuinely glad to see her. Ginny felt the need to swoon in the form of a sigh, but she managed to suppress it. What did she do to deserve him? He was just so good to her... so caring. It didn't go beyond Ginny's notice that if they were a couple, it would be the perfect moment to share a kiss.
"Hi." Harry said, his throat scratchy from a whole night of being unused.
Despite herself, Ginny felt herself warm to his presence and she couldn't help but smile back at him. "Hello."
Harry smiled wider as he put his arms over his head to stretch his entire body, until he was satisfied. But as he stretched, his shirt hiked up a bit and Ginny caught sight of bare skin...
She couldn't help but stare, especially when her eyes caught onto the still-prominent bulge in his trousers. She stared, until she was distracted by Harry turning his body on his side to face her. Her eyes snapped up to his face, which held a slight frown, and a perplexed pucker between his eyes. At first, Ginny thought that she had been caught looking at his private anatomy.
"How are you feeling?" Harry asked, worriedly, and her fears subsided. He had only been concerned about her state of mind. And it was no wonder, after last night...
Ginny smiled at him, and replied, "Better." Before biting her lip, and looking down in embarrassment. "I'm sorry for losing it last night..."
Before she even finished, Harry was shaking his head, lifting her chin with his finger. "Don't worry about it. I-I wanted to take care of you..." Harry coughed, and his hand reached up to pull at the collar on his shirt, trying to loosen it. "But, um, I was wondering... do you regret what you did... um, yesterday, I mean?"
Ginny looked at him oddly, before understanding came to her. "You mean breaking things off with Dean?"
Harry nodded, seeming slightly uneasy for some reason.
"No." Ginny shook her head. "It was towards the end of that... well, let's call it, disaster, where I was really starting to doubt our relationship. And you know what? That was when I remembered the promise I made you during the summer. Do you remember?"
Harry's started to smile. "It was the day we sat at the pond. I had you promise me that if you had any doubts that you would seriously reconsider your relationship with him."
Ginny nodded, indicating that what he remembered was correct. "And now, looking back, I realize that I had many doubts... ones that I should have seriously reconsidered. But I guess I just kept telling myself that Dean and I were in a relationship for a reason... and that reason should be fought for. The problem is, that I forgot the reason why we were even together... and I realized that as soon as I saw you in the common room yesterday." Ginny blushed, embarrassed for admitting it out loud. "I kept hearing your voice inside my head, telling me that since I was doubting, I should reconsider..."
Harry grinned, "At least I sound smart in your mind."
Ginny laughed and hit him slightly on the shoulder. "You're practically a Professor! Trust me. You're smart."
Harry mock pouted and rubbed at the shoulder she just hit, before - in a flash - he grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. And what surprised her even more, was the kiss that he planted on her forehead.
"You deserve far better than Dean Thomas, Gin..." Harry whispered as he rested his cheek on top of her head. "In fact, you deserve the world."
Ginny melted inside at the combination of the kiss on her forehead, the embrace he willingly gave her, and his nickname for her - the name she would only allow him to use.
If only I was enough to deserve you, Harry Potter...
Ginny knew that this thought reminded her of the decision she had made last night. It was while being held in Harry's arms, Ginny couldn't even fathom the idea of getting that close with anyone else. Thus, coming to the conclusion that it was best for her to be single for a long while. Because, not only would it be unfair to the poor bloke she would constantly compare to Harry... but it wouldn't be fair to herself. As Ginny didn't think that she was up for another emotionally tremulous relationship when she deeply fancied someone else.
With the thought of the person she fancied in question, she pressed her cheek more deeply to his chest. She closed her eyes and sighed, wishing for things that Harry wasn't willing to give her...
"So..." Harry said, speaking up when she didn't say anything. "Can I ask you something?"
Ginny merely nodded, still somewhat lost in her thoughts.
"Why have you been avoiding me?"
Eyes popping wide open, Ginny's head shot up and she turned to look at him. His body seemed a bit disturbed by her abrupt movement, but he quickly got over it and soon stared levelly at her, quirking an eyebrow in question.
"Y-you noticed that?" Ginny asked, nervously tucking a strand of hair behind her ear.
Harry nodded. "It's kind of hard not to, when you are in the hospital wing and one of your closest friends somehow doesn't have the time to stop by... no matter how much I asked and pestered about you."
Ginny bit her lip, feeling immensely guilty and now unable to meet his eye. "I-I've been a bit... conflicted about things, lately."
Harry reached out and took her hand - in a form of comfort, no doubt. Not anything else, despite how much Ginny wished otherwise. But as soon as he touched her, she felt that small heat once again. "What sort of things?"
Like the fact that I am fighting my feelings for you...
"It mostly had to do with Dean..." Ginny said, knowing that it was only half of the truth. "It wasn't just you that I avoided. I really just needed some time to myself... to figure out my thoughts."
Finally finding the courage to look up at him again, it was to see Harry contemplating her explanation. "I'm really sorry for not coming to see you."
Harry's eyes met hers and he shrugged off her apology. "It was very lonely in the hospital wing... but I forgive you. And I know the perfect way for you to make it up to me..."
Intrigued, Ginny couldn't help the tilt of her head and the arch of her eyebrow in curiosity. "And what's that?"
Harry shrugged nonchalantly. "Other than undying loyalty and a lifetime of servitude?" Ginny hit his shoulder again, while Harry laughed. "No, mostly I just want you to accept your new position..."
Ginny frowned in confusion. "Position?" She asked.
Harry nodded, seemingly unable to keep the smile from growing on his face. "Your position as Co-Captain for the Gryffindor Quidditch team. I figure with all the work that I'm bound to have this year, I'm going to need the extra help, and-"
Before he could finish, Ginny launched herself into his arms, practically on top of him. "Yes! Oh, Merlin, yes!" Ginny exclaimed, hardly able to believe it. Then pulling away to look down at his own excited eyes, it was to see the happiness in them matching her own. "This isn't a joke, right? You aren't trying to trick me, are you? Because Merlin knows that if this is just a prank, Harry Potter, I swear on Godrick's ballsack that the things that I will inflict on you-"
She was interrupted by Harry's laughter. "No, this isn't a trick. I really do want you to be my Co-Captain!"
Ginny could only beam at him in awe, and found that she couldn't stop nodding.
"Does that nod constitute as a yes?" Harry asked, bloody well already knowing the answer.
Ginny merely continued to nod vigorously, still not able to find the words to express her excitement or gratitude.
Why did he have to be so perfect to her? He always made everything better, without even trying. Just his presence alone brightened her day.
Harry smiled at her silent acceptance. "Then I guess congratulations are in order!"
Finally finding her voice again, Ginny grinned back at him. "Yes, thank-you, so much! For everything. Now, let's celebrate with a nice, large breakfast!"
She could feel her stomach on the verge of growling... and she sat up from on top of him, and peaked out of her curtains to check if the coast was clear.
Shaking his head in mock dismay, Harry couldn't help but jibe in a teasing tone, "Forgive me. I forgot that Weasleys have an appetite that needs to be tended to before the appropriate times."
Ginny quickly closed the curtains and mock glared at him in return. "Shh! Don't make me bat-bogey you..."
Harry merely chuckled softly and kept his mouth shut, just as she asked. And sat up as well, grabbing for his broom he had accioed on the bed, last night.
Ginny peaked through the curtains again, and got a better look at the closed curtains of her dorm mates beds. Soft snoring could be heard echoing around the room, and Ginny sighed in relief. Then, she turned back to Harry and motioned for him to follow her. Harry nodded and together, they both left the wonderful privacy of her bed.
Ginny tried to open the window as silently as she could, but a few squeaks broke through the air, and with each squeak, they both cringed.
When the window was finally open wide enough for Harry to get through, Harry turned and put his mouth to Ginny's ear, whispering, "I'll meet you down there, Gin."
When he stepped back from her, Ginny smiled at him and nodded. Then with one last grin at her, Harry mounted his broom and flew out the window. Ginny watched until he was out of sight as he rounded to the other side of the tower - before she turned back to her dorm, looking for something casual to wear for the last day of the weekend...
...
Harry flew through his dorm room window, and landed with the softest thud he could manage. Quickly getting off his broom, Harry still couldn't believe how uncomfortable it was to fly with a hard-on... a large part of him still considered it a miracle that Ginny hadn't accidentally brushed against it when he had so carelessly pulled her on top of him for a hug.
But he really couldn't help it... all of the blood from his brain had been - and still currently was - in his dick. And sure, he could chalk it up to just being the morning... but the fact of the matter was, that Ginny was so damn sexy in the morning. The best sight he could possibly wake up to.
Her mussed up red strands had looked like sex hair... her clothes were rumpled, with her shirt ridden up - showing off her tight abdomen, and cute belly button.
Oh, how he had just wanted to wrap his mouth around that belly button... among other places on her body where he wanted his mouth to be.
She hadn't been wearing a bra underneath her shirt, either... Harry had known last night, having felt her protruding nipples on his chest as he held her on top of him. But Harry had also noticed the outline of her nipples through her shirt, this morning. He found himself wanting to nip at them softly with his teeth...
His cock twitched with interest in his trousers - which couldn't comfortably contain his erect length. And Harry fought to stifle a groan, his hand going down to adjust himself.
But that one touch made it worse, as he was so desperately turned-on, that his touch only added fuel to the fire.
Harry knew that he had to take care of it, before he went down to see Ginny again. Otherwise, he would risk something embarrassing happening to him in front of her.
Deciding, Harry leaned his broom against his bed, and grabbed a towel with a change of clothes. Before, hastily making his way into the bathroom and shutting the door.
Harry turned on the water to the shower, and quickly took off his glasses and stripped while he waited for the water to warm up.
Seeing his achingly hard length still managed to surprise him, as it wasn't a normal sight he would see before he started falling for Ginny...
Now, he was so hard, his cock stood straight up against his abdomen... but it made sense, seeing as he hadn't been able to beat off since before he wound up in the hospital wing.
A problem he was going to rectify now.
Harry stepped into the shower, relaxing a bit underneath the hot spray. Before, his hand sneaked down and took a hold of his length - finally free to bring forth his fantasies of Ginny...
They were sneaking around under his invisibility cloak, together. Through the Hogwarts halls on the seventh floor. Somehow, Harry had managed to convince her to help him spy on Malfoy, to see what he was up to. But they hadn't managed to find any trace of the Malfoy heir, and both were getting rather antsy. Ginny couldn't stop squirming besides him, as a red flushed across her cheeks and chest. Where her breasts were only partially hidden by the tight, v-neck sweater she was wearing - which was green to match his eyes.
"What's wrong, Gin?" Harry asked, incredibly concerned. The more that she squirmed, the more she would accidentally bump into him underneath the limited space of the invisibility cloak.
Ginny bit her lip adorably, fidgeting more, as they came to a stop.
"I can't wait any longer, Harry," Ginny breathed, and unexpectedly pushed him over to the wall. "I'm so desperate for you, I can't stand it!"
With that revelation, Ginny's hands came to the belt buckle on his trousers, and started to undo it.
Harry's eyes bugged out, as he immediately caught on to what she was implying. "Wait, you mean here, Gin?!" Harry asked, shocked and amazed at the same time.
Ginny nodded vigorously. "Please. I feel as though I may catch fire from how hot I am for you right now!" Ginny got his trousers down, pulling his briefs down with them, so that his cock sprung free from its confines.
"Besides," Ginny said, licking her lips as her eyes were locked on his erection. "No one can see us under your invisibility cloak..."
Ginny reached out to wrap her fingers around his length, but before her hand could make purchase, Harry stopped her. "Wait, Gin..."
A flash of defiance came to her eyes. "Why? I want you, Harry." Then her face crumbled, showing vulnerability underneath. Her wide eyes pleading at him so innocently. "I need you."
Harry groaned and turned them, so she was the one pressed against the wall now. Then, he kneeled down to his knees in front of her and hiked up her skirt. "Let me take care of you, first..." He said, looking imploringly into her eyes.
"Yes!" Ginny said, her fingers tangling themselves into his hair, "Yes, please!"
Harry smirked at her, before turning his attention to the pleasant sight of her bare cunny right in front of his face. The little minx wasn't wearing any panties...
And it was just as his fantasy counterpart was going to tease her for the vixen she was, when Harry blew his load...
"Ughhhh, Gin..." Harry groaned out loud, as stream after stream of his seed poured out onto the shower floor. Until, he was finally sated, and all traces of it washed down the drain. Relief, pouring through him, at last.
His wank was over embarrassingly fast... but that understandable, as he had gone days without any sort of relief. Harry sighed, still palming his half-hard dick as he vowed that he wouldn't torture himself in such a way again, if he could help it.
Suddenly, the shower curtain was whipped back, startling Harry.
"I knew it!" Dean spat, so much rage in his eyes, which burned into Harry with so much hate.
Harry scrambled to cover his crotch with his hands. "What the hell are you doing?! Get out of here!" Harry yelled, but unable to put much venom behind his words, as there was a level of vulnerability that he felt due to his nudity.
Ron, Seamus and Neville suddenly appeared in the bathroom doorway, their appearances still ruffled up by sleep.
Ron's eyes especially widened in shock as he took in the scene before him... Harry as naked as the day he was born, with Dean exposing him while yelling accusations at him.
"I knew that you liked her!" Dean raged, undeterred by Harry's words or his nudity. "I just heard you! Fantasizing about making Ginny your slut, when you have no business doing so!"
Ron looked about ready to step forward and intervene to teach Dean another lesson, but a rage that was quickly building in Harry became too much. This bastard has stepped over the line one too many times. He was Harry fucking Potter, dammit! And he wasn't about to let this ass talk about the girl he loved like that.
No longer bothered by his own nudity, Harry uncovered his hands from his bare dick, and reared his fist back and shot it right at Dean's jaw. Neville and Seamus cried out at the unexpectedness of the action, while Dean's whole body shot back, and fell to the floor - his hand already up to cover the enviable bruise on his skin...
Stepping out of the shower, Harry grabbed his towel, and wrapped it around his waist. Then, stepping closer so that he was standing over Dean, Harry bent over so that he was face to face with him. And in an eerily calm voice, he said, "You so much as step close or say one word to Ginny again, I will show you the real reason why I am a threat to Voldemort. I dare you to try..."
Dean's eyes were so wide, and he shuttered as Harry straightened, once again. Harry didn't know whether Dean shuttered because Harry had said Voldemort's name, or if he, himself, had actually put the fear of God in him. All that Harry knew, was that he no longer cared... he wouldn't concern himself with Dean Thomas any longer, unless the prat was messing with Ginny. Then, maybe his parents would prove themselves right by the amount of power he would unleash then.
Harry grabbed his clothes, put on his glasses -which were foggy from the steam - and made his way towards the bathroom exit, where Ron, Seamus and Neville stood, silent and with wide eyes. When Harry walked past them, still too angry to say a word. Only Ron followed him over to his trunk, after shutting the bathroom door to give them some privacy, as Neville and Seamus tended to Dean.
"Bloody hell, mate..." Ron breathed, in awe, as Harry angrily put on his clothes.
"I know," Harry seethed, forcefully pushing his head through the hole in his shirt. "Bloody wanker doesn't have any respect for privacy!"
Harry put his boxers on underneath his towel, then threw the towel away from him in frustration. Vaguely, he could hear someone turn off the shower in the other room.
It wasn't any of Dean's bloody business if Harry wanks to thoughts of Ginny! Hermione was right when she said that it was perfectly natural! Plus, Ginny wasn't Dean's property! She wasn't even his property when she and Dean were dating! And that was part of the reason why Harry loved her, because Ginny Weasley was a free spirit. And Harry wouldn't ever dream of tying her down in any way she didn't want to be and forcing her to be something that she wasn't.
Ron was shaking his head in a sort of perplexed awe. "No, mate. You don't understand... when you were threatening Dean back there, your eyes were glowing."
This melted away all of Harry's anger.
"G-glowing?!"
What did Ron mean that his eyes were glowing?! What did that even mean? It couldn't be a side-effect of a spell, because he wasn't even aware he was doing anything magical at all! He fucking hit Dean muggle style, dammit!
"And not only that," Ron continued, hesitant after seeing Harry's initial reaction. Harry tensed as he waited for what else Ron was going to tell him. "You also had a shimmering glow all around you, too. It's really no wonder you scared him shitless..."
Harry didn't blame Dean for that, at least, because just the thought of it scared him, too... especially since he had been so unaware of it. And it was the unawareness of it that reminded him of last year, when he had no control over the Nagini's body when she attacked Mr. Weasley.
Harry had to swallow back vile numerous times, as he tried to push back his uncle's voice in his head... calling him a freak.
He really couldn't help it... it was where his mind automatically went whenever something... odd happened to him. He tried to fight back the idea that he was even a freak among Wizarding standards, as it wasn't normal for wizards or witches to glow when they were angry.
"C-can we just forget about it, for now?" Harry asked, quietly. "At least until I can ask Dumbledore about it...?"
For a fleeting moment, Ron seemed unwilling to let the matter drop. It was obvious to Harry that Ron really was concerned... before Ron let out a heavy sigh and nodded.
Harry smiled in relief, before pulling up his trousers and clapping his mate on the back. Already pushing the disturbing new development to the very back corners of his mind. Then he turned to his trunk, opening it to look to one specific shimmering bag.
"I'll also ignore what it was you were doing in the shower that got Dean so angry..." Ron shuttered in disgust, trying not to picture Harry beating off to thoughts of Ron's own sister.
Harry whirled around and faced him, and was left stunned that Ron didn't want to beat the living daylights out of him for even thinking of Ginny in that way... instead, Ron looked almost... resigned.
"Y-you're not mad?!" Harry asked, completely astonished. As Ron walked towards his own trunk for clothes to change out of his pajamas.
Ron rolled his eyes and shook his head. "I'm not a caveman, you know? I don't get pissed off at the flick of a wand. I have a little thing called common sense." Ron sighed, and relaxed his tensed shoulders. "Besides... it's not as though you can help it..."
Harry nodded, embarrassed but serious all the same, and blurted out, "Hermione says that it's perfectly natural."
He didn't know why he kept referring to Hermione saying that masturbation is natural, but for some bizarre reason, it gave him an odd comfort. Almost as though he had to remind himself that this wasn't 'freakish behavior' like his uncle would probably have him believe... that in this one instance, he was just like any other teenaged boy - horny and desperate for the regular wank.
And if Hermione said that it was natural, then it simply was. Because Hermione was smart and honest about those sort of things.
"Wait one bloody moment!" Ron bellowed, dropping his trousers and shaking Harry from his thoughts. "You talked to Hermione about this?!"
A flush of red came to Harry's cheeks, as he realized what he had just revealed out loud - to Ron of all people - and he shifted his eyes to avoid Ron's. "Er... well, more like she talked at me, about it. She, uh, sort of walked in on me by accident..."
Ron stared at him with wide eyes for a long moment, before he burst out laughing.
"And she-she gave you the sex talk?!" Ron managed to get out through his bellowing laughter. And Harry's found that his embarrassment increased tenfold.
"N-No!" Harry said, defensively. Turning his attention back to his trunk, in order to hide the redness in his cheeks.
"It's scary from how much I can picture it!" Ron laughed, as Harry found the bag that he had been looking for. "Hermione informing you of all sorts of contraception charms you could use, as well as some tips that she read in an outdated sex education book!"
Harry pocketed the bag in his trouser pocket, and slammed his trunk shut in exasperation.
"I'm telling you, that it wasn't like that!" Harry explained in a stressed tone, as he turned to face Ron again. "I was completely mortified when she walked in on me doing... well, that. And she took my embarrassment as shame... so, she tried to appease me by telling me that it was natural! That's all! We didn't get into charms or techniques. She was just as embarrassed as I was, because she is practically my sister!"
Ron looked at Harry with knitted eyebrows, and Harry thought that he had managed to convince him. That is, before Ron raised an eyebrow at him.
"Sure, mate... whatever you say..." Ron said with a devious grin.
Harry huffed, knowing that it wasn't worth the fight.
"Whatever. Let's just go down to breakfast."
That seemed to sufficiently distract Ron, as he hurriedly put on his trousers, and they both stepped towards the door. At least, Harry had thought that it had distracted Ron, but as they were walking down the stairs, Ron had a contemplative look on his face. "I wonder, since Hermione says that it's such a natural thing to do, if she does it, too...?"
Harry blanched. "Ugh! Ron! That's disgusting! I don't want that image in my head! I just told you that Hermione was practically my sister!"
Ron looked sideways at him, and smirked. "Now you know how it feels, don't you, mate?"
Harry was momentarily distracted as they made it to the common room, only to find Ginny nowhere in sight. Which left Harry feeling… disappointed, even though there was logic to her not being there. As with everything that had happened since leaving her dorm this morning, he had taken too long getting ready - and Ginny probably assumed that he had already went down to the Great Hall to wait for her there.
Harry shook himself of the negativity in his thoughts as he reminded himself that he would be seeing Ginny soon, and he smirked deviously back at Ron. Ron's smile dropped when he saw the look on Harry's face, as they walked through the portrait door. "So, is this you finally admitting that you fancy my sister?" Harry asked.
Ron's jaw dropped, and he went immediately on the defensive. "What?! No... I've never admitted to liking Hermione! Where have you gone off and gotten a ridiculous idea like that?!" Ron asked nervously, pulling at his shirt collar.
Harry rolled his eyes. "Come off it, Ron. I know you like her! Why can't you just tell your best mate the truth?"
Ron's face was scrunched up stubbornly for a long moment, before he let out a long sigh and his facial muscles relaxed into uncertainty. "Be-Because, I really don't think that she likes me back. I mean, she's been avoiding me this entire week... huffing, the way that she does, whenever I come into the same room as her."
Harry started laughing outrageously, and Ron's face hardened. "It's not funny, Harry! I really do think that Hermione is upset with me, right now!"
"Ron... mate, Hermione is only upset with you, because you're with Lavender."
This seemed to confuse Ron even more, and Harry never knew him to be more thick-headed about anything more in his life. "She's jealous, mate!" Harry exclaimed. "Hermione is jealous of Lavender, because she fancies you!"
Ron's jaw dropped at this revelation, it seemed as though he had lost his voice. And he still didn't say a word as a look of realization overcame his face, as he really thought about what Harry said. Before a goofy smile overcame his features.
Harry grinned at his friend at they made it to the doors of the Great Hall. "You best break things off with Lavender, before you ask her out, Mate. Hermione might actually say no if she thinks that you are still involved with her."
Ron nodded mutely, as they entered the room for breakfast. Harry immediately spotted Ginny sitting next to Hermione at the table, and his heart thudded with excitement as she spotted him as well, and waved him over to join them.
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