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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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A/N: I know that some of you are frustrated with me by not having Harry and Ginny together yet… but let me remind you that good things come to those who wait. I already have an epic plan for how I want them to get together, so you just have to be a little patient as I set things in motion. It will only be a few more chapters, yet.
And just as a reminder, it has only been about a week and a half since they have started school in this story. I know that is hard to believe from how many chapters there are already, but from their perspective, it would seem sort of sudden if I just threw them together.
But don't worry! I'm not going to be going day-by-day for each chapter until I feel the time is finally right, and am actually going to do another short time-lapse to speed things along.
Again, sorry for upsetting some of you who wanted a quick romance. But I happen to be the type of person who LOVES a slow-burning one. As it is much more satisfying when they finally do get together.
Just know that, Harry and Ginny... it is happening, and it's happening soon!
Now, with that being said, the selfish part of me wants your love. So please leave a review? (:
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Chapter Twenty-Seven
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If anyone saw Ginny Weasley at that moment, they would come to a simple conclusion…
Ginny Weasley was undeniably… furious.
That much could be perceived by the brisk, stomping pace she set down the corridors with her wand clenched tightly in her fist – armed at the ready.
Ginny had tried to think of a clever idea for revenge against Dean, but the more that she thought over all that her ex-boyfriend had done, the angrier she got… until it got to the point, where she felt the overwhelming need to hex the bogies right out of Dean Thomas.
Finally, she made it up to the Fat Lady's portrait, and hissed out the password before the Fat Lady could even ask for it. The Fat Lady huffed in irritation at Ginny, before opening – but not before adding a comment on how rude the painting thought Ginny was.
Ginny clenched her jaw, and ignored the comment. Immediately stepping through the portrait hole, and making her way towards the stairs that led to the boys' dormitories. She didn't even pay attention to if there were any other students in the common room. She was so distracted by the red haze in her vision, that she merely stomped up the boy's stairs without another thought.
Until, finally, she made it to what she assumed to be the sixth-year boys' dorm.
Readying herself with a deep breath and tightening her fist on her wand, Ginny pushed open the door.
The room was an absolute disaster. Clothes were thrown all about, and the distinct smell of teenage boy reeked up the surrounding area.
But this didn't bother Ginny in the slightest. Seeing as she had grown up with six older brothers and grown quite used to the mess and the testosterone-based smell.
Her eyes immediately scanned each of the beds, only to find that most of them were empty. Empty... until her eyes landed on the last bed - which was occupied.
Ginny froze in the doorway when she spotted him. It was so strange to seem him like this... on his side, with tears silently streaming down his cheeks…
Ginny's heart clenched at the sight of him – her anger disappearing - and she knew that she simply had to go to him.
Crossing the floor in a few great strides, Ginny paused when she stood in front of him, silently.
Harry's eyes widened as he took in her presence, and immediately, he bolted upright into a sitting position - wiping his cheeks hastily.
"Gin..." Harry breathed, somehow seeming wary and grateful for her presence at the same time.
Ginny didn't say a word. Instead, she climbed over his body, to lay on the other side of the bed with him. But before settling herself down, Ginny reached over Harry and closed his bed-hangings, then set up numerous privacy charms.
Setting her wand down on the side, Ginny turned to see Harry, still upright, staring at her with wide eyes. Almost as though he thought that he had just been caught doing something shameful.
Ginny gave him a small, reassuring smile and reached out to him. Grabbing his arm, she tugged him closer and Harry came willingly. She settled him on top of her... with his cheek so close to her breasts, but also to her heart. Then, she wrapped her arms around him, and rested her chin atop his head, breathing in his scent.
Harry was tense for a long moment, before he finally relaxed against her, and wrapped his arms around her torso, hugging her to him.
They were silent for a long while, with Harry just listening to her heartbeat, as Ginny breathed in his unique musk and listened to each one of his breaths. She couldn't believe how much she has grown to care for Harry and how much they have grown to care about each other. It was rather disorienting as she tried to think about when it had exactly happened. But she decided that it didn't matter when it happened, only that it did.
Finally, Harry inhaled as he prepared to speak. "You aren't going to ask me what's wrong?" He whispered against her collarbone.
Ginny sighed and turned to rest her cheek on Harry's head instead. "Not unless you want me to… besides, if you want to tell me, then you will tell me. I'm not going to pressure you, or anything…"
Harry nodded against her, and then was silent again. And Ginny wondered if he really didn't want to tell her what was wrong with him. And inwardly resolved herself to be alright with that.
But then, much to her surprise, Harry spoke again. And he told her everything. About the Deathly Hallows being real, about how his father's invisibility cloak was one of them, how Dumbledore had given him the Resurrection Stone, how he had met his parents and saw Sirius again.
Then, how he introduced Ron and Hermione to his parents, and he expressed that he had wanted Ginny to be there as well. How his mum was angry about Snape, and how his dad and Sirius revealed that Snape was in love with his mum. And how his mum had wanted Harry to give Snape the Resurrection Stone. And finally, how he and his mum had an argument over it, before Harry thrusted the stone into Hermione's hand and stormed off…
Ginny listened in silent shock and awe of his story, never once interrupting as she quietly listened.
Harry was finished recounting his tale after revealing that he left the Room of Requirement. And Ginny finally felt that it was finally alright to say something. "Wow…" She breathed. "I can't believe that the Deathly Hallows are real… and that you actually got to meet your parents! Not to mention, seeing Sirius again!"
This caused Harry to sit up as he stared at her with wide eyes. "You-You actually believe me?"
Ginny frowned in confusion and sat up herself. "Of course. Why wouldn't I? You've never given me reason to not believe you, before."
Harry pursed his lips, and Ginny could see that he was trying to suppress a smile. Something that she wished he wouldn't do… His smile had been so rare for a long while last year, that she basked in the sight of it every time.
"It's just that, Ron and Hermione thought that I was barmy when I told them… and I actually had the Resurrection Stone with me to show them. But with you, all I do is tell you – without any proof, mind you – and you automatically believe me." Harry bit his lip and shook his head slightly before looking shyly up at her once again. "I-I guess that I'm just not used people really believing in me…"
Ginny blushed and looked away from his intense, green gaze. Then busied herself with tucking her hair behind her ear, just for something for her hand to do.
"So," Ginny said, to break the silence that followed. "Were you upset because it was your first fight with your mum…?" Feeling that it was comfortable enough for her to ask now, since Harry had already revealed everything else to her.
Harry sighed and leaned back against his own pillow, staring hard at the red comforter beneath him. "I-I suppose…? It certainly has something to do with it." Then Harry groaned out in frustration and raked a rough hand through his shaggy, black hair. "The truth is, that I'm not entirely sure what it was that made me so upset… all I know is that every time she mentioned that she wanted me to give Snape the Resurrection Stone, I got more and more upset."
Ginny thought over this critically, trying to find the exact reason why this would upset him so much. Before clarity suddenly found her and it all seemed completely obvious.
"Well, it makes sense, doesn't it?" Ginny said, and Harry looked up at her again, questions in his eyes. Ginny sat up straight even more and crossed her legs as she faced him. "From what your dad and Sirius say is true, then Snape and your mum used to be best friends in Hogwarts… and this entire time, Snape has been in love with your mum."
Harry made a face at that, and Ginny couldn't help but snicker a little. Even though she couldn't blame him, one bit. If Snape had been in love with her mum… Ginny shuttered at the thought.
"Then, if you gave Snape the Resurrection Stone," Ginny continued, "There is little chance that he would give it back to you. I mean, why would he? He's never cared about you as a person, and if you handed him a stone where he could see the woman he loves every day for the rest of his life…" Ginny shrugged and Harry nodded enthusiastically.
"Yes!" Harry exclaimed. "That's exactly what I have been thinking! If I gave Snape the stone, I wouldn't see my family again…"
At the end of his outspoken thought, Harry became rather glum just at the mere thought of losing his newfound family. And Ginny's heart broke just to see him upset over something that other people took for granted every day. Which was the privilege of family.
"But I don't think that's all…" Ginny continued, in a whisper now. And Harry looked at her curiously again. "I think that it hurt you more than you think, when your mum wanted you to give Snape the stone…"
Harry tensed and shifted his eyes away from hers. "An-And why would you think that?"
Ginny folded her hands in her lap, and stared down at them. "Well, if you think about it, you've spent your entire childhood with people who didn't want you. And then, miraculously, you suddenly get a magical stone that allows you to see your dead family… I think that suddenly getting that much unconditional love in your life was a little too much to believe for you."
Harry was now staring at her with wide eyes, but he said nothing. So, Ginny continued on…
"I-I think that when your mum was asking you to give Snape the Resurrection Stone, that you – subconsciously, of course – saw that as your mum not wanting you…" Ginny whispered. "That by your mum asking you to give up the stone, that she really-"
"That by giving up the stone, she wanted to give up me…" Harry whispered, realization dawning on his face, and fresh, unshed tears welling up in his eyes once again. He wiped his eyes hastily with the back of his sleeve, and sniffled. "I-I think you hit the nail right on the head with that one, Gin…"
As Harry said this, he hugged his knees to him and looked down miserably. Ginny immediately wrapped her arms around him.
"I understand where these thoughts stem from for you, but you have to know that they aren't true, Harry." Ginny whispered into his hair. "I've never met your mum, but from what I do know about her, I know that she loves you very much."
Harry nodded slightly and sniffed again, before lifting his head and righting his glasses. "I-I guess I just kept hearing Uncle Vernon's voice in the back of my head… yelling at me about how my parents died just so they could get away from me… I guess I took my mum wanting me to give Snape the stone as the same way. That if she had to be brought back through the stone, she would much rather spend the time with Snape than me."
Ginny dropped her arms from around him and waited until he looked up at her. Then she smiled softly at him and took one of his hands into both of hers. "You do know that's not true, though, right?"
Harry hesitated for a long moment, before he smiled slightly back and her and nodded. Ginny grinned widely at him and squeezed his hand.
"So?" She said, excitement seeping into her voice. "Your parents, huh?"
Harry's smile grew exponentially and he nodded. "Yeah…" He said, as though he were in a dream. "Pretty great, isn't it?"
Ginny nodded, eagerly. "So, do I get to meet them, too?"
…..
Harry woke with the scent of flowers in his nostrils. He inhaled deeply, trying to get as much of the scent in him as possible, before he exhaled with a satisfied sigh. He opened his eyes, and realized immediately why the scent of flowers was so potent.
Ginny's glorious red hair was stuffed right in his face… or was it his face was stuffed right into Ginny's hair…?
Harry wasn't sure. All that he was sure of was that Ginny's scent was driving him crazy! His rock-hard erection was a testament of that…
His erection… which was firmly pressed up against Ginny's bum as she slept on her side.
Panicking, Harry immediately tore his hips away from her, flopping onto his back. Though a small part of him regretted moving away from Ginny, at all. He had been quite comfortable, pressed up against Ginny like that… His erection making a home in-between her clothed cheeks…
Harry silently groaned at how painful his hardness actually was, when captured in the jeans he neglected to change out of the night before. He had to bite his bottom lip to fight the temptation to reach down and palm himself, in order to get some relief.
But he couldn't possibly do that when Ginny was in his bed!...
…Could he?
Harry shook his head. No! He couldn't. He wasn't thinking properly… All of the blood from his brain was currently residing in his penis.
But what else could he do? He couldn't just ignore it. And no matter how many times he tried to picture Dudley in that yellow pok-a-dot dress, his problem just wouldn't go away… all because of the sexy girl with the flowery scent, who was laying right next to him!
It was at that moment, Ginny moaned in her sleep, and shifted positions… so that she was laying on top of Harry! Harry had to hold in a yelp when Ginny's leg came up and draped itself over his lap… and right on top of his erection!
Harry couldn't help it. He was panicking! He was trapped! Oh, Merlin, she was so warm…
Harry's bottom lips started to bleed from how hard he was biting it, keeping in the moan that wanted to escape from within.
But it didn't stop there. Oh no… that would be entirely too gracious to Harry in this predicament. In her sleep, Ginny wrapped her arms around Harry's torso, pressing her breasts against his side. And buried her face into the curve of his neck.
Letting out a long moan – a sound that caused Harry's dick to jerk in his pants - Ginny's tongue slithered out of her mouth and licked up along the side of his neck.
Harry tensed. He couldn't stop it. There was no holding it in!
Harry's balls drew up, tightening as the first wave of his orgasm overcame him.
But before his orgasm even finished, Harry panicked, jumping at the suddenness of it all and rolled through the closed curtains, and off the bed. Landing right on his bum.
"Oy! Mate, are you alright?" Ron asked, sitting on his own bed. Wearing pajamas, mussed up bed hair and a concerned look.
"I-I'm fine!" Harry said, his voice sounding squeaky as the last of his orgasm went through him. It took all of Harry's self-control not to show any outward signs of it, but his muscles were twitching from the effort.
Hastily, Harry checked over his shoulder to see if the curtains surrounding his bed were still closed. And sighed in relief when he saw that they were. Ron may approve of Harry fancying Ginny, but that might change if he ever caught Ginny in Harry's bed… No matter if she was only there to comfort a friend.
Ron gave him an incredulous look. "Did you have a nightmare, or something?"
Desperately needing an excuse, Harry eagerly latched onto that excuse, and nodded excessively. "Yeah… yeah. But, not anything having to do with Voldemort. H-Honestly, I don't even remember it."
Looking at him strangely, Ron merely shrugged then replied, "About last night, mate-"
Harry waved it off and stood awkwardly, feeling the uncomfortable stickiness in his boxers. "We don't need to talk about it. I found out the real reason why I was upset, and now know that the reasons were silly and untrue."
Ron grinned for the first time that day. "Good. Hermione was going to bombard you with the stone downstairs and guilt-trip you into taking it back." Then Ron frowned and looked questioningly at Harry. "You aren't going to actually give the stone to Snape, are you, mate?"
Harry immediately shook his head. "I may be willing to make amends with my mum, but there is no way I will ever give Snape the stone."
Harry and Ron switched to safer topics of conversation after that, as Seamus just came out of the bathroom from his shower. And Harry noticed that, for some reason, Seamus seemed rather reluctant to meet his eye. As though Seamus were a kid that had just done something wrong. But Harry decided not to question it and shrugged it off.
It was when Ron took his turn in the bathroom, Harry waited until Seamus' back was turned towards his own trunk – before whipping his invisibility cloak out of his back pocket. Harry thrust his hand through his bed curtains and waited until he felt the invisibility cloak being tugged out from his hand. And was relieved to know that Ginny was awake, and that she had a means of escape without getting caught.
Harry hastily changed after that, throwing his soiled boxers in the laundry bin for the house elves to pick up and clean. He felt almost guilty that they had to handle them, but reasoned that with so many teenaged boys over the years, the house elves were probably used to it by now.
It was rather awkward getting changed when he knew that Ginny was in the room, the only thing separating her eyes on his nude form was a flimsy curtain… But he managed to get through it with only minimal blushing to his cheeks and neck.
After donning his school robes, and straightening them, Harry checked for the coast being clear – before dipping his hand back through the curtains and beckoning with his hand for her to come through. He knew the exact moment she was standing by him. The little hairs on the back of his neck prickled by her close presence.
Then, Harry carefully led the way out of his dorm room, opening the door wide enough for them both to fit through. All the while, Harry wondered when events in his life would ever be easy…
But when he heard Ginny, invisible behind him, giggle at the ridiculousness of the situation; Harry couldn't help but smile and think that any hardship where Ginny was concerned, was well worth it.
….
Harry didn't see Hermione at breakfast. In fact, he didn't even see her in their first class together – a fact that alarmed Harry immensely. Because if Hermione was willing to skip class, then something definitely had to be wrong.
So, it was after class, when he was unexpectedly pulled from the corridor into a dark, little alcove hidden behind a tapestry, when Harry felt a bit of relief find him.
Hermione's features were easily distinguishable in the dim light behind the tapestry. And from what Harry could tell, she looked awful.
"Hermione," Harry exclaimed, his voice stressed with alarm. "Did you get any sleep at all, last night?!"
Hermione glared at him, which looked even scarier than normal with the large bags under her eyes. "Not much, if you'd actually like to know… I spend most of the night trying to console your poor parents, Harry! Especially your mum! How could you just storm off like that, Harry?! Don't you understand how worried they-"
"Look," Harry interrupted, irritated by the lecture she was giving him. "I may regret the way that I stormed off, but I'm not going to apologize for needing some time away from them to think some things through myself. And I realized a couple of things…"
Harry held out his hand, his palm open and expecting. "So, if you will just give me the stone, please? I want to make things right with my mother."
Hermione seemed to be shocked at how easy it was to give Harry back the stone… As she had expected there to be some sort of fight between them, with Hermione trying to convince Harry to make up with his mother. But Hermine didn't hesitate. She untucked the Resurrection Stone out from under her cloak, and pulled the chain necklace that it was connected to, over her head.
Harry grabbed the offered chain, and smiled at Hermione softly. "You know that you could have just stopped touching the stone in order to get some sleep. I was actually worried when you didn't show up to class this morning."
"I couldn't do that!" Hermione protested with a scandalized look. "It's like hanging up the telephone on someone! It's terribly rude!"
Harry couldn't help but snicker as he thought that the reference would have definitely gone over Ginny's head… but not Ron's, considering the fact that he had actually called him at his aunt and uncle's house before his third year – Which had gotten him into some deep trouble, as Ron wouldn't stop shouting into the telephone receiver.
"Well," Harry said, in a grateful tone, "Thanks for talking to my parents… and trying to make them feel better."
Hermione finally smiled at him, though it was a tired one. "Of course, Harry. Anything for my little brother…" Then she stepped forward and pecked him on the cheek, before taking her leave. Leaving Harry alone with the stone…
Taking out his wand from his robe pocket, Harry cast a silencing charm for privacy. Then, taking a big breath, put the chain over his neck and tucking the stone underneath his jumper so that it touched his bare skin… Then watched as three figures shimmered into view.
"Harry!" His mum and dad cried out in relief. His mum instantly burst into dry tears that would never fall from her eyes, while his dad looked on at him – his face entirely etched with worry and relief at seeing him. Harry briefly looked over at Sirius, and noticed his face to be neutral and rather relaxed.
Suddenly, there was the touch of cold hands on his face, and he looked up to find his mum cupping his cheeks with her hands. Her watery looking face was pained with so much regret. "I'm so sorry, sweetheart. So sorry… Forget that I said anything about Snape. It doesn't even matter, at all. Just please… don't shut us out…" The way that she said this sounded so broken, that it cracked a part of Harry's heart.
Harry reached out and pulled his mum into an embrace, holding her tiny frame in his arms… he never actually realized how small she was before, and that he was actually taller than her. The thought made his heart break for her even more. She never had the chance to spend his childhood with him… to see him grow up… to have a hand in what sort of man he would become.
"I-I won't." Harry said, his voice cracking with tears of his own. "I promise. I'm sorry, too. I shouldn't have just stormed off like that. Even if I did need the space, I should have just said so."
His dad came up and wrapped his own arms around the both of them. "You had us so scared, Harry. We thought that you didn't want to see us again…!"
Harry pulled back to arms-length to look at both of his parents in the face, meeting both of their eyes directly. "Th-that's what I was afraid of, too…" Harry admitted, then looked at his mum. "When you kept saying that you wanted me to give the stone to Snape, I-I subconsciously took that as you wanting me to get rid of the stone, just so you could get rid of me…"
His parents both gasped, and his dad tugged him close first in a tight embrace, before his mum joined in as well… loosening one of James' arms to allow her to get underneath. "How could you ever think that, Harry…?" His dad asked, his voice completely perplexed.
Harry swallowed heavily and shook his head slightly – which was pressed in-between his dad's chest and his mum's forehead. "I-I just… well, you know that Snape would never give the stone back to me as soon as I gave it to him… Especially if what you say about Snape loving mum is true."
They were both so quiet as they listened to his reasonings. Before his dad nodded in agreement. "You know that he's right, Lils. Snape's love for you has always been more of an obsession than anything. He wouldn't give the stone back to Harry for anything…"
They all pulled away slightly as Lily nodded with a sniff. "You-You're right. Of course, you're right. I-I hadn't thought of that. It's really no wonder some part of you thought that I didn't want you…" Lily looked down miserably. "I-I'm a terrible mother, aren't I?"
Harry immediately shook his head, and almost aggressively pulled her in for his tightest embrace. "No, mum… you are honestly the best mum that I have ever seen. Not to mention the best person… I-I've never actually thanked you for sacrificing your life to save mine… Not many kids can say that their parents have done that for them."
Lily shook in his arms, and Harry immediately pulled away. "Sorry… was I hurting you by squeezing too tight?"
If possible, more dry tears formed in her eyes at that, and his dad and Sirius looked rather glum.
"What…? What is it?" Harry asked, immediately concerned.
His mum shook her head repeatedly, unwilling to say anything. It was Sirius who spoke up, after he heaved a heavy – albeit unnecessary – sigh. "We-we sort of can't feel your touch, Harry…"
Harry's eyes widened, and he felt his heart clench painfully before it dropped. "Wh-what?"
His dad nodded, sadly. "N-now I actually understand the story from the three brothers… Growing up, I could never understand why the dead girl the one brother loved, was so miserable whenever he brought her forth through the stone-"
Lily immediately hit James as a look of alarm overcame Harry's face from his father's words. Miserable…? They were miserable being here?
"Before you say anything," James said, hastily, "We are not miserable by coming to see you. But… but our senses are dulled… we can see, hear, and speak, but we can't feel your touch. We can't taste, smell, breathe… It's almost as though we are underwater, right now…"
Sirius nodded. "And even with our sight, everything is dulled down. Almost like having your terrible vision, but without the glasses."
All of this… upset Harry more than he cared to think, in fear of finding himself losing it. But as he looked at how sad his mum looked, Harry couldn't help but ask… "So, when I hugged you just then…" Harry swallowed, heavily. "You-You didn't feel it?"
Lily bit her lip and nodded reluctantly. But then, she reached forward and stroked his cheek with her fingers. And Harry knew that she only did so for his benefit… seeing as she couldn't feel it. "I miss the feeling of your soft, baby skin…" His mum whispered brokenly. "Even though it's not so soft, anymore. I still miss it. But none of that matters. Not when we are fortunate enough to have each other…"
Her fingers went up to fluff at his hair, her eyes never straying away from his. "When we touch you, Harry, don't think about how we can't feel it… Think about how our touch makes you feel to you, on the inside. Because that is all that matters to us."
Harry nodded shakily, tears in his eyes. "I'm so sorry… I was selfish before for leaving you and throwing that stone at Hermione. At least I am lucky enough to be able to feel your touch. And then I go and take away the only senses you have available to me… which is sight and the ability to communicate…"
James put his arm around his shoulder, and said, "Think nothing of it, Son."
They were quiet for a long moment, just basking in the feeling of togetherness they felt. Until finally, Sirius broke the silence. "I told you two that there was nothing to worry about…" He said to Lily and James. "Harry may have his temperament issues, but at the end of the day, he is always around to protect and love the ones most important to him."
His dad bent down to kiss Harry's forehead. "Right you are, Padfoot. Right you are…"
….
Harry spent the rest of the day with the Resurrection Stone hanging from around his neck. After his first fight with his mum, he hadn't the heart to let them go just yet. It was rather obvious to all of them that they were suffering from some sort of separation anxiety. His parents sometimes spoke to him, sometimes they were silent spectators, and other times they just spoke quietly amongst themselves. But they only did this when Harry was busy concentrating on other things.
During Defense Against the Dark Arts, his mum had started to rub at the tension in his shoulders. As Snape was extra cruel to him after what had happened the night before in Dumbledore's office. And even though his mum was no longer on his case about giving Snape the Resurrection Stone, Harry could hear her muttering under her breath to herself about 'teaching the slimy git a lesson'.
It was before lunchtime when Harry caught a glimpse of Ginny walking far ahead of him towards the Great Hall. And just at the sight of her, Harry was reminded of the promise he made to her the night before...
So, ducking into an empty classroom for a minute, Harry told his family that he had told Ginny about them and that he wanted them to meet her that night, after his first lesson with Dumbledore.
This obviously served to perk up their spirits from Snape's torment and their separation anxiety, as they all looked visibly excited to meet the girl that Harry was in love with. But before Harry left the classroom to join said girl for lunch, Harry looked to his father and Godfather and pointed a stern finger at them. "But no funny business, you hear?"
Sirius smirked and tried to look innocent, while his dad donned a look that Harry could only describe as being 'mockingly appalled'.
"Y-You would dare doubt us?!" James cried out, dramatically. "Especially me? You're only father?!"
Harry didn't have to even think. "Yes. I do. Now, be sure you are on your best behavior when you meet Ginny. And please, for the love of Merlin, don't embarrass me!"
James sputtered then and said something about how he was the most trustworthy person that Harry has had to have ever met, but Harry didn't respond. He merely rolled his eyes, while hiding a smile as he left the classroom - eagerly making his way to the Great Hall for lunch with Ginny.
...
It was hours later when Harry was riding his broom through the night air, his invisibility cloak wrapped tight around him - which he had gotten back from Ginny at breakfast.
He wasn't wearing the Resurrection Stone around his neck, anymore. As he had taken it off to take a shower and have a quick wank - which Harry outright refused to have his family see that experience. No matter how much separation anxiety they had...
This time, Harry had remembered to set up a silencing charm on the bathroom door, as well as a locking charm to keep out unwanted intruders. Then he let one of his fantasies take over starring him and Ginny.
Harry smiled as he thought over the fantasy now...
They were in the Room of Requirement, alone... everyone had just left so they wouldn't miss curfew. And Ginny had told him that she had something that she wanted to talk to him about. Harry had been immediately concerned, afraid there was some sort of trouble Ginny found herself in that she needed his help with.
But then, Ginny suddenly blurted out, "I FANCY YOU, HARRY!"
Harry staggered back in shock, his backpack dropping off his shoulder, and onto the floor.
But instead of rejecting her, this time, Harry's lips grew into a dopey grin.
He stepped forward, Ginny looked terribly on edge and completely nervous as he did so, and he gathered her up into his arms.
"Gin..." Harry said, her name a mere breath falling from his lips. "I don't fancy you..."
Ginny's face crumbled in pain, and she tried to turn her head down, blocking her beautiful, brown eyes from Harry. And he was having none of that, so he tucked her chin with his fingers, and brought her gaze back up to his.
"I don't fancy you, because I love you, Ginevra Weasley. And I always will."
Ginny's face only showed pure shock, but Harry didn't dwell on the fact that she may need the time to process what he had just revealed. Instead, he bent his head down and captured her lips with his.
It only took a moment for Ginny to return the kiss with full passion.
Then, suddenly, Ginny was jumping into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist. Harry easily caught her light form, and groaned out at the feeling of her hot, clothed center pressed against his erection…
Harry came after that. And was surprised that his orgasm stemmed less from sexual thoughts and more from... emotional thoughts.
Which brought Harry to where he was now, flying through the air on his broomstick.
Harry was earlier the he had originally intended, as Dumbledore had rescheduled their meeting for 8pm on Saturday, instead. But Harry hadn't had the time to tell Ginny about the change, but figured that it probably wasn't much of an inconvenience.
Flying up to her dorm window, Harry noticed that it was already open for him.
But as Harry flew up to the open window, he gasped and his eyes widened at the sight in front of him…
Ginny obviously wasn't expecting him to be this early… because her back was turned to him, her long, red hair was wet and draped over her smooth shoulder. And she was wearing nothing but a short, fluffy, white towel to cover her nudity.
Merlin… he had just caught Ginny Weasley coming out of the shower!
His cock started to harden as he sat, frozen in place, staring at her gloriously wet, partially nude form… Her pale skin looked so creamy, the exposed skin of her back looked so smooth. He wanted nothing more than to fly in there and run his tongue all along the ridges of her back… to kiss and suck at the skin on her shoulders and neck.
It was as her towel started to loosen, as she prepared to change into her clothing, did Harry suddenly remember himself and tore his broom away. But he jerked his broom too quickly and he started falling out of the sky…
Immediately, the dropping sensation in his stomach overcame him and his Quidditch Seeking instincts kicked in. Gripping both of his hands on his broom handle, he used all of his strength to force his broom upright.
He managed to gain control of his broom only a mere ten feet above the ground. Harry paused in the air, hovering above the ground, as he fought to maintain control over his labored breath. Sweeping a hand over his forehead, wiping away all the cold sweat that had accumulated at his hair line, Harry couldn't help but notice that the sudden scare from his fall from the sky, served to actually kill his erection.
As he hovered there, breathing, Harry squeezed his eyes shut tight to keep the arousing images, that he had just witnessed, out of his mind. The good thing about the fall is that it killed the boner he would have had to endure in front of, not only Ginny, but his family as well.
And though Ginny wouldn't think to notice the bulge in his trousers, his dad and Sirius might… and they were rather unpredictable in what they would do if Harry found himself in a situation like that. Because Harry didn't quite trust their word when they said that they wouldn't try to embarrass him in front of Ginny.
Harry decided then that it was probably prudent that he took a few laps around the castle on his broom, to give Ginny enough time to, er… become decent…
When Harry went around the castle ten time, rather than just three, he was still a little more than hesitant to approach Ginny's dorm window. He found himself hovering just below it, wondering if it was actually safe to fly upward a bit.
Until, finally, Harry decided to just get it over with. He was still under his invisibility cloak, and if Ginny was still… indisposed, Harry could fly a few more laps around the castle.
Braving himself, Harry rose his broom slowly… just enough for him to be able to peak over the window ledge and peer inside.
Ginny was now dressed, much to Harry's relief and disappointment, and was wearing some modest, cotton, button-down pajamas. Her back was still turned away from the window and Harry, and she was facing the mirror on the wall, brushing out her damp, long hair.
Peaking over at the rest of the room, Harry noticed that none of her dormmates were in sight. So, he knocked on the window pane, and lifted part of the invisibility cloak that covered her head. Ginny turned at the sound of his knock and grinned when she saw Harry, undeterred at only seeing his floating head.
"Harry!" She said, pleasantly, "You're early!"
Harry nodded, then flew into her room and landed, dismounting his broom and taking off his invisibility cloak and stuffing it into his pocket. "I, uh, hope that's alright…?"
Why did he suddenly sound so awkward?
Ginny merely let out a short laugh and waved his concern out of the way. "It's actually perfect. I just finished getting ready for the night. It's really a good thing that you hadn't shown up ten minutes earlier!"
Ginny laughed outright at this, and Harry forced himself to chuckle – but it came out broken and sounded more like a cough than anything.
With lack of anything to say after that, Harry stuffed his hand into his pocket and grasped the chain to the Resurrection Stone, pulling it out to show her.
"Is that it?" Ginny asked, interest flashing in her eyes as she stepped closer to inspect it.
Harry nodded, feeling much more relaxed at moving on to much safer topics than Ginny in the shower or dwelling on the guilt he felt at accidentally becoming a Peeping Tom. "Are you ready to meet my parents?"
Lifting her eyes from the stone to meet his, Ginny nodded eagerly, and stepped toward her four-poster bed. She sat down, at looked expectantly up at Harry.
Why was he so nervous, all of a sudden? This wasn't the first time he had visited the Girl's Dorms… or Ginny's bed.
But with a jolt, Harry realized why he was so nervous. He was introducing his family… to the girl of his dreams! Something was surely to go wrong…
Harry swallowed his nerves and stepped forward to the bed and sat down, cross-legged, on the downy mattress. Ginny closed the bed-hangings surrounding her bed, and set up a sticking and silencing charm on them. And then they were even more alone then they were before in the tight and enclosed space… but Harry knew that wouldn't last for long.
Before he held out his hand with the stone, Harry felt the need to clarify. "Ju-Just so you know, my dad and Sirius… when they are together, they can be a bit… much."
Ginny snorted. "You forget that I grew up with Fred and George…"
Harry couldn't help but smile at that. With brothers like Fred and George, Ginny was sure to be able to handle anything thrown at her. This reminder relaxed him immensely, and he placed the stone in his open palm and offered his hand to Ginny, who clasped his hand in her own…
His parents and Sirius were sitting in front of them, all wearing beaming grins as they appeared. Harry noticed that his mum's gaze immediately flitted to their clasped hands, and she smiled even larger – her eyes alight with happiness. It seemed that their fight was long forgotten by now.
"Ginny, you already know Sirius…" Harry gestured to his smirking Godfather.
Sirius winked at Ginny and said, "It's good to see you again, Squirt! Though… you aren't so little anymore, are you?"
Ginny gave a mocking glare at Sirius and jested back, "Yeah… I think that we both know that I grew enough for you to stop using that nickname for me…"
Harry, James and Lily all burst out in laughter at Ginny's little quip that put the infamous Sirius Black in his place. Sirius, himself, pretended to look affronted.
Lily shook her head in amusement as they all settled down, then smiled at Ginny with genuine affection in her eyes. "I think that you and I are going to get along great, Ginny."
Harry took this time to interject and introduce his parents. "Ginny, this is my mum, Lily Potter."
Ginny smiled, and Harry noticed with a bit of surprise that her eyes were glistening, as she reached out to shake his mum's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Potter."
Before Lily could correct her, James interjected and said, "She's going to tell you to call her Lily. And before you go about calling me Mr. Potter or some other nonsense, please call me James."
His dad reached out for Ginny's free hand, but instead of shaking it, James kissed the back of it. Causing Ginny to flush with a bit of scarlet.
James back away slightly, shot a keen look over at Sirius - who Harry noticed with mounting suspicion – winked discretely back at his father.
"So, Ginny," His dad started, trying to sound calm and casual. "Even dead, would you say that I am an attractive sort of bloke?"
Ginny and Harry's jaws dropped. Mounting horror built in the pit of Harry's stomach. His dad promised!
"Well, er…" Ginny stuttered, and Harry was surprised to actually see her flustered for the first time in a long time.
"It's alright, Ginny," Sirius interjected, patting Ginny's knee in a consoling manner. And Harry was foolish enough to believe that his Godfather was going to try and maintain control of the situation. "Harry's father has an inflated ego…" His dad nodded with an exaggerated pout. "It's best if you just humor him and answer. Then his narcissistic disorder will go away for a bit of time."
The jibe didn't seem to bother his dad in the slightest, as they watched Ginny, seeing if she would actually answer. Harry prayed that she wouldn't, but of course, Harry couldn't even dream of being so lucky…
Ginny relaxed slightly at Sirius' reassurance and actually smirked slightly at the description he had used to describe his dad. "Well, then yes. I would say that even dead, you look rather dashing…"
James beamed, and pumped a fist into the air. "YES!" Then flashed a devious grin over a Sirius once again and continued on to say. "Well, if you think that I am dashing, handsome, attractive, and lovable, just as you said, then you surely must think the same about Harry, here!"
Forget the fact that his dad was already dead. Harry was going to kill him!
"DAD!" Harry exclaimed, his entire face and neck beet red. He didn't even dare to look over at Ginny to see her reaction.
"What?" James said, nonplussed at the eternal embarrassment he had just inflicted on his son. "I mean, she must think it, seeing as you can't deny that you look just like me. What do you think, Ginny? I can call you Ginny, can't I?"
"You don't have to answer that." Harry said to Ginny without looking at her.
"Alright, James," His mum interjected, amusement creasing her own eyes. "You've had your fun…"
James immediately sombered as his wife put a stop to his fun. "Oh, alright… My apologies, Ginny. You see, it's a father's job to inflict a certain amount of embarrassment on his son, and I have sixteen years to catch up on. No hard feelings being the in the cross-fire? I swear that Harry here was my target."
Harry now braved a peak over at Ginny, and saw that her face was almost as red as her hair, but she merely nodded in reply to his father's question.
Lily, sensing the awkward tension in the air, immediately set to take charge of the situation. Setting damage control. "So, Ginny. I would really like to know more about you. What's it like being a part of such a large family? James and I obviously don't know what it's like…"
Ginny, glad for the distraction, immediately latched on and told them all about her crazy family. She told story after story of hilarious disasters each member of her family found themselves in at one point in time. Including one where Fred and George were so peeved at Percy after he went through a growth-spurt and wouldn't stop bragging about how tall he was. So, the twins took all of his beloved books and flew them to the roof of the burrow, without leaving any brooms for Percy to retrieve them. They began to mock him after that as they sat on the ledge of the roof, saying something along the lines of, "What's the matter, Percy? You're so tall, why don't you just reach up and get the books yourself? With your height, it should be no trouble at all!"
Harry, Sirius, and his dad laughed especially hard at that.
"I think I would very much like to meet these brothers of yours." His dad commented after they had calmed down.
Harry grinned at his father, the embarrassing episode now forgotten after all of Ginny's stories. "They would love to meet you! Did you know that the Marauders are their idols? They were actually the ones that gave me the Marauders Map!"
His father seemed mighty pleased at being the idol to two formidable prankers, much to his mum's annoyance and dismay.
It was awhile later, as they were sharing more and more stories, when it was starting to get a bit late and they were settling down a bit. When Ginny's expression became thoughtful, as she looked at all three of Harry's dead family in front of her.
"What is it, Gin?" Harry immediately asked, shaking Ginny out of her thoughts.
"Hmm? Oh, it was nothing, really…" Ginny said, as she tucked some stray strands of hair behind her ear. "It-It's just that, when I was young, and my mum and dad read me the tale of the Deathly Hallows in 'The Tales of Beetle the Bard', I always wondered why it was they called it the Resurrection Stone, when it didn't actually bring anyone back to life… I mean, why call it a Resurrection Stone if it doesn't actually resurrect anyone…?"
She trailed off at the looks of surprise everyone was giving her. And suddenly, Lily was grasping her free hand in both of hers eagerly. "Ginny." Lily breathed, dawning awe and realization in her voice. "You're a genius!"
Ginny seemed rather shocked by this. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you see?!" Lily exclaimed, excitement growing in her voice and features. "The brother asked Death for something to bring people back from the dead! And Death called it a Resurrection Stone! Why would Death call it a Resurrection Stone, if it didn't actually resurrect people from the dead?!"
Catching on, James, Sirius, and especially Harry seemed to see the importance of this revelation.
"You-You don't mean…?" Harry couldn't finish his question, afraid that his assumptions would prove to be false.
Lily shared a look with his father, before turning her eyes to him, looking Harry right in the eye. "I think that there might be a way to bring us back from the dead."
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