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Last Hope	By : ShiSaiyan Category: Harry Potter > General > General Views: 8935 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Last Hope
- 2-ch 2
- 3-ch 3
- 4-ch 4
- 5-ch 5
- 6-ch6
- 7-ch 7
- 8-ch 8
- 9-ch 9
- 10-10
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- 12-12
- 13-13
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- 15-15
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Niki lay still, her head in Phoenix's lap, her brown eyes bright with unshed tears. Phoenix stroked her hair back, away from her face. "What is it?" "They're so young. We'll never be able to get them ready." "We can't save all of them, Niki. All we can do is prepare them to the best of our ability and give them the knowledge of what to expect," he said, gently, wiping away the stray tear that escaped from her eye. Niki sat up and looked at him, her hair falling over her bare shoulders. "Do you suppose we've altered things too much? Looking at them, us, I mean, I don't think they'll ever find each other as we did." "I doubt they will. We went through a lot together before we ever saw one another in that light. Hopefully, they won't ever have to suffer through the same things. If that means the same bonds won't be formed, we'll have to learn to accept that. It will change nothing between you and I." Niki sighed. "Hold me, Ron," she said, leaning toward him. Noting her momentary lapse, Phoenix pulled her near and lay down, pulling the thick quilts up over them. Other than the occasional far off hoot of an owl, the night was silent and sleep soon overtook them.

Gryff sat up with a start when the door to the room creaked open. Out of habit, he reached for his wand. "Who's there?" "Me," came a soft voice and his hand stilled, his wand forgotten. "Ginny?" Silently, she padded barefoot to the side of his bed. In the little bit of moonlight filtering through the window, he could see her eyes were wide and a little nervous. "What are you doing here, Ginny?" His voice was raspy and hoarse as he forced down the flood of emotions that threatened to overcome him. "In your time, I died, didn't I?" He nodded and she came closer, close enough that he could smell her. The light scent of flowers, combined with the smell of her hair and skin, a perfume that was hers and hers alone and his memories came flooding back, breaking down the damn he'd built around them. He struggled for breath as she continued. "And it upset you, a lot. Why?" Her tone was innocently curious, but he knew what she was asking. "We- we were- together," he told her, haltingly. She nodded, once and gazed at him, pensively. "You miss her, me," she said. "More than anything," he agreed. "But you don't have to."

He blinked, wondering if she was really saying the things he was hearing. "Because I'm right here." "Ginny. You don't know what you're saying. You were older then and things-" he began, forcing himself to choke out the words, to turn her away, when all he wanted to do was reach out and hold her. "Shh. Not that much older. I know exactly what I'm saying," she said, and he allowed himself to believe her. She stepped to the side of the bed and put her knee on the mattress, leaning forward. He remained perfectly still, until he felt the soft brush of her mouth against his. Then the air rushed out of his lungs and he found himself reaching for her, pulling her against him, feeling the warm softness of her body against his once again. His arms tightened around her as he took control of the soft kiss, deepening it, his mouth claiming hers. She welcomed him twining her arms around his neck, tangling her fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck. He tasted the sweetness, the inexperience and forced himself to hold back, to remember that this Ginny had never been held, or kissed or touched, that the things he remembered with her had not come to pass yet in this time. She gave freely, her whole heart in her kiss, her eyes closed and he pulled back a little, trying to catch his breath. "Ginny, I- we- Harry," he said, grasping at the only thing he could. "The Harry in this time-" "Will never see me as anything but Ron's little sister. Now hush," she said, kissing him again. Gryff gave up and lost himself in her sweet kisses.

His hands slid down her sides, to her waist and he lifted her up and resettled her on his lap, her knees on either side of him. Her fingers were shaking when she unbuttoned her nightgown and let it slide off her shoulders, baring her pale skin to the cool night air. He blinked and trailed a finger down her collarbone, reverently touching the tip of one pink nipple. She shivered and leaned closer to him, pushing the covers off him and out of the way, so nothing separated them. Her flesh against his felt hot and her touch was searing, branding him, claiming him, again. Her fingers explored his chest, finding and tracing a few small scars, each of which she leaned down to kiss. He closed his eyes and gritted his teeth when she scraped a fingernail over his nipple. With innocent guile, she drove him steadily crazy, touching and tasting, until she found his arousal, nestled against her belly. Her fingers closed around it, hesitantly and he drew a sharp breath. She jerked her hand away. "Did I hurt you?" "No, Ginny. You didn't hurt me," he said, pulling her against his chest and laying back on the bed. She stretched against him and a soft groan escaped him. He rolled her to her back, holding himself above her, his hips flush against hers. He watched her eyes as she raised her knees on either side of him and reached between them to guide him to her. "Ginny, are you sure?" She nodded and he closed his eyes, feeling the beginnings of her wet heat pressing against the tip of him. "Gryff," she said, quietly. He opened his eyes, meeting her blue gaze. "I've never done this before." "I know," he said, softly. "It was your first time before as well." She smiled. "I'm glad." He lowered himself to kiss her, lightly. "So am I." Her hands on his hips were pulling him gently forward and he slowly pressed into her, watching her face, until he saw her wince. He stopped. "Gryff, don't-" "Shh. I want you to be prepared," he said, slg a g a hand underneath her, up to her neck, to hold the back of her head. Her hands settled on his shoulders and she nodded. His mouth came down on hers as he slid forward, burying himself in her softness, swallowing her sharp cry of pain and kissing away the tears that sprang to her eyes. The hand that wasn't holding her head was stroking up and down her side, comfortingly, as he remained still, allowing her body to adjust to his invasion.

As the pain subsided, it was replaced by the strange sensation of fullness and a sense of anticipation, something she needed, but couldn't identify. Gryff solved the mystery for her when he slowly rotated his hips against hers and a jolt of something like electricity shot through her. Her eyes widened and she gasped and she heard him laugh, softly. His hand left her head and he gripped her hips and began to move within her, guiding her movements until she caught the natural rhythm. With every thrust of his body into hers, Ginny felt something build inside her, until she was straining, aching, almost, for whatever it was that was coming. Without warning, the ball of energy that had been building exploded and a cry was ripped from her throat, as her body arched against Gryff's, her nails piercing his shoulders. The sun exploded behind her closed eyelids and her body hummed as the remaining shards drifted back to Earth. Only a moment later, she distantly heard Gryff call her name and she knew he had found the sun as well and been caught in the same explosion. He collapsed onto her and clasped her against his chest, rolling to his back and holding her tightly as they both came slowly back to reality. Her body still holding his, Ginny rested her head on Gryff's chest and closed her eyes, falling quickly into her dreams. Gryff's arms tightened around her and he pressed a kiss on the top of her head, before allowing his own dreams to claim him.

Dragon glanced at the stairs again and shook his head, stretching out on the couch in front of the fire. He'd spent a long time with Draco, talking to him, telling him in detail what was to come. When he'd left, it had been long past midnight and he'd paused outside the door to the room he and Gryff were sharing. He heard a soft female voice and drew his hand away from the knob. Ginny. Without a second thought, he'd turned around and returned to the Gryffindor Common Room. Now, lying on the overstuffed couch, he closed his eyes. He would have to find new sleeping arrangements in the morning.
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