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A New Era	By : Don_Silk Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Harry/Ginny Views: 15226 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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As English isn't my native language, please feel free to tell me if, despite my careful screening, I left a few typos or mistakes. I hope you'll enjoy reading it as much as I had writing it!

1. Long overdue
Bright light hitting his face, Harry started to slide from sleep to awakening. For quite a long moment, he had trouble remembering where he was. He could tell that it was day, but he still felt exhausted, as if he had only slept a few minutes. In the state of exhaustion he was in, it took him a very long time to process his environment, not helped by his unwillingness to open his eyes.
He didn't recall any figments of a dream he could have had. This felt strange. He remembered of only one dreamless night, almost two years prior, when Dumbledore had given him a potion to that purpose after escaping the graveyard.
He was lying in a warm, smooth and squashy bed. That was a surprise : for months he had only known the hard small camp bed in the tent, always being cold, and the couch of Shell's Cottage. But never a proper bed, so the sensation of this curious environment did not help him in the slightest.
He could ear snoring too. The deep, low, well-known rattling of Ron was only one of them, a few other people were sleeping around him too.
Knowing that soundtrack all too well, his brain finally made the connection: he was in his four posters in Gryffindor's tower, although that didn't make any sense for him at that point.
And there came the feelings. He felt light, elated, as if a weight he had been caring for years had been lifted from his shoulders. But, a soon as he had realised it, another feeling overwhelmed him, an excruciating sadness engulfing him. His heart was heavy like it never had been before, a pain greater than any he had ever experienced.
As his mind gripped more and more of the reality, images and sounds started to rush back in his consciousness. The screams and explosions from the battle, the flashes of spells in every colour, like a firework display that had lasted for hours, but had brought no joy, only sorrows and grief.
And then came the faces. The Great Hall, the bodies lined up of people that had fought and, whichever side they were on, had lost the war. Faces he knew not, other he had met here and there, and then there were the one he knew, he cared about, his friends, members of the family that had been his for years now.
Imprinted of the back of his eyelids, they made his heart sink deeper and deeper, until it was threatening to make him throw up, and he opened his eyes. The itch on his nose and the blur on his vision made him realise that large tears were rolling toward his pillow.
Turning on his other side, he reached for his bedside cabinet, grabbing his glasses and his watch. It was nearly three.
Looking around him, he realised that in his exhaustion of the early morning, he had just fallen asleep as he was, without removing his clothes. He wasn't even under his covers, but under one that had been pulled over him. His own smell started to fill his nostrils, making him wince. It was an awful mixture of sweat and earth, and dust, and blood and smoke, and so many other things. Now aware of it, he wondered how the smell alone did not prevent him and everyone in the dormitory to fall asleep. The pillowcase he knew had been bright white a few hours ago had many stains, taken from his disgustingly dirty face.
A few minutes before, he had thought of turning back and seeking sleep again, but he knew that it wouldn't be possible with the grief pressing that much in his chest, and the disgust of being so filthy.
He therefore left his bed and the dormitory. On the landing, he hesitated a second in front of the door to the communal shower room, but it might soon be filled with the other inhabitants of the Gryffindor tower. He couldn't find the courage, right now, to speak to anyone. Making his mind, he kept on descending to the common room. A small fire was burning in the grate. In the chairs around it, several people were still fast asleep, many of them under patched blankets. The castle, or at least Gryffindor Tower, was obviously filled to the brim with unusual guests. Careful not to make any noise, he tiptoed across the room and sneaked through the portrait hole. The castle, absolutely quiet in broad daylight, felt very strange. He heard the portrait closing behind him, and he started walking purposefully.
As he turned the corner of the corridor, he almost bumped in Mrs Weasley who was coming back to the tower.
"Oh, you're already awake, Harry dear. You should have rested more, you've only had a couple of hours sleep."
Looking at her, he saw that her eyes were red and swollen, even though she was smiling at him. He wondered whether she had any sleep, one of her greatest fear having so badly turned into a reality.
"Do you need anything, maybe eating something? The kitchen have started to work again, so you can go to the Great Hall, you'll find anything you need."
With a sigh, she took a step back to look at him. He knew what she was thinking. His journey, since his departure from the burrow, had left his toll on him. In her eyes, he should look nothing but scrawny. He couldn't say she wasn't right. He had been almost starving every day since he had left Grimmauld Place on the 2^nd of September. The last couple of weeks at Shell's Cottage had been better, but still pretty hard. It was war, and going to buy food was not even a possibility. Each and everyone of them was wanted by the ministry and the death-eaters, it would have been to great a chance to live the place. They had resigned and made feast of anything the little vegetable patch could give, but it had never been thought as a mean of feeding such a crowd. At least, Fleur was a more than decent cook, and the little they had had been a real treat.
Because of all this, his trousers were holding with a belt in which he had had to made new holes many times during the year, and he knew he was skinnier as he ever was.
"Thank you", he answered with a small smile, "I'll go as soon as I..." he pointed at the state of his robes. "I'll use the prefect bathroom in the fifth floor, if anyone is looking for me..."
"I won't probably see you, then. Arthur and I are heading back to the Burrow with Percy in about ten minutes, to see in what state it is. Bill and Charlie have already taken George back to Shell's Cottage. Ron and Ginny said they'd rather stay here with you. We will all reunite in a few days, for..."
Her voice broke, and she pulled Harry into a bone crushing hug. "You be safe, now, Harry." She said in a hollow voice as she released him and walked away.
Along his way, traces of the battle were everywhere. Walls and ceiling had collapsed, and on a few places rough planks of wood had been conjured so that people could cross wide deep holes on the floor.
As he arrived to his destination, he wondered whether he would be able to use the place, because of the damages from the war, but even more because he just realized that he didn't know the password. His first fear was dismissed by the sight of the undamaged door, but the second was held true when he couldn't turn the handle.
As he considered with no happiness having to go back to the shower room in Gryffindor tower, he saw the door opening and Anthony Goldstein going out.
"Oh, hello Harry!" Seeing that Anthony was about to engage him in conversation, which was definitely not what he wanted at that moment, he answered quickly, cutting him off.
"Hi, Anthony. So, the bathroom is working? Would you mind giving me the password?" Taken aback, the Ravenclaw prefect did not take time to think. "Well, yes, it is. Password is sparkling clean."
"Thanks a lot. See you around".
And before letting him any time to answer or add any more, he had made the few paces to the door and given the password.
Once the door closed, he leaned on it for a few minutes. It was hard to just not sink on the floor and let the darkness of his thoughts overtake him. He couldn't shake the image of Mrs. Weasley, so crushed with her grief. If only he'd been able to figure a way to have been more discreet while finding the last two Horcruxes, he might have been able to prevent the whole battle, none of them should have died.
He shook his head, trying to get a grip on himself, and called loudly. "Kreacher?".
A loud crack banged and echoed in the room. "Master," said the elf bowing low. "How may Kreacher serve you?".
"Hello Kreacher, er... well, would you be kind enough to find me some clean clothes? You would have to ask Hermione when she's awake, I forgot to ask her for my backpack that was in her bag. Don't go waking her, though, I can take some time here. And some towels please! Thank you!"
"With pleasure, Master Harry. Would Master Harry be wanting anything else?"
Harry, having fallen back to his thoughts, did not answer and took a few paces toward the pool-size tub. He felt so bad, as though any good things he could feel had been killed with his friends. He could feel nothing but guilt, and wondered if he ever was going to be able to feel love again.
"I'd need to see Ginny", he muttered, as the elf vanished with a crack.
Harry had barely heaved his robes over his head when Kreacher was back, setting down a pile of very soft and smooth looking towels on the bench near the pool.
After he had left again, he finished undressing. Once naked, he grabbed his smelly dirty clothes and threw them down the laundry chute.
He walked around the pool and reached the taps, opening them in turn. He lied on his stomach on the rim, and for a moment just enjoyed the various effects of the water as it filled, his head resting on the fold of his arm.
Watching the fascinating jets and bubbles was mesmerising, the scented soaps and oils was heavy, though not quite as much as in the divination's tower, but it still clouded blissfully his mind. For a long time, Harry let himself be hypnotized by it. In this torpor, his mind was finally blank, his pain slightly going away. This was the reason he chose this place above any other.
He was just going to stand up to walk to the ladder and enter the pool when, to his surprise, the door opened and someone moved in. For a split second he looked for something to cover himself, but the towels were on the other side. He therefore rolled in the foam of the bath, screaming "it's occupied" toward the intruder, hoping that it would simply make him or her go away.
It intrigued him, however, that anyone could have been able to enter. He remembered putting the lock on. Moreover, the door usually sealed itself automatically as soon as someone was in, so even the unlocking spell shouldn't have worked. How anyone could have entered was a total mystery.
As his head emerged from the water through the foam, he heard the door lock being pushed back and being locked again.
He turned to face it, making sure he was properly covered by the thick layer of bubbles, ready to shout at the unwelcome visitor. With a shock, he saw flaming red hair, framing the freckled pale face he found so perfect. Ginny was blushing heavily as she was advancing toward the side of the pool. His voice died in his throat. Lowering herself, she quickly threw aside her slippers and seated herself with her feet in the water.
"How in hell did you manage to get in?" Harry blurted.
"Well, I don't know, door opened itself when I approached to knock, as though it had been waiting for me..."
Harry frowned, and Ginny lowered her eyes, apparently thinking deeply.
She was wearing a pretty dark blue night gown, closed by a golden silk waistband, neatly tied in a bow. Her naked pale legs were flowing from it, shaking as she dragged her feet in the water. Realizing she might think he was lusting at her, he promptly fixed his gaze up to her face.
"Ginny, what are you... I mean, you know I'm not... er..." He felt himself turn red as well, and he looked away, unable to withstand the scrutiny of her eyes. Even though the bubbles were hiding him, his hands were down his waist, covering his privacy.
"I know, that's exactly the reason I'm here..." Her voice was shaking slightly, he could feel that the situation was also embarrassing to her, even if she had created it in the first place.
"I had to brace myself to come, but... well, you know, you... I mean, I was afraid you would not... gosh..." She took her face in her hand, apparently trying to calm and steady herself.
"But, how in hell did you get in?"
"Merlin, Harry, why do you have to make it so damn difficult?"
Harry started. She was the one who made that whole situation, how could he be the one making anything difficult... Before he could say anything, however, she spoke again, and he found easier not to say anything and try and find out the reason she was there in the first place...
"All right. Damn, that was much easier upstairs... So..." She took a deep breath. "I have been waiting for you, Harry. I expected you to come to me, earlier in the Great Hall. Well, more like I hoped you would come to me. I didn't know anything anymore, Fred was gone, and Lupin, and Tonks, and..."
She looked at the ceiling and gulped heavily. He could see her eyes starting to shine. After a second though, she kept on, her voice slightly hoarse.
"… and I believed you were gone too. In Hagrid's arms, I couldn't stand it, my soul was dead too, I never felt pain like that. After all that I've been through, it was too much. I wanted to die.
But then, I still couldn't believe it, for a silly voice in my head kept saying you were not gone. So I fought like never before, thinking that if I could kill them all, him, Bellatrix, every last one of them, then you would be back... And then, you appeared next to us, standing, alive, and I felt like never before... Happier than I ever have been, like my deepest dream had come true at that instant. I was overwhelmed... You were there at last, really there, fighting with us, fighting for us..."
She stopped there, clutching her night gown over her heart, and she looked at the small waves she was making on the water, moving the foam slowly up and down. She didn't seem to care that Harry kept silent, and he was grateful for it.
He didn't think he was able to speak. A new surge of guilt made his throat swell painfully. She was blaming him for the death of their friends, for having taken so much time to finish Voldemort off. He wouldn't event try to defend himself, she was much too right, he knew it. All of it was only his own fault. He could not look at her, and turned his head in shame.
With pain, he remembered the words of Hermione ringing in his ears. "We can't just go, we haven't got a plan, we need to -" He should have listened to her, just waited a few more hours until they could have gathered more knowledge, and prevented that awful mess he had created, he could have prevented the whole battle, and none of them would have died for him. Once again, the images of the rows of his dead friends were crushing his mind.
Ginny's voice pulled him back to the crude reality, along with the embarrassment of his nakedness in front of her, only veiled by a layer of coloured bubble, thinning as time passed.
"I came here, because... I need you to stay put and speak to me. I don't want you to get away from me now, not until..." Her voice was much steadier now, but stronger as if she was scolding him. "We have to talk Harry, and I won't let you slither away..." She stopped dead and clasped her hands to her mouth, and turned crimson once again." Err... sorry, terrible choice of words..."
Whether intentional or not, it had at least made Harry smile, even so slightly. He turned back to look at her, and felt his voice coming back to him. "Ginny, I'm..." he began, but she cut him. "You left me Harry. For nine whole months, I kept thinking about you, never knowing where you were, or even if you were still alive. On top of everything that was happening here, I dreaded every second to hear the news that you'd been killed. I never had a quiet night, I kept waking up afraid it had happened..."
"Sorry Gin', I'm terribly..."
She cut him off again. "Don't be sorry, you told me you were going to leave, and I knew why as you told me you were going to hunt him and kill him... I knew what to expect when I first kissed you, I knew since I first understood my true feelings for you. I told you a year ago I knew all along what it implied to love "The Chosen One". But you left me behind anyway, no matter what I could say."
Harry looked pitifully in the bubbles. He felt ashamed of having put her through so much. Tears came again to his eyes, and he turned his back to her, putting his arms on the edge of the pool, and pressed his lips on his fist, trying to get a grip on himself. Behind him, he heard her move, sound of water, sound of shifting fabric, sound of her step on the stone floor.
"That’s it", he thought, "she's done with you, she's leaving you now".
He wondered for a moment at the prospect of calling her name, to try and explain, but he couldn't muster the courage to do so. He had made her suffer too much. He probably deserved this.
A splashing noise made him turn around, and a wave hit his mouth. Ginny was nowhere to be seen. His eyes fell on night blue fabric lying next to the pool, and he gasped as red hair broke the bubbles cushion. Ginny was coming fast to him, and before he could turn his mind the right way up, she was only a few inches from him. His hands shot again down his waist, as a shield.
"So, now you have to face me, Harry, and be absolutely honest. Just one question to answer. What is your next perfectly good reason for you to leave me?"
Her voice was authoritarian, almost scolding, but her eyes betrayed all the fear she still seemed to carry of being rejected by him again and forever.
His senses came back to him and his brain finally put everything together. She wasn't blaming him for what happened, but for not having reached her as his first move, as soon as the Voldemort's threat had been lifted. Picturing it, he realized how romantic the whole scene should have looked, him running over the body of his dead enemy to take her in a magical embrace... He started to grin.
"I'm sorry, Gin'..." His words had barely left his lips that he knew it could be misunderstood, and that they had been. Her whole face started to contort in he painful mask as tears appeared at the corner of her eye. He rushed the rest of his sentence, too fast probably. "Shadacomsismning"....
She froze, trying to put a sense to that blob of sounds. "err... what?"
He breathed and swallowed more easily. "I should have been coming to you earlier, this morning."
He breathed deeply, arranging his thought, searching for the right words but he couldn't find them. There was then only one way to express his mind. He put his hand over her shoulder, pulled her to him, and pressed his lips to hers. Her arms jumped to his neck, and her tongue reached his lips. He opened them slightly, and it went storming inside, taking his own tongue in a brawl, licking the roof of his mouth. With a step forward, she put her body next to his. He froze, the whole situation coming back to him. He was naked. And, by the feeling of it, she was too, and his hand where now brushing the most inappropriate part of her anatomy. With a start, he removed them, and regretted it at once as they were then nothing left at all between their nude bodies. She pulled her head back, smiling at him, and he felt he was melting, his every muscles turning liquid. Or quite.
As he felt the knot tying in the pit of his stomach, he tried to move his hips back, to hide the hardness that was starting to raise down there, and he was blushing again.
She started to kiss him again, still keeping him strongly to her, and he could feel her breasts pushed hard on his chest. That feeling was incredible. Of course, they had been that close before, tightly pressed again each other, but there had always been two or more layers of clothing between their skin.
He let out a surprised scream when her hand suddenly clasped one of his buttock forcing him to press his manhood to the skin of her leg. Her lips left his mouth, and started to explore his face, making the memories of all the snogging time rush back to his mind. She was kissing his badly shaved chin, and followed the line of his jaw to the side of his neck, to his collarbone. He was feeling well for the first time since he woke up. He lifted his arms to put his hands on her hips
"So, Gin', does that mean you won't leave me?" he asked, smiling in relief.
SMACK. She had moved in a split second, and her hand had slapped his face ferociously, with a force he wouldn't never have imagined she could have. Even before he had felt the pain, his head was buzzing, and stars were dancing in front of his eyes. He looked at her, amazed. He put a hand on his cheek, that started to feel very warm and painful.
"What the hell, Gin', what did I - " He had barely the time to lift his arm and protect himself from another slap. He grasped her hands, and looked at her, puzzled. He couldn't understand what just happened. A second ago they were tenderly cuddling, and now she was looking murderous.
She was wriggling, trying to free her hands, and started to yell at him. "Leave you? You stupid, bloody idiot, complete arse, how dare you? Who left who, you amnesiac prat, huh? Release me, I'll kill you! I never left you, YOU left me behind. You are the one that needed years to even notice I was there only waiting for you. How dare you even think I would do that, after all that? Where's my wand, I'll hex you into pieces, I swear!"
"Ginny, please, hear me out, I'm sorry..."
"Oh!", she said derisively, "Sorry, are you? And what for? For always leaving me behind? I'm not that fragile little thing everyone need to protect, you know. I have proven myself many times, I have faced and seen death-eaters, I fought Bellatrix for crying out loud! But, no, you all still need to have me protected, You, Ron, Mum, Dad, all of you, curse the whole lot of you! Tell me where you were only a year ago, Harry, and tell me you were a better wizard than I am now!"
She was quite right, and Harry felt ashamed. He had put his head down, and would have looked at his feet if the bubble weren't hiding both their bodies.
"I'm sorry, Ginny, I really am. I didn't mean any of it. Yes, I tried to protect you, but I was selfish about it."
While he spoke, he had released her hands, but she didn't move. He kept on going. "Yes, Gin', I didn't wanted to see you taken, and tortured because of me. I never stopped and thought I was torturing you that much myself by doing so. I only thought of myself, expecting that you'd be perfectly fine. You weren't, and I didn't realise that the pain that I felt all year being so far from you, you felt it too. Yes, Ginny, I'm sorry I put you through all this. It would have crushed me to see you in the line of fire, and I didn't looked at your own feelings for a second."
He paused. He felt so stupid... He had said the truth as it came to realization to his mind. She was gazing at him, still frowning, but she seemed she would no longer attack him.
"So," she said, her voice still harsh, "Is it an apology? Do you think I will accept these excuses?" Harry looked at her.
Her gaze was hard and piercing, and it was hard to look back in her eyes. He braced himself, trying to think what he could answer, when she came close and pulled him tightly against her again.
"I have to forgive you, it seems, if I don't want to punish myself... but I swear I'll make you pay, mark my words, you owe me a great deal."
"O... O.K..."
"You're mine now, and forever, is that clear?"
Harry grinned. "Sure," he answered, "it's never been any other way since the last quidditch match of last year..."
"Good. So now, you'd better kiss me, or I'll be able to send hexes on you." Slowly, the smile spread across her face again, and he took his arms around her, kissing her in an embrace that could only be matched by the one she gave him at the burrow the summer before.
Their lips and tongues fought each other, as if they were trying to merge. A soft moan erupted from Ginny's throat, and her hands left his shoulder to caress his back, her nails scratching tenderly over his spine. It was his time to moan, as goose bump started erupting on his skin, that had nothing to do with cold in the hot water. He pulled her tightly to his body. He wanted to feel her whole, and she pressed herself to him.
He was once again aroused, and the strong pressure of her thigh on his sex was a heavenly pain. He needed more of her, and separated his lips from hers to start kissing and licking her chin, all along her jaw line. Her skin was so smooth and soft, it was intoxicating. He wondered how if he ever would be able to remove his lips from her skin.
She was moaning when he reached her collarbone, and she started to wriggle against him. He felt her nipples rubbing on his torso, and he felt his manhood strengthening even more. With one hand, he was caressing her back, the other the back of her head, his fingers entangling in her hair.
Her hand became more adventurous, and slid lower and lower, finally cupping one of his butt cheek, as the other guided his own from her head to her breast.
He parted his lips from her skin, and put his forehead on the curve of her shoulder. Her head tilted, and rested on his own, the hand that had guided him came caressing his neck, making his spine erupt with small electrics discharges.
Foam was thinning, and the movements they had made had removed most of the remaining bubbles from the gap between them. The water was still cloudy, but he could see the red of her areolae on the soft pink of her chest, and the freckles on her bust. He felt like he was boiling.
From the tip of his finger, he touched her breast, before cupping it. It was like nothing he had ever sensed, soft, smooth and strong at the same time. He couldn't be objective, but he knew she had the most perfect breasts in the whole humanity. At least!
With his thumb, he circled her nipple, brushing it softly with every circle he made. She had started moaning again. She moved her head, starting to nibble his lobe. He could feel and hear her breathing fast and shaky, and discovered it followed the rhythm of his thumb.
Lifting his index, he grabbed lightly her nipple, and started pulling and rolling it. She tensed a bit, and he was about to released her when she whispered "Yes, Harry, pinch it, hard, yes...". He did as she told. It was a wonderful feeling to sense her tightening and shaking as he played with a so small part of her body.
He wanted more, and he tried to pull her to the side of the pool.
Realizing what he wanted to do, she pulled his head to face him. She was grinning, the way the twins did when they were watching one of their prank come to fruition.
"You won't see me, Harry, not until you said the magic words..." He grinned too. He knew what she expected, but he knew how to even outmatch it. After all, this was his apology to her, so better try and make it perfect.
He closed his mouth to her ear, cuddling her gently, and whispered. "Ginevra Molly Weasley, I am truly, madly, deeply, heart-achingly in love with you, fully and only yours, this second and every one that will come until the world ends. You're the perfect being, and I will spend my life trying to be worthy of you."
This might have seemed good enough for her, because next second he felt her crushing him against her, and her mouth was on his, her lips and tongue kissing him ferociously. A tickling on his nose and a shake of her shoulders, he tried to pull back to look at her, but she buried her face on the curve of his neck, squeezing him with all her strength. Between deep breaths and small sobs, she fought herself to calm down. It took her long minutes, but Harry didn't care, he could stay hours with her in his arms, just stroking her spine and kissing her hairs. A murmur came from his neck.
"I love you too, Harry, and these words you said are the one I dreamed to hear for so long..."
The water was quite totally clear and barely warm when he felt her body cease shaking and releasing him slightly.
"Don't move a second, please", he told her, and went for the place the towels were neatly piled. Grabbing a very large one, he unfolded it on the edge of the pool, and put another one just next to it, ready to grab.
Ginny had not waited alone in the middle of the pool though. He felt her leaning against his back, and her arms slide around him to grab his torso.
He turned around, and kissed her, once more. He had lost count of how many time they had done it since she had joined him in the pool, but he felt it would never be enough.
He moved his arms behind her legs and her back, and lifted her carefully out of the water, depositing her on the towel. He kept his eyes in hers, to allow her the possibility to cover herself if she wanted to.
She lied down on her side facing him, and even though her face flushed for her nakedness in front of him, she didn't try and hide. She extended her arms to him, clearly wanting him to join her.
He pushed himself over the rim, and lied next to her. She promptly grabbed the second towel, and throw it over them, like a blanket. He put one arm under her head, pulling her a bit closer, so that he could caress her back.
For a few minutes, they just cuddled there, their hands over each other arms. Slowly, the top towel slid down to their hips, and he could not help but admire her magnificent breast.
Both lobes were firm and perfectly round, and a bit bigger than his handful. He had been staring for quite a minute when he realized how he might look, and promptly turned to her face, reddening deeply. He was about to say sorry when she put a finger over his lips to shut him, which slid slowly over his own torso. She was the one scrutinizing on his chest now, and her fingers drew slowly the shape oh his pectorals. After years of quidditch practice, he had been quite muscular, and the year out camping had left him skinny but still quite well built. Not like the big monkeys with broad shoulders and tree-thick biceps, his muscles were thin but well drawn so he was never ashamed to appear shirtless.
However, he couldn't help to feel uneasy on how scarred his chest was. Her fingers lingered on the large circular mark on his chest that had been left by the medallion after Godric's Hollow, and over every little one that he couldn't even remember were from. He pulled a bit back, uncomfortable to show her that state of him. She put a hand on his cheek and kissed him softly. "Don't worry, it's okay." He relaxed a bit and let her resume her gentle stroking, closing his eyes.
Her fingers tickled him a bit, and he let her venture them over him for a while, enjoying the pleasant sensation it was creating. His hand slid from her arm to her side, and he let it wander over her stomach, to the top of her hip, just where the towel hid her, up and down over and over again, getting closer each time to her breast, until he couldn't take it anymore and grabbed on of the lobes.
Ginny, in a plain move of acceptance, pulled her shoulders backward, and rolled on her back. He carefully removed his arm form under her head, grabbing another towel to replace it as a pillow. He lowered himself to be level with her, and started kissing her neck. She buried one hand on his scalp, messing his wet hair even more, and drifted her other on his arm, neck and jaw, making him shudder with pleasure. Slowly, he let his lips slide over her collarbone onto her chest.
He could feel her breathing become more and more jerky, as he kissed her heavenly globes, and moans escaping her from time to time. He replaced his lips by his tongue, and started licking madly.
His head was feeling ready to explode, he could no longer think clearly, like in those heavy dreams you can't awake from. If that was a dream, he thought, he wouldn't want to awake, never. Feelings where too good, and Ginny just too perfect.
When the tip of his tongue finally entangled with her nipple, she let out a small scream of ecstasy, and grabbed his head to prevent him from going anywhere else.
He licked, kissed and nibbled over the small point of flesh. His second hand was imitating his mouth on her other breast, as Ginny' moans and screams were turning louder. She was also encouraging him, as words of pleasure burst from her lips.
"Please, Harry, keep on going.... more..." Her soft voice was like fuel on his burning desire for her.
He kept on going, the feeling of her skin under his fingers and lips, the taste of her on his tongue was burning, flowing through his nerves and veins, was taking over his senses, intoxicating him. She was a most wonderful drug, that was making him aware of the feeling of her on every particle of his body. The dragon he had felt growling for so long in his chest had taken over him, his roars inside him exuding out from each pores of his own skin, radiating like the furnace of a volcano.
Without a clear will from his mind, his hand left her nipple, and he moved over her stomach, until his little finger brushed the towel still covering her pelvis. His finger slowly slipped under it, and he expected her to stop him, but her hands remained on his head. Instead, as if encouraging him to keep going, she started rolling her hips, making Harry's hand slide faster down.
His fingers brushed her small pubic hair, smooth and silky, and he caressed it slowly, enjoying the feeling of her intimacy on his hand. He made large circles, barley touching her skin, over her stomach, the top of her legs, falling on the inside of one to climb slowly over the other, and back to her pubic hair again. At each pass, though, he could feel her legs spreading apart. His fingers lingered more and more on the inside of her thighs, which were far enough apart for him to go up to her lips.
His lips and mouth redoubled their moves over her breasts, frantically licking, squeezing and nibbling her nipples. He wanted more and more of her in his mouth, sucking her whole breast in it, feasting on her sweet, soft, supple pale skin.
Her cries of pleasure and calls of his name were becoming proper screams, and her entire body, head to toes, was wriggling wildly in contentment. Harry's hand drifted higher and higher, until his forefinger reached her wetness.
His own groin was throbbing like never, he was rocking his hips on nothingness, sometime brushing her leg. His pleasure was mounting ever higher, to heights he never even imagined, like a pain he was seeking for, needing for. He was hard as steel, more than he could remember ever having been, blood still pumping fast in his cock even if it was already filled to bursting point.
His finger slid between the lips of her pussy, diving in a flow of burning substance. It wasn't either totally liquid or slimy, but was softer than anything he had ever touched.
He had barely touched a small tip of flesh when her hands crushed his head on her breasts, her legs closed tightly on his hand, trapping it on their grasp, and she screamed his name at the top of her voice. Around him, he could hear the water slapping madly on the sides of the pool. A strong wind like a tornado made objects fly and crash all around the place. Ginny was shaking madly, tensed in his arms, and the scream only ceased to let her panting heavily as if she had run at top speed for hours. He realized, after a second or two that she was not lying on the ground, but was suspended in the air a few inches above the towel.
It took her what seemed to Harry long minutes to relax, his head and hand still crushed against her, and he too was pulling her to him the hardest he could.
When she finally released him, he heaved himself a bit and observed her mesmerising body. She was drenched in sweat, as he was he noticed, and still shook for time to time. Her eyes were closed, and even if she was no longer screaming, a soft deep moan was coming from her throat every time she breathed out.
The hand that had been between her legs was covered in her juice, and, he put it to his mouth. The smell was heavy, spicy and sweet. Curious, he tasted it, first from the tip of his tongue, but the taste he encountered was so powerful and enthralling he could help himself but lick every drop of it. It was like all the best taste he could have encountered were there. He could taste deep sweetness, but it was salted at the same time, and rich... he gave up the idea of understanding it, and only enjoyed it as much as he could.
Ginny's eyed opened slowly, and the look she gave him was one he never had seen before. It was beyond love or thankfulness. It was as if her own soul was trying to reach him through her eyes. She smiled at him, and the beauty of her was bewitching, as though an aura of pure love was emanating from her.
"Gosh, Harry, you almost made me pass out there! Thank you so much, it was incredible. I never felt anything quite like that!" she blushed a bit. "I had orgasms before, or maybe I thought I had, but that was like a hurricane when the other were feeble breezes..." Harry laughed at the image, and turned his eyes to the room. She followed his gaze, discovering the mess around her, pots crushed on the floors, clothes and towels scattered all around the place.
She laughed too, and her laughter ringed like diamonds cascading in his ears, right through his heart.
He was quite puzzled, though. "I don't know what I did to you, Gin', but I swear I barely touched you... I mean, down there..."
"I don't know, but I never thought hands could feel so hot, and yours were like sending small bolts of lightning every time they touch me. And so did your tongue..."
He was about to reach for another kiss when she turned over him, pushing him on his back. Her hands, smooth as silk, were taking control of him.
"Don't even think that was the end, Harry James Potter", she said with a kinky smile, "for I need to hear you scream my name for the whole worlds to know you're mine! You still have a lot to do before I truly forgive you for the year I spent alone. Although... definitely a good start"
She slid on top of him, and her stomach came to rest on his manhood, making it burn with lust. He lifted his knee, so his thigh came between her leg. He could feel her wetness on his leg, and she began rocking on it, her whole body now caressing his. The touch of her skin was like anything he never had felt. Any contact point was irradiating like drops on a smooth lake, and he was under a thunderstorm rain.
Her lips and tongue contacted his collarbone, starting to kiss madly his neck and chest. It was burning him, her lips were fire to ice, he was sure he was melting, his would explode in such heat. He was only the point where her face touched him, the epicentre of the seisms running through his whole body. But he could although feel her nipples caressing his stomach, barely touching him but discharging strikes of energy in him on every contact. Her hands, on his sides were like red hot iron, he could feel them melting, mixing with his own flesh. And there was her burning crotch on his knee, paralysing him. He could not make his mind make him move an inch, and yet he was rocking, sliding, shaking under her. He could not control his arms, but his hands were still trying to caress and reach any skin cell of her back and shoulders.
He had closed his eyes, not that it made any difference, he was blind anyway, the room ceiling and walls had vanished. He was in nothingness, blackness dazzling on his retinas. Through his eyelids he could still see every inch of her, rays of light drawing the lines of her perfect body, of her god perfect face.
He could feel her mouth slowly moving down his chest, to his stomach, and the dragon inside him was reaching to kiss her, breathing fire under his skin. And suddenly he was only his cock that had been clasped between her breasts, warm as two suns. His blood was pumping furiously there, and the head of it was slamming violently on her chest. She was sliding slowly up and down, and his stomping matched her pace.
His ears were full of heavenly music, and her name was sounding like a cannon blast in his head, not even aware it was him calling her.
Her nipples were sliding over his groin, and as he felt them sliding over his thigh, a hand grasped his manhood, and any coherent thought abandoned him. Her mouth had left his body. Her tongue touched the tip of his dick like a bolt of lightning, and as she licked softly, he knew couldn't take it anymore.
He felt a bubble of fire growing fast in his crotch, and he was no longer aware of anything. He called for her, and her face was the only image he had as he exploded in wave after wave of pleasure, flowing along his shaft and erupting from him like lava out of a volcano.
He couldn't help but call for her, again and again. Seconds, hours, centuries seemed to pass.
And then he was there on the towel on the floor, panting, covered in sweat that was flowing on his sides in large drops.
He opened his eyes to find her still lying next to his legs, her head resting to his hip. Her face and his stomach were covered with his semen, and her finger was absent-mindedly running through it and licking it avidly as though it was honey. She blushed as she realized he was watching her.
"Sorry, but I can't help it, it taste so wonderful!" she was crimson, and he smiled at her.
"Don't worry, I can tell the same about yours." As he let his head fall down back, he felt her tongue licking every remains of his juice from his stomach. He felt good like never before, better than when he had used Felix Felicis. He could feel her radiating to him, it was being overflowed by waves of pure happiness, and he could feel himself flowing heat out of his own body toward her.
He felt her coming to rest next to him. He turned to her, and their kiss was long as several eternity in tenderness. When their tongues and lips finally separated, they couldn't move. They just stayed there, lying next to each other.
For the first time, Harry saw her fully naked, and he could tell he would never get enough of that image, even though he new it would never leave him. Her muscular stomach and legs, the red patch of small hairs on the bottom of her belly, lying flat toward a point where the two great lips of her pussy joined, and her perfect breasts, with pink areolae and nipples. He feasted his eyes, and knew she was doing the same over his own body.
Their eyes met finally, and he saw his feelings mirrored in her radiant smile.
"I would never have imagined it to be so amazing", he breathed her. "Did you know you flew, really levitated when you climaxed?".
She put a kiss on his cheek, before answering.
"I don't know, I wasn't properly here. But you did too, actually. You're right, that was amazing."
She smirked at him. "I wonder..." she let her sentence hanging there.
"What?" Harry asked.
"Well, you know, we didn't actually do anything... real. We just touched each other, and kissed a bit more than our usual snogging, but it wasn't really sex."
Harry looked at her, and he wondered too. That had not been the real thing indeed, and he couldn't even imagine what would happen when he'd get inside her...
He could have tried to talk her into going there, but he didn't really want to. Not that he didn't want to do it with her, just that he could feel it wasn't time for them. The moment was already perfect, none of them wanted more at that moment.
She cuddled in his arms and legs, her head resting on the curve of his shoulder.
"We have a lifetime to find out", he answered faithfully. She kissed her neck, and he grabbed the second towel to cover themselves.
Slowly, they both drifted to sleep, cocooned in each other's arms, warming each other like never before, and the aura of their love acting like a shield to every bad thought or pain. As long as it was there, nothing bad could ever reach them.
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