HARRY POTTER AND THE PROPHECY TRUE

Chapter nine

Harry pulled himself away from her, his arms bracing on either side of her shoulders. He didn't care about being caught snogging Ginny Weasley in the common room, but he wasn't anxious for McGonagall or one of the first years to catch him shagging her on the couch.

"Let's go to our room," he whispered, pulling her up from where she had laid beneath him for the past half an hour, while he made sure she had sufficiently abandoned her anger.

"I wish we could go to our room," Ginny said with a smile. "I really missed not being at Grimmauld Place all summer."

"Where were you then?" Harry asked, reaching down to the floor to retrieve his cloak.

"The Burrow. Dad didn't see any reason why we shouldn't go home. Percy and Penny have their own place and Fred and George have theirs, so it was kind of quiet with just Ron and I. Until Bill, Charlie and Hermione showed up, that is."

"I'll bet your mum missed the baby," he said, slipping the cloak around her shoulders before pulling it across their heads.

"She did. Fortunately for all of us, dad arranged a huge celebration for Percy and Penny's first anniversary, so she had about a week of insanity to keep her happy." Harry chuckled, wrapping his arm around her waist and leading her out the portrait hole. They looked around the corridor cautiously, then walked as carefully as possible to the Room of Requirements. Once outside, Harry slipped out from under the cloak and began pacing in front of the wall, thinking about a place in particular he wanted to take Ginny. When the door appeared, Harry withdrew his wand and stepped inside pulling Ginny with him. Once inside he waved his wand, issuing the distraction spell and turned to see Ginny eyeing the area oddly.

"Like it?" he asked, slipping his arms around her waist and kissing her neck.

"Where are we?" she asked with a frown. Harry couldn't help but laugh. The expression on her face was priceless.

"I thought maybe you'd like to see what I did all summer," he told her, taking her by the hand and leading her into the Mexican jungle, where his tent stood.

"Bloody hell," she said in complete amazement. "You really did sleep in a tent? Is a Muggle tent?"

"Not even close. I wasn't roughing it that badly. Come on," he said pulling her a little harder. "I'll show you around." Harry held back the tent flap for Ginny, who cautiously stepped through it. On the other side, Harry shut the door and watched as Ginny slowly paced the small surroundings. She explored the bathroom and kitchen commenting only briefly on the size, then returned to find Harry sitting in one of the chairs by the fireplace.

"I sat here every night thinking about you and trying to figure out the next task," he told her when she approached him. Ginny knelt down in front of him, her hands on his knees.

"I tried to imagine what you were doing every night, but never did I dream it was in something this small. Where did you sleep?" Harry reached his hand out, sliding it through her silky long tresses. The sight of her here, the aroma of her sweet, clean scent and the thought of showing her his bed played havoc on his already raging libido.

"It's in the other room," he answered in a deep, husky tone. Ginny caught sight of his expression and blushed. She was in a rather precarious position at the moment, but the idea was less than uninteresting.

"Show me," she ordered in a soft whisper, standing and taking his hand in hers. Harry led her into the small room where his single bed sat; only his one was slightly larger, having thought about sharing it with the young woman when he paced the outer hall. Harry stopped by the end of the bed, pulling Ginny into his arms.

"I really missed you," he told her barely above a whisper.

"I missed you more," she told him boldly. "I had to endure Ron and Hermione all summer." Harry chuckled; kissing her cheek as his hands slowly began sliding beneath her jumper. Ginny stepped quickly out of his reach, pulling her jumper over her head in playfully, slow motions. Harry watched with transfixed eyes as she slid one article of clothing off, after another. He could tell you where every dip and dimple on this beautiful body was, every curve and every soft mound, but watching her undress in front of him made him forget everything. It was as if it were their first time all over again. He was excited and it was growing harder every moment, to keep his distance.

Ginny saw the expression on his face, the dark green of his passion filled eyes, the deep inhalations moving his muscular chest up and down as he watched her. Like Harry, she too knew every detail of his lean body and was eager to reacquaint herself with them all. Once she was completely void of clothing, she stepped back within reach, but before he could touch her, she began pulling his jumper off over his head. His shirt and tie were next, when she saw the shimmering crystal hanging around his neck.

"What's this?" she asked, touching the chain. Harry frowned, glancing down to his chest.

"Oh, it's a wish from Mutgeb," he told her. "She said I would know when to use it."

"It's beautiful," she said softly as his hand cupped her cheek.

"Not as beautiful as you are," he answered causing Ginny to giggle.

"You are so corny, but I love it."

"What's so corny about the truth?"

"Just the way you say it. But I would never ask you to stop."

"Good, because it's not going to happen." Ginny reached for the closure of his pants, when she remembered something. Looking back into his eyes she smiled.

"I have something that belongs to you," she whispered, removing his mother's rings from her left hand. Harry took them, looking at sparkling silver and diamond circles, thinking briefly about what his father must have felt when he gave them to his new bride.

"Don't you like them?" he asked, a hint of disappointment lingering in his tone.

"I love them, but they belong to you."

"Then if they are mine, I have a right to do with them what I want, right?"

"Of course." Harry pulled Ginny's hand away from the waistband of his trousers, slipping the rings back on her left hand.

"Then I choose to keep them right here, where they belong." Ginny's eyes teared as she looked at her hand again. She had worn the rings all summer, but seeing them placed on her hand by Harry, meant much more to her then receiving them from his snowy owl.

"Do you want them?" he asked after a moment's silence.

"With all my heart."

"Then consider them yours. A gift from someone who loves you very much." Ginny leaned up on her tiptoes, kissing his lips tenderly. Harry accepted the almost timid gesture and frowned when she pulled away after he tried to deepen the kiss. For a moment, Harry thought she was going to refuse him this night after all, but when she reached inside his pants, freeing his penned up erection, he knew just how wrong he was. Ginny smiled at him, kissing his lips again, then his neck and slowly traveling her lips and tongue across his chest, down his flat, muscular belly to the top of his pants. By now she was on her knees in front of him and Harry was having a very difficult time thinking. She slipped his pants down his long lean legs, then without warning began kissing his arousal.

Harry felt a sudden rush of emotion, his head tipping backward as he forced control over his libido. He had to hold out, for her sake and for the sake of their promised pleasure. As her lips slid up his shaft, Harry groaned, when her tongue traced the warm length of him, he groaned again, but when he felt himself slipping into her moist mouth, he nearly screamed. Ginny had done this only twice before and both times she was quite timid about it. Tonight however, she was bold and eagerly preforming above expectations.

Ginny trailed her fingers up Harry's outer thighs, smiling as he twitched slightly. She found the firm round mounds of his backside, causing them to tighten when she reached around caressing and tickling them. With a wicked smile, she softly scraped her teeth along the shaft of his manhood, looking up at the surprised expression on his face. She made certain there was no real pain, but the threat of it was intoxicating and she knew Harry felt it too. It was a new sensation to tease him like this and she was having a grand time doing it.

Slowly and almost reluctantly, Harry reached down and took hold of her arms, pulling her back to her feet. He knew his time was limited. It had been three full months since he had last tasted her sweet love and tonight's promise of an end to all of that, nearly caused him to spend himself. Instead Harry covered her mouth with his, sliding his tongue into the deep cavern another part of him had just occupied, delicately and deliberately teasing a deep moan from her throat. He lifted her in his arms, turning and laying her on the bed. It didn't take long for him to rid himself of the pants gathered around his ankles, then slide onto the bed above her. For a moment, Harry just laid there, their bodies touching chest to breast, stomach to stomach, their lips mating and his arousal pressing against the hot moisture of her portal.

But it was not time for him to finish this, though his time was running thin. He knew it was barely past eleven and with the promise of no more potions classes for him to awaken early for, Harry was eager to make up for lost time. He slowly kissed his way across her cheek to her ear, whispering soft promises of love and pleasure to her, causing her body to erupt in soft goose pimples. Then without the slightest delay, he kissed his way down her neck, across her collarbone and shoulder to the soft, round mounds of her womanly breasts. He couldn't be positive, but somehow he was sure she had matured just a little more over the summer months. Her delicate breasts had grown slightly, becoming firmer and more symmetrical in size. As his tongue burned a hot path across her hard, erect nipple, he smiled hearing her cat-like purr of pleasure. He knew what she liked, he knew what she wanted and he knew what it took to please her.

With that knowledge in hand, Harry continued kissing his way across to the opposite breast, paying as much homage to it as he had to its mate. Then slowly, deliberately he began kissing a hot path down her tummy, his tongue searing his mark into her delicate flesh. He led his tongue to the top of the soft mound of hair, then with a smile, kissed his way to her thigh, down to her knee and lifting her leg, kissed and nipped his teeth along the backside of her calf. Ginny was giggling and moaning at the same time, she loved the sensations and felt extremely frustrated when he lifted her other leg, teasing the tender flesh behind her knee. Harry chuckled when she began growling, he knew what she wanted and he would not disappoint her, but for a little while, she would have to suffer his torment.

Harry looked up from his task of kissing a path to her ankle, smiling wickedly to her. Without warning, he reached up to her waist and rolled her over, holding her lower half firmly to the mattress. Ginny was giggling uncontrollably now, as Harry kissed his way up the back of her legs, his teeth biting and nipping every delicate curve as he worked his way up her hips and along her spine to settle close to her ear.

"Are you going to try biting me again?" he asked her, his tone deep and filled with passion.

"Yes," she told him as he bit her neck causing her to screech softly.

"What?" he asked again.

"Yes," she answered, receiving a warm, gentle smack on her bare bottom. "Ouch!" she shouted through a giggle, knowing Harry didn't believe her claim of pain.

"Tell me again, are you going to try biting me anymore?"

"Do you want me to lie to you?" she asked as his tongue slipped out and slowly caressed her ear. "I like teasing you."

"Then you had better be ready for a little teasing of your own," he warned, rolling off her and pulling her back over. Ginny moaned as he gently spread her legs, positioning himself between them. Without warning, Harry slowly slipped the tip of his arousal into her moist entrance, receiving a disappointed moan for his actions.

"What's the matter my love?" he asked with a cocked eyebrow. "Don't like the results of your teasing?"

"I wouldn't really have bit you," she said as he pushed slowly, deeply into her.

"Promise?" he asked, kissing her neck gently.

"Yes," she moaned, feeling the arousal of his thrusts bringing a fire to life inside her. With the smile of a winner, Harry withdrew slowly, then slid down the length of her slender body, kissing his way across her tummy to the place he had just occupied. With deft fingers and a skilled tongue, Harry quickly rewarded Ginny for her patience. Groaning and moaning with pleasure, she began floating away on a sea of passion, his fingers and tongue eagerly supplying her with the current to keep her sailing. Within the span of a few moments, Ginny's hips lifted, her fingers entwining in Harry's hair, holding him to her as she felt the explosion of white hot flames erupt from her very core. Harry chuckled, allowing her a few extra heartbeats of pleasure before sliding back up her long, slender frame, kissing his way to her ear.

"I love you," he whispered as he pressed against her heat, pushing his way back into her slick, wet body. At last, he was home and able to satisfy his own raging desires. Harry didn't waste another moment. He began thrusting against her delicate body with long, deep movements. Ginny didn't let him linger long either. She lifted her legs around his waist, allowing a deeper, closer contact with him. It was this simple movement that drove him over the edge. A breath later he groaned savagely, spilling his seed into her with the penned up desires of three very long months.

"That was incredible," Ginny gasped as Harry rolled off her, collapsing to the pillow next to her. The smile never seemed to go far from his lips, as he relieved the entire encounter again in his mind.

"Tell me something," he asked with a sudden thought of panic. "Did you remember to use the protection spell?" Ginny sat up instantly next to him, her eyes wide, her breath caught in her throat. Harry sat up too, panic and fear gripping his stomach in a vice. "Please don't tell me you forgot?"

"You forgot, too," she accused.

"Considering how the evening started, I wasn't really thinking about the consequences when we finally stopped fighting." Harry fell back to the pillow, his hands covering his eyes. "I can't believe this is happening," he groaned, feeling Ginny fall to the mattress next to him, her back turned to his direction. The sound escaping her sounded like a muffled cry and his heart took a plunge down to his toes. It wasn't just him this was happening to and he felt horrible for being so selfish. With a deep breath, he turned over to his side, caressing the back that faced him, her shoulders shaking with her grief. Harry leaned over and kissed her shoulder.

"We'll figure something out," he promised her. "I'm sure it will be all right." Ginny rolled over, her face red, tears streaming down her face, her breath caught in a deep...laugh?

"What the...?" he asked, sitting up to stare down at her. Ginny gasped and sputtered, trying to catch her breath. "You little sneak," he accused, catching on to the reason she was acting like a breathless mime. "You cast the spell, didn't you?" Ginny still couldn't speak; all she could do was nod her red head. "I should turn you over my knee," he threatened, his anger being deflated by the contagious laugh. Ginny shook her head violently, finally able to suck air into her lungs.

"The...look...on...your...face..." she gasped between breaths.

"How am I supposed to act? You scared the bloody hell out of me, Ginny."

"I'm...sorry..." she gasped again, slowly regaining some composure.

"I have never been so scared. Do you have any idea what your brothers would do to me if I got you pregnant?" Ginny nodded again, this time sitting up next to him.

"They'd hang you from the nearest tree."

"Thanks so much for the support."

"Oh, Harry, I'm sorry," she giggled, kissing his cheek and neck. Harry tried to keep his face stern, but chose against it. It was far too much fun having her happy. "It's your own fault you know? You challenged me."

"How did I challenge you?"

"You told me I couldn't tease you anymore."

"I did not, I only told you there were consequences to your teasing. After that, you'll be lucky if I can get it up again for a very long time." Ginny reached down, wrapping her slender fingers around his manhood and stroked lightly, feeling the results of her touch. With a wicked gleam in her honey brown eyes, she smiled up at him.

"Funny how time flies," she said then quickly screeched when he tossed her back to the mattress.

"I swear woman, leaving you alone for a whole summer makes you very daring, doesn't it?"

"No, being left alone in a house with Ron and Hermione all summer makes me bored. Do you have any idea how many times I walked in on them? Every time I turned around I'd find them snogging under a tree, or shagging in the bathroom or in the attic. It was really disgusting."

"Thanks for the mental image. Now I really can't get it up. Hungry?" he asked, moving to the side of the bed.

"I don't want to go to the kitchens this late. We'll get caught for sure."

"We don't have to. I have a fully stocked kitchen." Harry snagged his pants for the floor and looked down at the young red head still lying on the mattress. She was absolutely beautiful and he was beginning to rethink his ability to please her again. Funny, but it never really seemed that difficult to get aroused when he was with her.

"So how badly did you rough it?" she giggled, looking at the stern expression he offered her.

"I never said I starved. Now get up. I'm not serving you in bed, your highness." Ginny slipped quickly out of the bed, reaching for the discarded shirt as Harry turned and walked back to the replica of his tent's kitchen. He began rummaging through the cupboards, pulling out boxes of biscuits, crisps and jammie dodgers before retrieving the bottles of butter beer from the tiny fridge. He turned around and nearly dropped his armful of treats, seeing Ginny standing by the fireplace wearing only his shirt. He was amazed at how large it was on her tiny frame, but was delighted to see how well she wore it. He had never seen her in his shirt before and the sight was breathtaking and quite comfortable at the same time.

"What have you got there?" she asked stepping up to him and relieving him of some of his bundle. They sat on the floor of the living room, treats and snacks strung out across the carpet. The rest of the evening faded into the early morning hours, as they talked about their summers, their families and the year ahead of them. Ginny was as amazed as Harry about Dudley's sudden magical talents, but surprised to hear how he aided his cousin in the quest that reunited Atlantis.

"Why couldn't the three witches just bring the island back together themselves?" Ginny asked.

"I've been thinking about that," Harry answered around a mouth full of doughnuts. "The isle or Morahana is a magical place, right? It's where time has no meaning. I mean, Dudley and I were there only a matter of a very short time, barely an hour actually, but here nearly a month had passed by. I think they can't leave the island. They are centuries old. In their time, they left the real world just a few years ago, but in actuality it was like a thousand or more years in our time. If they leave, they'll die. Even wizards cannot live forever."

"That makes sense," she said with a strange smile. "Hermione would be proud of you. You actually figured something out without her help."

"Don't be a prat. I spent the whole summer without Hermione's bookish knowledge helping me."

"I know, I'm sorry," she said in a little girl manner, her eyes batting shyly and her smile simple and sweet. Harry narrowed his eyes as he looked at her. It was amazing just how much control this one person had over him.

"I wonder what Dudley's parents are thinking, right about now?" Harry asked after a moment, a wicked grin crossing his face. "Can you imagine their reaction?"

"Your uncle is going to flip when he finds out your aunt received a letter as well. She could have been a witch too. That would drive him bloody mental."

"And now his son shows signs of magical powers? If he is not already purple in the face, he soon will be." Harry and Ginny spent the next few moments laughing, imagining the expression on the robust man's round face and his horse-faced wife.

"I wonder why he's showing signs of magic now?" Ginny asked after a few moments. "Isn't he a Muggle?"

"Yeah. Full Muggle. I was actually wondering that myself. How is it he has magical powers? I mean he's never shown any sign of them before. I know what the witches said, the spell placed on the Dursleys for my protection prevented his powers from coming out, but I would never have imagined he could be a wizard. He's full Muggle."

"Hermione is a full Muggle and she has magical powers."

"But this is Dudley. His only magical talent up until now, was making a kitchen full of food disappear."

"I wonder if he has magical blood in his background somewhere?"

"Like whom? It couldn't be from the Evans side. Sure my mum and my aunt received letters and my mum was a really great, talented witch, but from what I know there has never been magic anywhere in their blood."

"You don't know for sure. There may have been a wizard some lines back."

"Does the magical aspect of blood remain throughout the ages?"

"Absolutely. Magic is very strong, Harry. It is always there, even if you never experience it. Haven't you ever known anyone who believes they can predict events, even the winner of a cricket game? Or claim to know when something is happening or going to happen? Wizards mingled with Muggles for years. During the dark ages, pureblooded wizards took Muggle women as lovers all the time. A lot of illegitimate babies were born to mixed couples and raised as Muggles. It's not that uncommon. Even witches conceived Muggle children and raised them in our world."

"I know my dad was a pureblood, but I never understood how my mum became a witch, or even how Hermione received a letter. I guess that would explain it. To be honest, I never really knew much about my mum's family. The Durselys never spoke about that side very often. I guess my grandparents and my aunt didn't get on very well."

"Didn't you say once, that they were really happy when your mum got her letter from Hogwart's?" Harry nodded his head silently. "Maybe they were upset that your aunt chose to ignore hers. That along with your uncle's prejudice would explain the distance between them."

"I suppose," Harry said with a frown. "Ginny," he asked again after a moment's pause. "Do you think I'm compassionate?"

"Very," she said with a wicked smile.

"I'm serious. The three witches and Dumbledore all said it's because of my compassion that I wasn't placed in Slytherin, or why I couldn't abandon Dudley to the Siren."

"Does that bother you?"

"In a way. The witches said the three tasks taught me about loyalty, compassion and love. I just don't see where I learned any of those things. I mean, I feel them sometimes, like when you and I are together, or when I have to defend Hogwart's from Voldemort, but I don't think they are really a part of me."

"Harry, how would you define loyalty?" Ginny asked, sitting up from where she lay across from him on the floor. Harry's frown deepened as he thought.

"The willingness to defend one's beliefs, I guess."

"How do you define the loyalty you feel towards me and your friends?"

"I'm loyal to you because I love you. I'm loyal to Ron and Hermione because...well, I don't know. I guess it's because of all that we've been through. They never really liked me because I was Harry Potter, The-Boy-Who-Lived, but because I was just me. They defended me and backed me up whenever I needed them."

"And you've done the same for them?"

"Of course."

"What about my dad and Dumbledore? Why are you loyal to them?"

"Because they have always believed me and supported me. What are you getting at?"

"Loyalty comes with time, with heart. You feel loyal toward all of us because of your love for us, because of your feelings for us. Don't you see Harry? Loyalty, compassion, love, it's all the same thing. Just in different levels." Harry continued to frown as he stared at her, thinking about what she was saying.

"Harry, did you fall in love with me when I sent that valentine's card during my first year?"

"No, you embarrassed me." Ginny laughed.

"Then why did you rescue me from the Chamber of Secrets?"

"Because you were young...innocent...Ron's sister."

"What else?" Harry shrugged his shoulders. "Because your compassion for life outweighed your hatred for evil. You saved me because you couldn't bare anyone falling into the hands of Voldemort. That is compassion. That is love. Your loyalty to Ron topped the cake, so to speak."

"I guess I never really looked at it like that." Harry sat up crossing his legs in front of him. "If I've always had these things, then why the bloody hell did I have to spend three months traveling all over the world, when I could have been home with you? Why did I have spend every night with a headache, trying to figure out riddles I hate?"

"I think maybe the witches knew you had to learn more about Harry Potter," Ginny laughed.

"What I learned was that he wanted to be home with you!" Ginny laughed, pushing Harry down to the floor and straddling his waist with her tiny frame.

"You learned more than that, Mr. Potter," she smiled. "I can see a different glow inside you. There's more to your summer than you want to admit. Anyway, I'm just glad you're home."

"Miss me bad?" he teased, eager to avoid any more talk about the past and his hatred for riddles.

"I can show you," she smiled back, leaning closer to his lips, her hair falling down to caress his bare chest. "If you really want me to?" she teased in an after breath.

"What do you think?" he demanded, his hand slipping up into her hair, pulling her closer to him.

Somehow, the long lonely nights spent in this tent over the past three months, were never as enjoyable or pleasurable as this one was. With the bravery of a young red head and the freedom to explore newly imagined talents, the rest of that night was any but lonely for The-Boy-Who-Lived....and loved.