Harry Potter and Unexpected Beginnings

Chapter twenty-five

Handing her his wand, Harry stepped back and allowed her to use it. "Circumago," she whispered, causing a pale blue light to stream out of her wand and encase the room in a soft shimmer for a few moments. Harry turned back to her, a questioning look in his eyes. She smiled softly, a blush hinting her otherwise creamy complexion.

"How did you learn that spell?" he asked her suspiciously.

"I heard George use it back at Hogwart's when he wanted to be alone with Katie Bell," she told him. "It's just a basic distraction spell, mixed with a silencer. Now nobody will think twice to come in and disturb us."

"You're a very cleaver witch, aren't you Virginia?" Ginny frowned softly.

"You've never used my real name before," she told him shyly. "I've only heard it when mum or dad is really angry with me."

"I could never be angry with you, my princess. I love your name, and I love you." Harry pulled her back into his arms, kissing her lips until she was quite breathless. He slipped the wand out of her tiny hand, allowing his fingers to linger for a few precious moments, as they caressed each one of her slender digits. He placed the tip of his wand to her lower abdomen, watching the curious expression cross her delicate features.

"Tempero Partus," he whispered, watching as her eyes widened.

"It tingles," she gasped, seeing the seductive smile creep across his lips, the question lingering in her honey eyes.

"For protection," he told her, watching the acknowledgement cross her face with another blush. "You are so beautiful," he told her, tossing his wand to the end of the bed, and pulling her back into his arms, kissing her cheek and her neck, then leading his lips to the soft spot beneath her ear. Harry knew exactly how to excite her, and was thankful for all those months of kissing and petting that had led him to know how she would respond to his touch.

"I'm not beautiful," she argued with a gasp, as his tongue began to trace a moist hot path along her jaw line. "I've got too many freckles, and my hair is too thick and stringy." Harry chuckled, kissing her cheek, moving her hair away from her shoulders so he could kiss them. He slowly began walking forward, stepping her backwards toward the fur rug, then gently pushed her down to lie on top of it. The roaring fire was warm against their thin clothing, and Harry felt the restraining spell he'd cast on himself wearing off quicker than he had anticipated.

"For your information, I happen to love every single freckle, and I love how your hair hangs down your back. It's soft and smells like spring, and feels like satin in my hands. And for future reference, Miss Weasley, I would greatly appreciate your not insulting my one true love. I'll have to get very angry with you."

"What would you do to stop me, Mr. Potter?" she teased, seeing the darkening of his green eyes when he looked up into her face. Harry leaned down, pressing his lips to hers, nipping at her lower lip gently with his teeth. Ginny gasped, listening to his soft chuckle.

"I'll do what I have to, in order to silence you," he told her, an evil grin crossing his moist lips.

"Show me," she whispered, watching the intent look cross his face. Harry leaned over, slowly, as if time itself had no meaning. They watched the other's eyes, as their lips neared, the softness of that kiss was soul wrenching. Harry felt like shouting his love for her, from the very top of the Astronomy Tower at Hogwart's. Their kiss deepened, their tongues meeting and mingling like dueling swords, tasting and teasing the other. His hands slid up to the straps of her gown, and he looped his fingers around one. Slowly and deliberately he slid it down, until it nearly pulled the top of her bodice off her chest. His lips broke free from hers, kissing their way down her neck and across her shoulder. Ginny gasped as he led his tongue across the exposed skin of her chest, up the other arm as he pulled the strap away from her skin. He slowly traced the star pattern of her birthmark with his tongue, causing chills to travel across her delicate flesh.

"Harry, I love you," she whispered, feeling the warmth of his breath as he came back to her neck and up to her ear.

"One last time," he warned her. "Make sure this is what you want. Once we're done, there will be no turning back. You'll be mine for all eternity."

"I'm sure," she whispered, gasping again as he sucked the delicate lobe of her ear into his mouth, his tongue teasing the tender flesh.

Harry slowly positioned himself to lay part way across her, leaning down he captured her lips in a searing kiss, his tongue touching hers, challenging it in a daring caress. He slid the tip of his tongue along her teeth, tasting and exploring the contours of her mouth. When breathing became an urgent demand, he left her mouth, his breath coming in deep pants. He kissed her cheek, up to her ear and the delicate spot beneath her earlobe. His hand, which he had forced to remain stationary on her waist, slid its way up her ribs to rest just below her breast. He remembered exactly how she had felt from their last encounter in Myrtle's bathroom, he remembered the feel of her breast against his tongue and felt his mouth watering for another taste.

His mouth slowly kissed a path down her neck to her chest, as his fingers made their way back up to the strap of her gown. With cautious fingers, he gently tugged the material, until her breast was exposed to the warm tingling of the night air. Harry continued to play with her desires, slowly licking his way down to the deep cleavage between her breasts, as his other hand repeated his actions and exposed both breasts to his eager touch. His hands, large and warm covered the delicate mounds, holding them safely in his grasp. Harry found refraining from going faster, from taking her with all his effort and power, difficult to resist. The spell he had cast on himself was wearing off so fast, he was having a very difficult time going slow.

Ginny moaned as his fingers began to caress the delicate flesh of her breasts, pinching gently until the small pebble like nipples hardened beneath his touch. He led his mouth, moist and eager to explore, across her chest to engulf one of her breasts. Slowly he teased the delicate nipple with his tongue, then gently suckled it, nipping at it with his teeth until she nearly screamed with penned up frustration. Harry smiled to himself. Knowing what he was doing to her and how much she was enjoying it. It was just what he needed to hang on to the remnants of the restraining spell he'd cast. As long as she was finding pleasure in his touch, he could somehow find the strength to resist going faster.

"Harry please," she pleaded softly, glancing down as he looked up into her eyes, smiling brightly.

"Do you like that?" he asked her knowingly.

"Please, I need you," she begged, her eyes filled with deep emotion and desire. Harry shook his head.

"No," he told her in a hushed, husky tone. "You haven't felt what need is yet. Be patient, my love. I promise you'll have what you want soon." Harry reached beneath her, pulling the material of her gown down her back, penning her arms to her sides with the satin. He gingerly positioned himself fully between her legs, leaning down he trailed his tongue down her breasts again as he suckled slightly harder, causing her to moan louder and her back to arch toward his mouth.

Harry reluctantly left the warmth of her inviting breasts, continuing to move his lips down her flat stomach, his tongue dipping into her navel, teasing and testing her depths of desire. He envisioned the pictures he had seen in George's magazine, remembering how the girl had looked when the wizard she was with spread her legs and settled his lips between them. He wanted Ginny to feel like that, to feel a passion and need as she had never imagined, and would never grow tired of. He pulled the gown further down her hips, staring with delight at the sight of her creamy skin, free of knickers. The soft mound of tiny red curls called out to him, and he answered them, his lips kissing a warm path toward the spot he would soon fill with his own desires.

"No," Ginny argued. "You mustn't do that." Harry glanced up, his hands continuing to tug her gown down her body, across her long slender legs and tossing it across the room.

"Why not?" he demanded in a teasing tone.

"It's just not proper." Harry chuckled, his eyes twinkling a deep green to her.

"We're in a room beneath your sleeping parents, and above two very powerful Aurors, preparing to make love for the first time and daring anyone to stop us. Now what's so proper about any of that?"

"That's different," Ginny argued, squirming slightly as he laid his weight on top of her, penning her to the soft fur of the rug.

"Do you trust me?" he asked gently, capturing her eyes with his.

"With my life," she whispered.

"Then trust me to please you. It's what I want to do, Ginny, it's what I've dreamed of. Please don't deny me this, don't deny yourself the chance to feel true passion." Ginny bit her lip in fear and apprehension, but nodded wordlessly. If Harry said she would enjoy this, then how could it be wrong? He was never wrong, and she had willingly put herself in his hands. Harry smiled, leaning down and kissing her inner thigh, as he pushed himself down to settle comfortably on his objective. His hand slid beneath her hips while his free hand gently caressed its way across her tummy, testing her responses. He played with the soft curls, as he kissed her tummy. He slid a finger between the moist folds of skin, as he kissed his way down her inner thighs, spreading them apart further. He caressed the tender bud of her desire, as his tongue licked moist hot circles around the back of her knee. Slowly he slipped a finger inside the wet portal of her desires, hearing her gasp with a mixture of anticipation and shock. He gently pulled his hand out from beneath her, no longer fearing her escape, laying it across her tummy and held her down to the rug as she squirmed passionately beneath him. His tongue continued to lick a path toward his goal, as his fingers played and tormented her desires to dangerous heights. He smiled as he slowly and nervously slipped his tongue gingerly between the folds of skin his fingers had explored and now held open for him.

Ginny quickly gasped at the sensation, her hips attempting to move away and her hands reaching his shoulders in an attempt to push him away, but her actions were restrained by his arm across her abdomen, his strength too much for her to dislodge. Harry ignored her objections as he explored the hot recesses of her passion, and he smiled to himself as she eased into acceptance, moaning at his tongue tormented and teased her ruthlessly. He continued to slowly move his finger in and out of her, stretching the tightness of her virginity, imitating the strokes his body would show her in a very short time. His tongue licked, his teeth nipped and his fingers caused a throbbing to erupt from the deepest depths of her womanhood. Ginny arched her back upwards while her hands grasped his head, holding him to her. She called out his name, her head tossing from side to side, and Harry couldn't believe what was happening. His little Ginny was climaxing beneath his touch, he was experiencing a true piece of her that nobody ever had, or ever would.

Harry felt a power burn to life within him, he had never known. He felt invincible, eager to fill her with his own desires. He just had one thing left to do, before he could proceed. He rose above her, his lips quickly kissing their way back to her neck, his fingers continuing to tease her, allowing her to experience every moment of her first orgasm. He reached his free hand out toward the bed, glancing to her passion filled eyes.

"Accio wand," he commanded, watching as his wand flew into his hand. Ginny slowed the deep grinding of her hips against him, as he reluctantly removed his fingers. She looked up into his eyes, seeing the seriousness of his expression. He pointed the tip of his wand to her lower regions again.

"What are you doing?" she whispered in a deep, husky tone.

"I know a spell to prevent you feeling the pain," he told he. Ginny wrapped her fingers around the slender shaft of wood, holding it a few inches away from her, shaking her head.

"I don't want you to stop the pain," she told him. "I want to feel it. I have to know it's real."

"It is real, my darling, but I don't want you to feel this. I don't want to hurt you. Please, let me do this. I promise you'll only feel the pleasure."

"No Harry. You can't deny me this. I've dreamt of having you inside me for so long, I won't let you deprive me of experiencing this. I'm not a fool, I know it will hurt, but I want to feel it. Please, don't deny me this." Harry looked devastated. He loved her so much, all he wanted to do was spare her the pain he knew he would cause, yet she was denying him helping her. Ginny eased the wand out of his grip, tossing it across the room to slide under the bed.

"Make me yours," she demanded, arching her hips upward until he felt like he was about to explode. He gently eased the tip of his arousal against the moist portal of her body, and stopped. He looked at her pleadingly, but all she did was smile, nodding her approval. Slowly he slid inside her tight body, watching the expression that began to cross through her eyes.

"It's not too late," he whispered, seeing the tears spring to her eyes. Again she shook her head no, refusing him the use of his wand. Slowly he pushed forward, feeling the barrier that stopped him from entering her warm body. He continued to watch the pain shine in her eyes, it was gut wrenching as he pressed firmly against it, feeling the stretching of her flesh, watching the tears slide down her cheeks. He hated what was happening to her, he wanted to stop but his body demanded he continue. He had to press onward, he had to complete his descent into her warm body, his own desires demanded him not to stop. The need was too great, and yet he felt horrible for causing her so much grief. He drew a deep breath, and pushed into her delicate body, with one swift sure stroke. Once he was sheathed completely, he found a small degree of patience, and leaned down, kissing her neck, allowing her to become accustomed to the feel of his manhood inside her.

"I'm so sorry," he whispered against her ear, kissing her neck passionately, his tongue licking a warm path to the other side. "Forgive me," he begged.

Ginny shook her head. She couldn't speak at that moment, all she could do was reign in her pain, allow her body to consume it and force it to be absorbed. Harry leaned up on his elbows, watching her face slowly relax as her body began to grow accustomed to his size. Gently he began to pull out, feeling the urgent demand for his own release building behind his movements. He forced himself to remain under control, while he slipped nearly all the way out of her, and then slowly pushed his way back in. Ginny's eyes widened at the sensations of his movements, the pain no longer demanding attention, but was rather a dull throb in the back of her mind. She felt him continue to move in and out of her, just as his fingers had done a few short minutes before, but this was no finger, this was him, and she was quickly becoming aroused with the sensations he was causing. She loved the feel of him, and carefully lifted her legs around his hips, feeling him slide further into her.

Harry groaned deeply, laying his head against her neck and kissing the delicate flesh there. He was losing all thought, all he could do was feel and feeling right now was the most incredible sensation he'd ever experienced. He loved the hot wet portal that beckoned him forward, and he soon began to pick up speed. He had an urgent demand building inside him, he had to know more, he had to feel more, to experience a release so primal the world itself would explode with him. Harry leaned down, pressing his weight against her, wrapping his arms beneath her and cradling her tightly against him. He could feel her need building along with him, and within a few breaths she was arching against him again, her fingernails digging into his shoulders as she called out his name. Instantly Harry felt the primal demand of his release, burying himself fully inside her, the loud growl of release evidence of his first orgasm as a man.

Moments ticked by as Harry lay down against her shoulder, resting on top of the panting, sweaty form of the only girl he would ever experience this with. He felt completely out of breath and absolutely full of love. He couldn't be sure how she felt, though he could guess easily enough, but he knew he hadn't just succeeded in making a woman out of her, but she had made a man out of him. She had made him Ginny Weasley's man, and he never wanted to be anything else.