Rating:
R
House:
Schnoogle
Characters:
Draco Malfoy
Genres:
General Romance
Era:
Multiple Eras
Spoilers:
Philosopher's Stone Chamber of Secrets Prizoner of Azkaban Goblet of Fire Order of the Phoenix
Stats:
Published: 12/31/2003
Updated: 04/18/2004
Words: 181,191
Chapters: 46
Hits: 99,765

Harry Potter and Unexpected Beginnings

dan's girl62

Story Summary:
The summer after OoTP, Harry discovers he has control of his connection with Voldemort, and uses it to his advantage. With the help of his friends, and an unexpected joining of their team, Harry and the gang return to school for their 6th year and go in search of a way to defeat Voldemort. However, when teenage hormones set in, can Harry find room in his heart to love, or will he reject her based on fear of a prophecy that dictates his future...or lack thereof. Rated R for future chapters.

Chapter 27

Posted:
02/26/2004
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2,059


Chapter twenty-seven

Harry paced the room, back and forth, over and over. He was furious. He wanted to scream at Ginny, he wanted to yell and cuss, he wanted to punch something really hard. But he couldn't. He loved her, and right now that was the only thing that was holding his temper in check. Ginny sensed this, and relaxed, sitting in the middle of the bed, having witnessed Harry's temper as he used his wand to set Phineas' painting on fire, moments before it vanished into thin air, leaving only the shadow of where it had once been above the bed. She watched him torment himself for ten minutes, occasionally punching the chair as he passed or kicking the bed's posts. Ginny understood his frustration; Harry was a very private person. It wasn't so much that he didn't want Ron and Hermione to know, in fact she was certain he would have told them personally when the time was right, it was more the idea that they had been watched by Phineas. It was the fact that their perfect night had been sullied by an unseen set of eyes.

Ginny was tired and watching Harry pace the floor was making her feel worse. It had been a long day and it was nearly midnight again. Everyone had gone to bed ages ago, and the house was still and quiet. Misty had cleaned the room earlier that day, so there was nothing for her to do while Harry tried to reign in his emotions. They had managed only a few short hours of sleep last night, and even though she would like nothing more right now than to repeat their night, especially after having already used the healing spell Hermione helped her find, she was growing tired of waiting for Harry to say something or do something.

Without hesitation, Ginny stood, retrieved his wand from under the bed, and cast the distraction spell on the room. Harry barely noticed what she had done, as she went to the door, locking it just to be safe. She then stepped back around him, slowly unfastening her shirt and slipping it off her shoulders. It wasn't until she had removed her skirt, that she noticed Harry had stopped pacing and was watching her. A part of her felt embarrassed, while another part of her was intrigued and wanted to torment and tease him into a good mood. She turned her back to him, slipping her knickers off slowly, before reaching around to the back for the fastenings of her bra. She didn't have a chance to unhook them, when a hand came up, stopping her. Harry wrapped his free hand around her waist, as his other hand easily unfastened the elastic strap at her back. His breath was warm and tickled her neck, as he bent over her, slipping her bra down her slender arms and tossing it to the floor.

Harry's hands reached out and cupped her delicate breasts, warming them and caressing them into responding. He leaned over her, licking a path from her shoulder to her ear with his tongue, before tracing the contours of her tiny lobe. She could feel his arousal pushing gently into her backside. She leaned backwards pushing against him, resting her head on his shoulder as he continued to caress her breasts with one hand, his other slowly making a path down to the soft mound of curls between her legs. Ginny knew his anger had been burned away, the sight of her body, the body he craved now more than breath, had made him forget everything else, but having her.

"I'm still new at this whole love thing," she whispered as his teeth began to graze her neck, his fingers toying with her hardened nipple. "Should I deny you pleasure since you've been horribly mean to me, or should I forgive and forget?"

"You should definitely forgive and forget," he whispered into her ear. His fingers began to part the fold of skin between her legs, making her feel suddenly weak as he found the bud of her desire and began to stroke it.

"That's not what my mum would do," she warned him. "She would make my dad sleep on the sofa until he promised to behave himself."

"There's no sofa around here," he told her, amusement etching his words as he felt her restraints weakening.

"There is in the sitting room."

"All right," he told her taking a quick step backwards. "I'll go sleep there." Ginny stumbled at the sudden loss of the human wall behind her, and was caught inches above the floor by a pair of strong arms. Harry chuckled as she gasped in surprise lifting her up and cradling her as she had done downstairs with baby Molly.

"You are such a prat," she scolded him, leaning her head against his shoulder as he carried her to the bed and laid her gently to the covers.

"I was only doing as you suggested. It's not my fault you don't know how to stand on your own two feet."

"Why should I stand, when I have such warm, strong arms to support me?"

"Now who's being the prat? You know what your problem is, Miss Weasley? You're spoiled rotten."

"So you're saying I even taste spoiled?" Harry narrowed his eyes as he crawled onto the bed, instead of lying next to her, he quickly covered her naked body with his own, still fully clothed.

"Are you hinting at something, Ginny?" The blush that crept up her face, started at her breasts and Harry found himself inspecting every pink inch of her delicate body.

"I think you know what I want, Harry. Please?" Harry leaned down into her arms, kissing her neck and whispering in her ear.

"Tell me," he challenged her, knowing she would never ask him directly.

"No," she told him, her pink flesh turning red. "I can't, it isn't proper."

"I don't want proper in my bed, Ginny. I want you, every beautiful, desirable, delicious inch of you. Tell me, or I won't do it."

"I can't," she whispered shyly. Harry chuckled, sensing her desire to tell him what she wanted him to do, but knowing the newness of their relationship wouldn't permit it just yet, no matter how much he pleaded with her.

"Shall I guess at what you want me to do for you?" he teased, looking at her as she nodded her red head. Harry sat up slowly, inspecting her slender, sexy frame with great interest.

"Let's see," he began, as he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his muscular shoulders. "Would you like me to kiss your neck?" Ginny nodded, and Harry pulled off one shoe. "What about your ears? I know you like it when I lick them, shall I do that as well?" Again she nodded, her cheeks a fire red as he pulled off his other shoe. "Would you like me to kiss you here?" he asked her, gently caressing the dip of her neck, feeling the pulse beneath his fingers pick up speed. He bent over and kissed her, his tongue darting out to taste the pulse that pounded beneath his touch.

"Do you want to know where I would like to kiss?" he asked her, reaching for his belt and tugging it free from the loops of his jeans. Ginny nodded frantically, as he bent over her, taking one of her hardened nipples in his mouth and suckling it deeply. He delighted in the gasp he offered him, and then relished the deep moan that escaped her throat. This new game of theirs was making him extremely excited, just the idea of teasing her this way, it was new and intriguing and he was actually quite enjoying it. Who would ever have thought that trying to get a girl to ask you to kiss her, could be so much fun?

"Would you like me to touch you, too?" he asked, standing up from the bed, and pulling his jeans off his well defined and definitely aroused body. Ginny blushed deeper than he had ever seen before as he knelt on the bed next to her. "I don't think I will touch you," he told her, watching her eyes dart up to him in surprise. "I think you should do a little exploring of your own. After all, I spent the better part of last night getting to know your beautiful body. Maybe it's time you got to know mine." Ginny smiled a wicked grin and sat up on the bed next to him, pulling her legs under her. Harry saw the glint in her eyes as she leaned forward and kissed his neck.

Slowly and silently, she trailed hot kisses down his neck, across his shoulder and over his chest. Harry knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer, especially when her tongue began to trace circles around his small hardened nipples.

"Lay down," she ordered him, moving aside so he could stretch out on the mattress. Harry obeyed, and lay on his back, his hands caressing her shoulders, playing in her hair and cupping her cheek as she continued kissing him. He couldn't believe she was doing this, her lips traveling to his ribs, her fingers caressing and tracing each bone that protruded beneath his taunt skin. Her lips were hot and sensuous as she kissed her way down his stomach, her hands reaching further down to caress the soft hair of his thighs. He was nearly spent, and knew there would be little restraint left in him, if she continued on the path she was heading. But the idea of stopping her never entered his mind. Instead, he remembered a picture from George's magazine, and recalled how intrigued he and Ron had been when they watched the girl in the photo doing what they both wanted their girls to try.

Ginny's hand traveled up his inner thigh, as her lips traveled down, her tongue caressing his smooth flesh. Her fingers found their target and cupped the soft, tender flesh between his legs. He flinched slightly, placing his hand over hers and smiling.

"Easy there," he whispered. "They're attached." Ginny smiled as her free hand began to stroke the length of his desire and her tongue darted out to caress where her fingers were playing. Harry closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening, it was too wonderful for words, too delightful to be real. But it was and when she opened her mouth to take him in, he felt like he had died and went to heaven. She was such a surprise and such a delight that he couldn't move for what seemed like hours, but as he felt his passion mounting, he knew this was not where he wanted to be when he found his release. He eased her away from him, smiling as he gently pulled her back up to the pillows, laying her on her back and covering her with his warm body. He kissed her passionately, knowing there would be no way at the moment for him to repeat her exploration of his body, with hers. He had to be inside her, he didn't have much time and nearly exploded as he touched the tip of his engorged arousal to her moist, hot portal. Without thought, passion controlling his actions, Harry pushed inside her savagely, listening to her gasp of desire as he began rocking against her. His hips picked up a rhythm that she quickly matched, and within moments they were clinging to each other, their cries of release echoed in unison, desire too overwhelming, too consuming for either of them to speak.

"I take it you're not that upset with me anymore," Ginny asked after a few minutes to regain her composure. Harry rolled off her, pulling her into his arms next to him, their legs wrapped around each other.

"I suppose I overreacted. I'm just not used to being the center of attention, I mean I really don't like people knowing that much about my life. I am sorry if I scared you."

"You didn't. I knew you wouldn't hurt me, you were just angry. I don't think Phineas will ever want to cross you again though."

"I can't believe he watched the entire night," Harry said, a deep blush creeping up his cheeks. "It's just like when Myrtle watched me take a bath in the Prefects bathroom."

"When did that happen?" Ginny asked with a smile, leaning up on her elbow next to him.

"When I was trying to figure out the second clue in the Triwizard Tournament. I don't know how long she was there, but I'm sure she saw more than she should have."

"That's why she's so intent on you, Harry," Ginny teased. "Who wouldn't want you after seeing your magnificent body."

"It was two years ago, I was barely fourteen, and there wasn't much to see. You're such a prat." He pulled her back down to lie next to him on the mattress, kissing the top of her head. It was a whole new experience for him, to laugh and joke with a girl, to feel so many emotions within a single span of time. It was a new world for him, and he was happy to be in it. As long as he had his Ginny, there was nothing that could go wrong, and nothing that they couldn't face.

Ron rolled over, lighting the candle on the bedside table. He rubbed his eyes with his palms and looked at the young woman who was lying asleep next to him. The smile he offered her was warm and genuine. He never imagined he could love this nosy, book-smart, know-it-all, that just a few years ago he could barely sit in the same room with, without poking fun of her or making her angry. Still, her anger was one of the things he found intriguing, weird to him as that sounded.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked, stirring awake next to him. Ron glanced at the bedside clock.

"Half past two," he told her, then lay down and gathered her in his arms.

"Why are you up so early?"

"I couldn't sleep. I was thinking about meeting your parents. 'Mione, I'm really scared. I know your dad isn't going to accept me, the way you think. He's going to murder me, when he finds out I've taken your...that is when he learns we're...oh, hell."

"Ron relax," Hermione chuckled. "My mum knows and she's all right with it."

"She what? You told her? Are you mental?" Ron sat up in bed, staring at the girl as if she had three heads.

"Relax. I had to talk to someone, and I needed some questions answered. I told her what happened, and about the potion, and how it was all my idea. She wasn't angry, in fact she found the whole thing amusing. She actually laughed at me, when I told her bit the buttons off your shirt."

"That was pretty funny, if you think about it," Ron smiled, receiving a punch in the arm from the girl lying naked beside him. "Sorry, but you have to admit, looking back on it, it wasn't exactly the most romantic setting for our first time."

"Well, you made up for that last night," Hermione said with a blush, watching the color creep up Ron's neck. "Where did you learn all those things you did?" Ron's color deepened as he smiled at her.

"I actually read them in a book." Hermione stared at the boy with wide eyes, a look of shock on her creamy features.

"I don't believe it. You were reading, during the holidays, and you weren't told you had to?"

"It's not that big of a deal," Ron said, leaning on his elbow next to her, brushing her hair out of her face. "Harry and I had questions too, and we weren't about to ask my dad, so we had to do something."

"So what kind of a book was it?" Ron cleared his throat softly, then reluctantly reached beneath his bed, and pulled out the magazine of George's.

"You were reading a smut magazine?" Hermione said in surprise.

"Don't knock it, 'Mione. I got a lot of ideas from that smut, and as I recall it, you weren't all that upset last night when I tried them out on you." Hermione blushed, opening the book and looking at the pictures, finding the ones that Ron had mentioned.

"This isn't really considered a book, you know? There are very few words."

"There are some really interesting articles, though," Ron told her, turning the pages to the article Harry found most interesting. Hermione read the words and smiled.

"So this is where most of your ideas came from, huh?"

"Harry said it wasn't too late to make up for our first time. I figured, you deserved something better to remember." Hermione's eyes began to fill with tears as she reached up and hugged the boy next to her.

"I love you Ronald Weasley," she said with a sniff.

"If you love me, then why are you crying? What did I do this time?" Hermione chuckled, shaking her head.

"You are so funny sometimes. I'm not upset, I just think it's wonderful that you were so concerned about making me feel better about what happened. Last night was marvelous, and I absolutely love what you did."

"Would you like a repeat performance?" Ron asked, kissing her neck.

"Are you sure that protection spell will last?" Ron eased her beneath him, spreading her legs so he could find the right position.

"It was an extended spell," he told her leaning down and gently kissing her breasts. "It will last for two weeks, before we have to repeat it." Hermione gasped gently, as he sucked her pebble hard nipple into his mouth.

"Two weeks will take us through the rest of the holidays," she whispered, as he began kissing his way down her flat stomach. Ron chuckled, remembering how she had insisted a short time ago, that this was not proper and he proved to her, proper or not it was very pleasurable.

"It may be enough to last, but we'll have to remember to renew it when we get back to school."

"Are you thinking we'll need it?"

"Yeah," he said in a patronizing tone. "We'll probably use every closet in Hogwart's more than my brothers ever did."

"I will not make love with you in the closets," Hermione argued, and then gasped when his fingers found their target. Ron smiled, knowing it wouldn't take much to convince her to being with him wherever and whenever he wanted. He now knew what it took to turn this library-loving girl, into a puddle of molted lava.

"What about the Astronomy Tower," he asked, as he kissed the tender skin of her inner thighs.

"No," she whispered, a little less sternly than before.

"What about the McGonagall's classroom?" he asked, his lips kissing the soft mound of curly brown hair.

"No," she whispered softly, no longer really listening to what was being asked of her.

"How about anywhere I ask you to?" he said, the tip of his tongue sliding between the folds of skin, touching the bud of her desires.

"Yes," she moaned, and Ron smiled brightly. He knew how to close this girl's books and make her think of other things. He knew it wouldn't take much to convince this girl, this girl who would one day be his wife, into letting him please her. And pleasing her was what he desperately wanted to do and never stop.

"Have you figured out the rest of the prophecy yet?" the image of Dippet asked from his painting, looking down to Dumbledore. The old wizard glanced up to his former Headmaster. He had been trying to figure out the prophecy for months, but had yet to understand the last of it.

"I know it should be simple, but I can't put my finger on it."

"It has something to do with Lily's sacrifice," the aged, fat witch said from her perch above the current Headmaster.

"'The mother's blood would prove strong, and through the son, the fall of darkness will be,'" said Dumbledore, more to himself than to the others.

"'The light is green and so a flame will grow,'" stated Phineas, repeating part of the prophecy he had heard over the past sixteen years.

"'The flames of passion will be the undoing,'" Dumbledore muttered softly. "What green flame could it be referring to? I have found no writings about a green flame. Lily's sacrifice has given Harry unique gifts, more than we have ever anticipated. Now that he's joined with his soul mate, the powers they possess together will only grow. It won't be long before the connection is tested. If it is meant to be, they will soon have the mind of one."

"Do you think Potter will be strong enough to deal with all that has been prophesized?" Phineas asked, watching from his painting as Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.

"He is only a boy, but he is powerful and more mature than we could ever have hoped for. The time is coming, and all we can do is hope that he will be ready," Dumbledore leaned his head back against his chair and closed his eyes. "If only we could understand the last of the prophecy. If only I could find the green flame, maybe we could help Harry so he won't feel so alone."

"He's not alone, remember?" the old witch said again. "He has the girl and the other three points of the star to help him."

"But that puts another damper on the moment," Phineas complained. "Is the last point Malfoy or Longbottom?"

"I wish I knew. Both could be the missing link, and then again there is another to consider."

"Who? There are only the two, who have lost their mothers. They both have reason to join the fight against the dark side."

"There is another, though she has not lost her mother in the same manner, she could easily be the missing point."

"She? Who?" asked the old witch with a frown. Dumbledore looked up from where he sat, a frown to match hers creased his brow, his head pounding with the thoughts and confusion he'd been dealing with for the past sixteen years began to make themselves known, in a painful manner. He closed his eyes again, the images of the three who could be the last to join the fight filtered in front of his closed eyes, as he told the old Headmasters the name of whom he had been considering, "Miss Luna Lovegood."


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