A Distant Howl

A wolf howled in the background. Ginny smiled, her face shining with a silver shimmer from the moon.

"A grey Farahound," she said softly. Those were her favourite, not many knew that they inhabited the forbidden forest. She chuckled.

"The forbidden forest, the forbidden meeting." She loved the irony. She heard the crunch of leaves and stood prepared with her wand. You had to be careful in this forest.

"Oh it's you. I wasn't sure if you could make it," she said, trying to sound casual, but failing. She was happy, and why shouldn't she be? Harry could have had her, but he didn't want her. In her opinion, he had missed his chance.

"A night with you? I wouldn't miss it for all the money in Gringotts," he replied in a smooth, nostalgic voice.

He moved closer, she held her breath. She was fully aware how her robes were slightly too small. So was he, by the looks of things. Ginny had become a woman, she was 17 and had blossomed beautifully.

Then he backed away, turning around and shaking his head. She didn't know if to say anything. So she just stared.

"This is wrong, you're 17. Merely a teenager," he said. She wasn't too sure if she was supposed to answer. She remained quiet all the same.

"I could lose my job," he continued, "Lose my precious few friends."

Minutes dragged by slowly.

"I love you," she said finally. She could think of nothing else to say, and the thought of not being with him was killing her inside. He turned and walked towards her. He grabbed her arm and shook her.

"Do you really? Do you actually know what love means? You're just a child, a young woman," he said. He was scaring her. Softly, she started to weep.

His face started to melt, as tough and unemotional as he tried to be, no one could look the other way when Ginny cried. Her long, fiery hair would fall around her face. The bits that were hit by the pain filled tears would cling to her face refusing to let go.

He put a hand delicately under her chin, lifting her face a little. God, she was beautiful, he couldn't deny it.

She sniffed, blinking wildly. Slowly he lowered his face down. Softly kissing the end of her nose, then her mouth. Just little butterfly kisses. She eagerly replied, kissing him back. Slowly he began to open his mouth a little wider, accepting the slow massages of her pointy tongue. Soon they were in the midst of a battle of tongues.

In the background the Faraday Wolf howled again. He broke away.

"The Faraday Wolf, your favourite," he said softly.

"You remembered. Must you leave now?" she said, pleadingly. She had still not opened her eyes, in fear she would wake up.

"Sorry, I have to," he said, "but Ginny..."

Now she opened her eyes and looked into the black eyes of his.

"I'm afraid I insist that you have detention tomorrow," he said.

"Whatever have I done," she said, playing along.

"There is no way you will get your potions homework done tonight," he replied, smoothly.