Menace

Chapter Nine

Ginny looked at him in numb silence, wondering if she had heard him correctly. "But...you don't even like me," she said quietly, frowning. "You didn't want to...er...the other night, you don't think I'm worth it." She tried not to look too downcast at that thought, but she couldn't help it.

Harry sighed and pulled her against him, wrapping his arms around her body and feeling surprised that she wasn't trying to pull away. "You're worn it Gin, I wanted you so badly that it hurt to pull back like that, but you have to understand, Charlie trusted me, you trusted me, and I was about to betray that trust. And that's beside the fact that you've been like a sister to me since the day we met,"

"You're not my brother," she said, unable to lift her head while he was holding her so close to his chest. "My brothers don't try to kill me."

He chuckled. "No, no one could accuse them of doing that," he murmured, turning his head so he could rest his cheek on her hair. "But that doesn't change the fact that we're like family." He sighed and closed his eyes, really letting himself relax and enjoy just holding her. "Are you scared, right now?"

Ginny bit her lip and frowned slightly. No, scared wasn't at all how she was feeling at the moment, not when she was being held this closely against his body. She shook her head, not trusting her voice again yet.

"Good, because I'm not angry, which means when I kiss you it will be because I want to kiss you, not for any other reason, right?" he asked, shifting her a tiny bit so he could tilt her chin up towards him.

"I...I guess," she murmured, looking up at him. "Are you going to, then?"

"Oh yeah, I'm going to," he said, his voice a slow deep rumble that made her shiver. Her eyes dropped to his mouth and watched as it got closer and closer to her own, wondering at her own lack of self- preservation. She should be stopping him. She should be fighting. Why was she allowing him to do this to her again, when she knew he didn't really think she was worth the trouble? Shut up, shut up, shut up! She ruthlessly clamped down on her thoughts. For Merlin's sake, he was going to kiss her...and he was doing it because he really wanted to this time. Why the hell would anyone want to stop him? she wondered, her eyes drifting closed at the first touch of his warm lips.

Harry watched with faint amusement as her eyes closed in preparation, and then he couldn't think anymore as he pressed her lips open and delved past them to the softness beyond, drinking in her taste and losing himself in her touch. He treated it as if it were their first kiss, letting his tongue roam over the edge of her teeth, tracing each tiny shape and texture she had as he became familiar with her all over again. All the other times he had done this, there had been too many other emotions flowing through both of them, but this time there was nothing in the way. His hand lifted and wrapped around the back of her neck, sliding under her hair to pull her more firmly against him, the movement nudging her mouth further open to his onslaught.

She couldn't have protested even if she'd had any inclination to do so. The way he held her made her feel special, protected and loved, and it was that last emotion that made her return his kiss with even more fervour. She explored him in much the same manner he was exploring her, and the fact that her starving lungs were about to burst was pushed brutally to the back of her consciousness. Her hands crept up around his neck and she instantly speared her fingers through it, the soft strands winding around her digits as she held him to her. She heard him groan and a shudder ran through him seconds before he tore his mouth away from hers, breathing harshly as he looked into her dazed eyes.

"Merlin," he murmured, shifting slightly to relieve the pressure his jeans were suddenly causing him. "Are you okay?" She nodded and licked her lips, tasting him on them. He tried to steady his breathing, but found it impossible with her so close to him. "I want to finish this."

Ginny frowned, staring at him with all her emotions clear in her eyes. "You...you don't want....oh," she said softly, lowering her eyes.

He watched her expression and frowned, wondering why she looked hurt all of a sudden. Then he rolled his eyes. "No, I didn't mean I want to end this....I mean I want to finish it, take it further." He stared down at her and waited for any hint of understanding, but got none, and he had to elaborate. "I want to take you somewhere where we can be alone and where I can make love to you. Completely."

Ginny's face instantly went bright red and she stared at him in amazement. "You do?"

"Yeah I do, but what with Charlie and the party and...well, hell, everything...I guess that's just out of the question," he said, looking faintly disgusted with the situation.

"Not...not really. I...there's no one at my house, and Charlie said he'd be staying here until late evening at the very least. I know they took all the baby stuff they needed and I suppose..." Harry's mouth coming down on hers cut off her rambling, and she immediately dissolved against him and became boneless for the duration of the kiss.

"Then what the bleeding hell are we waiting for?" he asked her, panting as he broke away for a second time and jumped out of the truck, helping her down after him and pulling her along the road towards her house.

Ginny glanced back briefly and hoped no-one would see them, because sure as hell someone would come along and disturb them, and she really didn't want that to happen. At least, she didn't think she did. The short walk gave her time to think and her nerves started to appear as she realised the enormity of what was about to happen. Harry Potter was going to make love to her. No, she thought, that wasn't right. Harry Potter was going to make love with her. She was going to make love with Harry Potter. Her heartbeat started picking up and she swallowed down a rush of panic. What if it hurt? What if it wasn't the way she had read about and she hated it? Worse, what if he hated it? By the time they reached her house and he pushed the door open, she was about ready to bolt and he couldn't help but be aware of it. He glanced at her briefly and then led her upstairs and into her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind them and sitting down on the bed so he could pull her onto his lap.

"What's wrong, Firefly?" he asked her, making her blush as he used an endearment for the first time in ages. "Don't you want this?"

"I...I'm not...I don't know," she stammered in a small voice, not looking at him.

Harry hugged her to him and smiled. "We don't have to, not if you don't want to or you're not ready."

"I do...but..."

"What, pumpkin?" he asked, raising her chin so he could look into her eyes. He frowned when he got a good look at her. "Are you scared?"

She shook her head. "No. Well...not really."

"Not really?"

She bit her lip and looked up at him. "What if I'm useless at it?" she blurted out, looking really worried about it all.

He chuckled. "Ginny, you won't be useless at it. I already know how you feel underneath me, remember?" he asked, chuckling again at her fiery blush, his warm hand cupping her cheek and stroking the soft skin.

"Do you want me?"

"I think so, it's all so...fast," she whispered, her eyes huge.

"I guess it seems that way, after the way I've been acting, but it isn't too soon, not really, not for us. All that's important is that you really want me, right?"

"I guess so."

"And, quite frankly, I can't picture you giving anyone else what you're going to give me. We belong together Ginny. We have for a very long time. It's just that neither one of us realized it nor wanted to accept it. So how about we fool around a little, see where it leads? Anytime you want to stop, I'll stop. Okay?"

"Okay."

He nodded and lowered his head, kissing her in the most incredibly gentle way, his lips barely feathering over hers for what seemed like hours, until she was trying to push upwards to get more pressure. He obliged her, nudging her lips open and drawing her into a long slow kiss that made her dizzy, and it wasn't until he drew back that she realised she was laying down with him on top of her, his forearms holding his weight. He smiled down at her misty eyes and bent to nuzzle her jaw, his tongue marking a heated trail down the slender column of her throat before he sucked on the sensitive spot on her shoulder.

"Mmm, I like this top," he murmured, pulling the elasticized material downwards and finding it was easy to remove. The fact that she wore nothing underneath it at all made him like it even more and he grinned at her in an amazingly predatory way. She had just enough time to give a breathless laugh at the look and then she arched underneath him, her eyes closing and her hands clutching at his head when he put his mouth right over her nipple and sucked, drawing the hardened flesh into his mouth and flicking his tongue over it.

He smiled against her smooth skin as she moaned, small shivers racing through her body as he stoked her passions. He moved to the other breast while his hands got busy undoing her jeans and easing them slowly over her hips, every movement so smooth that she wasn't aware of what was happening, she could only feel what his mouth was doing to her. By the time he reluctantly released her, she had her jeans down around her knees and he set about pulling them all the way off, having to remove her small sneakers to accomplish it. His big hands wrapped around her feet and he marvelled again at how small she was compared to him, his fingers stroking smoothly up her legs as he moved back so he was laying over her.

"Nearly there, Ginny, nearly bare," he murmured, grinning at her as he pulled the elastic side of her knickers and let it snap back onto her hip, making her jump.

He had a hard time keeping his eyes off her breasts, the smooth skin slightly reddened from his ministrations, and all he wanted to do was feel that velvety hardness on his tongue again. But there were other treasures to uncover, he thought, eyeing her lips and bending to sample them once more. She was completely delicious to him, and he wondered if he'd ever get enough of her. Was this how Ron felt when he kissed Hermione? He decided it must be, because he knew he could spend the rest of his life doing this. He drew back and stared down at her, his hands framing her face as he studied her thoroughly. She was truly beautiful, he thought. A smile touched his lips.

"I guess I should really be getting out of this shirt, hmm?" he said softly, pulling back and sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers moving to the hem of the T-shirt before he cocked his head sideways at her avid expression. "You want to undress me?"

Ginny blushed hotly as he watched her sit up, his eyes trailing down her nearly naked body and lingering on her small breasts as she got within touching distance again. Damn, she was making him so aroused it hurt and he wanted nothing more than to struggle out of his jeans just for pressure relief. But the thought of her slender little hands undressing him stopped him from doing just that, because he knew the feel of her doing it would be twice as good. A smile touched his mouth at the colour on her face, but she didn't back down when she grabbed his shirt.

With slightly awkward movements she proceeded to peel the garment off him, trying her utmost to be careful as she tugged the tight neckline over his head, and then brushing his hair off of his face as an afterthought. Her mouth went completely dry when she sat back enough to look at him, then seconds later she was almost drooling all over him. Sweet Merlin, he has a beautiful body, she thought, reaching out tentatively to touch one pad of muscle and feeling the light hair that covered it tickle her fingertips.

She licked her lips as she studied the muscled expanse and moved closer, wondering if his skin would feel as hot on her tongue as it did to her hands. All nerves deserted her as she let herself stop thinking, and she leaned forward to flick her tongue out over one of his small flat nipples, surprised when it pebbled into hardness at the small touch. She stared at it for a second and then did it again, watching as it tightened even more, making her want to do it again and again. So she did, closing her lips over it and suckling lightly, feeling his hands come up and grab the back of her head as she explored his responses.

Harry looked down with frank fascination as she flicked her tongue over his chest, a groan rumbling through him at the fiery warmth she spread on his skin. But it was beyond him to stop her, even if he had wanted to, and he continued to watch as she licked across his abdomen and down to his belly button, her hands coming up to smooth across his skin. A big smile curved his lips when she glanced nervously downwards at the enormous bulge currently stretching his jeans beyond their limits, her caresses faltering slightly. Before her nerves could attack her full force, he gently took her hands and guided them to the button at his waist, urging her silently to open it. She did so nervously, her hands holding a fine tremor, and he got her to unzip them too, the relief making him bite off a groan as the pressure eased enough for him to relax a little bit.

"Take them off," he said, his voice low and gravelly, his hands still surprisingly gentle as he guided her in the task.

She blushed furiously as she pulled the thick denim down over his obvious arousal and further down over his endlessly long legs, her eyes helplessly appreciating the toned muscles as she went. Even his big feet failed to make her laugh when she pulled his boots and socks off along with the jeans. She was feeling too serious right now to laugh.

Harry reached out and caught her wrists, pulling her back up and on top of him as he settled himself comfortably on the mattress of her bed. His feet hung over the end, and normally he would have cursed the size of it, but he had more important things on his mind at that moment to complain. His hands framed her hot face and pulled her down for a gentle kiss, trying to keep everything tender and slow so he didn't startle her. He knew damn well she had enough shocks coming in a little while and he wanted to ease her fears as much as he could while he still had some control over himself.

"You doing okay, Ginny?" he asked her, smiling warmly up at her and then grinning at her furious blush when he moved his hips underneath hers. "What's the matter, love?"

"I...I like the way you feel...like this," she whispered, shy with him in such a situation but unable to stop herself from being honest.

He brushed a strand of crimson hair behind her ear, his eyes wrinkling at the corners with amusement at her words. "You like it, hmm? Want to like it even more?" He chuckled when she nodded quickly, curiosity evident on her face. Rolling them so he was laying above her, he settled slowly on top of her, holding a good proportion of his weight off her small body. He allowed his eyes to run down over her soft curves for a second before resuming his caresses, filling his hands with the warm weight of her breasts, his thumbs brushing lazily over the tips as he took her mouth and initiated a deep, drugging kiss. One hand moved slowly down her stomach, tracing patterns over her quivering flesh as he crept towards the elastic edge of her knickers, running his thumb along it. Her stomach clenched as he spread his hand open and eased his fingertips underneath the edge, just brushing the curls there. Feeling her tense slightly as he started drawing the small scrap of material away from her, he kissed her deeper still, the incessant thrusts of his tongue making her forget what his hand was doing briefly. Until he nudged her legs open and his fingers stroked lightly over her, barely skimming the soft flesh that heated under the butterfly touch.

"You feel so soft, so warm," he murmured, nibbling at her neck as he used one finger to tease her and feeling her tense again. "Don't do that, love, just relax, let me show you how good it can feel."

He leaned back and looked into her eyes and he smiled again through his own tension as she whimpered, her eyes closing and her teeth catching her bottom lip, her hips arching instinctively up towards his tormenting hand. As much as he wanted to watch every expression that touched her face, he couldn't help bending and drawing a nipple deeply into his mouth again, beginning a suction that added to the strong feelings coursing through her body. He kept up a steady rhythm with his hand, judging how close she was and backing off until she was writhing and almost sobbing with the frustration.

His hands left her briefly to divest himself of his remaining garment, and then he returned, pressing his body right up against her and groaning at the feel of her hot skin burning against him. He took her small hands and kissed the palms tenderly, moving them downwards until he could wrap her slim fingers around his body, showing her wordlessly how to touch him until she took control and did it for herself.

Another groan echoed raggedly around the room as she squeezed his hard flesh curiously, amazed at how hard and yet smooth it felt, how soft and satiny the skin seemed to be. Especially at the tip, she saw, stroking a fingertip over the tight thin skin there. His reaction made her freeze and she looked up into his eyes, worried that she was hurting him, her hands releasing him instantly.

"Merlin! Don't stop now," he said, staring at her through passion fogged eyes and wondering why she had stopped touching him so abruptly.

"You...you sounded like I hurt you," she said softly, a shiver running through her as she looked down at his body again.

He chuckled and breathed deeply. "That sound wasn't pain, believe me. Maybe it's just as well you stopped though, otherwise this would all be over way before it really began," he murmured, running his hand between her legs again and making her jump. But she was already so aroused that she didn't voice any protest, his mouth cutting off the small moan she made as he touched her again, rising up on his knees and nudging her legs further apart. He settled himself atop her and drew her knees up next to his hips, his hand still making her go crazy as he studied her expression. Even so, her eyes still flew to his when she felt his body pushing against her, probing slowly inside her. He stroked her hair back from her flushed face and kissed her slowly.

"Relax for me, Ginny," he whispered, worrying as he felt her tensing up. He didn't want to hurt her, and he would if she tightened her muscles this much, so he set about kissing her again, then again, expertly making her forget everything bad and feel everything good.

He remembered something Cho had done their first time, so many years ago, and whispered to her, "Bite me." Her eyes were confused and a little afraid, and he nodded. "Trust me, Ginny. Bite me."

He felt her teeth pressing into the meaty flesh of his shoulder, and as he did, he flexed his hips, unable to hold himself back any longer, burying himself quickly inside her. Her cry was muffled against his flesh, and she tasted the saltiness of his blood as her teeth broke his skin. "Harry, I'm so sorry--"

He shook his head, and kissed her, silencing her protests with his lips, tasting for himself the saltiness of his blood in her mouth. "Pain for pain, blood for blood, Ginny," he smiled, holding himself still while she became accustomed to the feel of him filling her. He concentrated on kissing her for a few seconds, willing his self-control to stop him from just mindlessly rutting into her, just until she started to relax underneath him. The incredible tightness eased a little and he slowly started moving, his hands sliding under her hips and lifting her up to each of his inward thrusts. He moaned at the wonderful heat surrounding him and smiled down at her, taking in her red face and wide eyes, but she was enjoying it, he could tell that easily enough, and he dropped another small kiss on her parted lips, speeding up his movements.

"Oh, Harry... it's... Harry, I can't..." she whimpered, almost crying now as she tried to find whatever it was her body needed.

"Come on, that's it, let yourself go for me, Ginny," he whispered urgently, watching her intently as he gathered up his last reserves of strength and, angling himself just right to send both of them rocketing off into space.

It took forever for him to gather enough strength to be able to lift his head, and he looked down at her face, frowning when he saw tears trickling from her closed eyes. "Love, I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Her eyelids slowly lifted and she stared up at him in a daze. "No," she said, her voice husky.

He rubbed his thumb under her eyes and caught the tears, swiping them away. "Why the tears, Firefly?"

"It was beautiful," she whispered, a small frown touching her brow as she wondered if it had felt like that for him as well.

"Yeah, it sure was," he agreed, resting his forehead on hers and closing his eyes in pleasant exhaustion. "I thought I was dying."

"You...I...was I okay?" she asked, unable to stop herself.

His eyes opened again and he smiled at her. "You were better than okay, pumpkin, you were the best thing I've ever felt in my life."

"Really?" she asked, a small smile touching her lips, pleased that he had said that. "But, I didn't really do anything."

"No? It sure as hell felt like you did, it felt like I was in heaven," he said, his green eyes softly glowing as he stared at her. "Do you feel incredibly tired?"

She nodded and looked confused. "Yes...but, why?"

"Because you did something, that's why," he murmured, rolling off her and pulling her along with him so he could wrap his big arms around her. "You've worn yourself out pleasing me, and later on, I'll be generous and let you do it again."

"You will?" she asked, giving him such a happy smile that he laughed.

"Oh yeah, I'm good like that," he joked, yawning hugely and closing his eyes. "Go to sleep Ginny, you'll be needing all the rest you can get."

"Okay," she murmured easily, feeling totally washed out and knowing she would fall asleep really quickly, her mind still in a state of shock over what had happened. There would be time for analysing it all later, for now she wanted to enjoy this closeness.

Harry cracked on eye open and looked at her. "No arguments?"

"Not anymore," she told him, snuggling against his muscled body as he pulled the quilt over them.

"Well, hell, if I'd known this was all it would take to stop you arguing with me, I would have done it years ago," he said, chuckling again when she went to hit him and grabbing her fist. He prised her fingers open and kissed her palm before settling it on his chest and letting his body relax fully. A couple of hours sleep was called for, he decided, and then they'd have to think of moving before Charlie came back. For now, there was only the two of them in their little world, and that suited him down to the ground.

Charlie let himself back into the house just as the sun started to go down, and he frowned when he saw no signs of life. He had been certain that Ginny had already come home, and Merlin only knew where Harry had gone to. Walking through the kitchen and out into the hall, he peeked into each room to see if anyone was in there, but there was obviously no one home. Then he heard a noise from upstairs and he gave a small sigh of relief. So, she was here after all.

"Ginny?" he shouted, putting one foot on the staircase and waiting to see if she had heard him. An enormously loud crash sounded and he frowned, moving up the stairs quickly, banging on her door.

"Ginny? Are you okay?"

Ginny stared wide-eyed at the door and then looked at Harry, who had fallen in a very large heap on the floor when his foot got tangled in the sheet. "I...I'm fine, I just...er...knocked something over."

"Are you sure? It sounded really loud," Charlie said through the wood, and Ginny bit her lip and motioned for Harry to stay silent when he looked like he was about to speak.

"Yes, I'm fine," she said, hoping he'd leave.

"Well, okay," he said reluctantly, but he didn't move. "Listen, I came to see if you were coming back to the party."

"I...er...I was just about to take a shower," she said lamely, feeling really embarrassed. What if he just walked in? He'd go mad.

"You can still come back afterwards though, right?"

Harry nodded at her and grinned lazily, his eyebrows wiggling as she looked at his naked body lying on her floor. "Okay, we...I'll come back afterwards," she said, putting her hand over her mouth and closing her eyes at the slip-up.

Charlie frowned at the door and then narrowed his eyes. Had she just said...? No, she couldn't have, he decided, but even so, the suspicion was now there. "Have you seen Harry?" he asked, listening even more carefully now.

"No!" she said, too quickly then swallowed. "Er...no, not since earlier. Why?"

"No reason. I'll see you later," Charlie said, pausing for a second and then smiling. "Both of you," he finished, walking away and shaking his head when he heard Harry's distinctive laugh come from within her room.

Ginny groaned as she heard Charlie go back down the stairs, and she moved over to sit on the bed, the quilt wrapped firmly around her. How embarrassing could this get? she thought. Her own brother comes to find her and knows what's been happening. She frowned. How did he know Harry was here anyway?

Her attention was drawn away from her thoughts when Harry dragged himself up from the floor, twisting around and presenting her with his back. "Am I bruised?" he asked, looking down over his shoulder and pointing to his hip.

"Bruised?" she asked, her eyes going to his muscular backside and long legs with helpless appreciation.

He grinned down at her. "Yeah, I fell on my hip. Stop staring at my arse," he said, giving a little wiggle. "I mean, I know it's a great arse, but we're looking for bruises here."

She swallowed and dragged her eyes to his hip instead, her fingers twitching with the urge to touch him. "Er...no...it's a bit red just here," she said, stroking over a small red spot, her fingertips tingling instantly at the contact.

"Mmm, maybe you should massage it, make it feel all better," he suggested, his eyes full of mischief.

Ginny glanced up at him and tried not to go red, failing miserably. "Maybe I should just get dressed and go back to the party," she said, pushing him away so she could stand up.

"Nuh-uh, pumpkin, I heard you say something about a shower," he murmured, turning around and dragging her against him. "And you know what they say about water conservation?"

"Share a...sh...shower?" she stammered, her whole body sensitive to his closeness. Her hands rested lightly on his chest, forgetting all about holding the quilt in place, and it slowly slid to the floor. Harry grinned as her body was revealed to him once more, and he pulled her even closer, his own body responding faster than he had imagined it would.

"Oh yeah, share a shower," he breathed, bending to pick her up and carry her into her small bathroom. He reached into the shower cubicle and turned the water on, waiting until it was warm enough before depositing her under the spray and quickly following. The cubicle was hardly big enough for the two of them, especially with his height, but he decided there was just enough room for what he had in mind. Grabbing a sponge off the small glass shelf he lathered it up and began swirling the suds over her smooth skin, fascinated by every inch of her small body. Before too long the sponge became a nuisance and he dropped it in favour of using his hands, letting them slide over her with at least the pretence of washing her.

"H-Harry," she moaned when he started paying special attention to her breasts and then her backside, seeming to like the more rounded parts of her anatomy.

"What's the matter?" he asked her, his hair plastered to his head and hanging in limp strands over his eyes.

"I think....I think I'm clean now," she said, instantly wanting to bite her tongue because she didn't want him to stop.

"You do? I think I've missed some bits," he said, sliding his hand over her slippery skin. "I didn't pay any attention to this area, and I'm sure it would feel left out if I didn't wash it a little, hmm?"

Ginny felt her face heat as he slid his hand back and forth slowly, using the shower gel to lather her up again and then carefully washing her most sensitive flesh.

"Time to rinse," he murmured, grabbing the sponge again and efficiently rinsing off her whole body until not one bubble remained. "Beautiful," he murmured, taking her mouth and enjoying the way she now kissed him back so fiercely.

When he pulled back she blinked up at him, breathing heavily. "Can I wash you now?" she asked, surprising him.

"Sure you can," he said, his voice a low growl as she immediately squirted shower gel on his chest and started rubbing it in. Her hands made quick work of soaping him up, and she had a bit of a problem reaching his hair, but he bent down so she could run her hands gently through his messy locks. Harry found himself turning this way and that so she could reach various different parts of him, and then he groaned and leaned his hands on the wall as she started smoothing those nimble fingers over his backside. That was bad enough, but he discovered his inner thighs were much more sensitive than he had ever realised, and his body felt as though it were about to burst with sexual tension when she busily stroked over his long legs. Merlin, he thought, shuddering as she washed his toes. His toes, too? Was every single part of him an erogenous zone now? Perhaps it was only because it was Ginny touching him, he thought, and he looked back and down at her as she crouched at his feet. He slowly took his weight off the wall and turned around, watching her face suffuse with colour when she was faced him. His arousal was certainly hard to miss, he thought wryly, looking down and wondering if he'd ever been this turned on in his life.

Ginny gazed at him for an age before dragging her eyes away and looking up at him. "Should...should I wash...er...." she stammered, looking back down and blushing even more.

"Well, it may like a wash," he suggested, trying to keep his voice light but feeling amazingly tense at the idea of her running her fingers over him. He didn't know how much he could stand, but he was damned if he was going to stop her. He watched as she poured a small amount of gel in her palm and rubbed her hands together, the anticipation enough to make him want to just lift her up and impale her, but he waited with as much patience as he could muster. Finally she wrapped one hand around him and started to slowly spread the bubbles over his body, making him start to shake as she continued the movement again and again. He was too sensitive, he realised as his eyes closed, for this to last too long, but Zeus it felt amazing. Water flowed over him as she started to rinse him off, and then he jumped and looked back down at her as he felt another sensation and he was stunned to see her tongue tentatively tasting him.

He should stop her, he shouldn't let her do this....but his body didn't move, his hands hit the wall and used it for support as she tasted him again. She ran her tongue over him and explored for a short while and when she looked up at his tense face to make sure this was okay. His eyes were closed tightly and he had an indescribable expression on his face, but he didn't look like he hated it, so she did it again.

She was startled when his big hand grabbed her shoulders and lifted her up, not stopping until she was on a level with him and then he pushed her back against the wall. "Harry?" she asked in a small voice, wondering at the fierce look in his eyes. "Did I do something wrong?"

He managed a tight smile. "Wrong? No, but I can't take anymore Gin, I need to be inside you right now," he said, wrapping her legs around his waist and positioning her quickly for his intrusion.

"Oh....ooooh," she murmured and then moaned as he pushed gently up into her, her body sheathing him in tight heat that made him have to stop for a second and rest his head on the wall above her shoulder.

"Gods, this is so good," he murmured, his voice harsh as his hips started moving. "I can't slow down Firefly, Merlin, I'm sorry..!"

Ginny wrapped her arms around his shoulders as he started thrusting into her, his movements slightly out of control. Small sounds echoed in the small bathroom as she felt her senses start swimming again, feeling him. After his previous attentions, she took no time at all to climax and her body started to spasm around him fiercely, her teeth biting into his shoulder. It was enough to drive him mad, the slight pain combined with her inner muscles squeezing at him and he drove harder for his own fulfilment, finding it abruptly and yelling as he exploded.

He managed to hold her up even though his legs felt as weak as a new-born baby's, and he sucked in air loudly, trying to regain his wits. As soon as he did, he lowered her to the floor and grabbed the showerhead, cleaning them both off again and then turning off the water. After drying them both, he was thankful that she weighed hardly anything, because he enjoyed carrying her back into her bedroom, the look on her face enough to make him feel like a true hero.

Ginny stood in a complete daze as he went about dressing her, then himself, and finally brushing through her damp hair. He stood back and smiled gently at her. "There, good as new," he said, taking her hand and drawing it up to his mouth to kiss her knuckles. "I wish I'd done this years ago."

"You do?"

"I do. And I bet you feel the same, because I know I'm a damn hot piece of wizard, and any witch would be lucky to have me," he joked, grinning wickedly as he pulled her towards him and wrapped his arms around her. "Go ahead, you can tell me what a great lover I am, I'll let you."

"You're big-headed and arrogant," she told him, smiling shyly up at him.

"Oh that's gratitude for you," he grumbled. "I show you the best time of your life and you thank me by insulting me!"

"Who said it was the best time of my life?" she asked him, blushing because she wasn't used to this, him being loving and teasing. She liked it.

"Are you saying it wasn't?" he asked, looking crestfallen.

"No, it was! It...er..." she trailed off as he lifted her up so she was level with his eyes.

"It was huh?" he murmured, smiling sexily at her.

She nodded and buried her face against his neck, loving the feeling of being so close to him, of being able to touch him freely. He chuckled and walked over to her door, opening it and carrying her along as he made his way downstairs. It wasn't until he reached the kitchen that he set her down.

"So, think you're ready to go back to the party?" he asked her, drawing a comb out of his pocket and running it quickly through his damp hair, before lifting his hand and mussing it up again. Ginny watched the play of muscles underneath his T-shirt as he moved and found herself wanting to rip it off again.

"I guess so," she said in a small voice, wishing they could stay where they were. "Do you think....will anyone know?"

"What we were doing? I think some people might guess, especially if they see us come back together. And then there's Charlie, who knows I was here," he said, shrugging. "Do you mind if people know?"

"Well, no, but...I don't want to cause you any trouble or anything," she murmured.

He pulled her against him again and sighed. "Gin, you won't cause me any trouble, and I don't care who sees us together, okay?"

"You don't?"

"Bloody Hell, no Ginny I don't. The sooner everyone knows you're off limits, the better," he growled, wondering if he'd be able to let her out of his sight now. He squeezed her harder and frowned. She was his now, and everyone better realise that.

Ginny sighed and leaned into his embrace, loving his possessive attitude. "Do you think we'll stop arguing now?" she asked him, her voice slightly muffled against his chest.

"Us, stop arguing? I doubt it," he said, chuckling and relaxing slightly. "But I think I can think of more inventive ways to punish you if you're insolent from now on."

"You're a big bully," she murmured and he chuckled again at the lack of heat in her accusation.

"Yeah I am, and you love it, admit it," he said, looking down at her with a raised eyebrow. When she didn't respond he poked her ribs and made her jump. "Admit it."

"No."

His eyebrows shot up. "Hmm, maybe I'll have to think up some of those punishments sooner than I thought!"

"You can't, we have to get back to the party," she said, smiling at his expression and backing away as he planted his fists on his hips and narrowed his eyes.

"I didn't say I couldn't think up something to do in front of others, now did I?" he asked her, giving her a devastating grin before he started stalking her across the room. "You know what Gin? You'd better run!"

He made a lunge for her and Ginny squealed, ripping the back door open and running as fast as she could along the road towards Ron's house, laughing as she heard him running after her and shouting vile insults.

She hadn't realised how good it would feel being with Harry like this, and she felt really happy for a change. The fact that he would be leaving soon was pushed firmly to the back of her mind for now, she could deal with that later.