War and Passion

Chapter Ten
Under the Tree


For a long moment, time seemed to stand still. Harry could only stare at Ginny as his mind tried to process what had just happened. He was transfixed by the sight of her, standing there like a goddess under the moonlight. She was breathtakingly beautiful. Her hair was a vibrant red as it laid across her pale skin. He could see her rosy nipples peeking out through strands of it. He let his gaze travel downwards as he took in her long shapely legs that led to the nest of red curls that lay between them.

“Harry?”

His head snapped up, his green eyes wide and unblinking. He could see that Ginny was waiting for an answer to her previous question. She looked suddenly very nervous, but Harry couldn’t help her at that precise moment. He had to get himself under control. His eyes closed as he took a deep breath. A wave of desire had washed over him so strongly that he felt like he might collapse under it. He let his eyes open again and took in the sight of her for a few more seconds before he found his voice.

“Are you on birth control potion?”

“Yes,” she rasped as he started to walk closer to her.

“Good,” he growled as he whipped his shirt over his head.

It was the last responsible thought Harry had. He threw his shirt aside and grabbed her waist, pulling her hard against him. They both gasped at the burning sensation of their skin touching, her breasts crushing against his tense, sleekly muscled chest.

“Oh God, yes, I’ll finish it,” Harry groaned as he wrapped one hand into the hair at the nape of her neck, and brought her face close to his.

Ginny was in awe of the sheer desire she saw burning in Harry’s eyes as he leaned down to kiss her. His mouth molded over hers hard and persuasive, parting her lips with the thrust of his tongue as he ravished her mouth with his. She felt herself weaken from the spiraling pleasure that poured through her and she clung to his broad shoulders for support. He fell to his knees with her, then laid her down, pressing her hard to the earth as he blanketed her body with his own. His lips began to blaze a trail of wet kisses down her neck. His rough hands roamed over her body, burning her where they touched. His palm closed over her naked breast, his fingers rubbed and teased her nipple. His other hand ran over her abdomen, stroking lower into the triangle of soft curling hair between her thighs.

Ginny cried out as his fingers moved inside of her. She could hardly bare what he was doing to her. His mouth moved over her breast hot an wet, his tongue circled the hardened peak of her nipple. Her nails dug into his muscular back as she thrashed beneath him. He moved his hand away from her throbbing center, and Ginny gave a half sob at the loss of it. His lips raked her body, moving lower against her stomach. His hands ran down her thighs as he shifted his weight between them. His lips soon followed as he ran hot kisses across the inside of her thigh. Ginny didn’t realize what he was doing until it was too late.

“Harry!” Ginny cried in shock as his tongue delved into the most sensitive part of her.

Her protests died in a choked gasp. Wicked, burning sensations coursed through her as he teased and provoked her with his lips and tongue. She had never in her life felt anything so intense. Her legs began to shake as she felt her climax build. Her fingers laced into his hair as she held him against her. Then, in a flash of blinding pleasure, he sent her over the edge. Her back arched as she felt the jolting spasms rack her body. Her cries of pleasure echoed through the forest as the world burst into a thousand shimmering stars around her. Even after the storm had passed, she lay shuddering and gasping for breath, as tiny aftershocks shot through her.

Harry crawled on top of her again, and her eyelids fluttered open. His own breathing was deep and ragged. His eyes had darkened to a deep green as they burned into her. He leaned down to capture her lips in a demanding kiss and Ginny could taste herself on him as his tongue thrust into her mouth. He pulled away and let his head fall against her shoulder as he took a deep breath.

“I can’t wait,” he gasped desperately.

“I don’t want you to,” she sighed as she ran her hand down his hardened chest.

In the speed born of the youngest War Mage in history, he jumped up and quickly divested himself of his remaining clothes. Ginny only caught a brief glance of him in all his glory before he fell between her legs and grasped her hips in his hands. Ginny’s eyes drifted shut as she felt his hardness pressed against her.

“Open your eyes, Ginny,” he commanded as he looked down at her.

Ginny’s eyes flew open at his request and her breath caught in her chest when she saw the look of love and passion burning in Harry’s eyes.

“I love you, don’t ever forget that,” he whispered. Then, in one hard thrust, he entered her.

They both cried out at the sensation of their bodies joining. Ginny’s eyes slammed shut as he filled her. Her arms locked around him, her fingers danced over his shoulders as the sweet torment of being with Harry flowed over her. His mouth found hers again as they moved together, unaware of anything but each other. The world erased, the war disappeared, there was no Voldemort, the Death Eaters drifted away as they clung to each other in the forest, under the tree where they had so innocently proclaimed their love for each other. For that brief moment in time nothing else mattered. And as surely as the wind blew over their naked bodies, they were swept up in the tempest of love and desire. His strokes were deep and powerful. Her moans were low and impassioned. Ginny’s legs wrapped around him as she urged him on. Her nails dug lightly into his back as she felt the deep throbbing of her release build. Then, her back arched, her head fell back as the light burst around her in a torrent of blinding pleasure. As her body convulsed around him, she brought Harry down with her. She felt the massive tension in his body, the shuddering that swept him as he cried out her name, the simple joy of being able to drift down from the heavens in his arms.

For a long time they lay there grasping for breath. Their damp bodies intertwined. Finally, Harry rolled over and pulled her with him. She laid across his chest listening to his heart beating violently. Neither one spoke for several minutes. The sheer intensity of what they had just shared far surpassed words and it seemed almost vulgar to try and utter statements that would be meaningless in the face of it. After a while, Ginny smiled at the thought of Harry’s face when he watched her dress fall off her and she broke the silence as she looked up at him.

“Are you mad at me?” She whispered in an amused voice.

Harry had his hands behind his head as he looked up at the stars through the branches of the tree. He lifted his head to look at her and smiled.

“I should be. You are bad, Ginny Weasley. Dear God, you’re bad. But, no, I’m not mad. How can I be?”

“I had to resort to drastic measures,” she laughed.

“I see that. . . It makes me wonder what you would have done if I tried to walk away from you tonight.” Harry mused.

“You don’t want to know.”

“I might,” he said with a smile as he raised an eyebrow at her.

“Who’s bad now?”

“I have my moments. . . God, Ron is going to kill me, “ Harry sighed and let his head fall back.

“I don’t think Ron will miss you tonight. I believe he’s preoccupied.”

“How do you know?” Harry asked as he lifted his head again and narrowed his eyes at her.

“Let’s just say I had an accomplice.”

Harry’s eyes widened, “Please, don’t tell me you’ve corrupted Hermione.”

“Please, Harry, how blind are you? Hermione’s worse than me. She didn’t need any corrupting. My brother took care of that years ago.”

“So, I hear, the prat!”

“Do you really want to talk about Ron and Hermione right now?” Ginny questioned seductively as she looked up at him.

“No, actually, I was going to ask you to demonstrate what you would've done if I tried to walk away, as if that was possible.”

“You are bad!” Ginny gasped in a shocked voice as a smile danced across her lips.

“Be careful what you wish for,” he taunted as his hands threaded through her hair and he brought her face closer to his.

“I’m not complaining,” Ginny breathed against his lips.

“Good, cause neither am I.”