Desire Diviners

Desire Diviners

CHAPTER 2

How did I end up between Harry Potter and his bedsheets? Ginny's mind screamed. Am I still dreaming? Why would I dream about finding porn in George's room? And why the HELL would I bring it with me?!?

Ginny's mind reeled with questions as she thrilled under the weight of Harry. She could barely make out his features in the dark, though a glimmer through the rain-drenched window lit across his verdant eyes.

"Ginny? Is that you?" Harry sputtered. "Wait, is this a trap?"

He raised himself over her and pointed his wand at her chest, shouting, "Prove yourself!"

Ginny could hardly breathe as the light moved over his bare chest. She lay stunned, unable to form coherent thoughts. All she could do was meet and hold his gaze.

"Ginny?" His face softened, easing away from panic. "Look, I need you to prove that you are... who you are."

"Well," she managed to squeak, "does anyone else know about that time in the broom closet when you gave me a hickey on my collarbone? I don't imagine you would tell Ron or Hermione..."

Harry's face flushed pink; she could tell as her eyes adjusted to the dark room. His posture relaxed, and he started to fall back onto the bed, but he quickly changed his mind and held himself up.

"OK, that answers one question. So, um... what are you doing here... like this?" he asked awkwardly.

Ginny leaned up on her elbows, observing that he was still sitting over her legs, straddling her. She closed her eyes as she thought of being pinned beneath him.

"Ginny? Is everything OK?"

'Yes," she sighed with her eyes still shut, "those ridiculous brothers of mine must have tested a product on me."

Harry reached for the item in her hands before her brain could feel alarm. It triggered right about the time she opened her eyes to see his try to escape his skull. Before she could react Harry's mirthful laughter filled the small room. She stammered to defend herself.

"OH! Oh Merlin, no, it isn't--oh, for the love. It isn't--mine!" Ginny grabbed his pillow and whacked him across the chest.

"Well I should think not!" he shouted mischievously. "Why on Earth do you have it, then?"

The girl fell back onto the bed and covered her face with the pillow.

Oh heavens, that smell is divine, she thought as her blood raced in her veins.

"Htsthamooeezesfhoduk," she Mumbled from under the pillow.

Ginny felt his weight rest over her torso, heat traveling through her, as he lifted the pillow slowly off of her face.

"What?"

"I said," she stammered, "it's the new Wheezes product. Desire Diviners. They're supposed to take you to what you want most or some--"

Ginny caught herself and held her breath. Harry's eyes widened, and then darkened. Realization dawned on his chiseled face, only a short space from hers. His gaze dropped to her lips, now slightly parted.

The room filled with light as a streak of lightening shot past the window. Ginny sat up and looked to the window, and when she turned back Harry's mouth descended on hers.

It was like no time had passed since they were together. She had given him space after the war to figure out his place in the wizarding community. She had waited while he dodged interviews with reporters and historians. She knew that he would come back to her, in time, but she was determined to be patient.

The wait had been excruciating.

How did I ever go so long without these lips, thought Ginny. Harry pushed himself against her, laying them both back onto the bed. Her hands were in his hair, clutching him closer. He leaned on one arm and used the other to grip her waist.

Suddenly Harry pulled back from her, looking softly into her eyes.

"Is this... OK? I just mean, I know I haven't... we haven't been... I don't want you to think--"

Ginny cupped her hand over his cheek and grinned. "It's always been you, Harry. You don't have to say anything."

The color in his piercing eyes deepened and his mouth broke into a grin. Then, with a look of extreme nerves, he touched Ginny's face, tracing her lips with his thumb.

"I love you."

Ginny froze. Anyone else would have gasped at this most rare admission, but to Ginny, whose whole life screamed of love, this was merely the perfect puzzle piece she had been searching for. Tears sprang to her eyes as she tenderly smiled and replied, "I have always loved you."

The smile that crossed his face nearly broke her heart. Once again she was reminded of how unbelievably blessed she was to have always been surrounded by love. This amazing man, who deserves it more than anyone, grew up without feeling love, she thought. For as long as I live, he will know love.

"Now shut up and kiss me, damnit."

He laughed, but very quickly heeded her instruction. He pulled her up to him so that his arm was under her, supporting her weight. She hooked her right foot behind his ankle, using her leverage to move against him. A low moan escaped his lips as they separated from hers. The strength left his arm and they collapsed onto the mattress. She smiled mischievously and rolled them both so that she was above him. For the first time that evening, she looked down.

"You know, a bloke could get the wrong idea if you look at his trousers and giggle," Harry mused as the color flushed his face.

Ginny had her hand to her mouth, trying desperately to suppress her laughter.

"I'm sorry, truly, but where on Earth did you get these boxers?"

Harry's underwear were navy blue with glittering Snitches that darted all over. They zoomed in and out of sight; one boldly dashed behind the button fold.

"I, eh... I got them... they were a gift. Someone anonymously sent them to me before a big game with Slytherin, and Ron teased that they could be my good luck charm. And, well... I did win that day..."

Ginny smirked up at him, raising one eyebrow. "So, these are your lucky trousers?"

She didn't give him a chance to answer. She pushed forward and sealed his lips once again. Her body was pressed against him wherever possible, and in the storm-darkened room they began to move together. Harry rolled her over without warning. She reacted fiercely, throwing her arms around him, her hands landing on his boxers. Harry couldn't help but grind against her, sending shivers through her and causing her to gasp.

In one moment they looked into each other's eyes. There was rampant sexual energy, but beneath that existed a calm and a quiet. His eyes bore into hers with a silent question, and she returned the gaze with an almost imperceptible nod.

The rain poured down outside as they lost themselves in one another.

~*~

Ron popped by the Burrow for breakfast wearing an enormous grin. He kissed his mother on the cheek and grabbed a bacon sandwich as he hurdled up the stairs. He gave a half-hearted knock as he entered George's room.

Well the door was open, and the light is still on, he thought. Let's see if the Diviner is gone.

Shutting the door, so as not to be interrupted by his Mum, Ron sauntered over to the bed and looked around, carefully moving things using his wand.

No, it is definitely gone, he noticed gleefully. And now we wait.

He bounded down the stairs, completely oblivious to Ginny's slightly open door.

"Oh Ron dear, George just called," Molly announced, indicating the fireplace. "He asked if you were here, and could you please meet him in the workshop. Something important about 'testing phases' or some such."

Ron's grin nearly erupted from his freckled face.

"Thanks Mum!"

As he Apparated, he barely heard Molly calling up the stairs, wondering why Ginny wasn't yet awake.

~*~

Ginny stretched her arms above her head, trying lamely to block the sunlight, when her hands bumped a headboard. This caused a moment of confusion, as her bed didn't have a headboard. Memories rushed over her like a tidal wave.

I'm in Harry's room. In his bed. And I'm a woman now.

Even in her own mind, that sentiment seemed silly. Being a woman wasn't about having sex. If anything, fighting in a blood-drenched war and defending all that is good made her a woman. But something about looking into the eyes of the man you adore and hearing him profess his love as he moves into you really seals the deal.

Blushing and smiling, she opened her eyes to see Harry watching her.

"Good morning," he growled, his throat dry from sleeping. "How are you... how do you feel?"

He always seems prepared for the worst, she mused, no matter how hopeful he sounds.

"I'm excellent," she replied. "Perhaps a bit sore. And a bit hungry."

Harry's eyes darted down to the crumpled linens.

"Well, I can easily help with one of those. Want to go grab some breakfast? I don't have much in my flat."

"Actually," she purred, "how about a nice hot shower? That will help my muscles unwind."

"Oh, um, of course," he Mumbled, still not quite meeting her eyes. "I will just wait for you out here."

He started to shuffle out of bed, looking uncomfortable. Ginny grabbed his arm.

"Harry, I want you to join me."

He swiveled around to meet her seemingly innocent gaze, taken aback.

"I don't regret one single second of last night, Harry. I love you. I am not afraid to be intimate with you. You should know that."

She sat up and let the sheet fall to her waist. A blush crept over her freckled face as Harry stared in wonder. He mentally shook himself and looked into her eyes.

"You want me to... join you?" The smile in his voice, while slight, was obvious and beautiful.

Ginny reached for his hand and clasped it between her own.

"Yes. And right away."

Harry jumped out of bed, swept her up in seconds and began to carry her to the water closet. She giggled at his sudden burst of energy.

"Alright, but I suppose we will miss breakfast. I hope you don't mind skipping straight to lunch."

Her smile faded and panic rose in her chest.

"Harry, what time is it?"

"Half past ten. Why?"

Ginny slapped her palm to her forehead and let out a groan.

"Oh God, Mum will have noticed I'm gone by now!"

Harry's face went ashen as her placed her down gently but quickly. All he could mutter was "Merlin..."

The redhead bustled around the room, grabbing her clothes and throwing them on as she spoke.

"Harry, I'm so sorry. I promise I will be back here soon. I just have to go and figure this out. Hopefully I won't need to do much damage control."

She glanced up at him to see he hadn't moved an inch during her diatribe. She swiftly moved to him and laid a gentle hand on his cheek.

"I promise, Harry. I will come back. And we are taking that shower."

With a devilish grin, she pecked him on the cheek and Disapparated on the spot.