Ginny closed the door behind them. The lights were off.
She lit her wand and then lit a few rather melted candles he had on a shelf. She had kicked off her shoes and was now wandering about his room.
Ginny. Harry thought for the hundredth time tonight that she looked like a little princess. Of course, he wasn’t much of a prince for her, not in this fairy tale. It was just… something about having her hair piled high on her head, and those beautiful purple robes that lightly touched her bare ankles, made her so damn alluring.
Tonight, he had never tired of looking at her. Then he thought about it more. He never did, really. And she had made the evening easier because he could look at her and not have to think about what was going on around him, which was why he’d asked her to go with him in the first place. When she was around, despite whatever was going on, he had someone lovely to look at, to hold onto.
Harry sat on his bed and took off his dress shoes, while she toyed with the wireless which he used mostly to keep up on Quidditch when he had nothing better to do at night. Trying to find a good station, she finally settled on something that sounded like rock music, and turned it on low.
She fell on her knees on the bed behind him, and he felt her pulling off his dress robes. They slid off his shoulders and she draped them over the footboard of the bed. Then she removed his glasses and laid them gently on the bedside table. She also removed the flower bracelet off her wrist and laid it next to his glasses.
He rubbed her arms gently as she wrapped them around his neck and began massaging him while planting kisses by his neck and ear. The few drinks he’d had towards the end of the night were making him feel quite invincible. He let out a soft groan and tilted his head back to find her lips and tongue. They met with the same degree of want and need. Her hands began playing with the collar of his white cuff-linked shirt and soon she slid her hand down his chest and then back up. Harry couldn’t protest when she began to unbutton his shirt, although he thought he should try to.
“What, exactly, are you doing to me?” he asked lazily, as if he didn’t really mind her doing it. He was more than glad that he had decided to take her home.
“Just relax,” she instructed him. “It’s you and me, right?”
He couldn’t stand the waiting anymore. He had to kiss her and he began to once more. They hadn’t been alone in a bedroom like this in many months. Alone, like now, where anything could happen. And she had looked so beautiful tonight. He felt wonderful, he thought, as he rested his hand gently on her small of her back. Better than he had in so long.
He slipped his hands around her waist and laid her down. Harry’s head was filled with nothing but intense feeling as he helped her out of her dress robes, too. He had a bit of a pleasant shock when under her robes he found nothing but one of her small summer t-shirts and a small, soft pair of shorts which left almost nothing to the imagination. He flashed back to the summer and remembered seeing her in these clothes. She had worn them more than once, but he specifically remembered one day in particular. That day, Ginny had leaned over her broom during a two-a-side match to dive in and score a goal for her and Hermione. Harry had hovered in mid air, feeling hopelessly teased all day, which was only exacerbated by her small shorts and smug smile. Then he had had the idea and in a moment, he had begun chasing her through the orchard. He was rewarded with the cackles of her laughter, her wild hair flying in the breeze and the view of her back side in these shorts.
Harry was brought back to the moment by the feeling of Ginny’s lips on his neck. Even though it was cold in the room and cold outside, the memories her outfit warranted made him feel as if he were being warmed by the summer sunshine.
With one nervous hand, he ran his fingertips gently over her stomach and then moved his hand up and down the delicate curves of her side, and finally her cheek, which he touched lightly as they kissed. He had his shirt on, although the buttons were all opened, revealing the vest underneath. His trousers were still on, but it was all flimsy clothing between them and it left almost nothing to the imagination, which was lovely, really. He didn’t know or need anything else in the world right now. Harry had waited to hold Ginny in his arms like this for so long. It had been so long since he could get so close to her and months upon months since that night in her room before she left for school, the last time they had been this close.
After a few more moments of deep kissing, he pulled away from her lips, and in a husky voice he hardly recognized, he murmured, “So this is why you didn’t want to go home.” He supported himself on his arms over her and then decided to try to kiss every single freckle on her chin and face.
“Yeah.” She slid his shirt off his shoulders and threw it aside. “I was thinking of doing this the whole time you were up there tonight.”
He couldn’t believe she felt that way, that she had been thinking these thoughts, and that she was bold enough to tell him that she was. She kissed his neck. He felt weak and fell on top of her, then rolled her to her side and they simply smiled at one another for a few moments. Harry thought this might be one of the happiest moments in his whole life and he couldn’t stand the thought of actually having to remove himself from this bed at some point tonight.
“Did you have a good time at the party?” he asked.
Ginny nodded. “Yes, I did. It was interesting to meet some of the Aurors and guests, especially Ash, who was so nice. Good old Elphias Doge seems to think that I’ll go first, before all the others. Whatever that means.”
“It’s because you’re so pretty,” Harry heard himself say quickly, surprising even himself.
Ginny looked at him incredulously. ”Really? I never thought you’d ever think I was pretty. In fact, did you honestly tell Ash that I’m too pretty to be your girlfriend?”
He shrugged, a bit embarrassed that she remembered that.
“You’re crazy.” She grinned.
“So are you.” He leaned in to kiss her. “To think that you thought I’d never think you were pretty when you were by far the most beautiful witch there tonight, Ginevra.” He rolled the name off his tongue, teasing her.
He heard laughter in her voice. Her skin felt like silk and her mouth tasted like chocolate.
“Call me Ginny,” she purred, giving him a suggestive look as she raked her fingernails on his back. He shivered involuntarily.
“Ginny.” He closed his eyes, kissing her again, focusing on the hot sensations coursing through him, the way her hands felt, her warm body against him. “Ginny,” he repeated.
It was only her name, but he said it in a desperate way, and he couldn’t have controlled himself from snogging her the way he began to. He pressed himself into her and held her so close, kissed her so deeply that he felt like a crazed maniac in her arms, yearning to be as close to her as possible.
The best kind of close, really. It was as if he were hungry for her touch and affection.
He brushed his hand against her curves again, soliciting a purr of pleasure from her. Encouraged, he cupped her buttocks with both hands, relishing their smooth curves, and pulled her against him. Oh, Gin-ny! The thought crossed his mind that if things were simpler, if he was doing these things for the pure pleasure of the act and if the girl wasn’t someone he respected, some dumb girl who thought he was cool because he was famous, he could be shagging her tonight. But he wasn’t here simply for pleasure. The beautiful woman in his arms was Ginny. Ginny…
A hundred thoughts, centred on her, flooded his mind. How contrary to the fact that he cared about her and probably wouldn’t make love to her or take this moment too far because he couldn’t truly say that he did love her. It wouldn’t be fair or right. Maybe none of what was happening was fair or right, but he couldn’t stop himself now.
As he slowly and hesitantly moved his hands down her body he felt nervous as hell, and as excited as a first-year on the train to Hogwarts. He was able to relax a little when she flashed him a small smile. When he kissed her again, she purred deep in her throat and he realized just how much she liked this attention.
“Lovely.” His voice was scratchy-sounding and foreign to his ears, as burning desire flooded his body. He caught her lips in a frantic kiss, and pressed himself against her, feeling as if he had so little control over what was bound to happen next, that regardless of whatever the consequences would be, sod all. He would have them.