Harry Potter smiled down at the woman standing in front of him. His green eyes shone with love and affection as he smiled down at his best friend and lover. His hand went to her red hair, and he began to run his finger through it. They were so much in love with each other, and anyone that saw them knew it. They fought, just like any other couple would, but he couldn’t imagine his life without her.
“I hate you for making me love you,” he whispered as he leaned down. His hand moved from Ginny’s hair to her face. He cupped it lovingly. His thumb rubbed gently along her jaw bone as he drew his face closer to hers. “But I love you for making my life seem so much brighter. I love you for saying yes; for making me the happiest man in the world.”
Ginny sighed as she felt his lips coming closer to hers. For three years she had waited for him to ask her. For three years she had longed to see the passion and desire in his eyes. She had waited for the question, the one that would make her say yes without hesitation: the question of marriage. His eyes made her swell up inside; her heart beat rapidly against her rib cage, making her short of breath. His lips kissed their way along her cheek bone, slowly descending towards her lips. He gently placed his hands on the back of her neck, pulling her head to meet his. His lips connected with Ginny’s, the heat of the moment becoming too much.
He kissed softly, applying only a little pressure.
She had given her answer almost straight away. There was no doubt she loved him; no doubt he would make her happy. But there was something that made her cautious of the marriage. She knew she would always love him and be faithful, but it made her sick. A thousand thoughts drummed against her brain, making her wonder if she regretted saying yes. Marriage was a big step; she started to think she was too young, or even too immature.
Ginny sighed against Harry’s lips. She wanted this, she was sure of it, but still it nagged at her in every possible way. She had waited years for him just to notice her, years of wanting to be with him and give herself to him completely, without hesitation. All throughout childhood, she had had a crush on Harry. During her fifth year, she started to notice Harry wanting to hang out with her more, the longing in his eyes. Then, that moment during the Quidditch after party, they kissed. He left her during Dumbledore’s funeral; he broke her heart. When the war was over, he didn’t come came back. It took months for him to return and another five for him to propose. Ginny smiled, her hands moving to Harry’s waist.
Harry intensified the kiss; his hunger showing. Although Ginny knew she wanted this moment, again her mind played images in her head. Harry, Ron, and Hermione disappearing during her sixth year, and Harry’s brief fling with Hermione years ago, just after the war. There were images of Harry, with a tall blond, who was a world-renowned model. They had dated for about year before it suddenly ended. Ginny pulled away from the kiss, her cheeks flushed.
She smiled sweetly up at Harry, her eyes betraying her thoughts. “Do you want to marry me, Ginny?” asked Harry. He wasn’t putting pressure on her; he just wanted to know.
“Yes, I do, with all my heart. I promise you. I love you.”
“Then what’s wrong?”
She placed small kisses along Harry’s jaw line, her hands weaving through his belt buckle. She pulled him closer to her body before pushing him towards the bedroom. Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny’s waist, while she hugged her legs around his hips.
Once the bedroom door was opened, Ginny moaned. Harry placed her on the bed before climbing on top of her, kissing his way along her midriff.
Ginny smiled as she wrapped her arms around the slim body lying next to her. She kissed their shoulders, her hands busy rubbing their stomach. There was a moan from the body beside her, while Ginny kissed their lips. Ginny crawled on top of them, her lips leaving kisses along their neck.
Again there was a moan, a high pitched moan that made Ginny warm between her thighs. Her bed mate kissed Ginny’s neck, as the red head played with a lock of their hair. A long finger played delicately with the small of Ginny’s back. Their bodies arched for contact, and Ginny shimmied down her lover’s body. Slowly, Ginny placed loving kisses along her lover’s stomach, knowing she was playing with her lover’s hormones. The sun broke through the clouds. A gasp of pleasure reached Ginny’s ears as she continued her work.
Shimmering lower down, Ginny hooked her fingers through her lover’s underwear and brought them down slowly, planting kisses along their thigh.
The lover moaned in pleasure as Ginny’s fingers became busy, playing with every bit of her. Ginny groaned, desperate to once again be with her lover, to feel their touch as she was doing. Ginny pulled herself on top of her lover, her legs wrapping around their waist. She swung her hair over her shoulder, causing her lover to arch her hips into Ginny’s body. Ginny giggled before using her hands to hover over the body smiling up at her. She lowered herself on top, one thigh resting between her lover’s legs. Again, she lifted herself up, before straddling her play-mate’s waist.
Moaning, the lover brought their hungry lips to Ginny’s left breast. They sucked lovingly until it became full and firm, and they moved onto its sister. Ginny cried out in pleasure, digging her nails into her play-mate’s back. As she rolled off her lover, Ginny felt a warmth between her legs again. Ginny turned and nestled her lips into her partner’s neck.
Her lover groaned in pleasure as Ginny kissed their neck. Wanting to give Ginny the same pleasure, her lover rolled them over, their legs wrapping around Ginny’s waist. They took Ginny’s breast in their hand, rubbing it gently as they shimmied down Ginny’s body. Ginny arched her body for contact as she felt her bra being released. The lover picked up the bra in their mouth and chucked it away before discarding Ginny’s underwear also. They crawled back on top of Ginny, their fingers clawing down Ginny’s back, as the darkness again hid the room. Ginny moaned their name as her lover closed the gap between them, their lips playing between Ginny’s thighs.
Ginny cried out as she bucked her hips, causing her lover to moan. She wrapped her legs around the waist of her bed-mate, begging them to continue. Slowly, her lover crawled closer to Ginny, their lips trailing kisses all over Ginny’s body. Ginny rolled them over, her lips above her lovers. As she showered her play-mate in kisses, she moaned out their name. “Oh...”
Ginny awoke from the dream; her face was covered in sweat, but a small smile was on her lips. The sheet rolled off her body as she felt warm moisture between her legs. Harry stirred behind her, his hand rubbing her outer thigh. “What’s wrong, Gin?” he asked sleepily, not noticing the aroused expression on Ginny’s face.
“Nothing. Go back to sleep.”
Harry fell back to sleep; his breath became slower. Ginny waited a few moments before turning her back to Harry, her heart racing.
She could still remember the dream. Every part of that damn dream. The movement, the imagery, the person. The person who made her feel as if she was flying, as if she was loved. She kept telling herself it was only a dream, that those feelings weren’t real.
Slowly, she drifted back to sleep in Harry’s arms. Her dreams were still filled with the image of the previous dream.
Ginny walked sleepily towards the breakfast table. She rested her hands on Harry’s shoulder before placing a small peck on his cheek. He grabbed her waist and brought her into a passionate kiss. “Did you sleep well after your nightmare?”
“I didn’t have a nightmare, just a weird dream.”
“Must have been some dream. I could feel you moving while you were having it. Luckily, I’m a deep sleeper.”
“Yeah, I know.”
Harry laughed from the breakfast table. Ginny pulled out a frying pan and began to cook scrambled eggs. Harry walked quietly up behind her and turned the kettle on. He turned Ginny around and wrapped his arms around her waist. He placed a kiss on her nose before kissing her on the lips. “I still don’t get why you cook the Muggle way; you’re a witch, you know.”
“I know, but why do we have to use magic for everything?”
“Fine. Since you are the future Mrs. Potter, I guess I understand. I have a thought; I think we should go tell the good news to your mother and father today.”
Ginny smiled. “Yeah,” she sighed against Harry’s kisses. She didn’t want to tell her mother yet; she knew it would make Molly worry about another wedding. Ron’s was only a couple of weeks away. “Maybe we should wait, at least until after Ron and Cho’s wedding. You know how she becomes so excited about weddings, and when the excitement has gone she goes crazy with wedding preparations. Do you remember Fleur and Bill’s wedding?”
Harry laughed. “How could I forget? Your mother did go over the top with all the cleaning and preparations. At least this time we won’t have to clean for the in-laws, since I don’t have any.”
“That’s not funny, Harry. I know your parents would have loved to be there, Sirius and Remus too.”
Harry kissed Ginny again before leaving to drink his coffee. “Speaking of Remus, Andromeda asked if we could watch Teddy for a while tomorrow; she really needs a break.”
“That’s fine,” replied Ginny as she walked back to the table with her breakfast. “Poor Ady, she really needs a holiday. Teddy isn’t a baby anymore, and he has become such a clumsy little thing. He is defiantly no average child; he has Remus’ and Tonk’s personalities.”
The couple laughed. “However, I really do think we should go talk to Molly today. If she finds out from somebody else, she will be furious.”
“How about you tell Ron and I’ll tell Hermione? My mum can wait for awhile; she’s already too stressed out.”
“Fine, let’s go soon. I need to tell someone before I explode. “
Ginny giggled. “I hear you. I’m going to go now. Hermione should be back from her holiday by now. I love you.” She placed a small peck on Harry’s lips before teasing him with her hips as she left the room. Harry groaned and tried to cover himself up.
Hermione paced the room, waiting for Ginny to arrive. She had been home from her holiday in France for only a couple of hours, and she knew Ginny would soon be there to welcome her back. Hermione felt at peace. Since the announcement of Ron and Cho’s wedding, she had been stressing out. She knew she had been jealous. Yet, what she had tried to work out was who she was jealous of.
During her sixth year at Hogwarts, she had had a brief sexual fling with Cho. Her feelings had been deepening for the black head Ravenclaw for a couple of years, but she had never acted on them, for the sake of Harry and her pride. Yet when Cho had announced her feelings for Hermione, she couldn’t stop herself, even when she knew Cho and Ron were going out. Hermione later found out that Cho wasn’t interested in her, only her body. Ron and Cho broke up when he found her with someone else... another woman who Ron never found out was Hermione.
After the war, Hermione and Ron became a couple. Then after a gigantic fight, they broke up after only a couple of months. He went back to Cho. Now they were going to get married.
There was a soft knock at her front door. Something told Hermione it was Ginny, and she was aching to see her best friend. Opening the door quickly, Hermione felt arms wrap themselves around her neck. “Hermione!”
“Slow down, Ginny.” Hermione hugged her back. Something swelled inside her.
“I’m so happy you're back; I’ve got exciting news!”
“Harry and I are getting married.”
Hermione tried to smile. She wondered why she wasn’t happy for her best friend; she knew this day would come. “That’s, umm, great, Ginny. I’m happy for you.”
“You don’t seem it, Hermione.”
“I am truly.”
Ginny took Hermione’s hand and rubbed it. Images flooded into Ginny’s mind, her body feeling the heat. She suddenly felt hot... she couldn’t breathe. Trying to speak, she was able to mumble a couple of words. “You’re lying. Tell me what’s wrong.”
Hermione turned away, wondering if the feeling would go away, as it had done once before. She was alone and here was Ginny asking her what was wrong. Suddenly, Hermione pressed her lips against Ginny’s, her hands running along her neck. She pulled the younger girl towards her. Ginny pulled away from the kiss, a puzzling look placed upon her face.
“Hermione, why did you do that?”
“I... I don’t know.”
Ginny wrapped her arms around Hermione. Again, images of her dream poured into her mind. She remembered the amazing feeling she felt when she was in that dream.
Hermione pulled out of the hug, her eyes stinging with tears. “I’m confused, Ginny. Everyone is getting married; I’m alone.”
Ginny pulled Hermione closer to her. She placed a kiss upon Hermione’s forehead. “You will never be alone, ‘Mione. I will always be there for you. I promise.”
Wrapping her arms protectively around Hermione, she steered her over to the lounge. Helping her down, she brushed a couple strands of hair out of the older girl’s face. She took a seat down next to Hermione before bringing the other girl’s head to her shoulder. She let Hermione cry until there were no more tears, until her breathing came back to normal. As soon as she was sure the tears had ceased, she made Hermione sit up. “You okay now?”
Nodding, Hermione lent back. Ginny rubbed away the trailing tears. “I won’t tell anyone, ‘Mione. Did you want to come to the Burrow for dinner tonight? I’ll need someone to talk to, to stop me from telling anyone else until I’m ready.”
Hermione looked at Ginny before nodding her head. She sighed softly. “Will Ron be there?”
Ginny shook her head. “No. It’s only a dinner for Mum, Dad, Harry, and myself. There will be enough for you, seeing as mum always makes too much.” Hermione laughed. “Don’t worry. I’ll look after you tonight; there is no need for you to be alone... especially, after what just happened.”
“I’m really sorry about that. It was in the heat of the moment.”
“I understand.” Ginny slowly helped Hermione to her feet.
Hermione smiled at her best friend before placing a kiss on her cheek. As she walked away towards her bedroom, she thanked Ginny.
As soon as the door was closed behind Hermione, Ginny touched the spot where Hermione had kissed her. Butterflies played in her stomach, as the spot burned under the pressure of her finger tips.
When Hermione returned, she took hold of Ginny’s hand. They headed off towards the fireplace where they turned to face each other. “Thank you again, Gin. I really appreciate it.”
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