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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2007 17:09:26 GMT -5
He smiled lightly. "It's funny really... you'd think they'd have better things to do than follow someone half dead." He said. He knew making jokes of it would never do any good, but it was always worth a shot. He smiled to her. "You make my world a better place." He said simply.
He breathed, taking in her words, and knowing not what to say to her, but she did not know what should have been said. He sighed a bit. "Ginny, I want you to know, that when I..." he paused. "Broke up with you... it wasn't because I didn't love you." He said truthfully. "I love you with all my heart, but I needed to get my head straight, and I think I have now." He insisted. "I will not leave you, because you are the reason that I am fighting to live. You are the reason I woke up everyday hating myself because what I did to you, and it was you that made me stronger." He said, kissing her so lightly that it meant more to him that a passionate one. "You are the reason why I am still alive already."
He smiled at her. "Hey, that curse is for Ron only." He told her, laughing a bit. "And I gave you permission to hit me with a broom, not hex me." He said instantly, her words sending chills up his back. He knew how Ron was after the countless times she used that hex on him, and he didn't think he would be able to handle it. The one thing that scared him more than Voldemort was the angry wrath of Ginevra Weasley. Seeing Ginny's angered face much reminded him of a death eater's to a muggleborn. Oh yes, she was scary.
He listened to her, the feeling of being loved had entered into his heart and was trapped there. This was what it felt like to be loved, for he had never known. If love was how the Dursley's treated him, then he'd rather live his life an emotionless blob, but what Ginny was willing to give him was... miraculous. He broke away from the kiss gently. "It is too possible for me to love you that much!" He protested with a smile. "Because I do." He said, thinking it over. Maybe he didn't, but what he did feel for her made him happy enough that he could break out in song and dance at any moment, but he would refrain from doing that. That was the absolute last thing Ginny ever needed to see him do.
He smiled lightly. "I may have not known it before, but I have always lived for you." He said, tightening his grip on her, letting go was going to be more than difficult for him. "I am not going to lie to you, Ginny, but I want to say that I am fighting for only you, but I would be lying." He said lightly. "I have so much to fight for that you are only apart of it, but I want to say that you are the only reason." He said, attempting to think it, but he knew she was not the solid reason. He fought for revenge, love, and most of all: his right to live. "I would never dream of not having you." He said. "If we weren't so young, I'd marry you." He smiled.
He smiled, happy that she spoke those words. Having Ron after him was the last thing he needed, and he knew that he and Ginny were both old enough to make their own decisions. He smiled. It was just them, only them, and nothing to worry about. He smiled, removing the jacket that was on him, and gently casting it aside, and leaning back down to recapture his lips to hers. His fingers, cautiously, wandered up her shirt, not all the way, though. He was lightly just starting to pull it up. "Are you okay with this?" He questioned, waiting to know. He could not carry on, unless she was completely sure.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 9, 2007 17:41:35 GMT -5
Ginny smiled softly as he told her just how much he loved her. "Harry, I love you so much," she said, inhaling deeply. "The very air I breathe is for you."
She grinned impishly. "Just because you didn't give me permission doesn't mean that I won't do it," she said, raising an eyebrow. "I'm a big girl Harry, I don't need your permission."
As Harry said that he loved her just as much as she loved him, Ginny kissed him softly. "Let's just settle for loving each other just as much as the other person does," she said, putting her arms around him.
"You're right," she said, thinking it over. "I'm fighting for my family and Remus and Tonks. I'm fighting for Hermione and even for Professor McGonagall. I'm even fighting for Romilda Vane. I'm fighting so we can have a chance to get married and have children some day. But you are my main reason for fighting. I'm fighting so I can be with you forever." As Harry said that he'd marry her if they weren't so young, Ginny smiled happily. "I want to have that chance, Harry," she said. "I want to marry you more than I want anything else in the world. I want to have your children. And there'll be at least one little girl with red hair and green eyes. We'll name her Lily. And then we'll have one boy with black hair and brown eyes. We'll call him James. Don't you want that, Harry? We'll have that some day, I promise," she said with emotion. Her eyes watered slightly as she thought about the future that her and Harry deserved so much, but might never get.
Ginny smiled happily as Harry took off his jacket. She did the same with her own. She had on a t-shirt and jeans today because it was a Saturday. A lot of people at Hogwarts chose to wear Muggle clothes on the weekends. As Harry brought his lips to hers, she ran her hands up and down his back. He was now above her on the couch, and pressed closely against her body. Ginny was in heaven. Harry explored a little under her shirt, and Ginny moaned a little, encouraging him. She shifted a bit under him to get more comfortable, and looked up at him, her eyes heavy-lidded. "I'm your's, Harry," she said, smiling up at him and letting him know to continue. His wonderful features made him look extremely appealing to her, but Ginny knew that it was his personality that made her fall in love with him.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2007 18:03:44 GMT -5
He was happy to know that everything that had been through was not important and that only now was important. He was glad to be here with her, being the one she chose. It was an honor to him, really, and he couldn't ask for anything more. "I love you," he replied.
He smiled lightly. "You know that I know hexes a lot worse than that, Gin." He smiled. "You won't be able to walk for weeks!" He smiled, knowing that he would never do such a thing, for she was, afterall, a girl... and he did love her. "Could have fooled me." He joked.
He thought for a moment. "Hmm... being even... with a girl?" He asked. "It's seems out of place, but as long as it's you that I'm even with." He smiled. "I love you too much to fight about something so... so... bloody well stupid." He smiled.
He smiled. "I am fighting for my parents. I am fighting for Remus and Tonks, and your parents. I am fighting for the teachers, for Hermione, for Ron. I am fighting for Sirius, for the Gryffindors. I am fighting for Dumbledore. I am fighting for my life, and I am fighting for the chance to live with you." He said. "I want that chance more than anything, Ginny." He said suddenly. "I want that chance more, possibly, because I feel like I haven't made my parents proud. Naming my children after them, I know, would make them happy, to know that I will never forget them." He smiled at her. "I want something more than kids, though, and that is to love you as long as I breathe." He knew what he was saying was more than impossible. He had the crawling feeling in his stomach again, knowing that he was not supposed to survive at all. His heart ached with wanting to skip the war and fast forward with living. He held her in his hands, the one woman that he never wanted to let go, and yet the chance seemed to be a fifty - fifty shot. It was up to him to live. He had survived before, and it was his choice to live or die, but it felt different this time. Ginny was right, they could fight together.
After he had helped her to remove her jacket, he took his glasses off, and set them on the table next to the arm of the sofa. He looked back down to her, unsheilded deep emerald orbs, pressed into her chocolate ones. He knew that they shouldn't have been doing what they were about to, but he did not resist. He needed to prove to her that she would always have him, even if he died in the war. At her words, he nodded lightly, and pressed his forehead to hers as they both found comfort. He set his lips to hers again as his hands found their way further up her shirt. He hesitated a second before he continued. He wanted to make her happy, so happy, but he was not sure if this was the way to do it, yet he moved. The chills of her fingers made the hairs on the back of his neck stand, and he pushed her shirt all the way up, gently breaking off in the kiss to pull it off of her.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 9, 2007 18:28:37 GMT -5
Ginny smiled at him, winking. "But you wouldn't ever hex me," she said with certainty, knowing that Harry wouldn't ever do anything to hurt her. Intentionally, at least.
"Yeah, no more fighting," she said, bringing her lips to his again. "Just kissing." Ginny hoped that maybe they'd get to do a bit more than kissing. Harry had always ben the perfect gentleman, and never tried anything that he shouldn't have. This annoyed Ginny. Weren't boys supposed to try at least a little bit? Was Harry not that attracted to her? She didn't think that that was the reason, though. He seemed to be... maybe he was just passive.
"They're already proud of you, Harry," she said, smiling. "I know that for a fact." She turned to look intensely into his eyes. "Love me for longer than you breathe, Harry. Love me until the world disinigrates into dust and the sun fades into oblivion. Love me as long as there is a heaven. Love me until you aren't physically able to love me anymore. I know that I'll do the same for you."
"Well both make it through this war, Harry," she said with a determined look in her eyes. "And, right when the war ends and things settle down, we'll get married. Then we'll get started on making those babies, yeah?" Ginny smiled, kissing his neck softly.
Ginny gasped softly as Harry's eyes met hers with the intensity of a thousand blazing suns. She had never seen anything like the look that he had in his eyes before. Ginny sighed happily as his forehead pressed against hers and his lips found hers. She smiled as Harry pushed her shirt higher up, and pulled it off of her. She reluctantly stopped kissing him for a moment so he could pull it over her head. She looked deeply into his eyes, and softly kissed him again. "I want you to touch me, Harry," she said to him, her cheeks flushing at what she was saying. She had never done anything like this with anyone, and she was embarassed and scared but excited at the same time. She reached around to her back to unclasp her lacy, black bra. She slipped the straps off of her arms, all the while looking at Harry. She trusted him to treat her well.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2007 18:54:05 GMT -5
Harry smiled wickedly. "Not that you know of..." he said. "I might dose you with some sort of potion though... those twin brothers of yours seem to always want me to dose you with something." He smiled. "For all I know, we could be here out of love potion, but I don't care."
"Sounds good to me." He said suddenly. He had never allowed himself to do something like this, ever, but it was Ginny who was with him, and this seemed more than right. He loved her with all the feeling he had left in him to feel. He did not know if it was right or if it was wrong. The only thing that concerned him was if she was still happy that she was with him and that she was not lying to him. He brought his hand up, pushing strands of hair from her eyes, and smiled. He owned him now. His heart, his body, his sould, and Harry knew that. She was everything to him, and he was that to her.
"They are?" He wondered, staring at her in complete curiosity. "How do you know?" He wondered, thinking that he had done nothing but to ashame them. "I will love you as long as the ocean is full of life. I will love you as long as the stars shine in your loving eyes and for your beauty. I will love you as long as you love me in return. I will keep you in my heart as long as the ocean keeps it's waves." He said. "I will love you... forever..." He said, out of ideas for more examples, even though they were so many more.
"I know we will survive too." He said. He laughed a bit. "We'll have to wait on those kids, though, we need to get jobs first." He said with a smile. He laughed a bit. "And don't forget that you have another year of school." He said lightly. He really wished they were in the same year, then they would be able to graduate together and live as inseperably as possible, but she was, in fact, younger.
He gently helped her remove her shirt as he smiled in a loving way to her. He did not look down at her body, for that was not the reason for his doing. The fact that her beautiful face was staring at her was all that he needed. He stared at her, his eyes flashing with desire for her, and pressed his lips gently to hers once again. He smiled to her, but his face turned to seriousness as she spoke to him. The feeling of embarassment over came him as well, and he did not know what to do. As she unclasped herself, he pulled his shirt up and off his muscular body. He rest back on top of her, their stomach attached with skin as he bent his head back down. He kissed her, sliding his hands back up her sides and placing them upon her breasts. He kissed a bit deeper, massaging her a bit.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 9, 2007 19:40:24 GMT -5
Ginny shook her head, happily. She knew that she was not under the influence of a love potion. "If it was love potion, then you wouldn't have left me," she said softly. "And I think I would know also. What I feel for you is real. It's not just superficial."
Ginny smiled as Harry gently brushed a few strands of hair from her face and tucked them behind her ear. She pressed her lips to his hand as he moved to bring it back, and she smiled. She loved every moment, every time that he touched her. He was amazing, and she was completely and totally in love with him. Ginny didn't even think about being mad at him about the months that they had been apart. She was just happy that they were together now.
"Yes, they are," she said, smiling up at him. "Because you're a good person. You've done so many good things, and you're not selfish at all. Everything you do is for others. But I think sometimes you should allow yourself a little bit of happiness. Do I make you happy, Harry?" Ginny reached out to stroke his cheek with her small, fragile hand. His skin was so smooth... she wondered if his skin was smooth on other parts of his body too. She felt her face heat up pleasantly at the thought. "I think we're getting into the 'arguing about who loves who more' territory now, Harry," she said, grinning, a pink blush still present on her cheeks.
Ginny sighed theatrically when he said that they would need to get jobs first. "I don't want to wait that long," she said, smiling slightly. "But I suppose we'll have to. I'll be a Quidditch player." Ginny knew that it wasn't likely that she'd actually get to be a pro Quidditch player, but a girl could dream, right?
Ginny smiled nervously back at Harry too. She was very nervous, but happy at the same time. As Harry lifted his shirt over his head, she stared at him with want and need. He was absolutely gorgeous. Wonderful. Breathtaking. Bloody sexy too. As Harry lay down on top of her, she gasped as the skin of her stomach pressed intimately against his. Ginny kissed him back, somewhat softer than she would have liked. But, when he brought his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts, she moaned into Harry's mouth. She felt her body react naturally to his touch, and her nipples hardened. She kissed him back just as deeply as he was kissing her, but pulled back after a few seconds. "You can look, Harry," she said to him, panting. She placed her hands on his chest and moved her fingers around in light circles. "I want you to."
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2007 20:09:41 GMT -5
He knew bloody well that she was not under love potion, but he decided to bring it up any way, as a weakened joke perhaps. He smiled lightly at her words. "You're right," He said softly. "Because you and everything about you is nothing but perfection." He said instantly in a slight whisper.
He shook his head. He did not believe her. "The reason why I want to kill Voldemort is revenge on my parents." He said flatly. "I believe that is being irrationally selfish." He said abruptly. He sighed a bit. Happiness? He didn't exactly know the word, because the years have been so immaculately screwed up. He looked at her quickly. "Ah, yes, of couse you make me happy." He said instantly. She did make him happy. She made him so happy that he could fly without a broom, or actually kill Voldemort. He was so happy to be around her that he couldn't even have dreamed of why he let her go. "Yes, we must stop this battle... we both know I'd win." He smiled.
He smiled as their discussion of jobs continued on. "A professional Quidditch player?" He questioned. He expected her to say something like a nurse at St. Mungo's or something... but a Quidditch player? He smiled a bit. "You'll always be away, though." He said lightly. It was true, she always would be away if she was one. "And if you, say, ever got pregnant, you wouldn't be able to play for months." He said. He did not want to talk her out of it, he was just stating what would happen.
The fact that he was shirtless made him feel more comfortable, only because he was following her. He did not just make her strip and leave himself there, but he knew that her body was not what her loved her for. He smiled at her, as he heard her gasp from position himself back down. "Am I hurting you?" He asked in a whisper. He did not want to hurt her, infact that was the last thing her ever wanted to do. When his hands had cupped her and her body reacted, he found himself more arroused than he had ever had. He broke away, looking at her, and listening to his words. He nodded a little bit, to find himself looking down at her for a brief minute and realizing how beautiful she really was. The moans she made were like music, but better. He felt her fingers upon his chest as he placed kisses upon her neck once again. He slowly, withouth warning, began to descend downward in kisses, placing them upon her breasts, as his hands dangled at her hips.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 9, 2007 20:58:48 GMT -5
Ginny blushed slightly as he said that she was perfect. "I'm not perfect, Harry," she said, reaching out to trace the contours of his neck and jawline. "But I don't want to be. I'm glad that you can accept all of my flaws and you still love me. That's one of the reasons why I love you so much." Ginny kissed his cheek softly, then pressed her cheek against his lovingly.
Ginny shook her head at what he was saying. "I'm sure that's a part of it," she said, smiling. "But I know that you also want to get rid of him so my family can be happy. So I can be happy. So the whole world can be happy. Most people would run away somewhere and hide if they were in your position. But you don't. You're a brave and noble person, Harry. If I make you as happy as you say I do, it was a good and noble thing that you did, breaking up with me. Not that I like it or accept it, for that matter." Ginny smiled, and nudged him lightly.
Ginny thought about what he was saying. "True," she said, thinking about it. "But I'll retire when we're going to have a baby. Quidditch players make a lot of money, so that won't be a problem." Ginny smiled when she realized that she was speaking in the future tense. As if she knew that these things would happen. As if they were inevitable.
As Harry looked deeply into her eyes and softly asked if he was hurting her, Ginny was speechless. He was the sweetest boy, well man now, in the entire world. "Never," she said softly, raising her head up to kiss him. As Harry picked his head up and looked down at her body, her skin flushed. The blush started at her chest, spread out over her breasts, neck, and then finally her face. She felt loved when Harry looked at her the way he was looking at her now. Like there would never be anyone else but her in the world for him ever again. Suddenly, she felt the urge to fully have their bodies pressed together. She wrapped her arms around his back, and pulled him fully on top of her. Their upper bodies were now flush against each other. It felt wonderful to feel the pressure of Harry's chest against her breasts. Ginny let out another soft moan, continuing to kiss him. She wrapped her legs around Harry's waist, feeling his growing arousal pressing into her through their layers of clothing. She gasped at how ready for her he already was.
As Harry kissed along her neck, Ginny sighed blissfully. But her sighs changed to something else as he kissed her breasts. She moaned his name loudly, squirming slightly. "Harryyyy," she moaned, panting from underneath him. Her nipples were still as hard and erect as they had been before. Ginny's eyes rolled back into her head as Harry pleasured her. She lay back on the couch, closing her eyes and leaning her head back. She felt extremely aroused at the moment. She felt herself soaking through her underwear, even though Harry hadn't touched her anywhere else but her breasts... yet.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2007 21:31:05 GMT -5
He shrugged a bit. "It's alright if you don't want to be." He said. "It's more than alright, but you're perfect to me." He said suddenly. "You always have been, but I have been too stupid to let me see it myself." He said, cursing at himself in his head. "I've loved you for a while- hell, I probably have always loved you, but now it's really starting to take effect." He said. "I don't think I could ever let you go... not again."
He nodded lightly to her. "Your family is basically my family, and I know they are in danger. The weight of the world is on me and has been on me for years now, but it's so heavy that I can't run away. I want to get rid of this weight and just live my life, having no worries about the future." He smiled. "The only worry I want to ever have is how well our kids will grow up, and how happy they will all be." He said. "They'll be lucky, you know." He said with a great smile. "Because they'll be having you as a mother." Harry himself wasn't really all that good with kids, but he knew that if they were of heir to he and Ginny, they would mean more than his life.
Harry had not noticed the way she spoke it, but only the meaning got into his head. "Plus, I still have a vault full from my parents' savings, but I am hoping to save that for desperate needs." He smiled. "Hopefully the ministry is stable and save enough to allow me to be an auror." He said slightly. "Will all the stuff going on, who knows what will happen by next year." He smiled a bit, nudging her nose with his. Her sweet smell gave his heart flight, as he opened his intense green eyes to find himself in a locking look with her, once again.
By looking at her he could tell that she was more than embarassed. He could not understand why. She was so wonderful, so perfect, and every groove of her body made him even more aware of how lucky he really was. He did not forget who she really was, but plainly looked over the fact of their surroundings, her past, his past, and what people would think of him. All he wanted was her, with him, and he would not let her go even if the world depended on it. He moaned only a small bit, to find himself growing erect as she twisted herself around him. He showered her with kisses, craving for the flesh that surrounded her body and sealed her. He wanted her with him, and he would prove to her that she was his everything. Now was not any different than it had been before. They were the same people, still tangled in the mess of love, and she was his reasoning for the arrousal he was given. He took a deep breath into her softened skin, knowing very well that he would be better off to calm down.
Her moans filled his ears with desire to make her do it more. He wanted to make her so happy, so very happy, and he could not stop himself from thinking this was the way. He had no meant to, but the beast of impatience was slowing starting to overcome him as his fingers wandered to the waist band of her jeans. He moved his body so that she could feel him over her thigh. He left on hand at her waist, and moved the other up, dragging it solidly between her breasts and straight down, as if it's destination was to enter her jeans.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 9, 2007 22:24:27 GMT -5
"I could never let you go," she whispered to him, nuzzling his neck with her nose. "Promise me that you'll never let me go, Harry. Promise me that you'll do everything in your power to stay with me forever." Ginny buried her face in his neck, placing kisses there. She sucked lightly, darting her tongue out to taste the saltiness of his skin. He tasted wonderful, and smelled even better.
Ginny smiled softly. "I hope that I'll be a good mum," she said, kissing the corner of his mouth and smiling. "And you needn't worry about a thing. Our children will be the most wonderful people in the world because they'll have you for a dad." Ginny was so excited to start a life with Harry. She wanted to be Mrs. Ginny Potter right now. It was almost painful to think that she still had two years of school left. Maybe she could work something out with Dumbledore that would let her graduate early...
"Mmmm," Ginny murmured unintelligibly, giggling happily when he lovingly nuzzled their noses together. "No more talking now, Harry." Ginny grinned at him, and reached out to pull him in for a searing and passionate kiss. She ran her tongue slowly across his bottom lip, silently asking for permission to be let in.
Ginny smiled when she heard Harry's small moan from when she wrapped her legs around his waist. She was desperate to make him moan more. By the end of this night, Ginny vowed that she would have him screaming her name as he exploded inside of her... Ginny gasped slightly at the thought of having Harry inside of her. The more that she thought about it, the more she was sure that she wanted to make love with him tonight. Ginny experimentally ground her hips in a few small circles against his erection. Her eyes closed in pleasure as fireworks went off in her head. Ginny ended up moaning loudly herself, feeling the friction of both Harry and her clothes rubbing against her sensuously. Ginny had never felt anything like this before, not having been one for masturbation. She was eager to touch Harry all over, taste him all over... At this thought, Ginny wanted to feel more of Harry's erection against her. She wanted him to be completely naked and at her mercy. Pulling her legs away from him, Ginny tried to turn them over without actually having to get off of the couch. But the couch was too small for this. Suddenly, Ginny had a brilliant stroke of inspiration.
I need the perfect place for Harry and I to make love to each other in for the first time, Ginny thought to the Room of Requirement, with her eyes closed. Suddenly, she felt a lot more comfortable. She opened her eyes and saw that her and Harry were laying on a fluffy bed that had a satin comforter that was cream and emerald-green. She looked around her, and saw many lit candles of the same colors floating all around the room. Soft jazz music was playing, quiet enough that Ginny would be able to hear every little sound that Harry would make clearly.
Ginny now had enough room to roll Harry over without one of them falling off the couch, and she did just that. Harry was now underneath her, and Ginny had never felt so wonderful. She loved when it was Harry touching her, but she wanted to do the same to Harry. She wanted to be the one in control for awhile. She wanted him to moan just as loudly as she had earlier. Bringing her hands to his jeans, Ginny quickly unbuttoned the top button and then unzipped them. She pulled the jeans off of his legs, and pulled back to look at him. She smiled as she noticed that his eyes matched the comforter and pillowcases perfectly. That was what she had wanted. "Is the room all right?" she asked nervously. "Everything else? Am I going too slowly?" Ginny bit her lip nervously, looking down at Harry as she lay fully on top of him. "I want to make you happy," she said softly. "I want everything to be good and enjoyable for you." Ginny blushed, the color rising from her chest and then to her face once again. She wanted to make Harry happy, and make sure that she pleasured him exactly the way that he needed. She hoped that she did everything right.
As Harry brought his hand to her chest and dragged it downwards, Ginny shivered as she realized where he was going with this. Oh, how badly Ginny wanted Harry to touch her. More than that, she wanted to feel him inside of her. She wanted all of him, the whole package. Heart, mind, body, and soul. Ginny's stomach muscles contracted as Harry's cool fingers brushed across her abdomen. She closed her eyes, immensely enjoying what he was doing to her.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 9, 2007 23:26:19 GMT -5
Harry smiled brightly to her words. "I would never promise anything different." He said with a smile. "I know now that I can not live without you, and I don't intend on trying." He said shortly. "You are my life, Ginny, and I hope that one day everything goes according to plan. I will sweep you away, take your hands, and silently as you to marry me, and all I will hope is that you do not turn me down." He said, with a smile. "I don't think I would be able to handle it."
He nodded with a smile as she spoke the words that she did. "You will be the most wonderful mother." He said, almost as if idolized by her. "You will be favored by everyone, and the kids will not be afraid to ask you for help or to ask for permission to do something." He said with a smile. "They'll be happy, they'll have freedom to do anything they want... well, almost." He laughed. "But most of all, they'll be loved. They'll be our everythings and none of them will ever feel out of place. We will live as one happy family. All of us."
He smiled with a light laugh. He knew that she loved him so much that talking seemed to slow down the process, and frankly he had no other choice but to agree right now. The fact that he let her walk away one was still in his head, and he didn't want her to do it again. As she kissed him, he felt her tongue glide across his lip, and instantly he opened his mouth a bit. His tongue slid silently into her mouth, and together they started their game of war.
The feeling of having her under him was so unreal that he felt like he was in the biggest daydream he had ever had. He only hoped that he didn't wake up to find it as a daydream, because then he would feel even worse than he did this morning when he woke up, but then the thought left his head. As she ground her hips against him, the mix of pain and pleasure was too realistic to be a dream. He moaned louder than he ever thought he would, and muffled his sounds into her succulant breasts. His heart pounded a violent rythem of a tribal mating dance as the howling in his head started, and he found himself becoming uncontrolable with thirst for her. He wanted to do everything for her, love her in a way that no one else should be allowed to love her, and he wasn't going to stand for any of it. He needed her, and he knew bloody well how much. He then noticed the difficulty she was having with her placement. He went to move, thinking that the room of requirement would help out, but before he could think about changing the room, it had already begun to transform.
The bed below him seemed much softer than the plushed couch. He had more room to relax, he had more area to give himself and her, and he smiled. The room was more than perfect, the candles created the perfect lightly that made him love her so much. The light beams of candles reflected in her chocolate eyes, and his heart began to take flight again. The way she looked, the way she was... she was so perfect, and he couldn't handle it anymore. He needed her. As long as he lived to tell the tales of the past to the future, he would scream out to the world how much he loved her. He would scream to the world how much she meant to him, and how much he needed her.
Suddenly, he felt his back hit the satin sheets as she was positioned above him. He stared at her, lovingly as she touched his body with complete control. Oh, she controlled every aspect of him, every crevice, and every inch that had never been touched before. His body clammed up momentarily, just to feel her finger find their way to his jeans. As she tore them off, he gasped with relief for a brief moment. In the time that he had been together, his pants had tightened more than imaginable. Only now had he realized how painful it really was. He opened her eyes back to her, a small blush growing across his face as he smiled. "Perfect," he purred. "You are perfect, the room is perfect, the feeling is perfect." He pulled her back on top of him, staying where he was, and rolling back over on top of her, starting a different kind of war. His fingers danced along her hips as he found the waist band to her jeans. He quickly unbuttoned them and unzipped them. "I love you." He whispered. He then smiled a bit as he kissed her once again, his fingers trailing down, and inside her last article of cloathing still left on her: underwear. He wound his fingers a bit, feeling the warm aura she gave off, and pressed his finger, gently at first, and entered her.
As his fingers remained twisted inside of her, he found himself pressing his lips to the tender skin of her stomach. His head extended downward, placing kisses upon her waist line. A million thoughts were flying in and out of her head, but all enjyably amazing. As his one hand was inside her, the other gently moved up, tracing the inside of her thigh, and back down. He looked up for a brief moment, hoping to Merlin that he was not causing her discomfort at all. All he wanted to do was love her. And he hoped he was slowly succeeding
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 10, 2007 9:20:03 GMT -5
Ginny smiled softly as Harry said that one day he would sweep her off of her feet and ask her to marry him. "Of course I won't say no," she said, cuddling into him. "I would never say no. I'd marry you right now if you asked me to."
Ginny listened to Harry's words, with her eyes closed in bliss, as he painted out her dream future for her. She smiled when he said that they would live as a happy family. Ginny couldn't wait for that future. "You have no idea how much I want all of that to be our future," she said, still cuddling into him and nuzzling his neck lovingly.
As Harry moaned loudly and buried his head into her breasts, Ginny brought her hands up to thread locks of his silky hair between her fingers. "Did you like that?" she asked nervously, smiling and kissing the top of his head. She wanted Harry to have the best night of his life. She wanted to be the first and the only person to love him this way. She wanted Harry to complete her, to fulfill her.
Ginny gazed into his deep emerald eyes, leaning in to kiss him softly. "Harry, I hope you know that I've never done this with anyone else before. That... that you will be my first. And only," Ginny wrapped her arms around him, pressing her lips to his wildly-beating pulse. She couldn't help but notice Harry's desire for her pressing into her thigh, and she wondered how she could have gotten so lucky. Was she really going to make love with Harry Potter tonight? Ginny sighed in happiness, and then moved in to kiss him passionately.
As Ginny pulled Harry's jeans off, she felt the strength of his erection tightening against his pants. When she pulled them off, she saw the small tent being made by his desire for her lifting his boxers. Looking into his eyes, Ginny smiled lovingly at him. She kissed him roughly, trailing a hand down his chest and stomach until it reached the waistband of his boxers. Ginny let her hand continue until it was inside of them. She found Harry's erection, and closed her hand around it experimentally. She slowly pumped up and down with her hand, kissing Harry all the while.
Ginny smiled lovingly up at him as Harry flipped her back over and said that everything was perfect. "Okay," she said simply, and relaxed back onto the bed as Harry slipped her jeans off. Suddenly, Ginny felt Harry flip her over on the bed. Ginny couldn't help the look of extreme lust that came over her. She watched, fascinated, as Harry grazed her hips with his fingers. "I love you so much Harry," she murmured softly, smiling at the glow that the candlelight gave to his flawless skin. Ginny gasped slightly as Harry's hands moved down, down to exactly where she wanted them to be... As Harry slipped his hand inside of her knickers and touched her for the first time, Ginny moaned. The sensation of his rough, calloused hands touching her wet and tender skin was breathtaking. As Harry pressed his fingers to her opening and slipped them inside of her, Ginny let out a loud gasp. "Merlin Harry, whatever you do, don't stop," she said to him It felt amazing to have Harry touching her this way.
Ginny thrust her hips forward onto Harry's fingers, making them sink in deeper to her. She pulled away a little bit, and then repeated her previous action, letting out a small grunt of pleasure. Harry looked up at her with question in his eyes, and Ginny's heart melted into a puddle. She reached down reassuringly with both of her hands, cradling Harry's head against her stomach as he kissed her there.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 12, 2007 16:52:39 GMT -5
He sighed a heavenly vow as he gandered into her loving orbs. He smiled lightly. "I would, you know I would, but you also know why I can't." He said lightly. It was true, he couldn't. They were so young, for one, and for two: the war was coming.
He did not think that she was unlucky anymore, but he had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that seemed to not want to leave. It was unfair of him. What if he did die in the war? It would be so unfair to leave Ginny alone, and he knew he couldn't leave her. Not like this. Not will everything planned out. He had to live, he had to have her, and they had to live together, but he knew the solid truth of the matter was: expect the unexpected. Anything could happen.
As her question came out of her mouth, embarassment became to over flow him. He could feel a plush dropping from his cheeks to his chest, but soon after he had drained from the feeling. He nodded to her curtly, not really knowing what sort of reaction she wanted from him, but only smiled and nuzzled into her delectable skin. Never in a thousand years would he believe himself to be here, with her, but he didn't want it any other way.
As he kissed her, every doubt of his seemed to slink away on it's own accord. He smiled as she broke apart, but gave her a look of seriousness as she spoke the words she did. "You will be my first." He said lightly. Secretly he would not tell her, but he was over all happy that he was the one and only one. The thought of her doing this with someone else made his blood boil on command, but the fact that she hadn't came more realzing than ever before. Into her kiss he burried himself, moving his hands once again up and down her sides, letting her skin be the playground for his uncontrolable hands.
He let his head fall back in a relazed sigh as he was exposed. Only now had he become aware that the pain was immagineable. He felt her topple over him, kissing him, and rougher it got for him. As her fingers began to drag down to his stomach, he got a cold shiver that ran through his body, kissing her more deeply, and knowing where her desire was. He calmly took a breath, but when she slipped her hand inside, he couldn't take it anymore. He kissed her, moaning into her mouth to the hallow sounds, and gripping her waist in an effect to calm himself down. He slowly failed.
Having her there was more than enjoyable to him, but he felt like he would wake from a dream at any moment. Was he truely doing this? Was he truely betraying his best friend by deflowering his only sister? Did he seriously even know what he was doing himself? What ever it was he was doing, it must have been something good, because her moans made him more intrigued to be with her, and he slowly felt himself growing more, to the point where he thought he would cry. Merlin did he love her, and merlin did he was to satisfy her. He let himself continue with the kisses, pulling his fingers in and out at a slow speed, and gradually exceeding. She was so warm, so ready, and he looked up at her as she cradled his head in his hands. He had done something right, but he wanted to give her more. More than just this. He continued what he was doing though, placing kisses along her waistline, and he found himself lower than that. He kissed her thighs, pulling his other hand up and down them as he continued his pace with his fingers inside of her. Becoming quicker.
He looked up at her once again, pulling his hand straight down from her brest to her openings again, and kissed the lips below her once, before he began to work his way up. He got to her neck again, his boxers slowly folding off of him as he moved, and in a sudden beat he was completely skin and bones, and as he removed her last article, she was too. He looked deep into her eyes, cradling her head in his hands and kissing her once. "It's alright," He whispered, beginning to push his rock hard self inside of her.
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Post by Ginny Weasley on Sept 12, 2007 19:22:52 GMT -5
As Harry blushed and looked away at her question, Ginny smiled and tilted her head as he nuzzled her neck. "I'm glad," she said, looking up at him with her deep brown eyes. Sometimes, Ginny wondered how she had gotten so lucky. Sure, Harry hadn't noticed her for the first six years... but now, everything was wonderful. She looked deep into his green eyes, and imagined seeing them on a red-haired little girl. She couldn't wait to have that future with Harry.
Ginny continued to explore Harry's body, her hand dragging a path down Harry's chest and stomach. She leaned down to kiss his stomach as he shivered, feeling the gooseflesh against her lips. As Ginny slipped her hand inside of his boxers, she stroked him gently, kissing her way back up to Harry's mouth. Harry took a deep breath, attempting to calm himself, but Ginny's strokes and squeezes became more passionate and hard. As he lost control and groaned into her mouth, Ginny kissed him passionately. She slipped her tongue inside of his mouth and tilted her head to get a better angle. Her tongue ferociously explored Harry's mouth, while her hand explored his body down below. Her other hand tightened around his torso, pulling them close together. Something inside of Harry suddenly snapped, and he gripped her waist tightly while devouring her mouth with his. Ginny touched the head of his penis with the tip of her finger and then slowly ran circles around that area.
Ginny looked down at Harry from where his head was resting against her stomach. His silky, black hair was tousled even more than usual which, in turn, made him even sexier than usual. His skin was sheer with perspiration and Ginny found his scent to be intoxicating. It was hard to believe that soon she would feel his rock-hard erection inside of her. That soon, he would slowly push in and out of her with love and passion. She felt herself gush around Harry's fingers, warm liquid lubricating her entrance. Harry's fingers pushed against her, and she pushed her hips in again. His fingers gradually picked up speed, and Ginny started to pant. She was ready for him. But Harry wasn't over just yet. He pulled his mouth away from hers, kissing down her body. As he placed kisses at her waistline, Ginny shivered. She wondered where Harry was going with this. Her questions were soon answered as he moved down to kiss the insides of her thighs. Ginny felt herself shiver, and her nipples shriveled up again to become hard peaks. She wanted Harry inside of her. To make love to her.
Ginny moaned throatily as Harry kissed her down below, his lips on her sensitive skin causing wonderful things to happen within her. As Harry slowly climbed back up her body, Ginny felt the fabric of his boxers slide off and stay by her feet. She looked into his eyes, down his body, and back up again. "You're perfect," she said to him, kissing him softly. "I don't know how I got so lucky." Ginny felt her knickers come off, and she slid her arms around Harry's neck. She kissed him tenderly and romantically, sliding her tongue into his mouth and massaging his tongue with hers.
"Make love to me, Harry," she said, pulling back to look into his emerald eyes and placing her hand on his cheek. "I want you to be inside of me." And soon, Harry granted her wish. Ginny felt Harry slowly beginning to push himself inside of her, and Ginny felt the impulse to squeeze her eyes shut from the pain. But she didn't. She kept her eyes glued to Harry's lovingly, even when tears started to leak out of the sides of her eyes. "I love you," she said to him, leaning in to press her lips to his. Ginny spread her legs apart further in order to give Harry space to move around. Suddenly, Ginny felt something. A spark of pleasure from somewhere inside of her. She let out a small whimper, realizing that she wanted Harry to pleasure her further.
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Post by Harry Potter on Sept 15, 2007 21:24:41 GMT -5
He had gently kissed her neck before her words had entered his head, in a desperate state to be felt. He brought his head up, smiling an embarrassed smile, and kissed her lightly upon her lips. He was now confused beyond belief. As he kissed her he did not want it to end here, but half of him ached with meaning to know if they were, in fact, taking things too fast. They had, after all, just gotten back together, and now they were taking this step. Such a big step it was, and how apart they seemed, but he did not want it to end. Not now.
His heart pounded like the beat of a thousand burning suns. His fingers slipped through the sheets as he gave her room to explore to her heart's content. His body shivered, but warming as her hands had found their way to his boxers. At first he moaned into her mouth, grasping her as he pulled the sheet within his fingers, letting the silk supply for the ecstasy at his fingertips. His rage became stronger as she moved upon him, stroking him harder. He moaned louder into her mouth, the sound escaping to corner of his mouth as he fought tongues with her. His body warmed immediately, letting himself gently thrust against her, feeling her touch him was better than flying a broomstick. It was better than winning a Quidditch match. He shoveled his fingers in her hair, practically loosing control of his rage. He escaped from her mouth, dropping his head to the sheets and moaning a loud and restless moan. He closed his eyes tightly, feeling her suddenly touch the tip of him, and he gasped. "Ginnyyyyy..."
Harry had her pinned to the sheets. His hands suffocating her body, leaving no inch untouched. He felt the need to feel it all, to grasp every inch, and he would never get sick of any inch of her. Nothing that she could give him would make him frown. She was the reason he breathed, the reason he loved, and the reasons he was able to wake every morning knowing that everything would be alright. He twisted his fingers once again inside of her, working his way back down her skin. His fingers picked up more speed at the sound of her pants. She was enjoying it, and he would not let it stop. The animal inside her was rady to pounce, and he knew by watching her. His hands worked furociously up and down the insides of her thighs. His fingers worked deeper into her, just far enough to rub the gentle bubble upon her insides. He rubbed it gently at first with the tip of his middle finger, as his thumb stroked around the surrounding, placing gentle kisses everywhere upon the outsides. His hand that was constantly rubbing her thigh moved highed, bringing it across her stomach, and under her breasts.
Her words rang into his ears, looking up with her with a straight face and loving eyes. "No, darling, you are perfect." He said in a deep and seductive voice that he had not noticed he had released. His fingers had left the insides of her, leaving spots of dampness upon the sheets below, and gently dried his fingers upon the sheets around him. His body slid up her, his lower half crashing into her, but he had no entered her yet. He only slowly teased her, smiling into her lips as he kissed her, teasing her to his advantage. Every inch of his body was burning for the time to enter her, and he knew it had come.
He only granted her wish at her words. He had no other intentions. She was ready for him, and he was ready to prove to her how much he really loved her. He situated himself enough to easily move in and out of her, and he watched her. Even though she had kissed him to cover it up, he could see the tears leak from her eyes. He was hurting her. He was, and he knew it, but she wanted him to keep going, didn't she? He hesitated, he didn't want to hurt her, he didn't want her to go through that, but she had assured him access when she had responded by opening her legs. He swallowed his body into her, pushing in and out with a light force at first, and gradually picking up speed. His hands cuped her stiff breasts, as he devoured her in a kiss. Moaning with her he moved faster, stroking her breasts in pure passion.
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