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Format: Novel
Chapters: 38
Word Count: 238,906
Status: COMPLETED
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Mild Language, Mild Violence, Scenes of a Mild Sexual Nature, Contains Spoilers
Genres: General, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, McGonagall, Arthur, Molly, George, Ginny, Teddy, OC
Pairings: Harry/Ginny, Arthur/Molly, Bill/Fleur, Ron/Hermione, Neville/Luna
First Published: 10/19/2007
Last Chapter: 05/05/2008
Last Updated: 06/28/2010
Summary:
So, what happened after Harry wondered about getting a sandwich?
Starts the morning after the Final Battle. Follow along as Harry tries to cope with the aftereffects of the war and the damage done to his life thus far. Sure, he conquered Voldemort, but how does that prepare him for a normal life? Is a normal life even possible? We know that 19 years later ‘all was well’. The question is; what did it take to get there.
Chapter 8: Detention, Detention, Detention
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Detention, Detention, Detention
Harry awoke as Ginny’s owl streaked into his side of the tent landing on the headboard. It dutifully held out its leg so he could remove the post. "Hi Ellie, got a letter for me?" Harry asked the bird as he untied the letter, and rubbed the owl’s back to soothe it.
Dear Harry,
Thank you, thank you, thank you! I can’t believe you bought me a Firebolt and had it delivered to me, you’re the best! It’s been a pretty good week so far. I’ve organized the Quidditch tryouts. I may have to play seeker since it’s easier to find chasers. I’d rather play chaser, but I don’t think there’s a decent seeker in the house, so it’ll be me unless a miracle happens. The girls still give me a hard time about our kiss on the platform. It was over three weeks ago, but they won’t get off it. Truthfully, it’s really sweet. They’re such good friends. They try really hard to keep me busy so I don’t miss you as much.
Thanks for the posters and the Cannons schedule. And thank you for entering all the practice times and places on the schedule. In the mornings I can tell right what you’ll be doing. As far as the posters, the beefcake one with the team shirtless is extremely popular to say the least. Cecelia, a 4th year, put an enlargement charm on it and posted it in the hallway leading to the girl’s dormitory. I catch girls looking at it all the time. I look at it a lot too, seems my boyfriend is in it.
The guys really go for the Fuse Lighters poster. I didn’t realize the cheer girls traveled with the team. I’m not sure how I feel about it. It’s weird. I want you to be having fun, just not with girls I don’t know. The boys charmed their poster so all the girls call them by name and blow kisses to them. They hung theirs at the top of the steps to the boy’s dorm.
In an interesting side note, somehow the water spigots in the Slytherin baths got jinxed. Anyone washing at a jinxed sink had their hair turn green about an hour after they washed. Nobody ‘saw’ who did it.
The first Hogsmeade trip is Saturday the 8th of October. I’d like to be able to see you then, but I don’t think its possible looking at your schedule, you’ll be in France practicing for the game on the 9th. If the Hogsmeade trip was a week later we might have been able to see each other. You don’t have a game that week. I wish I could get to the first Chudley home game I want to see you play so badly. We’ve been apart so much and survived so I guess we’ll have to deal with it this time too.
Well, I got to the end of the letter, before I can’t help saying it. I love you Harry. I miss you dearly, every day. I’m sorry I missed you playing in your first game. Dean showed me the story in his copy of Quidditch Weekly. I love you.
Fly fast Seeker Boy.
Love, Ginny
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"Come on Harry lets get inside. Hermione said she’d have a late breakfast ready when we got back from practice," implored Ron.
"Go on then, I’ll be in, start without me," replied Harry as he sat on the bench near the front of the tent. It was Saturday and he was trapped in the cold weather of the French countryside. He really wanted to see Ginny at Hogsmeade, but with practice and team meetings it just wasn’t realistic. He and Ron had been at practice by six in the morning, and it was now nearing nine. He was cold, wet and tired. He struggled up off the bench and trudged towards the tent, wanting nothing more than a warm towel for his face, and a soft bed for his body. Well that wasn’t the truth; he wanted Ginny more than anything. This had been a very long six weeks, he missed her.
He stepped inside; Hermione was at the table working on the manuscript of their adventures. Ron was filling his plate with the breakfast Hermione cooked. He passed by them and went to his room. As he entered he waved his wand to the mantle, conjuring a roaring fire to warm the room.
Harry kicked off his wet practice robes, washed up with warm water, donned clean shorts and T-shirt, and fell on top of his bed. He quickly drifted off to sleep.
The soft sound of apparition didn’t wake him, but the feel of Ginny’s lips on his forehead roused him instantly.
"What? Ginny? How’d you get here?" he stammered, "I’m so glad to see you…" His words cut off as Ginny kissed him full on the lips. "Come here." Harry pulled her up onto his bed.
They snogged for a while and then Ginny curled up next to him. Their faces close, talking quietly, their words interspersed with small kisses every once in a while. Ginny sat up, pulled her wand and cast the silencing charm so they would not be heard, then she said the spell to dim the lights. Harry was now paying very close attention.
Ginny saw him staring out of the corner of her eye. He had no idea what her plan was. ‘He’ll figure it out pretty quick,’ she thought. ‘He BETTER figure it out,’ she corrected herself. She’d wanted this since the end of summer party. No, she’d wanted this since the night of the party when he’d made the Cannons. No, honestly, she wanted this since his birthday the previous year, but Ron had interrupted them. None the less, the pair had kept their word to her parents. But now, she was of age, and she wasn’t at home, so neither promise mattered.
"Do you know the male half of the spell?" Ginny asked aloud as she unbuttoned her jeans and started to slide them down her legs.
Harry was brought back to real time by the question. He pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the foot of the bed.
She stripped out of her pants, sitting on the bed facing Harry and pulled her shirt over her head dropping it to the floor. Together they completed a contraceptive spell. Harry leaned her back on the bed as they kissed. They slid under the covers, kissing and massaging each other. Harry removed the last of Ginny’s underwear and she slid his boxers off his hips before pulling herself back up to him kissing his chest.
"Arrgh, bloody owl!" they heard Ron yell.
Seconds later a large brown barn owl landed at the foot of the bed and offered its leg to Ginny. "Go away!" Ginny barked. The owl looked at her without flinching, hopped closer to her and again offered its leg to her. She stopped kissing Harry, sat up next to him and reluctantly took the letter. It bore the seal of the Headmistress of Hogwarts. She slid her finger along the seal to break the bit of wax.
"What did you do?" Harry asked. "You never did answer my question as to how you got here."
"Shit," said Ginny as she handed the letter to Harry.
To: Miss Ginevra Weasley
From: Headmistress Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Re: Actions on the morning of October 8th
Dear Miss Weasley,
I have been informed by the Ministry of Magic that at 8:52am you apparated from the village of Hogsmeade to the French National Quidditch pitch near Bordeaux without permission. Day trips to Hogsmeade are a privilege to students not a right. Leaving the approved area without consent from parents or school administrators is expressly forbidden. This act is a clear violation of the Hogwarts code of conduct for witches and wizards.
Additionally it has been noted that at 8:47am of the same day, you performed a memory altering charm on three fellow Hogwarts students in an attempt to mislead school administrators in charge of the trip. Most disturbingly these three students are known friends and roommates of yours. These three acts are also a clear violation of the Hogwarts code of conduct for witches and wizards.
An owl will be arriving shortly with an envelope containing a bronze coin. That coin is a port key to my office and is to be used to return to the school. I expect your presence in my office by 11:00am.
In light of the above misdeeds Gryffindor House will lose 100 house points for the major violation and 20 points per minor violation. (160 pts Total penalty) Gryffindor House’s amended point total is now negative 35 points.
It has not yet been decided whether or not the school should inform your parents of the above discrepancies. It is under serious consideration.
Sincerely,
Professor McGonagall
Headmistress, Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry
Harry put the letter down as Ginny fell back cursing.
The second school owl arrived with the port key and landed on the footboard.
"What’s with the owls?" asked Ron and Hermione as they came into Harry’s room. Harry and Ginny scrambled to gather their clothes without success. Hermione grabbed the letter from the bed. Ron stopped dead, "What do you think…"
"Stuff it Ron," retorted Harry, "you know damn well."
"I know, sorry… what are…" Ron apologized.
Hermione cut Ron off mid sentence as she finished reading the letter. "It’s already ten forty-five, there’s no way you want to be late Ginny. You better get going." Hermione pulled Ron from the room leaving Harry and Ginny alone.
"Memory altering charm, what’s that?" Harry questioned.
"Luna, Cecelia and Lavender said it was okay. I charmed them so they would all have memories of me being in Hogsmeade today so I’d have an alibi," she confessed. "Mum and Dad are gonna lose it this time. They’ll be beside themselves. Plus I’ll probably be in detention for the rest of the year."
"It’ll be okay Gin. I don’t think it will be that bad. At least I hope it won’t be," Harry put his arm around her as he said this and gave her a squeeze. They both dressed silently.
"I’m not going to apologize if that’s what they think," explained Ginny. "Plenty of students shag at the school all the time. But since they do it on school grounds they don’t get caught. I’m not doing anything different than them. It’s really more of a geography issue," she reasoned.
"Well, bye Harry. Sorry I messed up so bad," Ginny leaned into him speaking with remorse and giving him a half hug.
"Gin, I love you. Don’t apologize for wanting to be together. We just need to figure out a better method. I love you." Harry kissed her forehead and wrapped his arms around her waist.
Ginny pulled away from his hug. S he took the letter from the owl, opened it and grabbed the coin. With a whoosh she disappeared.
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"Well, Miss Weasley, please come in." Ginny heard the Headmistress through the door. "I heard you land outside my door, so do not wait for a second invitation to join me." Ginny opened the door. Professor McGonagall was seated at her desk staring at Ginny with disappointment.
"Sit young lady." She directed Ginny to a chair and table in the corner. "I am deeply disturbed by your complete lack of respect towards the school and the ministry. However I am more disturbed that you would act in a way that could jeopardize the captaincy of the Gryffindor quidditch team."
She continued on as she sat on the corner of her desk facing Ginny. "Ginny what pains me most is that I am now in the position of having to discipline a person who I have a tremendous amount of respect for."
Ginny looked back at her, unsure what to say, but explained her side of it as she had done to Harry in the tent. She wasn’t any older or younger than other students, only that her situation required more creativity. The spells on her friends had been voluntary so that wasn’t as bad as the Headmistress initially thought either. She stood her ground, she apologized for breaking the rule itself, but not for trying to meet Harry, she felt as though her side was told fairly.
Professor McGonagall thought about Ginny’s explanation before speaking again. "Today’s detention will begin immediately. Disapparating from the village is a deed that cannot go unpunished. I know you have your license, but the rules are for all students. Trips to Hogsmeade are a privilege, and students simply are not allowed to leave the town limits."
She continued the lecture, "I have heard your explanations and excuses and have taken them into consideration, but am not sure as to your complete motives for the day’s adventure. So you will start by writing at least two full parchments detailing exactly what the reasons for today’s escapade were.
"But Professor I don’t think I should write exactly what I was thinking," replied Ginny.
"No more talking, no excuses. Put down exactly what you were thinking… Now write!" the professor ordered, passing Ginny two parchments and a quill.
Ginny took the items, pulling her long red hair back over her shoulder so it wouldn’t be in the way. "You’re sure?" she asked again.
"Write!" replied the professor forcefully, clearly out of patience.
"Okay then," Ginny smiled mischievously and began writing. An hour and a half later she finished the essay.
She looked up towards the headmistress’ desk. The professor was looking at some papers not paying attention to Ginny at the moment. Ginny quickly waved her wand and duplicated the parchments, putting one set in her bag. She stood up and took the originals to the desk.
"Thank you dear," said the professor kindly, "now please return to your seat while I read this."
Ginny sat, looking at Professor McGonagall, waiting for a reaction.
Professor McGonagall shifted in her chair, and looked over her glasses, peering at Ginny. She continued reading and looked at Ginny again, loosening her robe collar as she read further. "Ahem," she said getting Ginny’s attention again and looked oddly at the student sitting before her. She shook her head and finished the documents looking flustered. She calmed herself by taking a long sip of water from the goblet on her desk.
"Well Miss Weasley, that was a very detailed account of your thoughts, although not quite the answer I was looking for," McGonagall said a small smile emerging on her face.
Ginny smiled back at her. "I really miss him Professor, and it is exactly what I intended to do when I got to him. I know it isn’t the answer you might have wanted, but it is the truth."
"Well it certainly appraises me of the ‘passion’ we’ll say, of your intent." She paused, taking a moment to study Ginny. "I need to contemplate whether or not I should allow you any more weekends off campus."
"No, no, I have to be able to see him!" Ginny roared.
Her voice softened. "Minerva, you more than anyone know what Harry and I have been through. The fact that both of us are alive today is a miracle. We spent a year apart, time that even though we have tried, we can never fully make up. We’re both scarred physically and emotionally." The young witch paused for a breath.
"I fully intend to find ways for us to be together this year. I won’t spend a whole year separated from him. He needs me. Besides what I wrote about, he needs me near him to help him sort things out still. If that means punishment then I accept it. But I will not accept being away from him," Ginny finished.
"Explain further Ginny," said the professor, getting up and looking around her office at the pictures of the previous headmasters. Many of them tried to catch a glimpse of the parchment.
Ginny was torn. This was private, between her and Harry. But if she didn’t talk she wouldn’t get another chance. She explained about the summer, and Harry, and about the nightmares he still had.
Well then," Professor McGonagall started, "today’s detention is finished. Next Saturday you are to return here for a second detention during which you will write two full parchments detailing the violations of school code and why it is important to abide by the rules as set forth by the school governors. The Saturday after that you will return for a third detention, the assignment for that detention is still under consideration."
"Yes Ma’am," grunted Ginny sadly. ‘Three bloody detentions,’ it was fair she supposed. She had broken a pretty major rule.
"Ginny," asked McGonagall quizzically, "what is this here in paragraph eleven?"
Ginny rose from her seat, reread the section of parchment and whispered the explanation in the professor’s ear causing the professor to blush and respond, "Well, oh my, I suppose Mr. Potter would like that wouldn’t he."
"Oh, one other thing Miss Weasley, on school grounds I am to be addressed as ‘Headmistress’ or ‘Professor’ not by my given name, understood?"
"Yes ma’am," Ginny replied and left the office.
It had been a disastrous day overall. She wrote a short letter to Harry. With a grin she enclosed the detention paper so he would know exactly what he was missing out on. Ginny traipsed up the steep steps to the owlry so she could send it off.
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The second detention passed without incident. It took Ginny almost two hours to complete the assignment to Professor McGonagall’s approval. At the end of the session she verified the time of her third detention as ten o’clock next Saturday morning. She left quietly and retuned to the Gryffindor common room to work on her class assignments.
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One week later, Ginny was just finishing her breakfast in the Great Hall. She looked at her watch. ‘Thirty minutes till detention,’ she thought. She went back to the Gryffindor common room using a secret passage to shorten the trip and climbed the stairs to the dorm. She pulled on a clean pair of jeans and grabbed Harry’s Cannons jersey; pulling it over her head. She’d taken to wearing it a lot over the last month. To her it felt like Harry, comfortable, warm, a little rough around the edges, familiar. It didn’t smell of his cologne as much as it used to. She brushed her hair quickly and then pulled it through a scrunchy into a ponytail. She put on the locket Harry had given her, grabbed her bag and left for detention.
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Miss Weasley,
Please proceed into my office. Your assignment is in the envelope on the table. Please complete it in a timely manner. I will see you shortly.
Sincerely,
Headmistress McGonagall
Ginny read the note posted to the door. She opened the door and stepped into the Headmistress’ office. She found the envelope quickly and opened it. As she grasped the note to remove it from the envelope she felt herself being pulled by her navel through space and time.
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"Welcome Ginny," she heard as she landed in front of the professor. "I have your third detention assignment ready and have a schedule of the remaining detentions you will need to serve," Professor McGonagall spoke evenly but a bit rushed.
"More detentions?" asked Ginny, "six more? Three wasn’t enough?" Her voice rose in volume. "And where am I?" Ginny gathered in her surroundings, the smallish bare room resembled a basic classroom. The room had three doors, no windows. The only furnishings were a couch, a few lamps a small table and a chair set. On the table was a blank parchment, quill and an ink bottle.
"Ginny, your assignment is the following line, ‘I Ginny Weasley promise to complete all detentions as assigned.’ I would like it repeated five hundred times," the headmistress said sternly.
Ginny huffed and sat at the table, she could hear a commotion and voices outside the room. She started the lines with her professor watching over her. McGonagall repeatedly checked her watch and reviewed Ginny’s progress.
"Ginny dear, do you think you could hurry? We are on a tight schedule," her elder asked.
"I’m trying, okay but its five hundred lines," Ginny retorted roughly. "And there’s six more detentions, so it’s not like I have much to look forward to."
"Miss Weasley is there any fashion in which you might be able to proceed faster?" Professor McGonagall was getting flustered.
"I’m writing as fast as I can!" Ginny cried, her eyes tearing up. "What are you tying to do, break me down?"
"Ginny, I understand your emotions being port keyed to my classroom without warning. I know you are writing as fast as you can. However, considering you are of age and I did not expressly forbid the use of magic, is there any conceivable way to complete the assignment in a timelier manner?" the professor stated calmly.
"In regards to your question, I am not trying to break you down. I am however, trying to accomplish two distinct tasks. First, I am teaching you a lesson on thinking through an assignment not just acting impetuously. Second, I am doing a favor for a very dear friend who I care for very much."
Ginny composed herself, and finished the assignment using a copying charm. She handed the parchment to her teacher. "Sorry Professor, I shouldn’t have snapped at you like that. I’m just on edge. I didn’t mean to cause so much trouble for you."
"It’s quite alright Ginny. Well at least you are wearing appropriate attire for the remainder of your detention." The professor looked at Ginny’s Cannons jersey. She led Ginny out the door and into a large grassy field. Hundreds of tents were pitched neatly in rows. Directly across the row from the tent they had exited was Ron and Harry’s tent. The entire Weasley family was present. In the background she could see the Chudley Cannons stadium. The family was milling about eating snacks and tossing a quaffle around.
Hermione saw Ginny and screamed as she ran to hug her. "Good you finished detention. Get some food. We have to leave for the start of the game in about fifteen minutes."
Ginny turned around, went back towards her Professor and gave her strong hug. "Thank you, thank you so much. The remaining detentions are they all…"
Headmistress McGonagall cut her off politely, "Miss Weasley, your parents and I have agreed on the present course of your punishment. However should your marks falter in any way, the remaining detentions may be cancelled. Also, no one, not even your roommates are to know the specifics of your detentions. I expect the utmost secrecy on this matter. In general I expect you to be back in my office by ten o’clock in the morning on the Sunday after your assigned detention day. Understood?"
"Yes ma’am. Thank you," Ginny replied, giving her professor another hug.
The entire group headed for the team’s box seats in the stadium.
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The crowd erupted in cheers as the team strode into the stadium. Harry looked around. He hoped she was here, she was. He tried suppress the grin on his face, but failed in the endeavor. Ginny was standing in her seat, on the left edge of the box seats. Hermione was next to her. All the Weasleys were there, even Charlie. Professor McGonagall was present as well. After all it was part of the deal.
He heard the whistle as the game started. He kicked off and found his position above the arena scouring the field looking for the snitch. The game progressed. ‘What was the score?’ he thought and looked to the scorecards. Cannons 50, Ireland 30. ‘Keep looking, no distractions, where is the blasted thing?’ He still hadn’t found it, the game clock passed the forty minute mark.
He dove to his right to miss a bludger hit his way, turned and saw a flitter of gold. He stared right at it but it wasn’t the snitch. ‘What’s the score?’ he thought again, Cannons 110, Ireland 60. Harry kept looking, his orders were not to grab the snitch until the Cannons had a 100 point lead or more, but he couldn’t find it anywhere. He was trying so hard not to look at Ginny, she would just distract him. ‘I love looking into her deep brown eyes. I love that long red ponytail.’ He loved it when it was a ponytail. He shook himself back to the game. ‘Score?’ Cannons 190, Ireland 110.
‘Where’s the damn snitch?’ he cursed, searching high and low as he flew around the perimeter of the field at breakneck speed. The Ireland seeker wasn’t doing any better, and was in fact gauging his game off Harry’s. ‘I wonder if Ginny sees it?’ he thought. He looked towards her and saw her across the field. Ginny and the rest of the family cheered madly. ‘Score, what’s the damn score?’ Chudley 240, Ireland 130. ‘Now,’ he thought, ‘now I have to get it!’ He shot another quick glance at Ginny. He saw the light reflecting off her locket. He turned away before he lost focus on the game. ‘Wait!’ his head snapped back towards her. Just below the seating box, under the corner of a giant Fuse Lighters banner was the snitch, hiding in the shadow. He broke on it at full speed. The Ireland seeker was completely out of place and never stood a chance. Harry grabbed the snitch easily.
Final score Cannon’s 390, Ireland 130. The crowd screamed in victory, the applause deafening. The official game time was 3 hours 13 minutes. Cannon’s standings: 5 wins, 1 loss, third in WQC standings behind Bulgaria and Switzerland.
Harry hovered on his broom and relaxed for a moment. After regaining his breath he flew up to the team seating box right in front of Ginny. She grabbed him over the railing pulling him against the wooden structure. Screaming in joy, she hugged him, burying her face in his jersey.
"Gin, hold out your hand." She looked at him and obliged. His gloved hand pushed the struggling snitch into her bare one. He closed her fingers around it. "They remember the first person to touch them, he’s yours now," he whispered. The snitch stopped struggling. She opened her fingers. The snitch sat in her hand peacefully then fluttered up and hovered near her left shoulder.
"I’ve got to get to the debriefing, see you at the tents later." He gave her a quick kiss and flew off to join the rest of the team in the locker room.
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As the sun set on the stadium grounds the team section of the tent area was buzzing with activity. Team members returned freshly showered and healed from injuries. Family and close friends wandered from tent to tent reveling in the day’s victory.
Harry and Ron arrived to cheers from the family. Ron had a fresh bruise on his cheek from a nasty bludger hit in the latter part of the game. Both received hugs and long kisses from the girls. Everyone dug into the food provided by the team. Marcus and Andre the Cannons first line beaters arrived to liven up the party with a game of exploding snap. Both of them created an imposing sight as their arms were larger than most people’s legs. Their thick necks and broad shoulders easily filled a doorway when they entered a room. Both were single, like Ron and Harry, but neither had a girlfriend or family so they had been invited to join Harry and the Weasleys for the after game celebration.
Harry watched as Ginny and Hermione turned up the music so they could start dancing. Ron nearly jumped to Hermione’s side to dance. As soon as he was there she hugged his neck and his hands fell to her bottom, where Harry was pretty sure they would remain for most of the evening.
Ginny gently took Harry’s arm, guiding him up to dance. As they danced Harry saw Marcus politely take McGonagall’s hand and persuade her to dance. She was not exactly sure how to dance to contemporary music and was clumsy, but Marcus worked with her and she was actually smiling. Andre and Mr. Weasley opened a large bottle of fire whiskey and were doing their best to find the bottom of it with Bill and George.
"Ouch!" Harry exclaimed as he was forced to pay attention to his date when she stomped his foot.
"If you’re not going to talk to me we can just end this dance right now!" Ginny was not smiling, her eyes focused on Harry’s.
"Sorry Gin, I was just taking it all in. I didn’t mean to ignore you, I was just relaxing," Harry apologized.
"Apology accepted as long as you get me another glass of wine," she joked.
Harry went to the table for fresh drinks returning with two full glasses.
"You’re not trying to get me drunk are you?"
"Do I need to?" she responded coyly.
"No, but it could help with flexibility. And flexibility would be good from what I read in paragraph eleven," he whispered through a soft laugh, wrapping his arms around her waist.
He brushed his nose into her hair smelling her, remembering again his desire to be with her as much as possible. She looked up to him, kissing him. They kissed more while dancing before making their way to one of the campfires people were crowding around to ward off the evening cold. Harry sat on the log, Ginny in his lap, his arms around her waist. The captured snitch hovered around the fire staying near her.
Harry was now very aware that in a short while he and Ginny would head off to bed, together. He was also aware that Mr. Weasley was watching him. Come to think of it all the Weasley men were watching him. Hermione, Molly, Fleur and even Headmistress McGonagall were looking at Ginny.
Harry’s heart rate was going up, small beads of perspiration formed on his brow. It was the night he had dreamed about so many times. His hand twitched nervously as he rubbed Ginny’s back. Ginny pulled his hand around and held it in hers.
"Do you get the idea we’re on display?" he asked Ginny softly.
"Yeah, I do. It’s a bit awkward isn’t it?" she whispered back.
"Come on Arthur, its late, let’s get to bed," Molly suggested as she pulled her inebriated husband up from his camp stool and directed him off to their tent.
"We should go too," Bill said as he helped Fleur up from her seat. "Great game guys." He gave Ron a big brother hug, and did the same to Harry. He whispered, "Harry its fine, its just that we all still see her as a ten year old kid, not a seventeen year old adult."
"G’night sis, I love you. Enjoy," Bill said slyly to Ginny as he hugged her, putting extra emphasis on ‘Enjoy’. She responded by hitting him in the arm. Bill and Fleur apparated away quietly.
The rest of the family retired to their tents.
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Ron and Hermione were already in their room with the door closed when Harry and Ginny stepped into the tent. They went into Harry’s side of the tent. "Since you were coming without prior knowledge, I bought some stuff for you," Harry said from his bathroom. Ginny stepped in to find her favorite shampoo, toothpaste and other toiletries on a shelf for her.
"Thanks," she replied and hugged him. They both washed up and brushed their teeth, sharing the sink. Harry reached around her to put his drinking glass up, but found it difficult as she blocked his way. She stretched up, giving him a full soft kiss brushing her tongue across his lips. He lightly bit her lower lip, gently sucking it for a moment before releasing it. She sat on the edge of the sink and removed Harry’s shirt. He stood between her legs, kissing her more fervently, rubbing his hands up her sides and around to her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Take me to bed please," Ginny murmured as she nuzzled his neck and absorbed the fragrance of his cologne. He slid his hands under her bum and lifted her off the sink, carrying her to the bed, setting her on the edge furthest from the door. He cast the silencing spell, she lowered the lights. Harry conjured a blue fire in the fireplace to keep the room warm. He stood in front of her, leaning over her as she lay back on the bed.
They began kissing again, slow deep kisses. Harry slid his hands up her back releasing her bra. Ginny sat up enough so he could remove it and her shirt. Ginny took this opportunity to undo his jeans and slid them off his hips. He kicked them the rest of the way off. He leaned over her again kissing near her neck, making his way around her body being careful to give each place plenty of attention. He kissed his way to her cleavage, feeling her heart race. She groaned softly, biting her lip every once in a while. He felt her push his head down.
"I love you Ginny," he whispered. She moaned in response. He kissed his way down her stomach. He was forced to stop as he unbuttoned her jeans. She lifted her hips. He removed her jeans and underwear in one motion, and then returned to his kissing and massaging. He paused again a few minutes later.
"You’re not stopping!" she said mustering what voice she could.
"No Gin, I’m not, but we need to do the spell still." They both cast their part of the protection spell. He pulled the covers down so she could get in. She removed his boxers and he slid in next to her. Holding each other, they kissed. Harry positioned himself over her, trying to be gentle. She bit her lip, and clutched his neck tightly. She held her breath for a bit, finally exhaling into his neck. A few moments later the couple started to find a rhythm.
As they moved together he kissed his way down her neck then pulled back looking into her deep brown eyes. He saw a few tears slide down her cheeks. "Gin, you okay? Do you need me to stop?" he asked as he slowed his movements.
She nodded ‘no’ quickly, saying, "No, I need you to make love to me." He bowed down and kissed her lips. He slid his hand onto hers, lacing his fingers with hers. He resumed his motions; Ginny wrapped her arms around his waist pulling him closer still. It didn’t take as long as Harry hoped it would take. Ginny smiled up to him, kissing his face gently.
Harry kissed her forehead as he tried to breathe normally again. He slowly kissed her on the mouth, she returned his kiss. He rolled off to her side wrapping his arms around her. She turned onto her side settling as close to him as she could. "I love you Ginevra Weasley," he whispered.
"I love you too Harry Potter," she answered.
"Are you okay? I tried to go so it wouldn’t hurt too much," he asked.
Ginny pulled herself onto his chest looking into his eyes. "I’m fine, it didn’t hurt. I’m fine."
"I just had heard that the first time for girls could hurt some," he said with concern. "Sorry, I know it was kind of quick, you didn’t get to finish."
Ginny smiled. "Its okay Harry, I didn’t expect to. And we have all night so we can practice until we get it right." She rubbed her hands through his hair, pulling his face to hers and kissed him, lightly biting his lower lip.
She started kissing his cheeks, then his lips and worked her way down his stomach, not stopping when she passed his navel. Harry’s mind went numb as she worked on him. She stopped after a few minutes and pulled herself back up to face him. "Now I think we can play some more."
"Yeah, I was hoping to make it past paragraph three the first time," he said with a smile.
"I didn’t think we’d get past three myself," Ginny laughed. She bent to kiss him again, staying on top of him. They started again, giving each other as much pleasure as possible. Harry and Ginny talked softly, giggled, and kissed, moving in time to the other’s body. Now that the initial awkwardness had passed, they were a little more comfortable with each other. The second time satisfied both of them.
Ginny laid her head on Harry’s chest, her hands on his shoulders, resting. He kissed the top of her head. She yawned and snuggled against his body, feeling his muscles warming her bare, toned body. She lifted herself off enough to slide next to him letting him wrap her in his arms again. She relaxed and yawned again, snuggling closer still. A muffled, "I love you Harry Potter," escaped her lips as she fell asleep. He never heard her, he was asleep.
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Harry awoke the next morning to Ginny trying to stretch without waking him. He could hear Ron and Hermione in the kitchen making breakfast and joking with each other. Most likely laughing at him and Ginny he thought.
"Good morning," Harry moaned still more asleep than awake.
"No, great morning," Ginny giggled. She pulled his face closer to hers and kissed him soundly.
"I stand corrected," he laughed back, "great morning." He slid his hands down her body enjoying the feel of her soft smooth skin. She wiggled against him trying to get closer although that was nearly impossible. "Stop wiggling so much Gin," Harry pleaded.
"Why? I thought we might do some ‘wiggling’ this morning," Ginny teased. "Besides, after two times last night we barely got through most of paragraph four. Maybe now that we’ve rested we can get farther through," she continued to taunt him with a small smile.
"Grab the wands," they performed the contraceptive charm again and tossed the wands back on the nightstand.
Harry tickled her ribs getting her to squirm around and laugh some more. She slid underneath him pulling her legs up on either side of him. He bowed down and started kissing her. Soon he was nibbling her ears and eventually worked his way around to the rest of her body. She relaxed, losing herself in his touch. The third time was better than the second.
Ginny and Harry talked and laughed some more. It was almost eight, both were both pretty hungry, but neither wanted to get up from bed.
"Enough already get out here!" Ron yelled from the kitchen.
"Ron, stop it!" shrieked Hermione.
Ginny and Harry giggled together agreeing they should get up. Harry grabbed a set of sweats for himself and a set for Ginny from the dresser next to the bed. They dressed and went to the kitchen holding hands.
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"Blimey you two, I mean we know you’re in luuuuv but take a break," Ron pouted. "Hermione said I couldn’t eat until you were up and now the sausages are getting all cold."
"Ron, I said shut it," scolded Hermione. "Besides they get the first servings, they need their food after all the ‘extra’ activities…" her voice trailed off in a fit of giggles as she hugged Ron.
"Okay, okay," Harry muttered, "let’s eat." The four of them talked and laughed through breakfast. More than one joke was thrown out at Harry’s and Ginny’s expense.
"Where’s everyone else?" asked Harry noticing no other family members were around.
"They left early," Ron said his mouth full of pancakes. "Mum came in and said bye to me and ‘Mione. They figured if they left early it would be a bit easier on you two. Dad was really hung over. Mum wasn’t happy."
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Harry helped Ginny get her bag. Ginny rubbed more of Harry’s cologne into her favorite oversize jersey before packing it. She stepped into his arms allowing him to wrap her in a hug.
"I don’t want to go," she whined. "I want to stay."
"I know, but you need to go," Harry countered. "I’ll see you again soon. I love you Gin." He kissed her.
"Love you too Harry." She kissed him back. She grabbed the note that was the port key and was pulled by her navel back to Hogwarts.
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