As they arrived back at headquarters, Mrs. Weasley came running down the stairs. She was beside herself with happiness… almost as much as she had been earlier with fear.
“Oh Ginny dear! Are you alright? I’ve been so worried!” She said gathering her daughter into her arms and holding on as if her life depended on it.
Harry and Ron and the handful of Order members that had returned to headquarter edged around them and entered the kitchen to give them a few moments alone.
Mrs. Weasley held her daughter at arm’s length looking her over. When she was finally satisfied that she was completely intact she sent her straight upstairs to shower and get into bed. She told her that Madame Pomfrey would be coming up to give her a potion for dreamless sleep, so she could rest tonight.
As Ginny slowly climbed the stairs her mum called after her, “Are you hungry dear? Would you like me to bring you up a tray?” Ginny answered as she yawned, “No thanks mum, I’m just tired…see you in the morning.”
As Ginny got to the top of the stairs she peeked in Hermione’s room. Sure enough, she was fast asleep. She also found Draco two doors down also in a deep sleep.
It still seemed unbelievable to her that he had tried to help them. After all, he had spent the last 7 years trying his best to make them all miserable. How could he have changed so much so fast?
She quietly pulled his door shut again and proceeded to the bathroom. As she stepped into the shower and the hot water rushed over her body, she let all of her fear and emotions take over her as she finally broke down in tears.
She stood there crying for a long time, as the past week’s events seemed to slowly wash away. It was a relaxing her, as if her tears were a valve…slowly releasing all of her stress.
After she showered, she went to her room and got into her nightgown. She and Hermione would normally share a room, but it was decided that after everything they had been through, they needed the peace and quiet that only a room to themselves could provide.
Professor Dumbledore had used a charm to add extra rooms to the house to allow for Hermione, Ginny and Draco to have just that. As she slid into her bed she began to feel sleepy.
Ginny didn’t think she really needed the potion, but she knew her mother wouldn’t agree, so she lay propped up against the pillows of her four-poster and waited for Madame Pomfrey to arrive.
Downstairs in the kitchen, the group that had gathered was going over the night’s events.
Harry and Ron left out a few details of Ginny’s experience with Lucious…they thought it would be kinder to Mrs. Weasley if they did.
At one point, Ron mentioned something about checking on Hermione, but his mother put the breaks to that idea.
“Leave her be Ron. She’s been through a terrible ordeal and what she needs right now is sleep. You can see her in the morning.”
Reluctantly he agreed. He knew that his mother was probably right, but he was disappointed that Madame Pomfrey had given her the sleeping potion before he could return home and say goodnight.
It was now after one o’clock in the morning and everyone was looking worn out. Most of the Order members said their farewells and had left for the night. It was down to basically the Weasley’s, Madame Pomfrey and Harry at that point.
Mrs. Weasley told her children and Harry to go up to bed. She said that Madame Pomfrey was going to bring a sleeping draught up for Ginny, but she would need to go to Hogwarts to get more.
They hadn’t expected Draco to show up at headquarters with Hermione and they only had enough prepared for two. Mrs. Weasley was going to wait up for her, then send her up when she arrived before going to bed herself.
As Harry and the others climbed the stairs Harry could think of nothing but Ginny. He considered what Mrs. Weasley had said to Ron. He knew he probably shouldn’t disturb her, but he just had to see her before he went to sleep.
He told himself that he wouldn’t stay long, he just wanted to say goodnight. Actually, what he needed was to see for himself that she was really okay.
As the rest of the Weasley family dispersed to their rooms, Harry told Ron to go on and that he’d be there in a minute, as he opened the door to the bathroom.
Ron sleepily nodded and went into the room that he and Harry shared and fell onto his bed without bothering to undress. Harry waited quietly for a few minutes in the bathroom, then when the all fell silent he slowly opened the door and peered into the hall.
It was clear and he began quietly making his way down the hallway.
As Ginny was lying there waiting for the nurse, she heard a small knock at the door.
“Come in, Madame Pomfrey.”
As the door opened she saw that it wasn’t Madame Pomfrey at all. It was Harry… and he looked pale and exhausted. They didn’t speak as he closed the door behind him.
She smiled sleepily and held her hand out to him as he crossed the room towards her. He took her hand and sat on the edge of her bed as he lifted her hand to kiss her palm.
He then laid her hand against his cheek, drinking in the warmth of her touch as he gazed silently at her. Unable to wait any longer, he reached for her… sliding his arms around her waist and pulling her gently to him.
Silently they held each other, as Harry felt her heartbeat quicken with his. He pulled back from their embrace and slowly moved his lips within inches of hers.
His focus was locked on her as he looked longingly into her eyes. He slowly closed the gap between them as he leaned into her with a gentle kiss. More rapidly than expected, their kisses became deep and desperate.
She quietly moaned with pleasure as she parted her lips, accepting his probing tongue. In an instant, they were completely lost in each other as their passion pushed all thoughts of reason or consequences out of their minds.
Harry’s hands were moving freely over her body…this time she made no attempt to slow his progression as she had in the past.
Instead she moved her hands around to his back and slid them hungrily up under his shirt. Her hands against his warm skin felt incredible as she pulled him on top of her. She could feel the muscles of his back moving as they continued to enjoy each other’s bodies.
He had slipped the strap of her nightgown off her shoulder and was kissing her body. She shuddered as he slowly progressed to her breast.
He stopped briefly and looked at her as if asking if it was okay. In a silent response, she gently placed her hands on the back of his head and pulled him back to her body.
Things were progressing rapidly. It wasn’t until they heard footsteps on the stairs, that they suddenly fell crashing back to reality and broke apart with a start.
They still hadn’t said a word to each other. They didn’t need words. Looking towards the door, Harry quickly kissed her one last time and with a pop, he was gone.
Ginny was left breathless, disheveled, and flushed.
Harry apparated to his room. Looking around he saw that Ron was already in his bed sleeping. He was a bit relieved because he felt sure that if anyone saw him at that moment, they’d know where he’d been and why.
As he stood leaning against the door, Harry closed his eyes and exhaled slowly trying to calm his breathing and his body. His heart was pounding.
That had been one of the most intense experiences that he and Ginny had ever shared and he hadn’t wanted it to end. The intensity of it all had made him even more excited and it was taking him a minute to recover.
He ached for her…It felt as though he was somehow reclaiming her from her kidnappers. He began to think of how much he loved Ginny…and as he stood there… he wanted desperately to have her.
He moved quietly to his bed and undressed. Sliding into the sheets he lay awake thinking of what they had almost done.
He thought of Ginny’s body, and how it had reacted to his touch. She had wanted him too…he was sure of it.
As he heard the nurse enter Ginny’s room, he knew that they would have to wait. This was not the place for something that intimate.
They needed to be alone…truly alone…and soon.
As he finally drifted off to sleep, dreams of Ginny filled his night until he could see her once again in the morning.
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