InsaneJournal

Who: Harry and Ginny
When: Backdated to Tuesday evening, April 27
Where: Room of Requirement
Rating: R
Status: Complete log


Ginny was having a rough day of things. The match on Saturday hadn't done anything to help her nerves about the Quidditch finals coming up. Ravenclaw and Slytherin had both played completely brilliantly and she wasn't sure the extra time on the pitch she'd been sneaking in any spare moment she had was going to be enough to help. On top of that, end of term was coming around faster than she would've really liked and that meant the mountains of work that usually accompanied. She just needed a while to not have to think about anything. And the only person she could figure to help that was Harry. Part of her felt vaguely guilty for pulling him away from his own work and studying for NEWTs and all, but she figured he could use a break as well. Besides, she had given him the chance to say no. She'd asked if he was too swamped for a break. But he'd been on board and so she was on her way to the Room of Requirement after dropping her bag off in her room.

She'd been out on the pitch before leaving him the note and her hair was still vaguely damp from the shower. She left it down despite her urge to pull it back into her usual high ponytail, mostly because she knew Harry liked it down. It was also the reason she'd bothered to pull her uniform stockings back on after getting changed out of her Quidditch gear. Most of the time she would've just forgotten them, but after the conversation last week, she was a little more conscious of them.

The redhead reached the corridor with the tapestry first and let out a small sigh as she leaned against the bare patch of wall where the door would appear once they'd asked for a room. She glanced down the hall for any sign of Harry.

Harry was dying for a break. He's been working on assignments nonstop since he'd finished supper and he felt a bit like if he didn't take advantage of Ginny's invitation, his brain might explode. So after he'd signed off in the journals, he'd run upstairs to put his things away and take a lightning-quick shower before heading down to meet Ginny outside the Room of Requirement.

"Hey," he greeted her as he approached, smiling and leaning in for a soft kiss. "How're you?"

Ginny returned the sweet kiss and gave him a sort of half smile. "Better now." She offered with a shrug. "I'm feeling a little...overwhelmed. Needed a bleeding break before I went completely bonkers." She admitted, stepping a bit closer to him and wrapping her arms around his waist as she leaned her head on his chest, just for a brief moment. "Thanks for putting up with me." She said softly, looking up at him with a bit of a guilty smile.

"What're boyfriends for?" Harry replied teasingly, curling an arm around her and combing his fingers softly through her hair. He stole another kiss before drawing back slightly. "C'mon. Let's get inside and relax, hm?"

The redhead gave a nod as she took the liberty of pacing back and forth, thinking about their usual hideaway as she did so. The door appeared and she reached for his hand to pull him inside, knowing that no one would be able to find them until they came back out and finding quite a bit of peace of mind at that thought. The fireplace was already lit and there was a large squishy couch in front of it. The usual things around the room and the bed tucked in the corner. Ginny's eyes flickered over, remembering the last time they'd snuck away after a journal conversation and her cheeks tinted red a little. "Have I mentioned lately what a brilliant boyfriend you are?" She asked as she took a seat on the couch, pulling her legs up with her and trying to be at least a little mindful of her skirt.

"Might've done," Harry replied, sitting next to her on the sofa and draping an arm across the back so he could reach over to finger a bit of Ginny's hair. "Have I mentioned lately how lucky I am to have such an amazing girlfriend?"

"Might've done." She echoed his response giving him a teasing grin. Leaning into his arm she let out a sigh. "This is at least twenty million times better than the Defense essay that I have due later this week." She murmured as she shifted up to give him a peck on the cheek.

"Same for the potions essay," Harry agreed, turning his head to capture her lips. He wasn't going to let her get away with just a peck on the cheek. His fingers curled gently into her hair, against the side of her neck, and he gave her a smile when he finally drew back. "Let's not talk about school."

Ginny smiled against his lips as the kiss took her by surprise. When he eventually pulled away she was left with that vaguely lightheaded feeling that he had a tendency to induce. "That sounds fair enough." She agreed, stealing another kiss. One hand moved to his knee as she leaned into him just a little, deepening the kiss.

Harry grinned into her lips and slid his hand around to cup the back of her neck as they kissed. Slowly, his other hand crept over to her leg, resting on her knee so his thumb could brush slowly over the skin peeking out just over the top of her stocking. He was so glad she'd worn them again. Maybe, in addition to the "no trousers, no shirts" rule at his flat, they could issue a "stockings only" rule.

This had definitely been the best idea she'd had all week. Yes, it was only Tuesday; that detail was less important. Harry had such a way of making her forget most of her worries and concerns, just by the way he kissed her or the way his hands brushed over her bare skin. One hand still on his knee, the other found his shoulder, grasping it for support as she shifted a little on the couch, settling into a bit more comfortable of a position.

Harry bravely slid his hand further up Ginny's leg, slipping just beneath the hem of her skirt. He didn't go any higher than that, content to just pet the skin he found there for a moment while he drew back to brush their noses together. "Weasley," he murmured. "...Did you lure me here for a shag?" he asked, giving her a brief, teasing kiss before drawing back again.

Ginny gave a small shiver against his light touch on her upper thigh, smiling at the sensation. "Who? Me?" She asked him, putting on her best innocent face and wrinkling her nose a little as she brushed it against his. "Must have me confused with someone else."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I must have been thinking about the other gorgeous ginger I'm shagging," Harry mused, lowering his head to kiss the side of her neck. "Well, then, I'm afraid you're going to have to run along. I don't want her to find out about you."

"Is that right?" She asked with a laugh. "I'm pretty sure I can take her, whoever this mystery ginger is." His lips brushed the sensitive spot on her neck and she felt her breath catch in her throat. "And if you think," She breathed, her eyes falling closed, "That I'm going anywhere with you doing that," She paused to catch her breath and smiled. "You're bleeding mental."

Harry chuckled lowly, brushing another kiss over the same spot on her neck before letting his lips climb up to find her ear, nibbling gently on the lobe. "I suppose you could stay," he murmured. "I'll just pencil that other bird in for later."

Ginny sighed a soft moan of approval as his lips trailed over her skin. Merlin, he was bloody good at that. "No. That won't do." She managed softly, her head tilted to give him better access, "For one, I plan to keep you occupied for a while." She gave him a sort of wicked grin. "And for two, I'm completely dreadful at sharing."

"I suppose that makes sense," Harry mused, smiling against her skin as he once again searched out that spot on her neck. "You are the youngest of seven and the only girl. Don't suppose your brothers were much interested in playing with your toys."

"Not quite, no." She smiled. "And I got skilled in making them regret it if they did." Before she could explain though, his lips once again swept over the spot and she bit back another moan. She gave his shoulder a soft squeeze and trailed her other hand along his thigh.

Harry closed his eyes and worked over the spot, gently dragging his teeth over her skin before closing his mouth over it to kiss and suckle. It probably wasn't the best spot for a lovebite, but he wasn't exactly thinking of anything at the moment but the way Ginny tasted and her hands touching him.

Her fingers curled against his thigh as a warm heat pooled low in her stomach. She inhaled sharply before letting out a soft wanton whine. Gods he was trying to drive her mental. And he was doing an ace job of it. The soft caress of his lips and tongue intermittent with playful nips was skillful and effective. She moaned again, clutching the material of his pants in her hand as she bit down on her lower lip.

Ginny's noises were doing nothing short of driving Harry mad. Eventually, he just couldn't take it anymore and he had to lift his head from her neck to kiss her properly, deeply, on the mouth. His fingers sunk deep into her hair and his other hand once again slid under her skirt, palming her thigh until the tips of his fingers brushed her underwear.

She couldn't help but give into the kiss, welcoming his lips on hers with a soft sigh of approval. Her hand relaxed its grip of his slacks and gave another gentle rub of his thigh as his hand crept higher on hers. Her mind was completely blank except for the thought of how perfectly his lips fit against her own and how gently his fingers brushed against her skin. "Mmm, Harry." She murmured against his lips, shifting encouragingly in his exploring hand.

"Gin," Harry moaned softly, deepening the kiss for a moment before reluctantly drawing back. "Ought to... move to the bed, yeah?" he whispered, a bit breathless. He really didn't want to move, but it'd be better for them in the long run.

"Yeah...Yeah." She breathed softly. She leaned in and kissed him briefly, though soundly before reluctantly moving to stand up. Her knees were still a little shaky, but she managed. Her breathing was heavy, hair mussed from being played with and her lips tugged into a mischeivious smile as she reached for his hand, giving him a gentle pull.

Harry climbed to his feet and wrapped himself around Ginny before they could even take a step, kissing the mark he'd made on the side of her neck. "...You'll have to cover that up," he murmured. "Ron'll kill me if he sees that."

"Hmm, I was thinking I'd leave it and let the whole school discuss it. Maybe send a picture of it to Rita Skeeter, let her do an exclusive article." Ginny teased, sliding her arms around his waist. "It'd serve you right teasing me like that, Potter."

"It's only teasing if I don't plan on following through," Harry argued, wrapping his arm securely around her and starting them shuffling toward the bed. "And I definitely plan on following through."

The redhead let out a sort of laugh and followed his lead to the large bed in the corner of the room. "In that case, I'd be obliged to cover it up." She bit her lip just slightly as the back of her knees hit the mattress. Leaning up on her tippytoes, she stole a kiss. "Can't have you dead if your going to be following through and all." She murmured softly.

"Course I'll follow through," Harry promised her, sliding his hand up beneath her shirt to splay his fingers across the small of her back. "Always. Love you, you know?"

His fingers were cool against her warm back and lit her skin into goosebumps as his hand stretched out. "Love you too." She half-whispered. Her own fingers moved to the buttons on her uniform blouse, her necktie already hanging loosely and slightly off-kilter. Slowly, with clumsy fingers, she undid the buttons and exposed her bare skin and cream coloured bra.

Harry swallowed thickly and slowly reached up to nudge her shirt off her shoulders, tossing it aside. His fingers trailed down her neck, following the top edge of her bra for a moment before he reached for his own shirt. It was mad how nervous he was after they'd already been here, they'd already done this together. His fingers still shook as he unbuttoned his shirt and tugged his tie loose, pulling both off.

Ginny undid her own tie and let it drop to the floor. Her hands reached up and grasped his now bare shoulders, pressing her body against his as she kissed him softly. She'd seen his hands shaking a little and wanted to calm his nerves down, even just a little. She let her hands slip down the front of his chest to the waist of his pants. Her slender fingers made quick work of the button and zipper, nudging the garment from his hips.

Harry reached for Ginny's skirt in silent reply, kissing her back as he worked down the zip and let the skirt slip to the floor. He toed off his shoes without separating from the kiss, kicking them and his trousers away, wrapping his arms around her.

Ginny let out a desperate whine as her skirt dropped to the floor. The heat coiled in her lower stomach and her fingers curled against the skin of his waist. One hand reached behind her own back to take care of her bra clasp so he wouldn't have to bother, with a flick of practiced fingers, the elastic gave and the straps loosened on her shoulder.

Harry didn't pull it away yet, too focused on their kiss, the way their mouths moved together perfectly, the way she tasted just right. His fingers curled against her back and the other hand traveled up her back and into her hair.

If she could simply snog Harry for the rest of her natural life, coming up only when absolutely necessary for air, Ginny would be perfectly content. Everything about it was completely perfect and Ginny couldn't imagine herself kissing anyone else for as long as she lived. Somewhere in her mind, a rational voice was trying to tell her that most people didn't find their soul-mate at 10 years old, but it was a little hard to pay attention to that voice when his fingers tangled in her hair. Besides, she was sure this was it. This was who she was meant to be snogging for the rest of her natural life. She took a half a step closer, needing to be rid of any space that might've remained between them.

There wasn't much space left to close, but Harry pulled Ginny tighter against his chest, deepening the kiss and moaning quietly. She felt so good pressed against him like that, and he couldn't stop his hips from canting forward into hers.

The redhead gasped slightly as she was pressed into his chest, her teeth tugging gently on his bottom lip. Still on her tippy-toes, she reached a hand up to his broad shoulders, trying to keep her balance. The feel of his bare chest against hers was enough to excite her skin, giving her a vaguely tingling feeling all over her body. She hummed into his mouth, her kiss growing with desperation.

Harry's hands slid down her body, fingers hooking into the elastic waist of her underwear and slowly pushing the garment down. As soon as it could slide down her legs on its own accord, he pushed off his own boxers and wrapped his arms back around her to lower her carefully to the bed.

Ginny gave him a shy breathless smile as she laid back on the bed. One stockinged leg moved to gently hook around his, keeping him good and close. She knew it was a little silly to be as nervous as she was, considering...but she couldn't help it. It was an excited sort of nervous though as she draped her arms around his shoulders.

Harry drew back once they were settled to look Ginny in the eye, giving her a small smile. "I love you," he whispered, his fingers giving her cheek a fond stroke.

She could feel her cheeks growing red under his touch and smiled widely. He'd said it about a thousand times a day and every time she heard it, she still had the same reaction. Her heart jumped just a bit, her lips pulled into a ridiculous smile and her cheeks flushed. "I love you too, Harry." She whispered back. She didn't think she could ever get tired of hearing it or saying it.

Harry's smile grew and he leaned in to reconnect their lips, losing himself in her.