wl_mods (wl_mods) wrote in wizard_love, @ 2011-02-21 02:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | *fic, 2011, draco, ginny, harry |
Special delivery for rosamondandcats
Title: Making Sure
Author/Artist:
Recipient's LJ name: rosamondandcats
Pairing(s): Harry/Ginny with a smidge of Draco/Ginny
Rating: R
Summary: Harry and Ginny meet post-divorce to see where things were and where they will go.
Word Count: 1725
Warnings/Content: No fluffy happy ending with sunshine and rainbows.
Disclaimer: Characters not mine. Standard disclaimers apply.
Author's/Artist's notes: Thank you to my lovely betas for pulling through for me despite the short notice.
Harry nervously tapped his foot as he glanced at his watch for what seemed to be the hundredth time in the past ten minutes. He wasn’t sure why he agreed to this meeting. Even Hermione had told him it was a bad idea--and Hermione was always right.
He looked around his apartment once again to see if there was anything else that he could tidy up, not because he cared so much about how she saw him, but to give his hands something to do. Hermione’s voice came flooding back into his head, “Harry, if you must meet Ginny, then do it in public. What if you two end up fighting like you used to? You know how quick she is to draw her wand.”
That was the exact reason Harry had insisted they meet at his place. In case Ginny did hex him, he wanted it to be in the privacy of his own home. He could have Hermione heal him later without the whole Wizarding world knowing he had been hexed by his ex-wife.
He was about to go pour himself a drink when the fireplace lit up and Ginny appeared.
“Good to know you haven’t blocked me,” she said in greeting, running her fingers through her long red hair. “I was half afraid I would hit a wall and have to go to St. Mungo’s.”
“No, I wouldn’t do that to you,” Harry answered as he took her cloak. Like an old habit, his eyes traveled down her figure, drinking in her form-fitting jeans and the dip in her simple v-neck jumper. “You look good, Ginny.”
Ginny looked around their old flat before giving Harry a one-over. “And you haven’t changed a bit, Harry,” she said with a small smile. “Still the same old jeans, button down, and messy hair.”
Harry smiled sheepishly and ran his fingers through his hair. “I bought a couple of jumpers but--,” he abruptly stopped himself before he reached a subject that would certainly set Ginny off--Hermione said she liked the way I dress--and lamely finished, “I didn’t think I could pull them off.”
“Oh, Harry,” Ginny lightly admonished, oblivious to his pause. She sat down on the love seat and gave him a small smile. “You just have to find the right color and make sure it’s not too tight. It’s really not that hard.”
“If you say so, Ginny,” he answered noncommittally, catching a whiff of her cool but spicy--Spicy? That’s new.--perfume as he headed to the bar to get them drinks. He took this chance to take a closer look at her. She was still the Ginny that he remembered, but there was just something off about her. Her hair was a little longer, a little shinier. She sat a little straighter. Her makeup was a little darker. She smiled a little wider. Her clothes were a little tighter. There was just something different about her.
“Do you still take your gin straight up?” he asked as he picked up the bottle, remembering she never liked Firewhisky.
“No, I like it dirty. With the olives,” came her reply.
He couldn’t stop his response. “Since when?” he automatically asked.
Ginny cringed slightly as she fibbed, “I don’t know. Just something I’ve gotten into lately.”
Placing the olives in her drink, Harry gave her a critical eye as he handed her the drink. “What else have you gotten into lately?” he asked, well-informed of the rumors that had been going around about her.
Ginny took a sip of her martini before answering, “You know full well, Harry. You’ve always known full well--even if you don’t read the papers,” she said pointedly.
Harry chose to ignore the pointed barb that he knew that was directed towards Hermione. “Even so, Ginny, you’re the one that requested the meeting today,” he said, as he sat down next to her.
“True,” Ginny answered, clearing her throat after another a sip of her martini.
“Well?” Harry prompted, actively ignoring how their knees touched as they both sat on the love seat.
Ginny cleared her throat and reached into her pocket. “I’m engaged to Draco,” she said, putting the contents of her pocket on the table. “Since this was Lily’s ring, and the divorce has been finalized, I think you should get it back.”
Harry was flabbergasted for a moment before he picked up his mother’s ring. Sirius had given it to him right before his seventh year, and after the war, he had put it on Ginny’s finger without a second thought. Aside from Hermione, she was the only girl that has been there for him throughout everything. Harry looked up from the ring to study the woman in front of him. “You’ve changed,” he answered, putting the ring back down. He didn’t understand what was different--why she would have Draco now but not him. “What happened? You’re different.”
Ginny gave him a puzzled look. “I don’t see what you mean.”
“It’s nothing specific, but still, there’s something...” He frowned and raked his hand through his hair. “Your eyes sparkle and your cheeks are brighter,” he tried to explain, running his fingers down her cheek.
His hands moved to her neck. “You hold yourself higher; you are more confident,” he murmured. His hand traveled south and barely grazed against her breast before resting on her waist, “You seem happier,” he finished.
If Ginny felt his touch repugnant, she gave no indication. Instead, she shifted closer towards Harry. “I am happier,” she answered honestly.
“Why couldn’t you have been this happy with me?” Harry asked wistfully.
Ginny hesitated before answering, “Because you didn’t reciprocate.”
Harry frowned. “What do you mean?” he asked.
“You always made me doubt,” Ginny answered. “I never felt beautiful around you. I never felt like I could be sexy enough.”
“That’s bloody ridiculous,” Harry answered with a laugh. “I always thought you were hot.”
“Yeah?” Ginny asked, with a challenge in her voice. After only a second of hesitation she pulled off her shirt to reveal her creamy white breasts held up by a dark green lacy bra. “What do you think now?”
Harry gulped and mentally ordered his hands to stay away. “I think you look... beyond hot. Incredible,” he answered.
Ginny scoffed. “I wore this ensemble to bed a week before I presented you with the divorce papers. You didn’t even notice. That’s when I knew it was over.”
Harry searched his mind but could not honestly remember neither the ensemble nor when he had seen Ginny look so alluring before. “I don’t think it’s the lingerie, Ginny. There’s just something about you,” he murmured as he moved a lock of her hair past her shoulders. He unconsciously moved closer and pressed a kiss onto her neck.
Unfortunately, Harry was preoccupied with her shoulder bone and didn’t see her eyes flash in rebellion. “Well, Harry, did you ever take time to notice these?” she asked, slipping off her bra.
Wide-eyed, Harry gulped before greedily taking nipple into his mouth and the other between his fingers. As he leaned into her, she fell back onto the couch. “I thought I did,” Harry answered, switching sides.
Ginny bit back a moan as one of her nipples caught in between Harry’s teeth. “But you didn’t,” she grunted as she forced open Harry’s belt buckle. If she pulled a little too tight and if his skin pinched, neither of them mentioned it.
Between the two of them they made quick work of both their pants and their underwear. Harry’s hands skimmed her thighs before they firmly cupped her bottom. Ginny’s hands went straight to Harry’s center and stroked it steadily.
With a growl, Harry removed her hands and paused just a moment before entering into her.
Both of them gasped and called eagerly to various deities as they each adjusted to fit each other.
Harry groaned and arched into Ginny. “Why couldn’t it have been like this before?” he murmured.
Ginny angled them so she was on top of the two. “We had too much in between us,” she gasped out, as she started moving.
Harry opened his mouth to dispute when he realized it was true--Hermione, Ron, Cho, Colin, Luna, Neville, Draco, the Chamber of Secrets, Tom Riddle,... they were too close. So instead, Harry moved a little bit slower, a little bit harder into Ginny.
The past unreleased passion and anger seemed to come to boil in between them. Panting, they both pushed into each other, each trying to get some kind of hidden message across.
As reluctant as she was, or maybe because she was reluctant, Ginny found herself giving in and burying herself into Harry’s messy hair before letting go. Harry quickly followed, emptying himself into her.
After an awkward moment where they shared weak smiles before separating, Harry murmured, “What’s different about you, Gin?” He pulled her towards him and settled into the loveseat.
“Ironically, Harry, it’s not me, it’s you. Like I said, it wasn’t the first time you’ve seen this lingerie,” Ginny said as she pulled away from him. She easily stood up and put on her jeans again. “Aside from giving you the ring back today, I wanted to make sure. I wanted to be sure that I wasn’t delusional and that we really were just what we were--nothing special, just old. I’ve realized what it’s like to be truly loved. To be the number one in someone else’s life. And to make someone else the number one in my life. If that’s happiness, so be it.”
Harry sighed heavily as he studied the girl in front of him that was putting on her shirt. “I’m sorry, I didn’t notice the lingerie, Gin. I’ve never been good at noticing stuff like that. It’s just... Isn’t it about more than the lingerie?”
She gave him a sad smile as she fastened the buckle on her cloak. “Damn, right, Harry. It’s not the lingerie. It’s about love. It’s about chemistry. It’s about how you feel about the other person. And that is how I know we’ll never be,’ she bit out, before turning on her heel and marching out the door.
Only then did Harry realize that not once did they kiss, nor did he even try to.