The Boy Who Lived (hjpotter) wrote in riddikulus,
@ 2008-03-31 17:58:00

Who: Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley
When: Monday night at six
Where: No. 12, Grimmauld Place
What: Just call it...Their First Time.
Rating: R and above.
Status: Complete!

Harry shifted a bit. He had been sitting there on the fourth stair for about fifteen minutes, even though they had decided on six o'clock. But he had already checked everything for supper ten times, he had remade the bed twice to get all the linens and blankets folded back just perfectly, he had even fluffed each pillow on the living room sofa, as if that mattered, but it was something to do. It was like his body was stuffed full of bells, struck hard and vibrating. His hands were trembling, his ears were ringing, his mouth dry and tongue coated metallic.

He ran a hand over his newly shorn hair. Walking into the muggle barber shoppe in Camden, he was Harry Potter, with the shaggy black mane. Harry wanted out a different looking person altogether with his close-cropped hair; though his scar was on display for all to see, he barely recognised himself in the mirror without that cloud of dark hair. He looked like someone who could walk right through Diagon Alley without being stopped every two feet for an autograph, for a handshake, for applause and offers of free drinks and sweets and books and everyone, everyone seeing him and knowing him and touching him, as if he belonged to everyone and everyone's uncle, but not himself. Staring in the mirror at this newly shorn Harry, he didn't see the famous Harry Potter staring back. How would anyone else?

Would she like it? Would it turn her off? Would she take one look and disapparate right away from him?

I've been waiting for this for - and just because I walked out of the bloody Market and saw this place and I was so fed up about the stares and the attention - if she thinks its dodgy, I can always charm it back, right? I can do that, right? He used to without thinking of it when he was young -

A crack, the loud clap that signaled apparating. Harry practically leapt to the floor, wiping his sweaty palms on his cords and picked up the flowers he had bought her, running that hand over his head once more.

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hjpotter
2008-04-04 01:30 am UTC (link)

Harry swallowed pulling up to kiss her mouth. "You sure?" He knew he was ready: he could feel his pulse over every inch of himself, in all of the places he loved to be kissed - behind his ears, the base of his neck, below his bellybutton, between his legs. Had he ever felt so alive?

The Master of Death, feeling so alive he could spread across the whole world.

Harry pulled back the blankets and urged her to lie her head on the pillows. He grabbed the small bottle of clear liquid from the bedside table. "Do you - need to take that potion now?" he asked, quietly. "Or is it after." I really don't know how that works. I really don't want to. She said she had it covered -

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ginnyweasley
2008-04-04 01:43 am UTC (link)

"I take it after," Ginny smiled. "It's in my bag. Don't worry. We're okay." She sat up and took the bottle from Harry, putting a hand on his shoulder to kiss him gently. "Let me," she whispered, opening her palms and squeezing some of the liquid on her hands. "Are you ready?" Ginny asked him, her hands sliding down.

Was she ready? She felt ready. But...what if she sucked at this? Ginny so rarely failed at anything, what if she failed at this? What would he think? So many girls--hundreds, if not more--would kill to be here, if she was awful at this, what if he--

Ginny watched his face. "I love you," she said quietly. Maybe hundreds or more girls could do it better. But they couldn't love him like she did...right?

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hjpotter
2008-04-04 01:49 am UTC (link)

Harry's breath stuttered out of his mouth as she touched him. He stared at her, almost unable to see her, everything was growing cloudly with how he felt. And not just about the sex. About you, Ginny. About you. "I love you," he said, losing his fingers in her hair and his mouth against hers. "Ginevra - you make me feel - you make me feel alive. And that's so hard for me to feel anymore."

He laid her down as he kissed her, awkwardly fumbling to get the positioning right, to make it work, his hands feeling leaden and studpid as he tried to figure out how things went. "I'm ready," he exhaled, his mouth tightening as he got it right.

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ginnyweasley
2008-04-04 01:58 am UTC (link)

Ginny's eyes teared over: she made him feel...oh, Harry. The Master of Death, right? When would that stop hanging over him like a dark cloud, when would he feel light? Thousands of kisses, countless hands held, every night in a shared bed, whatever it took--Harry could feel alive with Ginny, but she felt whole with him.

She blanched, her hands balling into fists against his back. Okay, that kinda hurt. And now it was just uncomfortable, like stretching out a sweater that you had dried too small after the wash. Shifting her hips slightly, Ginny licked her lips and looked at him, trying to give him a reassuring smile. "How is it?" she asked in a hush.

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hjpotter
2008-04-04 02:04 am UTC (link)

Weird. Incredible. Perfect. Bizarre. Beyond. Everything. Nothing I had expected. Better than. Terrifying. Brilliant. Harry screwed up his concentration, trying to figure out what to do. His body was naturally doing one thing, but was that right? Was he copying movies, the way that the blokes there just rocked, or was that supposed to happen? Would she like that? He studied her, her tearing eyes, and panicked. "It hurts. Oh God, I can stop, I'll stop," he said quickly, pulling up.

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	ginnyweasley 2008-04-04 02:13 am UTC (link)
	"No!" Ginny yelped, grabbing him by the neck. "Don't you dare stop! I had a total girl moment thinking about how much I love you because you were such an arse and said the most romantic, incredible thing. How dare you be so lovely and sweet, Harry Potter," Ginny said firmly, poking him in the chest. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

hjpotter
2008-04-04 02:18 am UTC (link)

Harry burst into laughter, pressing down on top of her, pressing farther into her, crossing his arms over her chest. "Oh, well, heaven forbid that I try to be loving to my girlfriend. Nay, my lover. Nay! My fiancee, sodding bollocks to me!" He took one of her hands and slapped it over his in a scolding gesture. "Bad, Harry, bad! You cheeky, cheeky monkey, bad Harry!"

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ginnyweasley
2008-04-04 02:24 am UTC (link)

Involuntarily, Ginny's hips rose up to meet him; she didn't really feel much, it was still blunt thrusts, the kind that felt good to a boy but did little to nothing if not less than nothing for a girl, especially her first time. But still: they were laughing. Were you allowed to laugh? Weren't you supposed to make noises? He was, little grunt like things, but not like they did in the cinemas that she had seen. Laughing, not moaning.

"Hey! Stop that!" Ginny said primly, reaching up to take his face and pull it to her for a kiss. "No laughing during sex! This is serious business! It's right up there with your oh so important Ministry matters, Harry James. This? This is up there with brain Healing!" she blustered, before she dissolved into laughter again.

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hjpotter
2008-04-04 02:35 am UTC (link)

Harry snickered into her neck. "Brain Healing, that's exactly what I think of when I think about sex," he admitted with a laugh. He couldn't figure out: hands. Do they go above her shoulders? Under them? Should he brace himself by her chest, should he hold her and push in like that? He kept shifting his hands awkwardly, watching Ginny as he let out small noises, tremors of sound. Did he sound ridiculous? He couldn't help it -

He rocked against her, and a feeling began to snake through him, making his bones chilly with anticipation, the way the sand is exposed right before the crush of a wave.

There. Right there. His pelvis tilted just right, and her hips rose, and for a moment, her face -

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	ginnyweasley 2008-04-04 02:39 am UTC (link)
	Oh. Oh. So this was what the fuss was about. Ginny gasped and held tight to Harry, afraid to ruin it. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	hjpotter 2008-04-04 02:43 am UTC (link)
	Ginny didn't. Harry did. "Angel, I'm -" he managed, gripping at the sheets. This made him a terrible lover, didn't it. Sod it! (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

ginnyweasley
2008-04-04 02:48 am UTC (link)

She watched his face move from shock to panic to bliss in the course of a few seconds.

It took her a moment to move past her own feelings of bemusement, of not feeling anything that could match those faces and noises of his, the way he flopped down on top of her and panted, to realise--this was because of her.

Not too shabby.

And besides...Harry was so far inside of her heart...and for these past few minutes, he physically climbed his way near that place deep under her heart that had always been his property, even before he claimed it as his own.

She'd take that, for starters.

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hjpotter
2008-04-04 02:58 am UTC (link)

On one hand, Harry felt guilty because clearly this was better for him than it was her.

On the other hand - that was the most incredible physical feeling, better than Felix, better than - good God in heaven. I can't feel my feet.

Harry tried to get his breath back, sliding a kiss on her shoulder as he rolled with her into a cuddle, Ginny wrapping her arms around him as he laid on his back, their chests pressed together so close, her heart was echoing under his ribs. I have never felt so close to you. I want to feel that way all the time.

As soon as he got his breath and his energy - and the feeling in his feet - he was going to give her this same feeling, or the best he could do until he got better at the sex thing; he would kiss his way down her body like a deep sea diver in search of a treasure, bracing himself by holding her waist like he would found gold.

But not yet. Now, he could only concentrate on her heartbeat. Matching his breath to hers. Clumsily stroking her hair and breathing in that Ginny scent of flowers and rosed courage. The sweet smell of daffodils that was her heart. "Thank you," he murmured, pressing his lips against her cheekbone.

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ginnyweasley
2008-04-04 03:17 am UTC (link)

Ginny tried not to laugh as she looked at the worn-out Harry. How cute! His entire face was rubbered and soft, and she just wanted to stroke it and kiss it.

Later, he would pull on his boxers and Ginny would tuck the sheet around her body like a dress and they would have dinner in the kitchen, her legs in her lap as they giggled, feeing each other bites of the fondue meat and clinking their forks in small wars.

They would sit in front of the fire and watch some video of a movie Harry loved, Ginny curled in his arms, feeling warmer from being so near his skin than from the flames.

And they would return to the bed, her legs wrapped around his waist as he carried her up the stairs, and even though Harry had made sure that she got pleasure of her own after the first time and would after the second, she would feel something, the sparks of promise that one day, it would not be so bloody boring for her.

And afterwards, they would wind together like question marks that had been mollified into answers, kissing each other until they fell asleep in the bed that would be theirs for good very soon.

But for now, she just kissed him.

"Thank you," she said back and meeting his lips for a kiss that felt like it would never end.

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