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


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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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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-01 04:48 pm UTC (link)
Ginny had changed her outfit three times, which was rather loopy when you thought about it, since the whole point was to take off her bloody clothes in the first place. Her mum kept asking her what her problem was, waving her hand at Ginny's bouncing legs and the heaps of clothing on the floor. Smooth as gravel, Ginny fumbled through a lie about she and Demelza going to a concert in the city before retiring to the other girl's house for a sleepover. What fun! What gaity!

She couldn't believe her mother bought it.

After she apparated on the front step, she swallowed and took in a breath before opening the door and nearly startling to see Harry standing there already, and with flowers no less. Ginny ducked her head, blushing as she beamed at him. Now this...this was worth changing three times.

Then her eyes bugged out. "Harry! Your hair! Merlin's crooked balls, holy shite!" she gasped, rushing over to run her hands over his shorn head.

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[info]hjpotter
2008-04-02 01:11 pm UTC (link)
"Do you like it?" he asked, putting his free hand on her waist and gently rubbing that curve of her body; she was a series of curves, curves that Harry could so easily slip and lose himself in. His nose wrinkled as he sheepishly ducked his head, her hands feeling nothing like his as she rubbed over his hair. "I kind of did it on impulse. Do you like it?" he added, a touch nervously.

He held up the flowers, a bouquet of roses as red as her hair, tied with a ribbon that shimmered each colour of the rainbow. "These are for you," Harry added shyly, giving her waist another squeeze.

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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-02 01:41 pm UTC (link)
"I love it!" she laughed, the feel of his hair tickling her palms. She put her hands on either side of his face and kissed him deeply, curling her arm around his neck and layering herself on him, her shorter body matching slightly lower with his. Ginny had to stretch on her toes to kiss him full on his mouth, and she giggled, rubbing her nose against his. "I love it longer, too, but now? I can see your face. And I'm rather taken with it."

Her breath drew in gently as she accepted the roses. If Harry had a flashing light above his head spelling out, I Am Trying To Make This Very Romantic!, it would have been less obvious.

And she had never loved him more. "I love you--them, but--well, and them, but you," she said, slipping up and smiling with a touch of embarrassment as she rested her head on his shoulder.

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[info]hjpotter
2008-04-02 01:47 pm UTC (link)
She's nervous, Harry realised, looking at her red face. Ginny Weasley is nervous. She almost reminded him of when she was a little girl, that bashful thing that ducked away whenever he was near. "I love you. Not them - you," Harry told her with a smile, tracing a hand down her arm. He gently lifted her head and cradled her face, kissing her sweetly, lightly, before slowly opening his lips and stroking her tongue with his own. This, he knew. This, Harry could do. That thing with beds and lovers - that, he wasn't sure, but this he could do.

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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-02 02:02 pm UTC (link)
Ginny held tighter to him, biting his lower lip. It was funny: she was thinking of exactly that, being eleven and seeing Harry and shrinking away. Stupid Ginny, she thought she had lost that side of her. Stupid Ginny indeed. Somehow, she smiled as they snogged, running a hand over his head again. His hair was like a meadow of soft bristles, so gentle to the touch. She couldn't help but touch it over and over.

She shivered slightly, drawing back and looking into his eyes, the large emeralds set there in the middle of his face. "Hi," she whispered.

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[info]hjpotter
2008-04-02 02:46 pm UTC (link)
"Hi," Harry laughed, hugging her happily. He took her free hand in his and swung them back and forth. "So - did you want to go and eat? Tonks thinks I was being super nice by having Kreacher go over to their place to clean and make dinner tonight but really, I just wanted him out of here," he admitted with a wink. "So, I'm making us supper. I thought a fondue would be fun. Potential wars with the forks," he said, a touch proudly. "That sound good?"

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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-02 02:54 pm UTC (link)
Ginny let go of his hand and balled it in the front of his shirt. She kissed him intensely, almost losing her balance, holding tight to his shoulder and squeezing the roses so tight, she was certain that she would draw blood. "Why don't we have dessert first," she whispered, tracing his bottom lip with her tongue.

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[info]hjpotter
2008-04-02 05:39 pm UTC (link)
"It's true what they say: you are a particularily brilliant witch," Harry grinned, and in a fluid motion, scooped the petite girl into his arms, turning and slowly making his way up the steps towards the master bedroom that he and Kreacher were slowly revamping into his own. He knew that Sirius hated this place - but he couldn't leave. It was the headquarters of The Order of the Phoenix once, and when he ran his hands along the walls, he could almost feel the power of the place. He could picture Dumbledore at the table, talking with Sirius and Remus and the Weasleys and Kingsley and even Snape, Tonks with shockingly pink hair or a violent violet. Just like once, decades before, his parents had had those kinds of meetings. He couldn't leave. Not now.

Besides: Kreacher had already gotten down the portrait of Mrs. Black and now had it propped reverently in his hole. Harry would remake this place over, into one that would welcome the new millenium. A new life. A new family: he looked at the laughing Ginny in his arms and grinned. He'd make this the kind of house Sirius never had.

Harry raised his eyebrow knowingly. "I'd like to inform you, Miss Weasley, that I alone made the bed. Hospital corners, plump pillows, all of it. If you need a moment to genuflect at my incredible skills, I will understand," he said grandly.

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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-02 06:03 pm UTC (link)
"Oh yes, what a miracle, Harry did housework," Ginny said in an amazed tone, bopping him over the head with the flowers. "What next, would you like an Order from the Minister for doing the dishes? Or perhaps the Muggle Queen can give you knightgood for your bravery in actually taking a mop to the floors," she suggested, her eyes wide. "No wonder you're The Chosen One!"

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[info]hjpotter
2008-04-02 06:09 pm UTC (link)
He stared at her for a moment, hopping up the last stair to the first floor and then laughing. "You mean a knighthood? Well, yes, that would be brills, but I don't need it. Just a few tracts of land and I'll be fine," he said breezily.

Harry clucked his tongue. "Is that sarcasm?" Harry gasped, heading to the end of the hall and into the grand master suite. "Is that you giving me cheek, Ginevra? Are you being a cheeky monkey there, angelface? You would give sass to The Saviour himself?"

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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-02 06:26 pm UTC (link)
Harry set Ginny down next to the bed. She tossed the roses on the settee and grabbed the front of his shirt again, roughly pulling him to her.

She grinned. "Yes."

Ginny fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Harry on top of her. And it all was so familiar at first: kissing and kissing, his hands slipping up her shirt, hers winding around his torso and running up and down his back. His hands undoing her bra. Her hands unbuckling his belt. Just like they were back at Hogwarts in his bed. Boring. The same thing over and over. Only a few people knew about Ginny and Harry in the Room of Requirement, one of the few places he was willing to go a bit farther. She had only hinted about what they had done, and only a few times, less then she could count on one hand. She had seen him naked, touched him...more than that. In a little way? This was deja vu, but she knew at some point, it would stop being familiar.

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[info]hjpotter
2008-04-02 06:39 pm UTC (link)
Let it be said now: that book the twins had given Ron was actually quite helpful. Harry had knicked it, reading one night instead of sleeping. From it, he learned these facts:

1) It could be quite painful for a girl her first time, unless she had already stretched the - well, this thing that girls have, but Ginny was quite athletic, which the book promised boded well for it not hurting all that much.

2) The importance of lubrication. Which sounded so perverted, Harry literally shuddered. But he wrote it down on a scrap of parchment nonetheless, mentally noting to go to a Boots once he returned to London.

3) Sex wasn't something that you could just do. You had to have patience, ease into it. There was a whole chapter devoted to foreplay, which Harry rather thought could be relabeled as "My Relationship Up Until Now."

From such an informative read, he was going to be patient and not rush into things - and use - that stuff. It sounds like we're going to change the oil, not have sex. Lubrication. Could it lose any more romance? He wound his hands in her hair and kissed her, letting her slide his pants down; he kicked them to the ground and sighed against her neck, tracing his initials with his tongue on her skin as he slipped a hand down to undo the fly on her jeans.

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[info]ginnyweasley
2008-04-04 01:15 am UTC (link)
Ginny arched her neck, her bare legs tangling with his, as his mouth moved slowly around her chest, his hands gentle and urging on her breasts. It was so strange, his short hair! Usually she would run her hands though his hair and tug slightly, like she was trying to hold on from flying away as she began to buzz with want and delight. But did it really matter, really, to try to hold on to any self-control? They didn't have to! This was going to lead to something!

She clutched at his shoulders. "Harry...I'm ready," she gasped, biting hard on her lower lip. She had been waiting for Merlin knows how long: she was sodding ready.

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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.

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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.

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[info]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!

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[info]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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[info]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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[info]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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