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Do you want me? - H/G - PG-13
Title: Do you want me?
Author:shocfix
Pairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Happy Christmasvelvethope and lightening_scar!
Do you want me?
****
Ginny marched boldly through the lounge, where Ron and Hermione, well, lounged, apparently trying to eat each others’ faces, and out the back door.
“Bastards,” she hissed back at them. They were supposed to be Harry’s best friends, and not only had they got together at his eighteenth birthday party, but they should have realised that he was outside now, and not likely to come back into the house while they were crawling all over each other like that. She’d certainly not forget where Ron had had his hands in a hurry.
Well, now it was her birthday – she checked her watch – yes, for another hour. And she had decided what she wanted for her birthday. Harry.
She stood in the dark, cocking her head, listening for anything out of the ordinary. “Splunk.” She raised her eyebrows. Well, he was throwing something in the pond, and as she couldn’t hope for it to be Ron’s most prized possessions, she hurried down the path through the trees.
It was just a couple of days past the full moon, and the moonlight was bright down at the pond. There he was, sitting on the bank, with his knees pulled up under his chin. He scrabbled in the earth for another stone and threw it into the water. It fell, not with a boyish series of skips across the surface, but another grumpy “splunk”.
Ginny slipped off her shoes and smoothed down her dress – her beautiful white lace dress, a birthday gift from the twins – and silently approached him.
Or apparently not. Apparently you had to be a good bit more silent than that to approach the rather twitchy saviour of the Wizarding World, because she found herself on her back in the dirt, twigs and earth in her hair and all over her best dress, a wand pointed at her throat, and Harry’s body pressed against hers, head to toe.
OK, apart from the wand, this was pretty much going to plan.
“Harry,” she whispered, “it’s me!”
The wand lowered, but Harry leapt to his feet and held his hand out to pull her to hers. Bugger.
“Sorry, Gin,” he muttered, ducking his head.
She brushed the more obvious twigs and leaves from her dress, watching him from the corner of her eye, but he didn’t follow her hands as the ran down her body, so she raised her arms to shake the twigs from her hair. His eyes blatantly didn’t fall on the breasts that strained at the thin lacy material of her dress. Oh for Merlin’s sake, he was a teenage boy, wasn’t he?
He sat back down, under a tree, with his face half in shadow, and she went and sat beside him.
“Are you OK, Harry?” she asked, gently.
“Yeah, sure,” he muttered. “Yeah, it’s just…”
Ginny snorted. “Yeah, it’s just the Sex God in the lounge!”
Harry turned to look at her, utter delight showing on his face. “Ginny!” he whispered, scandalised.
She smiled. “OK, they can’t really go to his room, because you’ll need to go to bed; they can’t go to her room, because it’s my room; they’re pretty much limited to downstairs – but they didn’t give any thought to the rest of us. I knew you were stuck out here.”
He smiled back. “Yeah! I walked up to the back door, but couldn’t go into the house – there were these…. noises…”
“You’re lucky. I had to walk through the lounge to get out of the house. You do not want to know where Ron’s hands were,” Ginny giggled
“Ewww, Gin!” he shook his head.
“They don’t mean to neglect you, Harry,” she said wryly.
“No, I know that really,” he sighed. “I’ve had Ron whittering on at me about Hermione for years. I’m pleased for them, really I am. They waited a long time, and I know some of that was because they were looking after me.”
“And because Ron is pathetic and didn’t dare say anything.”
“Well, yes, and that, too. But he’s said it now. And they’re happy. They deserve it.”
“And you?” she asked gently.
“Me? What about me?” he looked genuinely confused.
She put her hand on his arm and he looked down at her slim fingers, frowning slightly.
“Are you happy?”
He shrugged awkwardly. “I’m fine, Gin, really.”
“You deserve to be happy, Harry.”
“I only did what I had to, Ginny,” he interrupted, then flinched as her nails dug into his arm and her eyes sparked with anger.
“Not because of Voldemort, you idiot,” she hissed, and Harry flinched. “Because of you;” she hit him on the arm, “you are a good person,” she poked him in the chest, “who has been put through a ridiculous amount of crap since you were one year old.” She got to her knees before him. “And there are people who care about you and want you to be happy! People who love you.”
He blinked.
“Ginny,” he whispered. “I… I want to be happy, but I think I’ve forgotten how.”
She raised one hand and stroked his hair, and he leant into the gesture, almost unwillingly.
“Then let me show you,” she whispered, and leant forward and barely ghosted her lips across his.
He gasped, and his hands came up and grasped her arms as he pulled her closer for a further kiss.
Smiling against his lips she climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, dotting kisses on his face until he suddenly pushed her away.
His eyes were black in the moonlight and he licked his lips nervously. “Gin, no,” he murmured. “It wouldn’t be right. N-not here, your family…”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “What did you give me for my birthday, Harry?”
He frowned. “Um, sweets?”
“I’m seventeen, Harry. I’m of age. Even my brothers bought me this dress.”
His eyes finally fell to her breasts and followed the curves of her body to where his hands rested on her hips. “OK, then let’s say I bought you chocolates. Is that the sort of thing a boy buys for a girl?” He looked up hopefully.
“Well, not Chocolate Frogs, but you’re getting closer,” she smiled.
“Gin, I don’t want to cause problems, I…”
“Do you want me, Harry?” she interrupted.
He searched her face carefully. “Ginny, why are you doing this?”
“I promised myself I’d wait,” she said, stroking his hair again, and as he leant against her hand her heart broke yet again for the little boy who had never been held. “I’d wait until the Voldemort thing was over, until you were safe, until you’d stop pulling away from people, thinking that’d keep them safe.” He grimaced at the accurate character reading. “But it’s over Harry, it’s over. And you survived, and I survived. And I want to celebrate that. With you.”
He frowned again.
She rolled her eyes.
“Not randomly with you, because you happen to be the only boy in the house who isn’t one of my brothers,” she said sternly, and one corner of his mouth tipped up in a half-smile. “With you because I am crazy about you, you idiot. Now. Do you want me?”
“God, yes,” he growled and pulled her closer.
Their lips met fiercely and his fingers dug painfully into her arms as he kissed her hard. She was more than willing to respond, but then his arms slid gently round her and he held her against his chest, his face buried in her hair. “Ginny,” he whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“I… um. It’s not that I want you, that’s not it at all.”
“It’s not?” she whispered against his throat, and she felt him swallow.
His arms tightened around her. “Ginny, I’ve never had anyone to care about. Well, I have Ron and Hermione, but they’re…”
“Shagging?” she suggested.
He laughed and kissed her forehead. “They’re my friends. I love them, but just as friends.”
“We’re friends too, Harry,” she said, leaning back in his arms to look up at him.
“We are. But you have no idea how much I want to be more than friends. I don’t just want you, I’m, um, crazy about you, too. But I never dared say anything, ‘cos of the whole…”
“Competing with Ron for being the biggest idiot?” she said, her face lighting up with a smile.
“…certain death,” he finished, but was unable to stop matching her grin.
For a while they just smiled at each other, then Harry said, “So, before we do, um, whatever it was we were going to do. Would you, um, be my girl?”
“I’ve always been your girl, Harry,” she said and she leant closer, finally sliding her fingers into the messy hair that she had itched to touch for years, and sealed her words with a gentle kiss.
Title: Do you want me?
Author:
shocfixPairing: Harry/Ginny
Rating: PG-13
Happy Christmas
velvethope and lightening_scar!Do you want me?
****
Ginny marched boldly through the lounge, where Ron and Hermione, well, lounged, apparently trying to eat each others’ faces, and out the back door.
“Bastards,” she hissed back at them. They were supposed to be Harry’s best friends, and not only had they got together at his eighteenth birthday party, but they should have realised that he was outside now, and not likely to come back into the house while they were crawling all over each other like that. She’d certainly not forget where Ron had had his hands in a hurry.
Well, now it was her birthday – she checked her watch – yes, for another hour. And she had decided what she wanted for her birthday. Harry.
She stood in the dark, cocking her head, listening for anything out of the ordinary. “Splunk.” She raised her eyebrows. Well, he was throwing something in the pond, and as she couldn’t hope for it to be Ron’s most prized possessions, she hurried down the path through the trees.
It was just a couple of days past the full moon, and the moonlight was bright down at the pond. There he was, sitting on the bank, with his knees pulled up under his chin. He scrabbled in the earth for another stone and threw it into the water. It fell, not with a boyish series of skips across the surface, but another grumpy “splunk”.
Ginny slipped off her shoes and smoothed down her dress – her beautiful white lace dress, a birthday gift from the twins – and silently approached him.
Or apparently not. Apparently you had to be a good bit more silent than that to approach the rather twitchy saviour of the Wizarding World, because she found herself on her back in the dirt, twigs and earth in her hair and all over her best dress, a wand pointed at her throat, and Harry’s body pressed against hers, head to toe.
OK, apart from the wand, this was pretty much going to plan.
“Harry,” she whispered, “it’s me!”
The wand lowered, but Harry leapt to his feet and held his hand out to pull her to hers. Bugger.
“Sorry, Gin,” he muttered, ducking his head.
She brushed the more obvious twigs and leaves from her dress, watching him from the corner of her eye, but he didn’t follow her hands as the ran down her body, so she raised her arms to shake the twigs from her hair. His eyes blatantly didn’t fall on the breasts that strained at the thin lacy material of her dress. Oh for Merlin’s sake, he was a teenage boy, wasn’t he?
He sat back down, under a tree, with his face half in shadow, and she went and sat beside him.
“Are you OK, Harry?” she asked, gently.
“Yeah, sure,” he muttered. “Yeah, it’s just…”
Ginny snorted. “Yeah, it’s just the Sex God in the lounge!”
Harry turned to look at her, utter delight showing on his face. “Ginny!” he whispered, scandalised.
She smiled. “OK, they can’t really go to his room, because you’ll need to go to bed; they can’t go to her room, because it’s my room; they’re pretty much limited to downstairs – but they didn’t give any thought to the rest of us. I knew you were stuck out here.”
He smiled back. “Yeah! I walked up to the back door, but couldn’t go into the house – there were these…. noises…”
“You’re lucky. I had to walk through the lounge to get out of the house. You do not want to know where Ron’s hands were,” Ginny giggled
“Ewww, Gin!” he shook his head.
“They don’t mean to neglect you, Harry,” she said wryly.
“No, I know that really,” he sighed. “I’ve had Ron whittering on at me about Hermione for years. I’m pleased for them, really I am. They waited a long time, and I know some of that was because they were looking after me.”
“And because Ron is pathetic and didn’t dare say anything.”
“Well, yes, and that, too. But he’s said it now. And they’re happy. They deserve it.”
“And you?” she asked gently.
“Me? What about me?” he looked genuinely confused.
She put her hand on his arm and he looked down at her slim fingers, frowning slightly.
“Are you happy?”
He shrugged awkwardly. “I’m fine, Gin, really.”
“You deserve to be happy, Harry.”
“I only did what I had to, Ginny,” he interrupted, then flinched as her nails dug into his arm and her eyes sparked with anger.
“Not because of Voldemort, you idiot,” she hissed, and Harry flinched. “Because of you;” she hit him on the arm, “you are a good person,” she poked him in the chest, “who has been put through a ridiculous amount of crap since you were one year old.” She got to her knees before him. “And there are people who care about you and want you to be happy! People who love you.”
He blinked.
“Ginny,” he whispered. “I… I want to be happy, but I think I’ve forgotten how.”
She raised one hand and stroked his hair, and he leant into the gesture, almost unwillingly.
“Then let me show you,” she whispered, and leant forward and barely ghosted her lips across his.
He gasped, and his hands came up and grasped her arms as he pulled her closer for a further kiss.
Smiling against his lips she climbed into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, dotting kisses on his face until he suddenly pushed her away.
His eyes were black in the moonlight and he licked his lips nervously. “Gin, no,” he murmured. “It wouldn’t be right. N-not here, your family…”
“Shhh,” she whispered. “What did you give me for my birthday, Harry?”
He frowned. “Um, sweets?”
“I’m seventeen, Harry. I’m of age. Even my brothers bought me this dress.”
His eyes finally fell to her breasts and followed the curves of her body to where his hands rested on her hips. “OK, then let’s say I bought you chocolates. Is that the sort of thing a boy buys for a girl?” He looked up hopefully.
“Well, not Chocolate Frogs, but you’re getting closer,” she smiled.
“Gin, I don’t want to cause problems, I…”
“Do you want me, Harry?” she interrupted.
He searched her face carefully. “Ginny, why are you doing this?”
“I promised myself I’d wait,” she said, stroking his hair again, and as he leant against her hand her heart broke yet again for the little boy who had never been held. “I’d wait until the Voldemort thing was over, until you were safe, until you’d stop pulling away from people, thinking that’d keep them safe.” He grimaced at the accurate character reading. “But it’s over Harry, it’s over. And you survived, and I survived. And I want to celebrate that. With you.”
He frowned again.
She rolled her eyes.
“Not randomly with you, because you happen to be the only boy in the house who isn’t one of my brothers,” she said sternly, and one corner of his mouth tipped up in a half-smile. “With you because I am crazy about you, you idiot. Now. Do you want me?”
“God, yes,” he growled and pulled her closer.
Their lips met fiercely and his fingers dug painfully into her arms as he kissed her hard. She was more than willing to respond, but then his arms slid gently round her and he held her against his chest, his face buried in her hair. “Ginny,” he whispered.
“Hmmm?”
“I… um. It’s not that I want you, that’s not it at all.”
“It’s not?” she whispered against his throat, and she felt him swallow.
His arms tightened around her. “Ginny, I’ve never had anyone to care about. Well, I have Ron and Hermione, but they’re…”
“Shagging?” she suggested.
He laughed and kissed her forehead. “They’re my friends. I love them, but just as friends.”
“We’re friends too, Harry,” she said, leaning back in his arms to look up at him.
“We are. But you have no idea how much I want to be more than friends. I don’t just want you, I’m, um, crazy about you, too. But I never dared say anything, ‘cos of the whole…”
“Competing with Ron for being the biggest idiot?” she said, her face lighting up with a smile.
“…certain death,” he finished, but was unable to stop matching her grin.
For a while they just smiled at each other, then Harry said, “So, before we do, um, whatever it was we were going to do. Would you, um, be my girl?”
“I’ve always been your girl, Harry,” she said and she leant closer, finally sliding her fingers into the messy hair that she had itched to touch for years, and sealed her words with a gentle kiss.