Who Knew?

While I wish I did own Severus and company, I don’t. It’s all property of the brilliant J.K. Rowling! I just manipulate the situations they find themselves in. Thanks J.K.R. for allowing us the freedom to continue playing with them in FanFics!

WARNINGS : HET, MINOR, FAIRLY VANILLA

A/N: This is for you, Angel! To all of my wonderful readers, please review! The plot line is written, but not set in stone. My muse and plot bunny are open to suggestions.


Chapter 10: New Bonds

The last Friday in September brought the first house Quidditch game of the season, Gryffindor versus Ravenclaw. It also brought torrential rains. It was an extremely short match; ten minutes in Harry caught the snitch without a point having been scored. Due to the impervious charm on his glasses, he was the only one who could see anything. Professor McGonagall announced that Hot Coco and various snack items would be waiting in the common rooms, so the stands emptied quickly, as did the locker rooms. Ron and Neville had other plans, however. The Weasley twins had been recruiting help for stocking their new store in Hogsmeade.

“Sure you don’t want to join us mate? It’s going to be loads of fun,” Ron asked. He was still glowing from the rush of the game, but that, by itself, did not account for the excitement in his voice.

“Nah, you guys go on,” Harry replied, hoping his friends would believe the outright lie he was about to give them, “I need to service my broom, something doesn’t feel quite right, and besides, I’m really tired.”

“Okay mate, just so long as you promise not to do any homework without me.”

“Or me,” added Neville.

“Deal!”

Harry waited for several minutes after they had gone before he gathered his things and prepared to leave. He knew that Ginny had refused to go to the joke shop, citing homework. He hoped that was not the only reason. When he was sure his friends had gone off without him, Harry stepped out of the room. Ginny was leaning against the stands watching the door to the boys’ side of the locker rooms.

“Do you want to go to the castle, to the crowd and the party?” Ginny sounded somewhat hesitant as she asked this; Harry knew he had guessed correctly.

“Not really, if you don’t mind the rain, that is. Is there a problem?”

“I enjoyed the other night, in the common room. I sort of hoped we could sit and visit some more.”

Ginny was biting on her lower lip, a sign Harry recognized as nerves. They climbed the stands to the top row, and on the way, Harry finally noticed that the stairs were protected from the rain. When he asked if she would rather stay in the stairwell of the tower, Ginny just smiled, shook her head, and led the way into the seats. They sat there, talking and laughing, for what seem like hours. Again, it felt like old times at the burrow, when they would sit beside the shed in the rain. They had huddled close together for the shared warmth, and Harry had conveniently slipped his arm around her under that very pretense.

“Harry, I love you,” Ginny said so softly that she was not sure he would be able to hear her over the rain. She was not entirely sure she had wanted to. After a few moments of heavy silence, Harry turned, and stared into her eyes.

“I know. You always have, ever since that first morning when I arrived at your house.”

For just a second, Harry saw that young girl who had been horrified at being seen by Harry Potter, in her night gown.

“Could I ever be more than your best friend’s kid sister?” Ginny looked down at her hand resting on his thigh, and clenched it into a fist.

“Yeah, Ginny, you could be. I’ve always loved you, too,” Harry whispered, as he leaned in to gently press his lips to hers. He made a point to be much softer and slower than he had been with Cho; he could only hope that he had it right this time. When he felt her tongue caress his lips, and gently push through in an easy exploration of his mouth, he knew he had been right. The heated movement in her kiss seemed to cut through the fog that had been building in his brain.

“Ginny, wait. What does this mean? What are you feeling for me?”

“I want to be with you, Harry, to… Make love to you. More than just that, I want to give myself to you,” she said shyly.

“I want to be with you too, you’re beautiful, Merlin, so beautiful! But, I’ve never… You know. I’ve never been with anyone else. I don’t… I’m not sure I know what to do,” Harry stammered, feeling the heat rising in his face.

“I know, and that’s okay. Do you trust me?” She met Harry’s gaze unflinchingly.

“Yeah, but I kn – umm, I saw…” Harry looked away; he looked everywhere but at the small red-haired fireball next to him.

“You know, don’t you, about this summer, about what I did with Severus?” He could hear the strain in her voice and feel the trembling she was trying to suppress.

“Yeah… Ginny, I know that I can’t compare with him,” Harry said shakily, suffocating panic was starting to creep in. “He’s older, and a lot more e-experienced than I am. I’m afraid, well, I’m afraid that you would be disappointed in me, even laugh at me.”

Tears were stinging his eyes as he turned into the rain in an attempt to conceal them. Ginny’s silent tears were already rolling down her face. She put her hand on Harry’s shoulder and pressed just enough to coax him into turning back toward her.

“I’m not going to ask how you know, I’m not sure I want to know, but please listen to me. Okay?” Harry was looking down at his wet trainers when he nodded.

“I did that this summer to try and find a way to get you to see me as Ginny, not just Ron’s little sister. I know you’ve not had a lot of experience, and that’s okay. You don’t have to know how to handle everything. I wanted to know what to do for you, to help you, and so you wouldn’t be disappointed in me.”

Harry leaned in and kissed Ginny again, this time it was his tongue that caressed and explored. Hands found their way inside each other’s robes, rubbing and groping. He felt the familiar tingle in his balls and his cock began to swell as the blood rushed through the veins, growing in length and width as hands continued their exploration. Harry soon felt pain; real, excruciating, beautiful pain, and entirely too soon his cock began to ache from the throbbing. With each heartbeat he could feel his cock twitch, and before long, he started to believe that if relief did not arrive soon his cock would literally explode. Ginny slid onto his lap as his hands slipped down her back and cupped the checks of her ass. She helped him ease her drenched robes up to her waist, and then released him from the strangling tightness of his pants. When her hands touched the tender rim on the head of his cock, Harry gasped and arched against the wall of the stands. There were no thoughts going through his mind, only the exquisite sensations racing from his swollen cock; sensations of rain and cold air, the warmth and slightly calloused touch of Ginny’s hand, the now constant ache and need for release. He was startled when hair brushed across his face and her hot tongue slipped between his parted lips, he had not realized when he closed his eyes. His hands were caressing and kneading the Quidditch firmed ass of the petite girl, as the kiss deepened, he felt himself starting to pant around the kiss.

Harry felt a wonderfully warm, silky, tight sheath slide down over his cock, sending an electrical charge up his spine, not quite reaching the base of his skull. He had to look down to be certain that the sensation was not magically produced. The beautiful red curls flush against the thick black wiry hair around the base of his cock was the most awe-inspiring sight he had ever seen. He felt a surge of power like he had never experienced before as he looked up at the goddess straddling him, her head thrown back exposing the pale graceful column of her throat. Ginny started swaying her hips in a circular grind, and very slowly added a gentle up and down stroke to the movements. Harry watched her hands slide down her throat, over her sweater, across her flat stomach, to her curls. He gasped and bit down on his lip as she slipped a hand in between them. She formed a tight ring around his base while placing her other hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him so he was leaning against the wall, and started riding his cock with short fast strokes. Harry was pinned against the hard wall and the seat of the stands, and could not move. He realized that he had been making sounds, and judging from the soreness of his throat when he tried to swallow, he had not been quiet. He knew that they had said a few words to each other, incomplete sentences that only a lover could comprehend. He could feel Ginny shaking, and was concerned that she was getting too cold, when she cried out and shook violently. His realization that he had experienced her orgasm was his last coherent thought as that electrical charge finally made contact with his brain, and he exploded, violently, pulsing, and seemingly endlessly.

“Oh Merlin, Ginny, that was incredible,” Harry panted, as they clung to each other afterwards.

Ginny had not stopped crying, but he knew she was happy. She looked happier than he had ever seen her. Harry was still crying, for the first time in his life his heart was filled with joy, and love over something that was real and present. And, although his memory was still somewhat hazy, he could remember, somewhere along the way, asking her to marry him. Her answer was clear enough even for his fuzzy thought processes; he would never forget her response. They continued to hold and cling to each other through heated kisses and slow, comfortable ones, alike.

Harry and Ginny walked back to the castle in the early hours of the morning, arms around each other. The sun was not showing in the sky yet, and the rain had stopped without their being aware of it. At the edge of the castle, Harry stopped; he had sensed something. They waited, listening, as in the distance a werewolf cried out.

“Is that Remus,” Ginny whispered, moving closer into Harry’s embrace.

“I believe so, it sounds like him, but I’ve only heard one other.” Yet Harry still sensed something else, someone else, and protectively tightened his arms around Ginny. From around the corner stepped Draco and Snape, loosely holding hands; a very rumpled, disheveled, and distracted Draco and Snape.

“Beautiful night for a walk isn’t it, Professor, Draco,” Harry said, as the pair froze in mid-step.

“Yes. I suppose it is. Miss Weasley. Mr. Potter,” said Snape, as Draco nervously nudged him and ducked his head to conceal the obvious flush on his pale face.

Ginny looked out at the lake to hide the smile that blossomed on her face when she noticed grass clinging to Draco’s robes and a couple of leaves on Snape\'s.

“Actually, Professor, sometime in the future, it will become Mrs. Potter,” Ginny said, somewhat shyly, as she surveyed the lake.

“Yeah,” chimed Harry, grinning ear to ear with a blush to rival Draco’s.

“Then it would seem that congratulations are in order,\" Snape said softly.

Hesitantly, Ginny asked, “And how are things with you?”

Snape stiffened, but Draco said, “Father went mad. Mother said he destroyed half of the manner with curses and hexes.”

“I saw that she was here earlier,” said Ginny softly, “I had hoped that it would be a good thing for you.”

“It was. We, uh, made things official today,” Draco replied nervously looking at Snape and fingering the silver wedding band so that it reflected the moonlight.

“So, one could say our situation is stable.” There was a guarded tone to Snape’s voice, but Draco looked grateful and relieved. When a second werewolf cried out, the group stepped closer together.

“Perhaps we should move inside,” Snape said, as he opened a small side door to the main entrance way. Snape and Draco escorted Harry and Ginny to the stairs of the Gryffindor tower before bidding them good night, with smirks all around. Once inside, a good night kiss grew into a stealthy entrance into the seventh year boys’ dorm. They quickly pulled the drapes around Harry’s bed and began to hastily peel off their wet robes.

Amid the soft (most of the time) biting, gentle hair pulling, and slow, but deep scratching, they occasionally remembered to be quiet. When Harry emptied himself into Ginny, he had a few minutes of fear that he had let Ginny down by not bringing her to an orgasm. Only a few minutes though, as Ginny had immediately started to explore his body. When she brushed her fingers across his puckered opening he was instantly hard, again. He made a promise to himself to never experience that nagging little fear again. At his insistence, Ginny started showing Harry how she liked to be touched, which positions she knew she liked, they even found a few she had not tried with Snape. It was not long until she was wantonly raking her nails into every bit of exposed flesh she could touch.

Light was seeping in around the privacy drapes of his bed, and Harry knew Ron would be back around noon. He was growing concerned as to the time when he felt Ginny’s entire body convulse. She screamed out his name in broken gasps, and said words that he was fairly certain her brothers had not even said in her presence. She had never looked so beautiful and powerful. Harry closed his eyes to burn the memory into his mind forever. He tossed his head back, and gripped her legs against his chest with every ounce of strength he had left. Harry struggled and fought to draw air into his lungs. Vertigo took hold, and as the room began to spin, Harry screamed out, and then let loose a series of very feral growls. And when the waves had washed over him, and subsided, he collapsed on top of her, completely spent and exhausted, and still moaning. His arms and legs felt as if they were made of lead; an electric tingle was ricocheting up and down his spine. Each spasm that tore from Ginny triggered one in Harry. Each time his cock twitched, another spasm was set loose in Ginny. As he was drifting off to sleep, still gasping for air and in the clutches of vertigo, he was remotely aware of hushed voices and shuffling steps as his two remaining roommates respectfully went about their business. With that, he gave into blissful oblivion.

“HEY HARRY! Time to rise and shine! Are you going to sleep all day?!”

A chorus of voices greeted Harry as his drapes were ripped open. Through the glaring light Harry could make out the stunned faces of the three youngest Weasley brothers. Then it hit him, and he looked over at Ginny. She was sitting up and pulling Harry’s still damp Quidditch robes around her as she did so.

“Morning,” she yawned, “so how goes things at the shop?”

Fred was laughing; George looked furious; Ron was working his mouth like a fish out of water. Harry struggled to sit up and keep his dignity intact, covering himself with the only thing he could grab, Ginny’s damp robes.

“Umm… Hi guys,” he choked out at the three brothers, whom he hoped he would still be able to call friends after this. Just when he thought things could not possible get any worse, Dobby appeared with a large tray of delicacies and a bottle of muggle champagne, which Harry was fairly certain violated some rule.

“Oh a most good morning it is sir. Professor and Draco Snape send their best wishes and request the pleasure of your company, and of course Harry Potter’s Miss Ginny, sir, for dinner in Hogsmeade, tonight.”

“Uhh, yeah, okay, umm, 7:00 alright?”

“Excellent, sir! Dobby is so happy to be sharing this special time with Harry Potter, sir. It is time for something good and happy to come for Harry Potter,” with a loud crack he was gone. Harry tried to convince himself that it was all just a dream, right now a very bad dream, but the food on the table beside him smelled real.

“Professor Snape?”

“Draco who?”

“What the bloody hell is going on,” shouted the three brothers at once.

A startled gasp from the door announced Hermione’s arrival to the party. ‘Bloody hell, what comes after bad to worse,’ Harry wondered. ‘Oh well, at least she will know what rule that bottle of champagne violates.’

“Umm, guys... Could we have a few minutes to get dressed? I promise to tell you everything.” Harry was fishing for a way to salvage his friendship with the Weasley brothers without harming the one with the Weasley sister.

“EEEWWW!” said Ron.

“No!” said the twins in unison.

“Don’t be thick Ron. Harry doesn’t mean everything,” scowled Hermione.

She pulled the drape on Ginny’s side of the bed between Ginny and Harry, to provide some manner of privacy, as Ginny got off the bed and dressed. With Ginny off the bed, Harry had room to pull the covers over him, and free up her robe.

“The common room’s empty. It won’t pose a challenge to get you into my room so you can get cleaned up,” instructed Hermione, still casting glares at the Weasley brothers.

The two young women slipped quickly and quietly from the boys’ dorm, leaving the tension in the room even higher than it was before Hermione had entered. As Harry had shared locker rooms, bedrooms, and showers with the three brothers, he could think of no excuse they would accept for further stalling.

“So I guess it’s time to get out of bed,” he said climbing out from under the covers.

“Shit!”

“Merlin’s balls!”

“Harry?” Again the chorus of voices rang out in unison, making it impossible to determine who said what.

Too late, Harry remembered about the bites and scratches that covered his body. There was a flash of dried blood on the sheets when he hastily sat down and fumbled with the covers in an attempt to hide the marks.

“Harry, are you okay, mate?” George asked, concern taking the place of his anger.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” Harry said awkwardly. His face was burning from a combination of guilt, embarrassment, and humiliation.

“We were going to see if you wanted to play a Quidditch game against Madame Hooch’s rec. team. Professor Dumbledore and Madame Hooch have already agreed to it. If you’re up to it, that is,” Fred said.

“I’m okay guys, really.” Harry was not sure that the composure he heard in his voice was a good thing at the present time.

“Listen mate, what happened in here, between you two, well, I guess we were all sort of hoping for it, and maybe even expecting it, but it’s still kind of a shock to see it.” George shrugged as he finished speaking, a grin had made its way to his lips and finally to his eyes.

“So, are we good?” Harry asked, feeling relief start spreading through his body.

“O’ course, mate,” came a twin unison.

“So are we on for the game then,” asked Ron, trying to smile as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

“We’ll go and…”

“Check on Ginny…”

“And meet you…”

“At the field,” said the twins in rotation, as they headed to the common room to wait on Ginny and Hermione.

“Harry, mate, sorry ‘bout that.” The sincerity was obvious on Ron’s glowing red face.

“No, I’m sorry, Ron,” Harry apologized, as he dressed quickly, and grabbed what he needed for a shower.

Ron remained unusually quiet while Harry showered, causing Harry to struggle with his concern about having damaged their friendship.

“Why didn’t you tell me you two were a thing?” Ron finally asked, while Harry was drying off.

“Well, we weren’t, until last night. I mean we’ve never gone together or dated but, you know, we’ve known each other for over 6 years. We’ve grown really close during that time.” Harry paused as he pulled a jumper over his head. Just as his head popped through the neck he caught a glimpse of Ron turning to face the other direction. He knew that Ron had been studying the marks Ginny left on his chest.

“Ron, I really don’t know if Ginny is ready for anyone else to know, but can you keep a secret from Fred and George, for a few months at least?”

Ron vigorously nodded.

“I ask Ginny to marry me,” Harry announced, blushing yet again.

“When?” Ron’s eyes looked as if they might pop from his head.

“Last night,” Harry whispered, unable to determine his best friend’s expression. After all, how often did a guy hear from his best friend that his baby sister had been proposed to?

“When?”

“She only said yes, nothing else is definite, but I had kind of hoped at the end of this school year, if your parents will allow it. If not, then the year after, when she graduates.”

“Like there’s any worry there,” Ron snorted. “Hang on a minute! Snape knows?!”

“Yeah, she told Snape and Draco last night.” Harry felt an odd strength coursing through his veins; the same that he had felt as Ginny had made the announcement. It provided a comfort that he had never experienced, one that he found himself very possessive and protective of.

“So that’s why the tray of munchies then… Their best wishes and stuff,” Ron added thoughtfully.

“Yeah, I guess with the wards and alarms though out the school, he would have found out that she stayed with me last night.”

As Harry and Ron reached the Quidditch field, they found the twins casting studious glances at Draco.

“How is Ginny,” Harry asked as a means of diversion. He had seen her take far worse physical punishment playing Quidditch, so he was surprised when the twins said Hermione was taking her to the hospital. Draco looked equally concerned.

‘Would you like for me to check on her,’ Draco thought into Harry mind, startling him, and causing him to flinch.

‘Uh… Yes, please, and let me know immediately if anything’s wrong.’ At that, Draco got onto his broom and headed toward the hospital.

“Where the bloody hell is he going,” Ron inquired before turning toward the stands. “Harry, look, half the school has turned out to watch us play.”

“Madam Hooch is already on the field… And everyone is in the stands, so let’s get ready,” said one of the twins.

“Who’s on her team anyway,” Harry asked, as the brothers were changing into their old equipment.

“Well, there’s Madam Hooch, o’ course, and Professor Sinistra, and Professor Snape. The others are from Hogsmeade. Hooch will be the main threat,” said George.

“I wouldn’t be so sure,” added Ron. “Sinistra trains with Ravenclaw sometimes, I’ve seen her. She can really fly. She plays Keeper.”

“Snape still trains too. He and Draco put in lots of broom time, and he’s at every Slytherin practice. He’s actually still really athletic,” said Harry remembering the lean muscles and broad shoulders. He realized that everyone was looking at him as if he had grown another head.

“Ron sneaks into Ravenclaw practices; Ginny covers Hufflepuff; I spy on Slytherin.” ‘Well, it is sort of true,’ thought Harry.

They were on their way out of the locker room when he felt someone enter his mind. ‘Harry! She’s on her way with Hermione. She’s scared, but I can’t sense anything wrong. Hermione is worried too.’

“Wait!” said Harry, aloud.

The three brothers turned as one and waited, know that Harry would have a good reason for ever issuing a command. Snape stepped around from the front of the stands and looked inquiringly at Harry, as if he had received Harry’s message, too. Before any discussion could ensue, Ginny’s broom cut sharply around the corner, tossing Hermione to the ground at Snape’s feet.

“I hate flying,” she declared, as Snape took hold of her robes to stop her tumbling. He stooped and took her hand, helping her to her feet. Startling the twins even more than the display of courtesy from Snape, was the fact that Draco had reappeared immediately behind their sister.

“Okay! I’m here and I’m in! Whose team are we playing?” Ginny was the picture of determination as she hopped from her broom and surveyed the gathering of men surrounding her.

Before her brothers could reply, Harry asked if Draco wanted to be in, too. He cast an excited look at Snape, obviously waiting for permission, for which he received a nod and the barest of smiles.

“You’ll be Seeker, Ron and I will be Chasers, Fred and George will be Beaters and Ginny gets to be keeper!” said Harry observing the silent exchanges among the group. Hermione and Ginny looked extremely relieved; Snape and Draco smirked at each other; the Weasley twins looked stunned, and Ron looked slightly ill.

In a recreational game, the scoreboard was charmed to track the score on its own. Also, as there was no referee, penalty assessment was on an honor system, of which there was no sign during this particular game. It appeared that Snape was normally the seeker on Madame Hooch’s team. Another apparent fact was that Draco and Snape enjoyed having a go at each other as seekers on opposing teams instead of the role of coach and student. They employed moves one would not have the opportunity to see outside of World Cup class competition. The Twins took total advantage of not having a referee and tried to violate every rule know to Quidditch – and succeeded most of the time. As a result, the keepers had very little involvement during the four hour game, which ended when Ron accidentally caught the snitch. He had reached out to catch the quaffle Harry had lobbed to him and missed, but managed to intercept the snitch just as Snape was bearing down on it.
The Weasley Weasels (as dubbed by the supporters of Madame Hooch’s team) 150 and Hooch’s Hoochies (as dubbed by the twins themselves) 0

“Bloody fast it was! I never saw it,” Ron said in awe afterwards... Repeatedly.