Harry and his witches

Everyone I'm sorry about the wait, things have been a little hectic. For me this chapter just seems real awkward to me let me know what you think.

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“Does everyone know their roles?” Harry asked. They stood in the living room of his manor and were relatively relaxed, despite the fact that only nine people were going to storm a base filled with an unknown amount of Death Eaters that were fully trained killers.

“Yup,” Ginny stated with a grim look on her face. “Tonks, Luna, Susan, and I are going to sneak through room to room and use these things to keep in contact to let you know our situation.” Ginny held up a black walkie-talkie.

“If I can, I’ll get into the air vents and attempt to gas a few of them with this love spell that Chocolate and I made,” Luna stated, holding up a green vile that had a nozzle at the tip for spraying small amounts in the air. “It will make two people fall in love and shag like no tomorrow.” Harry shuddered just at the thought of someone going at it with Voldemort.

“I will have to try and take just one straggler out and take on their appearance,” Tonks stated. “From there, I will try to find the twins and get them out. Once that is done, I will contact you and we can all pull out.”

“Jagon, Sypher, and I are going to take the front, should a fight break out,” Harry stated, strapping a katana onto his back. “If what I think is true, then I will have to deal with Voldemort and this,” Harry pointed to his back, “will prove to be very useful.” The katana was completely black except for the hilt, which was a blood red in color. The blade itself was taped up to keep the blade from cutting into Harry’s back. (A/N: Imagine Cloud from Final Fantasy’s sword, just skinnier.)

“Katie, Lavender, Terry, Lisa, and I will stay at the school and attempt to keep up your appearances with these dummies that I managed to rig up.” Sydney (AKA Chocolate) stated, holding up what looked like a pale dummy. “With some magic, I can get this to act, talk, and look like you. It will only work for about a week before I am drained, but you’ll be back by then.”

“My sister and I are going to deal with navigation, since it’s a base that we’ve probably been at,” Bellatrix said, pulling a shirt over the strapped leather that covered her upper body, and held three different daggers with three different enchantments.

The first was on her left side. Its blade was black and on the dull side it had been painted red; however, it was more the size of a pocketknife instead of a regular dagger. If a target were stabbed, though, their blood would freeze slowly. The second was completely silver and made specially to handle ghosts and specters. The last was dyed a deep green and had a curved blade. It was the size of a regular dagger, and if you received the smallest cut you were poisoned and numbed, ensuring a slow death.

Narcissa put a leather holster around her back and shoved a staff into it. The staff itself was golden and held a dark blue orb at the top, where all of its magical energy was stored. With it, Narcissa could slam it into the ground and cause tremors, and even send electricity through the ground and stun opponents.

Ginny held a small sword that she kept strapped to her side. Susan, however, carried throwing knives, as she was meant to stay back and focus more on healing than anything. However, if push came to shove, she knew an arsenal of dark spells that ranged from numbing to making someone’s skin boil.

“Alright. This is just one of the many that we are going to have to deal with, so let’s not forget our objective. But remember, this is also a learning experience. If and when we attack more bases or move to save allies, refer to experiences that this attack will bring.”

“But first, Ginny, Susan,” Harry began, getting the attention from his young slaves/lovers, “I need you to promise me something. I want you to run if I tell you to run, to leave me behind if I give the order. You two aren’t as strong as the others.”

“Harry, don’t be stupid. We won’t do anything like that,” Ginny stated, placing her hands on her hips. In a million and one ways she reminded him of Mrs. Weasley.

“It’s too bad. If you won’t do that, then you aren’t going,” Harry rebutted, refusing to let up. The girls bit their lower lips but nodded their heads, willing to at least let Harry have it his way; if not, then they couldn’t accompany him. “I promise I’ll make it up to you later,” Harry began, giving them both a quick kiss on the cheek. He then walked out of the room and prepared for apparation.

~The Twins’ End~

“I guess that everyone is lowering their standards nowadays,” Fred stated, picking up Goyle’s wand, who was a guard at the base.

“I know. All you had to do is say that I was dead and he came bursting straight in,” George replied as Fred pointed the wand and released the chains that held them together.

~Flashback~

They were thrown into a dark and smelly cellar. The walls were stained with unknown substances and the only light came from a small window that overlooked the barren land. ‘Suppose it is meant to taunt us,’ George thought. ‘So close to freedom, yet we can not reach it… not that it’s a place I want to be.’

“Fred, I have an idea,” George stated. “All we need is a wand and we can apparate once we get out of this base. Hopefully, my idea will work.” George glanced around the cell and soon found what he would need. “What I want you to do is cut me with this,” he pulled up a sharp rock and gave it to his twin, “and I will rub blood all over my midsection. Once we get the wand, I can patch myself up and we can start to think about how to get out.”

Fred gulped and took the rock to his brother’s arm. They both winced as the robes he wore were stained and it slowly began to drip onto the floor. “What now, genius?” Fred asked sarcastically. Slowly, George’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he played dead.

~End Flashback~

“Well, that hurt like hell,” George stated as his brother pointed the wand he picked off of Groyle at his brother’s open wound. George’s eyes rolled in the back of his head and a warmth overtook his entire body. Slowly, the bleeding stopped and the wound closed.

“What are you two doing?!” an unfamiliar voice called out. The person drew a wand and the twins separated.

“Fimnate,” George stated. A silver mist shot out of his wand and surrounded the Death Eater, and Fred couldn’t believe what he saw next. The Death Eater was punching himself in a place where no man should be punched.

“That was over the top, dear George,” Fred stated as they looked down on the figure. “Do you know how to stop it?”

“Yep, I’m just waiting for him to pass out. Come on. Steal his outfit -- we can sneak out unnoticed this way.”

Groaning, Fred placed a silencing spell and a stunning curse on the poor individual, who now had tears streaming down the sides of his face. “You are a disgrace to all men!” Fred scolded the crying male.

~Tonks and Ginny~

“What do you think those two are doing to the poor Death Eaters?” Ginny asked, wanting to break the silence with the older woman, whom she admired. Somehow, Tonks and Harry managed to form a bond that went deeper than blood, kissing, and sex. Ginny couldn’t find a word for it. It was just there like the air; you can’t see it but you can feel it.

“If I know them half as well as I think I do, it is very perverse and slightly on the dark side of the spectrum,” Tonks said with an impish grin. The smile soon faded, though, as they heard the echo of footsteps coming toward them. “Gin, shh! Get up in the air vent and you can hide. I can hide somewhere else.”

Before Ginny could argue or agree, Tonks seized her hand and jumped on top of a nearby table. Then, using both of her arms, she lifted Ginny near an airshaft. Their eyes met and both knew that arguing at this point would only cost time, so Ginny went in without a word. Tonks looked all over and found some cover behind a wine rack in the corner of the room.

The two walked in, arguing over what to name their wands. ‘How pointless is that?’ Tonks thought, pulling out her wand. You could never be too safe, after all. They continued to come closer and closer until they were only inches away from her.

Without taking a second glance, they pulled out a bottle of firewhisky and took a seat at the nearby table. They took swigs alternately and laughed in a drunken haze as they puffed out the black smoke that it made in their lungs. Still, they sat and laughed for what seemed like a century.

‘This is ridiculous,’ Ginny thought as she crawled over and pointed her wand out of the vent. Taking aim, she fired off a round of expelliarmus spells and sent one of them flying away from the liquor and into the wall.

Tonks jumped up and fired off a stunner. It missed one of the Death Eaters, who in a flash aimed for the air vent. “Carcino!” he screamed as a straight flame flew out and hit the air vent. It only took a second for the metal to turn red and Ginny’s screams to be heard.

Acting on impulse, Tonks leapt over a table and kicked the man in the side of the head with her steel-toed boot. He fell to the ground and Tonks leapt onto his chest before slamming her boot into his mouth, knocking him out, if it didn’t kill him first.

“Ginny!” she cried, cutting open half of the air vent with a quick spell. Ginny slid out with ease.

Tears streamed down her face as she looked down on her body. The sweatshirt she wore was burned away, while her stomach was beat red and her arms looked tinted. They were not black, but not anywhere near normal. “I’m sorry…” she began. “That scream must have been heard. They’ll be coming anytime now.”

“It’s done. There isn’t much we can do at this point. Here, I have this burn cream. It’ll numb the pain and I’ll cast a skin-healing spell. It’ll prevent scarring, but that’s all I can do. Let’s just wait for Susan. Page Harry and I’ll start on the spells.”

“Harry?” Ginny asked into the walkie-talkie. “Harry, it’s Ginny. Me and Tonks need a little help.”

“Where are you?” Harry asked. “Wait, I’ll find you. What’s the matter?”

“I have been burnt -- bad. Can you bring Susan to us? Please… it really hurts.”

“Yeah, give me some time. Just hold out for a little while.”

Ginny put the walkie-talkie to her side and seized the burn cream. It only took a minute to get it all over her wound. “Listen, Tonks. Harry and Susan are on their way. Just go find Fred and George.”

“You sure?” Ginny nodded and Tonks took the man’s outfit and his appearance. With one glance back, she saw Ginny smile and close her eyes.

~Tonks~

‘Where the hell are they?’ she thought, looking into each holding cell. She heard footsteps coming and jumped off to the side.

What she saw shocked her. There was a Death Eater holding one of the boys, either Fred or George (she really couldn’t tell the difference until they talked). “What is going on?” she asked, changing her voice to sound manlier and even a little menacing.

“We have made the decision to move this one to another cell,” the man in the mask stated.

“Really?” Tonks began. ‘Maybe I can trick the dumb bastard,’ she thought smugly. “I haven’t heard this information, so what are you really doing? If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were helping him escape. I’ll have you know that Lucius is here and will not be made a fool of.”

“Oh, really? Well, then. Finate!” Immediately, Tonks’ left hand began to strike her bladder.

“Uh, brother? Why won’t he cry or go down?” Fred asked.

“Dunno. Are you a guy?” George asked.

“Fred, you stupid moron!” Tonks hollered, her voice going from a deep tone to a much lighter and much more womanlier one. “Tell him to stop! It’s Tonks, you arse!”

“If your Tonks…” George began, taking off his mask and sharing a mischievous smirk with his brother, “then what’s your first name?”

“Oh, Merlin. It’s Nymphadora,” Tonks stated, growing more and more irritated. “Now, knock this shite off before I get mad!”

“Fine. Ruin the fun.” With a wave of his hand, George lifted the spell and Tonks had free use of her hand. Winding back, she gave him a fierce left hook to his lower jaw. “You idiots! You could have taken off my mask and seen it was me!”

“Yeah, but this was more fun,” Fred stated. With the glare shot his way, he quickly changed the subject. “So who screamed earlier? I heard it and my guess is that it attracted all of the Death Eaters’ attention.”

“Oh, crap. Come on. We need to hurry. I’ll explain along the way.” Tossing Fred a wand, the three of them took off to the cellar where Tonks and Ginny first started to look.

~Harry and Susan~

“Sypher, you and Jagon hold the entrance. We might need a quick escape. If we need you, I’ll call. Luna, you stay back as well. Narcissa and Bellatrix, you’re with me and Susan.” Everyone nodded and Harry told Bellatrix where he felt Ginny. Since she had become his slave once more, he could feel her heartbeat and almost feel her pull. Like a magnet, he was drawn toward her.

“We’ve only been here once, but the only room down there where she could be is the wine cellar,” Bellatrix stated. “Remember that scream we heard?” Everyone nodded. “Well, that would have drawn out all of the Death Eaters. I think that it would be an advantage if we, and I mean Narcissa and I, stayed back. You two go forward to Ginny. That way, we can sandwich the majority of the Death Eaters. They will be distracted.”

“Listen. This isn’t going to be very safe. I’ll call for Sypher and Jagon. They will come down. After that, we’re going to need to get out of here quickly,” Narcissa stated. “Maybe we can get out right away, but there isn’t any apparation in this base or any, so we have to get out about thirty meters or so before we can use a portkey.”

“What about Tonks and the twins?” Susan asked.

“She probably found them already,” Harry said. “I’ll call them with Gin’s walkie-talkie. Now, we need to move.”

The two of them went forward into the wine cellar, while Bellatrix and Narcissa walked back to the entrance to wait for the attack without being noticed.

Harry rounded the corner and found Ginny breathing hard. Her eyes were closed and her shirt looked like it had been torn off. “Ginny!” he cried out. Her eyes fluttered open and a pained smile played on her lips. Susan pointed her wand and the burns cooled almost instantly.

“Oh, Merlin, that hurt,” Ginny stated as footsteps were heard outside nearing the door. Harry waved his hand and the door swung shut. Instantly, the lock slapped and a few objects moved in front of the door. “Hurry, Susan!” Harry barked.

The door banged. In that instant, Harry knew they were in deep. Even in the cellar, they could hear the sounds of thunder outside accompanied by the rain. They were stuck in a wine cellar with Death Eaters outside and Ginny wasn’t nearly healed enough to focus on her spells. The air vent was busted and there wasn’t another door out. Even with Bellatrix and Narcissa outside, it would still be a big struggle. “Susan, take Ginny into the corner near some cover. I’ll hold them off until your done with the healing.”

“But Harry--” Susan began.

“No buts!” Harry shouted. “Did you forget what you said? I’m going to need you and if you get hurt here, it wouldn’t do anyone any good. Now go!” With only a second, Susan levitated Ginny behind a table before flipping it on its side. With cover she continued her work.

“Step back!” someone from outside shouted, and instantly the door flew off of its hinges. Harry leapt over it and stood facing only twenty, though he imagined there would be more… and there were.

He heard shouting off in the distance. Suddenly, spells flew and crashed upstairs. His guess was that Bellatrix and Narcissa. “Leave this to me. Potter won’t stand against me for all that long.” Most of the Death Eaters scurried away, but five were still left.

“Sir, I know your orders, but we’re going to stay. We want to watch,” a Death Eater stated.

There was a low chuckle and the man pulled off his mask. “That is fine. Just don’t interfere with this fight.”

Harry wished that he were surprised when he saw Lucius. He didn’t care, though. Sooner or later the man had to go down for what he did to Susan and Narcissa; he intended to do a lot of damage. “Surprised? I’m alive and much better. The Dark Lord will pay your home a visit very soon. For now, though, I suppose that I can play with you some.”

“Sorry, I don’t swing that way.” Harry pulled out his wand, as did Lucius. He waved his wand and a large dark orb rocketed at Harry. Leaping up, he placed his wand under himself and created a small barrier. It collided with the wall and left a rather large hole.

“I see that you can move. Let’s just see how fast.” Raising his wand high into the air, a wave of large red orbs came flying out, which shot out in every direction. The objects that were metal were hit and Harry could almost see the electricity, like big red waves that would radiate up and down the length of the pipe. Moving like it were a dance, Harry easily avoided the spells.

“Good! Good!” Lucius laughed maniacally. “You have grown. Let’s see how much more you can take.” There speed increased, and the amount of them that came out jumped as well. It was like the Red Sea; the tide continued to come almost without stopping. “Absolvo ancile.” A large blue shield covered Harry’s body, leaving no spot open. When the spells struck the shield, he was pushed back until he hit the stone wall. The spells continued, actually pushing him back into the wall, leaving an imprint of his body.

Lucius finally stopped when debris began to block his view. Harry panted and stared the man down. They were both exhausted, but neither would yield. “Sir, do you need assistance?”

“No! Stay out of this. This is far more personal than you know,” Lucius seethed, venom dripping from every word.

“Bombarda!” Harry cried as a giant yellow spell came out. Power radiated off the spell and Harry smiled, since there was only one shield that could block that spell.

“Finite imante.” A shield came in front of Lucius made just to block Harry’s spell. Throwing all of his magic into it, Harry watched as sparks flew. His shield began to bend, and his spell faded.

‘One last chance,’ Harry thought as he couldn’t fire off any more spells. Dashing forward, Harry rammed into Lucius. Unsheathing his katana, he cut down four of the Death Eaters that were in his way.

“Crucio!” Lucius cried with the other standing Death Eater.

Hot tears streamed down Harry’s cheeks as he flew backward through the room and onto a table, which shattered due to his weight and the speed that he flew backward.

“Advara kedavara!” Susan cried out, taking down the Death Eater.

Ginny stood up and pointed her wand at Lucius. “Advara kedavara!” His body seemed to shake as the spell hit him. He sputtered blood and fell to his knees.

“Goodbye, Potter. But I will see you soon in hell…” Lucius stated before falling face down onto the ground.

Harry opened his eyes and stood up. “Thank you. So you two are feeling better?” Harry asked, falling down to a knee. “If so, then help me walk. I’m spent.”

“Master!” they both cried, standing on each side and sliding his arms around their shoulders to support him.

“Harry!” the twins cried as Ginny and Susan came out holding the young man. There were bodies everywhere. Some were bleeding, others groaning, and some not moving at all. The twins, Bellatrix, and Narcissa ran forward, offering to help Harry. Tonks, Sypher, and Jagon were checking for any more enemy activity, while Luna had that glazed-over look in her eyes again.

“You should have seen him in action.... He held off Lucius, then cut down four other Death Eaters. He was amazing,” Ginny said admiringly.

“And I can see your bra, Gin,” Fred stated with a devious smile. “Wow… just wow.”

“Yeah, how can you leave and forget a tee-shirt?” George asked, waving his wand and making a shirt for his sister.

“My master wanted me without one,” Ginny said, laughing and pointing at her hurt boyfriend.

“Not helping. We can’t hurt him; the Death Eaters got to him first,” Fred and George stated, making a joke. They ran out into the rain and once out of the ward’s boundaries, they activated the portkey and took off.

~Back at Harry’s Mansion~

He was bedridden and in his mind there really isn’t anything worse. The crucio caused some major damage and he would have to stay in bed; their healing spells couldn’t handle this kind of damage. The only remedy that the older women could see is a long stay at his home. If they channeled their magics, they could keep Harry’s dummy going at Hogwarts for a while yet.

There was a creek outside of his door. Slowly, it opened just a creek. He could see the light filtering in and there was a figure with flaming red hair staring at him in his bed. “Harry? Can I come in?”

“Of course, Gin. I wouldn’t mind a little company,” Harry said in a raspy voice. “Sorry. The curse did a little more damage than I originally thought. Come on and sleep next to me. I really want the company.”

Ginny walked in, wearing a pair of tight blue jeans and a black hoodie. She crawled in next to Harry and rested her head on his shoulder. There was a silence, though it wasn’t uncomfortable. Still, though, Harry could sense it. She was calm in a strange sense, but Harry’s slave still. They built a mental link and Harry could feel her apprehension. “Is there something bothering you?”

“Yes. I know that this is going to seem demanding, but I need you to do something for me. I need you to take me,” Ginny stated, her face was buried in his chest and he could feel the hot tears that fell from her eyes.

“Why the sudden need?” Harry asked, rubbing the back of her head, gently massaging it with his fingertips and letting her hair fall through his fingers.

“Dean… Seamus… my family… and Hermione…” Ginny said between sobs. “They weren’t the only ones that took advantage of me in that manner. The Chamber of Secrets--”

“Don’t say it,” Harry stated. His voice was cold and sent chills down her spine. “I knew that there was something more to that incident. I promise you, Ginny,” Harry placed his hand under her chin and lifted her face to meet his, “I will do more than kill him. I’ll dominate him, torture him, and cause him so much pain.” Taking his thumb, he brushed away her tears. “You don’t have to ask anymore. I’ll do this, and it isn’t a chore for me.”

“Harry, the things he did to me in that chamber have changed me so much.” She reburied her face. “It’s like… I’m nothing since it. A god damned whore. First Riddle, then Dean and Seamus. No one came, just like Voldemort said no one would. He tortured me and took my virginity. I couldn’t stop it… I couldn’t stop anything.”

“Well, I’m late… but I’m here now,” Harry said, running his hands down her spine and back up. “I’ll stomp them all -- teach them something that they will never forget. Tomorrow I’ll get your brother, Dean, and Seamus. They won’t know what hit them.” He sighed. “I will always come for you. I may be late, but I’ll always be there. No one will ever do that to you again,” he pledged to her.

“Please, just for tonight, take it all away,” Ginny begged, seizing his hand. “I know that you love me, or at least care. I need this.” She leaned into his neck and he felt her warm breath, smelt the scent of flowers, and felt her silky smooth skin.

He didn’t need any convincing. This is something that they would have both wanted. He didn’t wear a shirt or a pair of pants, as his wounds were just addressed a little bit ago; all that was on him was his boxers. Gently, he pushed Ginny on top of his body and pushed on her chest. She was towering above his form and lifted up her hoodie slowly to tease him.

Her chest bounced up and down without a bra. Eagerly, she tossed her shirt off to the side of the bed. He could feel the pressure in his pants, almost as if he would rip through his underwear and her blue jeans. “Ginny, you’re truly beautiful,” Harry complimented as he sat up. He groaned a little and pressed his lips to hers.

Their lips crashed, releasing years of pent-up frustration that would be released all tonight. They smacked and licked. Raising his left hand, Harry massaged her breast and lowered his lips. He gently nibbled and sucked on her neck. Ginny’s back arched and she threw her head back, letting out a low moan. “Please, Harry. More.”

Lowering his hands, he pried off her pants. “Gin, I can’t move all that well,” Harry said in a low, husky voice. “Take off your pants and underwear, then lay on your back.” Obediently, she stood up and wrapped her left arm around the bedpost. Shaking her hips, she unbuttoned her pants and wriggled out of them. They were around her ankles, and with a swift kick she moved them off of the bed.

Harry loved her underwear. It was a red lacy pair of panties that hugged her hips perfectly. She flipped her hair and let a few strands fall over her face. With a hungry look, she placed her thumbs on the waistband and slowly pulled them down. She had trim pubic hair that showed the pathway to her most private region.

Very slowly, she lowered it down around her ankles. She pulled out her legs and sat down on Harry’s lap. “I’ll only listen if you promise to be gentle this time.” Harry nodded his head, much to Ginny’s delight. Slowly, she lay down on her back and grasped Harry’s hand. “I’m ready.”

“Are you sure about this, Ginny? I mean, are you ready?” Harry asked.

“Of course!” Ginny exclaimed. She knew that everyone was downstairs and awake, but she asked that she could spend the night alone with Harry and met no objections. “I wouldn’t have come up here in the first place if I didn’t think this all the way through.”

Harry chuckled at her openness. Carefully, he spread her legs wide open, admiring her fitness, toned and beautiful body. Over a million thoughts came through his mind, but he knew what he was doing. He ran his fingers over her stomach and let them fall into the dip of her bellybutton. His lips touched her creamy inner legs and slowly he blew on her lips.

She gasped and pushed her hips forward. Harry laughed at her eagerness and pressed his fingers into her. She moaned and Harry twisted his fingers around inside of her. Lowering his tongue, he gently sucked on her clit. She groaned and Harry took it as a thank you. He continued his work and she began to twist her hips from side to side then up and down.

Harry felt her walls constrict and he retracted his fingers immediately. Placing his mouth over her slit, he pried it open with both of his fingers and drilled forward with his tongue. Her cream spilt out and on to his tongue. Greedily, he sucked it all up and smiled. “Don’t think that I am done just yet. I need to make sure that you feel great after this.”

He positioned himself between her legs and smiled reassuringly back down at her. He pressed his tip in and slowly moved inch by inch in. She gripped the sheets of her bed tightly between her fists. “If it’s too big, I can wait a little. I mean, I’m a lot taller than you,” Harry offered.

“Yeah, just give me a minute,” Ginny asked, panting. They were still for a second, then Harry lowered his face to his lover, giving her a quick kiss on the lips. The love the two felt seemed to be freed as their lips made contact. “Okay, it feels a lot better now. Please keep going.”

Harry pulled out slowly, then thrusted back in, earning a small moan. He went as fast as his heartbeat. He was relaxed and moving at a decent pace, but it was getting harder. She was wet and getting wetter. It was slick and smoother than he imagined. Cho wasn’t half as tight as Ginny.

“Faster. Please, oh Merlin Harry, faster,” Ginny begged. Harry continued to go faster and faster, still trying to match his heart. Ginny was in bliss. Her entire body was on fire, and it seemed to get stronger and stronger. In that instant, Harry grew larger, thicker, and a little longer.

“Ginny, I can’t hold out for much longer,” Harry stated. The squeak of the mattress continued as Harry bounced on top of Ginny.

“Harry, let go. It’s fine,” she stated between moans and gasps for air. He felt the walls constrict so tight that his skin might peel back and off of his body. Ginny screamed as Harry released and came into her.

“I’m not done,” Harry said getting on his knees and lifting up Ginny into a doggy-style position. Pressing back into Ginny, he thrusted harder than before.

Her arms quivered as she grabbed the post of the bed to support her better. “More, Harry. Just a little more,” Ginny demanded. Harry picked up the pace, but was losing his strength. Grasping her hips, he fell backward and pulled Ginny on top of him. She let out a little yelp of surprise, but immediately caught onto Harry’s idea.

Placing her knees at each side of Harry she turned to face him. Harry screamed and began to piston up into her body, matching her when she went up and came back down.

Grasping her hips, he squeezed her rear as his veins began to bulge in his arms. He could see a benevolent smile come over her face. Her chest stuck out as her back arched, then both came in unison.

Ginny immediately collapsed on his chest, both coated in sweat and panting hard. ‘It wasn’t all that I expected. I wanted gentle and got out of control,’ Ginny thought, tears swelling up in her eyes. ‘He must think that I am a whore or something.’

“Ginny, knock it off,” Harry demanded, reaching for his pants and pulling out two cigarettes. “Did you enjoy what happened?”

She took hold of one and lit it up. “Yeah. How does this device work?”

“You have to breath in the smoke. If you liked it, then what’s the problem?”

“I wanted to--” Ginny shot the smoke out and let out a small cough, “be gentle. I know what I said, but… what we did just now… I can’t imagine what you think of me.” Another tear fell from her cheek.

“No, I already told you that. You want to know what I think?” Harry asked, wrapping his arm around her shoulder. “I think that you are a wonderful person with a god-awful past. Your kind, considerate, loving, and today you showed that by killing the man that would have killed me. I know that it wasn’t anything that you have ever done, but you saved my life like I would do for you. And I think that I am in love with you.”

Ginny rolled over and kissed him on the lips. “I wanted to hear that for so long. Thank you.” Resting her head on his shoulder, she looked up at him, a peaceful expression on her face. “I know that you’ll be big, Harry. You’ll kill that monster and together we’ll be happy.”

Harry smiled and fell asleep, his dreams almost warded off by Ginny.

~Downstairs with Bella, Narcissa, Tonks, and Susan~

“You know what those two are doing together right now, right?” Narcissa asked with a sadistic smile. Bellatrix laughed with Tonks.

“Oh, Merlin, Ginny. You’re so hot,” Tonks began, taking Bellatrix’s hand and making her stand. Her form and voice changed immediately to Harry’s. “I command that you get naked.”

“Oh, yes, Master,” Bellatrix said, playing the role of Ginny. She pressed her face to Tonks’ and began to pretend to make out. “Yes, Master.”

Everyone was in hysterics, other than Susan. “That’s not all that funny. I wanted to be his first.”

Both Tonks and Bellatrix stopped. They stared at the girl who was now looking down at the table in disbelief. It took a moment, but Narcissa opened her mouth. “Honestly, you wouldn’t have been.” Susan looked up with tears in her eyes. “There isn’t anything wrong with you. I don’t mean that. It’s just that he is Harry Potter. From what I heard of Pansy, there is a pool going to see who would sleep with him next. He hasn’t been a virgin for a while now.”

“I didn’t think so either,” Tonks began, “for two reasons. For one, when he was in bed with Bellatrix and me, he didn’t try anything, didn’t get excited, and knew how to comfort the both of us. Also, look at his past. Those muggles he stayed with treated him awful. Dumbledore allowed him to be abused that way, so in a way he is a little messed up. He never felt love or affection, with all of those other girls and he probably felt wanted and needed. In his mind that was love. It’s what the Weasleys showed him and what he was tricked into,” Tonks concluded.

“I mean, it’s not his fault he’s this way, but he’s stopped. I can tell by the glares of the female population of the school,” Bellatrix added.

“He’s changed and it’s because of you and Ginny mostly. So what if you didn’t have his virginity? You have his heart, as we all do. You have something far greater and far stronger than any girl who ever shared Harry’s bed,” Narcissa said, placing a hand on Susan’s shoulder and rubbing it assuringly. “C’mon. It’s late and we have school in the morning. Time for bed,” she added, trying to lighten the girl’s mood.

With a smile and a quick laugh from Susan, they went back into their bedrooms to sleep the rest of the night away.

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Everyone I'm sorry about the long wait. I had a lot of work to do to pay off the wedding and honeymoon. It won't happen again and I really am sorry to all of you that wanted an update sooner.

Lycus-I was planning on doing something like that but I couldn't figure out how to go about it thanks for the idea

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