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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female › Harry/Ginny
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Adult ++
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2
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21,717
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8
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Until I Take It Back
Until I Take It Back
My email is MaryJeanFelton@hotmail.com
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I do not own these characters, I\'m just borrowing them! ;)
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When Ginny woke up in the morning, still tied to Harry’s bed, she had no idea where she was for a moment. Then she caught sight of the view of the lake outside the window she could barely see through the crack in Harry’s bed curtains, the whole night before came flooding back to her. She remembered everything Harry had done to her and said to her, and she shuddered. But she no longer felt scared, all she felt was anger pulsing through her veins.
“What made Harry think he could do this to me?”
She thought. She could see Harry’s wand lying beside him, just a few inches out of reach from her tied fingertips.
“Accio wand” she tried to whisper through her gag, but all that came out was “Asssahahunuhmm.” The wand twitched. Ginny screwed up her eyes and tried to send all her energy towards it, and muttered one more time “Asssahahunuhmm!” This time the wand rolled over a few times into her outstretched fingers. Moving quickly and silently, she used the wand to untie her wrists and ankles. She pulled up her panties, and removed her gag, and slid out of bed and glided down the stairs of the boy’s dormitories into the common room. Once there, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was swimming with anger, and she hadn’t planned farther than her escape. Ginny stood where she was, and thought hard. A plan began to form in her head, unrolling almost as though with magic. In the back of her mind, she knew it was fantastic, that she couldn’t pull it off. But the rest of her knew that last night had changed her, and that while the old Ginny may not have been capable of extracting so much pain from someone, the new Ginny could. Especially Harry.
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Ginny dressed herself, left Harry’s wand on one of the tables and went down to breakfast. She had planned to find Michael and apologizing to him, but he found her first.
“Where were you last night Ginny?” Michael asked, looking thankfully more worried than upset. “I talked to Harry right before I left, and he said you were excited to see me. Was he lying?
“Um…” Ginny started, as she realized that she hadn’t planned for this. She had completely forgotten that once she found Michael that she would have to speak to him. “Well, you see,” She stuttered again. “I’m sorry Michael, Harry needed some help with something, really urgent. H-he wasn’t feeling well.” It was the first thing that came to Ginny’s mind, and it wasn’t really a lie. “I’m sorry”
“Oh. Is he ok?” Michael still looked worried, but Ginny guessed he didn’t feel like he should question it.
“Yeah. Look, we have another Hogsmeade weekend coming up soon, maybe we should do something then?” Ginny tried to keep the peace here. She didn’t need him after her, bothering her when she had other, more important things to do.
Michael looked appeased, agreed, and left Ginny to eat her breakfast in silence.
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After she ate, Ginny went to the library to do a little research. Since it was Sunday morning, everyone was outside and the place was almost deserted; Ginny was thankful. She pulled out
“The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6” and started to slip through the pages. She hoped she could master some of these more difficult spells by this afternoon, but she doubted she would have much trouble. The will to master them could only help, and she most certainly had the will.
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That evening in the halls outside of the common room, she saw Harry for the first time, but he didn’t see her. She came up the steps behind him, and stuck her wand into the small of his back.
“Smile” she hissed, as she pushed him into the common room and towards the stairs to the girl’s dormitories. Ginny knew the stairs would turn to a slide if he set foot on him, so she pulled her wand away from him far enough to do a little flick and swish and muttered “Wingardium Leviosa.” Harry floated an inch or so off the floor, and she charmed him up the steps toward her bed. Very few people were in the common room, seeing as how it would be dark in a few minutes everyone was outside catching the last bit of outdoor fun for the weekend.
They entered the deserted dormitories and Ginny put him on her bed, where chains immediately flew from her wand tip and bound Harry to her bed, then she summoned his wand and it flew towards her and landed at her feet. Ginny smiled, and walkedardsards Harry slowly, swinging her hips, and licking her lips before she spoke.
“Harry, I’ve been thinking about last night. Maybe you were right, maybe I was meant to be with you. Maybe I have been missing out all this time.” With a flick of her wand, Harry’s clothes were gone. Harry ed bed between scared and elated as Ginny straddled his naked body and ran her hands down his chest.
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**Sorry to leave you here, but I have SERIOUS writers block!! Get me started, what should happen now?**
My email is MaryJeanFelton@hotmail.com
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I do not own these characters, I\'m just borrowing them! ;)
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When Ginny woke up in the morning, still tied to Harry’s bed, she had no idea where she was for a moment. Then she caught sight of the view of the lake outside the window she could barely see through the crack in Harry’s bed curtains, the whole night before came flooding back to her. She remembered everything Harry had done to her and said to her, and she shuddered. But she no longer felt scared, all she felt was anger pulsing through her veins.
“What made Harry think he could do this to me?”
She thought. She could see Harry’s wand lying beside him, just a few inches out of reach from her tied fingertips.
“Accio wand” she tried to whisper through her gag, but all that came out was “Asssahahunuhmm.” The wand twitched. Ginny screwed up her eyes and tried to send all her energy towards it, and muttered one more time “Asssahahunuhmm!” This time the wand rolled over a few times into her outstretched fingers. Moving quickly and silently, she used the wand to untie her wrists and ankles. She pulled up her panties, and removed her gag, and slid out of bed and glided down the stairs of the boy’s dormitories into the common room. Once there, she didn’t know what to do. Her mind was swimming with anger, and she hadn’t planned farther than her escape. Ginny stood where she was, and thought hard. A plan began to form in her head, unrolling almost as though with magic. In the back of her mind, she knew it was fantastic, that she couldn’t pull it off. But the rest of her knew that last night had changed her, and that while the old Ginny may not have been capable of extracting so much pain from someone, the new Ginny could. Especially Harry.
*+*
Ginny dressed herself, left Harry’s wand on one of the tables and went down to breakfast. She had planned to find Michael and apologizing to him, but he found her first.
“Where were you last night Ginny?” Michael asked, looking thankfully more worried than upset. “I talked to Harry right before I left, and he said you were excited to see me. Was he lying?
“Um…” Ginny started, as she realized that she hadn’t planned for this. She had completely forgotten that once she found Michael that she would have to speak to him. “Well, you see,” She stuttered again. “I’m sorry Michael, Harry needed some help with something, really urgent. H-he wasn’t feeling well.” It was the first thing that came to Ginny’s mind, and it wasn’t really a lie. “I’m sorry”
“Oh. Is he ok?” Michael still looked worried, but Ginny guessed he didn’t feel like he should question it.
“Yeah. Look, we have another Hogsmeade weekend coming up soon, maybe we should do something then?” Ginny tried to keep the peace here. She didn’t need him after her, bothering her when she had other, more important things to do.
Michael looked appeased, agreed, and left Ginny to eat her breakfast in silence.
*+*
After she ate, Ginny went to the library to do a little research. Since it was Sunday morning, everyone was outside and the place was almost deserted; Ginny was thankful. She pulled out
“The Standard Book of Spells, Grade 6” and started to slip through the pages. She hoped she could master some of these more difficult spells by this afternoon, but she doubted she would have much trouble. The will to master them could only help, and she most certainly had the will.
*+*
That evening in the halls outside of the common room, she saw Harry for the first time, but he didn’t see her. She came up the steps behind him, and stuck her wand into the small of his back.
“Smile” she hissed, as she pushed him into the common room and towards the stairs to the girl’s dormitories. Ginny knew the stairs would turn to a slide if he set foot on him, so she pulled her wand away from him far enough to do a little flick and swish and muttered “Wingardium Leviosa.” Harry floated an inch or so off the floor, and she charmed him up the steps toward her bed. Very few people were in the common room, seeing as how it would be dark in a few minutes everyone was outside catching the last bit of outdoor fun for the weekend.
They entered the deserted dormitories and Ginny put him on her bed, where chains immediately flew from her wand tip and bound Harry to her bed, then she summoned his wand and it flew towards her and landed at her feet. Ginny smiled, and walkedardsards Harry slowly, swinging her hips, and licking her lips before she spoke.
“Harry, I’ve been thinking about last night. Maybe you were right, maybe I was meant to be with you. Maybe I have been missing out all this time.” With a flick of her wand, Harry’s clothes were gone. Harry ed bed between scared and elated as Ginny straddled his naked body and ran her hands down his chest.
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**Sorry to leave you here, but I have SERIOUS writers block!! Get me started, what should happen now?**