Burning Desire/Happy Birthday

I walked in, and looked around. His room was just as I had set it up before he came. I pained me to do so, but Mum needed help. With pain and hurt of Harry tearing my heart out still burning me, I still managed to make his room look good.. I then looked to his Bed. Perfectly made... Harry much have done it. Ron doesn't make his own bed very often, or at all, and Hermione is always going on about how "making the bed is useless; it wastes more the five minutes of your life every morning; so that's over 35 minutes a week, Blah, Blah.."

Then I looked over to his chest. My raging heart sank. It was packed?.... I blinked and walked closer. He had pants, shirt and hoody out... Not bedclothes.. The only thing that was out of his chest was his broom, and invisibility cloak.. Both on the chair by the door, ready to go. I felt a dagger sink through my heart. He was leaving. The bloody Git was leaving...

My face went blank as I felt my eyes burn a hole to where I knew Harry was standing right now... He was leaving.... He was going to run off on some damn foolish crusade with Hermione and Ron, like he always did, and leave me. Did he forget I was with him during the attack in the Ministry? Did he Forget I was also at the bottom of the stair case of the astronomy tower, fighting and waiting, Wondering it was HIM that the Dark Mark had been raised for?!!

Not being able to trust myself when he came out, I put my wand on his nightstand. I then sat on his bed, (more like leaned, and looked at the door...) Oh, when he walked out of that door, he was going to pay... He'd HAVE to hear me out, I'd make sure of it... I was going to rip him to limb from bloody limb....

As I sat there, waiting for him, I remembered our last encounter.. The wedding...

I had been giving this horrid, Pink and rose dress that was definitely "Made in France.." I had hated it, and so had Mum and Dad.. anything that made Phlegm say, "My Goodzzness!, Z'he' got a Fig'ure after all!!" was not a dress for Ginny Weasley. I was a older teenager now, with long legs, Fully-formed hips and waist, and.. YES... BOOBS!! Forgive me for being insulted when people where Surprised that i had a figure!! From now on I think I'll stick to plain, earthy, cotton clothes like my white and red sun dress, Thank you.....

And Harry had worn new Black, Red, and Gold oriental robes... He looked older to.. Or at least older then i remember. He was still Thin, Green eyed, and black haired, But it was odd for me to see him.. in real life, not in my dreams.. as the man i knew he was going to grow into. His childhood and teenage features seeming to have melted over the past year, Leaving a Fully-formed adult in it's place...

Once we saw one another, neither of us wanted to look away. He looked so... Resolved. Determined. And then we looked at one another, and the look changed. That lustful and hungry look of need that I knew all to well.. there was no need denying that me and Harry were physical attracted to one another, was there? He had to stop himself from Snogging me senseless to ask me out the night we won the house cup, and many times after..

It had worsened when the wedding party had to dance. I danced with Bill's best friend, Michel. Michel was older, and not my type. But he had made me laugh, and knew how to dance. If it wasn't for him, I never would of made that walk down to the alter with Harry watching me.

For a joke, at the end of the dance, Michel spun me around, and dipped me just a little. Everyone got a kick out of it, even Fleur... Everyone but Harry. His eyes turned from the sad, pained, and hungry look that had on his face, to one of angry, betrayal, and jealousy. When Michel pulled me back up, time I looked for Harry again, he was gone. I had actually felt bad for the Prat...

I looked around for him, and couldn't for the life of me find him... But I did feel his eyes on me. So I decided to let the hunter become the prey... for just a little while... I walked, alone to the empty corridor that didn't go anywhere but from the side of the exit, to a secret door on the left of the ballroom. (Fleur had falty refused to have the wedding at the burrow... I didn't see why not, but...) I walked slowly towards the other door at the end of the hall, and low and behold... he was right behind me..

I turned around, ready to explain what happened and talk to him.. I wasn't prepared for what happened next... He was still walking towards me, Eyes burning, anger flying, and he grabbed me and pressed me between him and the wall behind me, with his hands on my ribs..

My eyes widened, my heart raced, and I back further into the wall..

We stayed there a few seconds.. Both of out hearts racing.. His was being fueled by years of frustration, Jealousy with anger.. I was fueled by fright and adrenaline... I felt my body blaze in three places; My Mind, My heart.. And.... Well, I believe the third is obvious. Then once I was right where he wanted me, when he was done hovering over me, and had enough of just staring into eyes... He Kissed me... No, He engulfed...

It was like being hit by a train and finding yourself in heaven.. It scared me for a few seconds.. But once his tongue had found it's way into the equation, I forgot. I tried to contain myself, I didn't mean to lose control, but I did. His control of the situation seemed to fuel him, too... I could feel his started to get erect, and it excited me in return. I was nervous and getting wet, but I didn't care. I didn't want to stop. My arms wrapped around his neck, and I don't know how, but I pressed myself closer to him. How I did managed that, I don't know, but I did. Instinctively, I lifted a leg up, and to make the classic Wall-ravaging picture that stayed glued in my mind since them.

He grabbed my leg, and pressed even more forcefully against me.. both of us started to move our hips against one another, and as hard as we could... I felt my body blazing at this point as we pressed harder and harder against one another. I was quite aware there where was only a few millimeters of fabric between him and me and after a few seconds, I was upset that there was even that... But Harry became so hard at that point, I wondered if he could somehow break though the robes...

That thought sent another blaze through me, but this time my whole body. I Shuttered as the thought ran through, lighting every nerve on it's way... The Kissing had made me forget what I was doing; A Vision of Harry taking me against the wall, despite the fabric, lit me in a primal way, and made me want to do a whole list of other things I hadn't thought of until now.

I broke the kiss to tilt my head back and let out a moan that was stuck in my throat, burning to come out... The response from Harry was more then I could had hoped for. His body shutter from the moan, It seemed to have lit him on another level as well.. Then he growled and lifted my other leg, the only leg that was still on the ground, and with one swift motion, pulled my leg up, pushed my body up, and with the hardest push he had given so far, held me without the benefit of legs in the air between him and the wall... I hadn't realized I had let out a gasp as he did this, but I did now... I Tilted my head back as I savored the feel of Harry's hips and erection crashing against my body... My lower body was now aching painfully, Screaming for Harry to enter me..

"Oh, God..." I moaned.. Please, god please, let my dream come true; let Harry take me now..

My hand wrapped tighter around his neck. And I felt his body press against mine. I was mad that my dress was bunched between my legs now, mostly hang between where Harry was most wanted... How much better would this feel if it wasn't there?... This dress was quickly becoming my worse enemy.

Then Harry started kissed my neck... the curve in the middle of my throat, to the nap of my neck and down my collar bone, all the while, or hips still refusing to stop the painful rocking motion that had seemed to keep up gasping for breath and moaning.. Oh God, why was he torturing me? I thought. Kiss me, Yes, but please, god, Harry, take me..

"Harry, Please..." was all I get out before my throat caught again. It was Harry's turn to tilt his head up, and close his eyes and sigh now... He then stopped pushing his hips into mine lower his head down to my shoulder and took three large breaths.... Oh, no... I thought. I knew Harry.. He was going to calm himself down, get to where he felt in control again... then he would say had to stop, because it was "For the Best.." No... He couldn't stop this... This was my single greatest desire... the one thing we both wanted and needed... I couldn't let him end it... I had to do something...

Oh, No... He wasn't leaving me like this.. Not without a fight, or one hell of a orgasm..

He still held my legs, and i was still VERY much pressed up against him... And his neck was exposed... I wrapped one arm tight around Harry, and got myself ready for what I was about to do... If it worked, I'd get my wish... I just hoped it worked without Harry dropping me...

"Harrrrrrry...." I moaned, from the top of my throat, "Harry, Please...." I moaned again, as I kissed his throat, then lowered my kisses down to his collar bone... it was then I used my other hand to push myself up towards his at the same time, rubbing hard and fast against him, but this time going up... I know how it felt for me, wicth was amazing... But for Harry, I must had been out of this world, because he immediately gasped, his head snapped back, and he sucked in quick intake of air.... a gasp that sounded like a match being lit.. his hands, then they shook and loosened, but keep there grip...

Oh, yes... I had won...

Harry growled and pushed himself harder against me. The only thoughts coming from Ether of us where, "NEED... WANT... TAKE.. NOW..."

"You have no idea what you've started, Ginny..." Harry growled lowly into my ear, causing me to shiver again.. Tightening his grip on my legs.. Even tighter this time... A Sense of foreboding fallowed, as he moved himself directly in front of me...

"No idea at all..."

And I never found out... Right then, a large BANG was heard as the main door from the Ballroom was slammed opened the reception was over; Bill and Fleur were being escorted to the car, then off to their honey moon... if someone was to walk right, and look down the corridor, they would see them.. And how ever unlikely, the fact that they could get caught complexly deflated the mood...

Harry immediately place me back on my feet, while yelling, "God Bloody damn it!" I fixed my dress, and Harry "righted" the front of his robes. we stood for a few moments, still gasping, as we listened to the unseen group of celebrators file out... Harry and I where recovering, the effects of the last ten minutes fading away as we waited. None of them turned right... none of them looked down the corridor.. At least not until..

"OI! There you two are!"

"Wocther, Ron.." Harry said, a bit exasperated. OH, I wanted to Hex him...

"Come on you two, we're seeing the Newlyweds off... let's go..."

Ron turned around and race to catch up with the group... Before I could turn and talk to Harry, he was already headed that way as well... I couldn't run as fast as him with my heels on. So by the time i got to the door, Harry, Ron, and Hermione where gone...

I sighed and seared at that memory... had i just decided to walk down the corridor 10 minutes earlier... But that was two weeks ago.. I should be worrying about now... I listened harder as I heard the shower turn off. Still sitting on Harry's bed, I narrowed my eyes and waited. I heard him brush his teeth, grumbling about his hair as he dried it, and heard the hamper cover open and close.. I narrowed my eyes as Harry Potter, The boy-who-was-about-to-be-reamed, opened the bath room door, and stepped out, in only his boxers on... and looked at me, and froze.

"About time you came out..." I snapped.