The Path to Sex

Harry paced around his apartment, more nervous than he had been before O.W.L.s. More nervous than he had even been before his final battle with Voldemort. It had been easy back then. Harry had known what was right and wrong. He had known that if he had screwed up… well he wouldn’t have to worry about it any more. Now, everything was different. His relationship with Ginny was serious. Harry knew that if he screwed it up that He’d never be able to forgive himself. He couldn’t imagine a life without Ginny. He was sure that he’d never find anyone else like her in his life. Harry couldn’t afford to screw up.
Earlier that day Ginny had sent an owl saying that she would like to come over that evening. Harry had quickly responded, but was confused by the gesture. Normally, Ginny just apparated on the front steps of his house in Godric’s Hallow without much warning. Her note, however, just seemed too formal.
“Why would she write me?” he thought. “I hope everything isn’t going to be awkward tonight.” There was still more than five hours until Ginny said she was going to come over. Yet Harry’s stomach was all ready tied up in knots. He was excited about the prospect of something happening, but at the same time utterly terrified about what could go wrong.
In the end, Harry started pacing to try to work his nerves down. As he walked back and forth, he randomly transfigured his furniture into increasingly random objects. This continued for some minutes until Harry suddenly walked smack into the side of an Elephant that was lumbering towards the kitchen. The shock awoke Harry from his trance, and he quickly changed his house back to normal. Then, using a bit of transfiguration that would have made Professor McGonagall proud, Harry turned his bookcase into all the muggle gizmos and gadgets needed to watch television. Even as a wizard, Harry hadn’t been able to find better entertainment that T.V. As an added bonus, he wouldn’t even have to think while watching it.

Harry felt pure fear running down his spine. He turned, his eyes scanning rows of gravestones. Then, he heard the evil, high pitched voice.
“Harry…” it hissed. Harry knew that voice… it couldn’t be possible. Voldemort? Alive? There couldn’t have possibly been another hocrux. Dumbledore couldn’t have been wrong! Harry Had seen Voldemort fall! Harry had killed him!
“Harry…” it hissed again. Whirling, Harry saw the snake like face. Voldemort laughed high pitched voice. Suddenly, Harry felt a tugging on his arm. Looking down, he saw the Basilisk had sunk its teeth into his flesh! Harry tried to scream, but found no sound could pass through his lips. He heard someone shout his name one last time before the image faded.

Abruptly, Harry realized that he had been dreaming. As he tried to regain consciousness, he still felt the tugging on his arm. Someone was here!
“Expelliarmus!” He thought, his wand already in his other hand. He could feel his attacker jump back. It was dark out; too dark to see who had broke into his house and was trying to kill him. The assailant started to speak. A curse? Harry instantly put his attacker under the full body bind and lifted them up into the air by merely thinking Levicorpus. Keeping his wand pointed at the now helpless stranger, Harry walked over to the wall and flipped on the lights. The sight that met his eyes made Harry want to die of embarrassment.
Floating upside down a meter above the ground was Ginny. What made the situation worse was that her robes had fallen down over her head, giving Harry an unobstructed sight of his girlfriends’ beautiful body, previously unseen by Harry’s eyes. Harry couldn’t help but stand there in amazement, wondering how on earth he had been lucky enough to land a marvel such as Ginny. All that prevented Harry from seeing the part of Ginny that he wanted most was a small pair of white knickers. He instantly felt his desire roar to life. However, the pain of his erection pushing against his pants quickly brought him back down to earth.
“Merlin!” He exclaimed. “What have I done? I’m terribly sorry Ginny! I didn’t mean to! You see I was having this bad dream, and then woke up to feel you tugging on my arm. I thought you were Voldemort!” Harry continued spouting apologies as he removed the spells that he had placed on his girlfriend. Finally, the full body bind being removed, Ginny was able to speak.
“It’s o.k. Harry.” She stated. “I shouldn’t have woken you up. You and Mad Eye Moody…” She stated, ending with a sincere chuckle.
“I’m just bloody paranoid” Harry stated. “Like Moody was…” Harry trailed off, caught in thought about his friends that he had lost in the war.
“I’m sorry Harry,” Ginny started. “I didn’t mean to bring him up.”
“It’s all right,” Harry responded. “He was a great man. He deserves to be remembered, not forgotten.” Ginny only responded with silence. Harry said
“Now’s not the time for remembering though. We should be trying to look towards the future.”
“Since when did you become so philosophical?” Ginny teased. Unable to find a response, Harry simply stepped over to Ginny and wrapped her in a strong embrace. However, Harry almost instantly recoiled after feeling his excitement press against Ginny’s stomach. He did not want her to think of him as some pervert who had got excited about Ginny’s situation. Which, Harry reminded himself, was entirely true.
“What’s wrong?” Ginny answered, earnestly concerned.
“Uhh... sore back?” Harry replied.
“Turn around” Ginny demanded. Harry, dutifully obeying, turned his back to Ginny. Instantly, Harry felt a firm grip on his back, and Ginny began to massage his shoulders. Surprisingly, Harry felt his worries melt away.
After a few minutes, the massage stopped. Harry felt as if he was born anew, without a worry in the world.
“Wow Ginny. That was amazing! Where did you learn to give a massage like that?” Harry asked. However, Ginny was standing a couple meters away.
“My mom” she stated, pocketing her wand. Harry gaped.
“What you thought I did that with my hands?” Ginny asked, starting to laugh.
“Well yeah” Harry countered. “It certainly felt like it.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment to my ability as a witch” Ginny stated smugly. Then she walked over to Harry and gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek. Next, coyly, she started walking towards the kitchen. Harry grabbed her hand however, and pulled her towards him. Wrapping his arms around her back, Harry pulled her into a deep kiss. Harry felt Ginny’s lips open beneath his, and he took the opportunity to briefly meet her tongue in the spaces between their mouths. After a few seconds, the couple had to pull apart for air. Ginny looked Harry straight in the eyes, and whispered
“Harry, I love you.”
“I love you too” Harry responded. Immediately the two crashed back together in a round of passionate kissing. Harry, driven by his need, pulled Ginny down onto the couch. Minutes flew by as each enjoyed the feel of each others face, the taste of the other’s mouth. Tentatively at first, Harry began to run his hands over the clothes covering Ginny’s back. She responded in kind, leading Harry to act more boldly. By now, the kisses had deepened into full tongue battles, but had slowed. The less frantic pace let Harry run his hands over Ginny’s back, her shoulders, her neck, and her stomach. Ginny, in turn, was doing the same. Gradually, gaining confidence, Harry let his hands inch closer and closer to Ginny’s chest. Each time his hands would rub nearer to his goal, Harry had to fight to keep himself under control. He desperately wanted Ginny, but was too afraid to show it. Unbeknownst to him, she was in the same position.
Finally, after what seemed years of strategic maneuvering, Harry’s hand brushed up against Ginny’s left breast. He was expecting some kind of response, maybe a gasp, moan, or recoil, but it seemed Ginny had hardly noticed. Harry tried again. Still, no response. Finally, Harry ran his hand over Ginny’s whole breast. This time, Ginny leaned into him. A million thoughts ran through Harry’s mind. Did she like it? Was it any different than touching other parts of her body? Was she just putting up with it? Despite his concerns, Harry continued to massage Ginny through her robes.
Harry was starting to get frustrated by Ginny’s lack of response. His own body burned with desire to be touched, yet Ginny seemed no to notice anything different at all. Finally, Harry reached his had down the front of Ginny’s robes and started to rub the upper portion of her cleavage. This earned Harry his much sought after gasp, but Ginny continued on like nothing was wrong. This continued on for a few minutes before Harry could barely move his arm any longer. He pulled his hands out of Ginny’s robes and started slowing down the kisses. As the two pulled apart, Harry looked deeply into Ginny’s eyes. He couldn’t find any trace of fear or betrayal there, only love. They started in for another kiss, but Harry’s clock chimed eleven. Ginny jumped up.
“Oh shoot!” She exclaimed. “I have work tomorrow morning!” She jumped up, grabbing her stuff quickly heading to the door.
“I love you!” She called.
“Ginny, wait!” Harry called back. “Was that uhh… you know… o.k.?” Harry asked meekly.
“It was nice…” Ginny responded, somewhat embarrassed, yet truthful. “However, I think I need to repay you.”
“Really?” Harry asked, images of all sorts of things Ginny would do for him flowing through his mind. Rather, he found himself unable to move, upside down, and hovering a meter above the couch.
“Good night!” Ginny called, laughing heartily. “See you tomorrow.” Unable to respond, Harry hung there helplessly, wondering how he would get down. However, as Ginny apparated back home, Harry felt himself crash face first into the couch as the spell was removed.
“Well…” he thought, “It was a start. Hopefully she liked it.”
Then, unable to contain himself any longer, Harry headed off to his bedroom to relieve the excitement that he had built up over the course of the night.

A/N: I hope this chapter was better than the last one. Thank you so much for the reviews. I’m in desperate need of a beta though. Will someone who has an interest in this story please contact me and give me a hand?