True Friendship

Ever since they embarked upon their search for the Horcruxes, Harry couldn’t help but think about her. He wished she could be with him. He stared at her dot on the Marauder’s Map, wishing he could be there with her.

Her birthday present had stuck with him, despite Ron’s attempt to make him feel guilty about it, as if it had been his choice.

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“Harry, will you come in here a moment?”

It was Ginny. Ron came to an abrupt halt, but Hermione took him by the elbow and tugged him on up the stairs. Feeling nervous, Harry followed Ginny into her room.

He had never been inside it before. It was small, but bright. There was a large poster of the Wizarding band the Weird Sisters on one wall, and a picture of Gwenog Jones, Captain of the all-witch Quidditch team the Hollyhead Harpies, on the other. A desk stood facing the open window, which looked out over the orchard where he and Ginny had once played two-a-side Quidditch with Ron and Hermione, and which now housed a large, pearly white marquee. The golden flag on top was level with Ginny’s window.

Ginny looked up into Harry’s face, took a deep breath, and said, “Happy seventeenth.”

“Yeah… thanks.”

She was looking at him steadily; he, however, found it difficult to look back at her; it was like gazing into a brilliant light.

“Nice view,” he said feebly, pointing toward the window.

She ignored this. He could not blame her.

“I couldn’t think what to get you,” she said.

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

She disregarded this too.

“I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you.”

He chanced a glance at her. She was not tearful; that was one of the many wonderful things about Ginny, she was rarely weepy. He had sometimes thought that having six brothers must have toughened her up.

She took a step closer to him.

“So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.”

“I think dating opportunities are going to pretty thin on the ground, to be honest.”

“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she whispered, and then she was kissing him as she had never kissed him before, and Harry was kissing her back, and it was blissful oblivion, better than firewhiskey; she was the only real thing in the world, Ginny, the feel of her, one hand at her back and one in her long, sweet-smelling hair –

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He ignored what had happened after that, longing to cherish the memory of their last kiss together. All he wanted now was to feel her lips against his once more, to hold her in his arms again. He thought he could even smell her intoxicating, flowery scent on the air as he stared up at the tent ceiling.

“Harry…?”

His heart stopped. He immediately stood up, his hand curled around the want in his pocket, ready to draw it at a moment’s notice.

“Who’s there?” he shouted, gripping his wand tightly. “Show yourself!”

The tent flap slid aside and a beautiful girl stepped inside. She was of average height, had light skin peppered with freckles, and long, flowing, fiery red hair. He took only a moment to register this before she was in his arms, his lips devouring hers as they had never before. She seemed stunned for only a moment before kissing back, her delicate hands reaching up and curling in his unruly black hair.

Harry eventually broke the kiss and stared down, unable to keep the wide smile off of his face as he looked into Ginny Weasley’s eyes. She blushed, and moved a bit of hair out of her face as she stared back, her fingertips idly playing with a lock of his hair.

“Hi…” she whispered, nibbling on her bottom lip. He chuckled and pulled her back into his arms, leaning down to smother her neck in soft kisses while his hands slid into her robes and behind her, massaging her lower back. She gasped a bit as she felt him press his growing arousal against her, but her hands soon decided to do their own work, sliding down and under his shirt, moving over his chest and abs, fingertips dancing over his Quidditch-toned muscles.

Ginny eventually pulled back, smiling to the Boy Who Lived, and pulled her robes off of her, revealing the completely nude body hidden beneath. He felt his pants tighten even more as she slid down onto her knees, her hands making quick work of his belt and trousers, sliding them down along with his underwear to set his rigid, throbbing cock free of its prison. He couldn’t stifle a deep groan as her lips slid over the head of his member, her tongue sliding around the tip as she took him in, inch by inch.

His hands curled into her hair as she began bobbing her head up and down, his cock sliding in and almost out of her mouth over and over again. He even began to thrust a bit, only enough so that she didn’t gag, his eyes misting over with pleasure as he felt those wet, smooth lips slide over his length.

He wouldn’t let her work him to fruition, though, and soon pulled her up from her kneeling position, his lips crashing against hers once more as he unbuttoned his shirt and threw it to the side. She pressed her body up against his and curled one leg gingerly around his calf, gently grinding against him, urging him to give her more.

Harry broke their kiss once more as he pulled Ginny back toward his bunk and sat down, moving the redhead into his lap. With a bit of repositioning of his hips, he soon slid completely inside her, his teeth softly biting down on her neck as she let out a deep moan. Her legs locked on either side of him, holding herself so that he was only a little more than halfway inside, her fingernails gently digging into his back as she tried to regain control of her breathing.

After a few moments, though, she slid fully down, enveloping his cock in one fluid motion. Her lips soon found his shoulder and she softly bit down as her hips rose, almost letting him completely out, before crashing back down. She continued this rhythm, starting to ride him in earnest, and he couldn’t help but moan against her neck, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he soon began to thrust up into her, wanting to hear her moan.

He continued to allow her to ride him for a little while longer before rolling them both over, pinning her beneath him and using his hips to part her legs wide, his cock driven deep inside her. As he looked into her eyes, he could see the lust, the want for more, and he was more than happy to provide her.

He moved his hand to pin one of her legs against his shoulder while she locked the other around his waist, and soon began to thrust in and out of her with more speed and force than before. Her back arched with each of his thrusts inward, and soon she was moaning so loudly that he wondered if the protective charms around the campsite would keep the sound in.

Her hands gripped his shoulders as she reached her first orgasm, nails digging into his skin, her lips parting to release his name in a long, deep, exceedingly loud moan. He grinned as he heard that and sped up, soon pistoning in and out of her so quickly that he wondered how long he could hold off. His free hand moved down between them and began to massage her clit; he was desperate to make her come at least once more before they finished.

Her body was covered with a thin sheen of sweat as her chest heaved up and down, her breathing labored. He leaned down, moving her leg so as not to hurt her, and took one of her nipples between his lips, sucking fiercely on it, though he made sure it wasn’t enough to cause her discomfort. Her moans became even louder then, and more frequent, and within moments her body shuddered violently, indicating her second and possibly third orgasms.

He slid out of her and leaned down, pressing kisses over her stomach and even down to just above the small tuft of bright red hair between her legs. He then quickly turned her over, pulling her up onto her knees, and positioned himself behind her. He leaned down and kissed between her shoulder blades.

“I think you’ll like this,” he whispered, one of his hands sliding underneath her to begin massaging her clit once again.
With one fluid thrust, he was completely buried inside her again, and was soon thrusting in and out a little faster than before, loving the soft slap of her rump against his pelvis. Her back arched downward and her head snapped back, her hair almost whipping his chest. She moaned loudly, her hands gripping his blankets while he drilled into her.

“Yessss… yesss!!!” she moaned, and he knew he was getting close.

He was able to hold off for only moments more before his climax hit him like a freight train.

“Ginnnyyyy….” He moaned out as he came inside her, his body trembling and shuddering as he released every last drop of his seed.
They collapsed on the bunk for a few moments, his cock still buried inside her, and managed to catch their breaths. With their last bit of strength, they moved so that they were lying normally on the bed, and soon fell asleep.

When Harry woke the next morning, he wasn’t surprised to find his face was buried in a forest of bushy brown hair.

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