Rain

Meet Me in the Dark

“Hello, Potter,” Draco Malfoy drawled coldly, grey eyes piercing through his former arch nemesis’ green ones. “What brings you here this evening?”


“You’ve lived in the states for all of ten minutes, and already are responsible for a percentage of my workload,” Harry said, irritated.


“It’s been two years, actually. Did Pansy call you again?”


“Yes, Draco, she did. Were you throwing hexes at your wife again?”


“Is that what she told you?” Draco asked, looking mildly amused.


“What I don’t understand is why, after three years, you still won’t admit the truth to your wife,” Harry said evenly.


“What on earth are you on about, Potter?”


“Don’t play fool with me, Malfoy. I think you know exactly what I mean,” Harry shot back. Malfoy paled.


“You bite your tongue, Potter. You haven’t any idea what you are speaking about. And anything you may have seen, well that’s just---”


“Save it, Malfoy. I don’t want a detailed account of any tryst you and Zabini may have had, or still be having.,” Harry said, putting up a hand.


“If you tell anyone about that, Potter--”


“Look, I don’t care about your personal life, Malfoy. Shag whomever you want to, but stop abusing your wife…maybe you could tell her the truth while you’re at it. Or at least seek a divorce.”


“Don’t presume to tell me how to live my life, Potter.”


“I am telling you this. Stop abusing your wife. I don’t want to have to be called out here for this again. If I am, you will spend a few nights in Azkaban, that much I promise you,” Harry said coolly, and turned to leave.


Harry sat down at his desk, back at the Barn. Confronting Draco again was not number one on his list of things he wanted to do.


Draco had married Pansy three years before. His mother insisted that he marry her, to make his father proud. Harry felt sure he was the only one aside from Blaise Zabini who knew Draco was gay. It was only by accident he even knew about it. Five years before, he had seen the pair at a dark table in the Hog’s Head, looking more than a little friendly.


Lucius Malfoy had been broken out of Azkaban after Harry’s sixth year, and was grievously injured in the final battle. That was the only thing that had kept him out of Azkaban again. Instead, he was sent to St. Mungo’s. He lived to see his son married to a pureblood, and Pansy had been pregnant at the time of his death, two years ago. The stress from the move to the states, coupled with a few well placed hexes thrown by her husband, had caused Pansy to give birth four months early. The girl had not survived.


Harry had been called to Draco’s home at least two other times in the last year. What he could not understand is why Pansy did not just leave. Their marriage was, and had always been, loveless. He surmised she stayed married to Draco because he was a Pureblood in high social standing.


Harry was roused from his thoughts when a letter shot through the floo and landed on his desk. He tore it open, recognizing Hermione’s familiar pen.


Dear Harry,

How have you been? Well I hope. I was wondering if you had any holiday time to speak of? Ron and I would like very much if you would drop in for dinner tomorrow night. Floo me back and let me know!

Love,
Hermione


Harry stared at the parchment. He hadn’t seen Hermione and Ron in a few months. Dinner would be nice. He scrawled an acceptance of the invite and flooed it back to the Weasley home.


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Harry pulled back the sheets and climbed into his bed. Dinner tomorrow night at the Weasleys’ would be nice. Funny to think of them that way, he thought. For so long the “Weasleys” were Molly, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred and George, Ron, and Ginny.


Ginny. That was the second time he had thought about her in less than twenty-four hours. He shook his head to try and rid himself of the nostalgia. He leaned into his pillow and closed his eyes, letting sleep overtake him.

“Meet me in the dark, Harry, in the Room of Requirement. I want you,” Ginny breathed into his ear before she headed up to her dormitory.


Harry’s stomach flittered with butterflies. He had never been with a girl alone after dark. The only girlfriend he had really had was Cho, and the most they had shared were a few less than passionate kisses. Tingling with excitement, he followed Ron up to their dormitory, where he tucked his invisibility cloak under his pillow.


After several minutes, Harry could hear even breathing throughout the dorm, letting him know everyone was asleep. Slowly, he pulled back his blankets and crept out of bed, pulling his invisibility cloak around him.


His legs felt like they were made of treacle pudding, and his heart was doing small leaps. The excitement of meeting Ginny was making him feel slightly aroused. He rubbed his free hand against the leg of his satin red pajamas, attempting to rid it of the pool of sweat that had formed there.


Harry had no idea how he managed to make it into the Room of Requirement, as entry required a great deal of concentration; something he was severely lacking in.

When he stepped over the threshold, he saw that the room had a large four poster bed in the center, with red satin sheets, and there were candles lit everywhere. In a bucket, by the bed was a bottle of champagne and two fluted glasses. On the other side of the bed was a vase with a pair of red roses in it.


Lying on the bed, bathed in the candlelight, was Ginny, dressed in a short, blue silk nightgown with a plunging neckline. She looked absolutely beautiful, and Harry felt his satin pants begin to tent.


"Harry, I need you now," Ginny breathed. "Come take me."


He floated over to the bed and sat next to her, bending down to kiss her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her as she lay back, his body pressing against her.


Harry reached a hand down and grazed her thigh, skin tingling at the warm feel of her soft skin. Their kisses deepened, and Harry began to slowly slide his hand up her thigh, reaching the edge of the nightgown. The fabric clung to her soft curves, and Harry very much liked the contrast of the cool silk against her hot skin.


Ginny reached up and began to unbutton Harry’s pajama top. Harry trembled with desire when her soft hands caressed his chest. He began to kiss her neck, bringing his hand up over her hip, and back around to caress her luscious arse. He could feel his cock throbbing, begging to be released from the constraining pants as ginny began to kiss his chest, wrapping her arms around his back, pulling his body tightly against her own. She parted her thighs, allowing him to run his hand along her inner thigh.


Harry ran a finger slowly up her inner thigh, caressing her softly. His heart pounded faster as he neared her core. Slowly, he placed a finger inside her hot, moist center, bending down to kiss her softly on the neck. She shuddered in ecstasy, reaching down, tugging at his pants. Harry withdrew his finger, and grasped the fabric of her nightgown, pulling off of her. Her breasts were the color of sweet cream and her nipples were like delicate rosebuds. Harry bent down and kissed them, making his way to a rosy nipple. He gently took it into his mouth, suckling it. Ginny’s moan sent tingles down his spine, and she bucked her hips, begging him to take her.


Softly, he removed his pants, and entered her. His body shuddered in passion as he slowly withdrew, and reentered her. She gripped his back, moaning softly, and Harry bit his lip. She felt so warm and tight, and he never wanted to leave her. Encouraged by her firm grip on his back, and her legs pulling him closer to her, he slowly began to thrust in and out, moaning in time with Ginny. Passion enveloped the pair as they began to quicken their pace together, approaching sweet release together. Harry could feel her muscles tighten against him as she cried out in orgasm, gripping him tightly, and sending him over the edge, into his own orgasm.


He collapsed against her, bodies slick with sweat and sticky with passion.


“I never want to be without you, Harry,” She whispered.


“I love you, Ginny,” Harry whispered back, breathing in the sweet scent of her hair.


Harry awoke to the sun pouring into his bedroom. “I’m going to have to clean these sheets,” he thought, stretching and yawning.


Why couldn’t he get her out of his mind?


A/N: I know it has been a while, but I hope you enjoyed reading that as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please R&R, lemme know if you like it! And yes, the title was borrowed from the Melissa Etheridge song, which I do not own