Fixing Regrets

Harry looked at her questioningly.

“What exactly do you mean by that?” he asked.

“I want you to make better memories about it for me. Gentle ones. Sweet ones.” He grinned - he couldn’t help it.

“So…you’re telling me that you want me to do the things to you that I’ve been dreaming about since my sixth year?” he asked. She nodded. He kissed her passionately.

“Just…understand…be understanding…I’m still scared,” she said. He hugged her closely.

“You know I’d understand, and you know I’d never be anything but gentle with you,” he assured her. He moved the blankets aside slightly and moved one of his hands down to touch her chest, between her breasts. “You stop me if I do anything you don’t want me to do, okay?” he asked. She nodded again. “Have you ever, you know, touched yourself? Could you show me what you do?” he asked. She shook her head this time.

“No. I always thought that sexual things were dirty, disgusting acts that did nothing but hurt people, after that,” she admitted. He kissed her forehead.

“I want to show you otherwise,” he murmured in her ear. “Don’t worry, I’ll figure you out. I’ll make you feel good. Ginny,” he began, a question coming to him. “Are you…er…protected? I mean, I won’t do anything like that without your consent, but…if I do, I don’t want there to be any problems,” he finished, feeling rather awkward. She gave him a small smile.

“Yes, Harry, I’m protected. It’s a simple charm, really - I’m surprised you don’t know about it, considering all the girls you’ve probably been with,” she said with a blush. He just stared at her.

“What other girls?” he asked blankly.

“Well, I assumed…I mean, you’re older than me, and you’re so good looking - so many girls have crushes on you - and, well, that thing with Cho…” Ginny trailed off, no longer so sure of her conclusions.

“Gin, I’ve never done anything but kiss with anyone. You’d be my first,” Harry said, blushing, wondering if she would be disappointed that he didn’t have the experience she’d thought he did. He needn’t have worried. She gave him a huge smile.

“Really? I mean…really??” she asked incredulously. He nodded. She flung her arms around him. “Oh, Harry, that’s so amazing…I never would have even imagined…” she said trailing off in her excitement. Harry grinned a little.

“I’d’ve told you a year ago if I thought I’d get this reaction,” he laughed. She giggled, then kissed him passionately. Harry ran his hands over her smooth back, pulling her in closer. He could feel her shaking again.

“Gin, would you be more comfortable if I took off my shirt as well?” She quietly giggled and replied, “I don’t know about more comfortable but I’d certainly enjoy it.” She blushed while he smiled.

“You’ve been thinking about it too haven’t you?” he asked with a naughty glint in his eye. She nodded shyly. “Well it just wouldn’t be fair to deny you any longer, now would it?” he asked in a saintly voice. She smiled and shook her head. “Would you want to do the honours?” he asked with a wink. Ginny squeaked - the chance to take off Harry Potter’s shirt! She’d only dreamed of the broad chest that lay underneath it. Harry was still looking at her expectantly, and she realized he wanted an answer.

“Um…are you…sure?” she asked softly. She had to be dreaming. Harry nodded his head.

“Of course, Gin…I want to feel your hands on my skin,” he said with a small kiss on her cheek. He looked a little shy too. She tentatively ran her hands down his chest, over his soft jumper until she reached the bottom. She fingered the hem a little before looking up into Harry’s eyes. She couldn’t quite believe that’s what he really wanted.

“Please, Gin,” he assured her, running his hands softly over her back. His eyes were dark with love and want. She very slowly ran her hands up the inside of his shirt, on his well-muscled body. He gasped in a breath as her fingers touched his bare skin, and she glanced up at him, afraid she’d done something wrong. His eyes were closed and he was breathing quickly, so she stopped in her tracks.

“Did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you?” she asked, worried and slightly embarrassed. Harry managed to calm himself down a little bit as he opened his eyes slowly. She started to move her hands away but he quickly and firmly held them in place.

“Gin…please don’t stop,” he breathed out shakily. “It’s fine…it just…I’ve never…I’ve never felt anything like that before,” he finished. He let go of her hands and she gently ran her hands along his skin again. She couldn’t help but admire his very well-defined body with awe. She ran her hands over every muscle, amazed at how wonderfully strong and safe he felt. She could feel his heart pounding through his chest. She slowly ran her hands back down his sides and around to his back before starting to pull the jumper up. He raised his arms to help her. She slowly ran her hands up his sides again, bringing his jumper with her this time. Harry shivered. As soon as his shirt was off, he pulled her to his chest, revelling in the feeling of his Ginny against his bare chest. She tensed at his sudden forceful movement, but relaxed against his chest. She never would have thought she would be here, in Harry’s arms, wrapped up against his bare chest. It was every dream she’d ever had come true. Harry buried his face in her hair, squeezing her tighter.

“I love you, Gin,” he whispered. He pulled back from her a little bit and began running his hands over her skin, kissing her gently to relax her. He gently ran his hands up to her breasts, caressing the impossibly smooth skin. She tensed in his arms again and he immediately stopped in his tracks, not wanting to push her too much too fast.

“Harry…I…I can’t…I want to but I can’t…” she started, nearly crying again. He left his hands where they were - one around her back, holding her on his lap, the other over her breast.

“Ginny…love,” he said patiently, getting her to look at him. “It will be okay. You can trust me,” he said softly, gazing into her scared brown eyes. “Close your eyes.” She did. He laid her down gently on the bed and began kissing all over her skin, tasting every inch. He could feel her relax as his tongue moved gently over her thighs. He wanted to go slow, for her, but Merlin! She was gorgeous. How long was he really expected to keep his hands to himself? He reached up and rubbed her thighs a little before gently running his fingers over her slit. He sat up to watch her face so he could see how she was feeling.

Amazingly, she was showing a small smile on her lips. This encouraged him.

“Is it better now?” he asked.

“Your hands are so warm, so different,” Ginny whispered, afraid if she spoke too loud she’d wake up from what had to be an amazingly wonderful dream.

“I love you so much, Gin, it’s okay,” he said.

“Keep talking, Harry. Hearing your voice makes it better. You remind me that it’s not…him,” she said hesitantly. He grinned.

“Just for you, love. What would you like me to do? Do you want to be touched somewhere?” he asked seductively. He moved up the bed to lay next to her, protectively putting an arm around her while his other stroked her stomach from between her breasts down to just above her slit. She nodded.

“Where?” he asked with a teasing tone. She suddenly stiffened and frowned.

“It’s…too…weird to say out loud,” she said softly. He mentally hit himself in the head. You stupid prat, Potter, he spat at himself. Of course she wouldn’t want to talk like that, not yet.

“It’s okay, Gin, I’m sorry,” he said, pulling her close to reassure her. He pulled back to continue stroking her skin, occasionally letting his hand glide over one of her breasts or down across her slit. He loved the way she’d jerk a bit in surprise when these things happened, so he started to do it more frequently. Harry noticed she’d begun breathing much harder, much faster. Her skin was slightly flushed, and he began to focus his touch solely on the area between her legs. She was very wet already, and he began to stroke her clit. She gasped and shuddered - in pleasure, he hoped. She didn’t try to pull away but snuggled closer to him. On a whim, he leaned down to kiss her lips softly - and was met with aggression on her part, pulling his head closer to hers, her tongue forcing itself in his mouth. She was very aroused. When she finally let go of him, he was panting.

“Now,” she whispered softly, staring into his gorgeous green eyes. He was so surprised that he stopped what he’d been doing.

“Huh?” he said stupidly. She smiled a bit.

“I’m ready. I want you. Now,” she said simply. He nearly exploded.

“Ginny, are you sure?”

“Harry James Potter if you don’t hurry up and make love to me I’m going to hex you!” she cried out vehemently, obviously more passion-filled than either of them realized, as she began to blush after that statement. “Well, you have to admit you’ve gotten me in quite a state,” she finished quietly with a small giggle. He grinned, a very large grin. He continued stroking her while trying desperately to get his jeans off one-handed - he didn’t want to stop what he was doing, because it kept making her give these little gasps and he loved it. She finally giggled when she realized what was wrong and offered to help. He eagerly accepted.

She slowly unbuttoned his jeans and just as slowly took down his zipper. She was getting more nervous again now, but Harry’s repetitive action between her legs was making her feel more at ease. She gently tugged his jeans down, accidentally bringing his boxers with them before she realized quite what she was doing. Ginny started to apologize, but was cut off by a gentle kiss from Harry.

“Nothing to apologize for, love, just made it quicker,” he grinned. He pulled his fingers away from her clit and moved so he was on top of her. He leaned down to cover her face in kisses, making her giggle.

“Ginny, if I go too fast or hurt you or do anything you don’t like, just tell me, okay?” Harry said anxiously. Ginny smiled and nodded.

“I love and trust you, Harry, it will be okay,” she said, albeit slightly nervously. He kissed her lips softly. He reached his hand down and ran his cock up and down her slit a bit, getting the tip of it moist. He was rock hard and could not believe he finally had Ginny’s wetness on that most intimate part of him. Part of him wanted to cum from the sheer idea, but he thought he ought to make it pleasurable for her, of course. He positioned himself at her entrance and slowly pushed his head inside her, removing his hand. She gasped at the sensation and he hissed, “God, Gin, you’re so bloody tight.” He slowly inched the rest of the way inside her, loving the way she writhed underneath him, until he was completely inside her.

“Are you okay, love?” he whispered, his lips barely an inch from her own. She nodded.

“You feel…you feel wonderful, Harry,” she nearly moaned. God, how was he supposed to keep from just slamming himself into her, with her moaning and squirming like that? With her being so hot and tight, clenched around him? He slowly started pulling himself out, and the pushed himself back in more quickly. She gasped at the sudden movement, thinking it should have hurt, but it didn’t. It made her feel things she’d never thought she’d feel before - wonderful things. She couldn’t imagine anything being more perfect. Harry took her erratic breathing to mean she was ready for more, and started gently but fairly quickly sliding himself in and out of her. She reached down to rub herself, remembering the good feelings it had given her before when he’d touched her there. He saw her movement and stilled her hand.

“No, love, you relax. That’s for me to do,” he said, kissing her lips again, more insistently. She eagerly kissed him back and moaned when she felt his fingers on her clit. He began rubbing her harder and quicker than he was before, as he began pushing himself in and out of her more quickly to keep up the rhythm. She was gasping and wiggling and he just couldn’t get enough of her. Suddenly, her whole body went rigid as she screamed his name. He could feel her insides clenching on him, impossibly tighter than ever. He continued his fast-paced rubbing and pushed himself into her as gently as he could manage while going as quickly as he could - he hoped this was an orgasm he was witnessing, because he was too close to stop himself. She clenched around him once more and it was all he could take - he moaned “Ginny” and shoved himself as deeply inside her as he could go, feeling himself emptying into her. She felt his cum entering her as well, which drove her over the edge again. By the time Harry had finished thrusting, they were both sweaty and panting. He could no longer support himself with his arms, but he didn’t want to squash her, so he not-so-elegantly rolled off her to lay next to her, his arms wrapped around her.

His Ginny.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he was, to have just made love to the girl who he could never keep from his mind…the girl who loved him unconditionally. The girl who was, now, crying in his arms.

Alarmed, he pulled away slightly. “Gin, what’s wrong?” he asked, confused and worried.

“N…nothing,” she cried. “It just felt so wonderful…it was wonderful…oh, Harry, I love you,” she sobbed, snuggling closer to him. He held her close, stroking her hair.

“Oh, Ginny, I love you, too,” he whispered in her ear. “I love you more than I could ever tell you, and I can’t begin to tell you how much that all just meant to me.” He snuggled her and let her cry until she calmed down and looked up at him with moist brown eyes.

“I’m being silly,” she gurgled, the sob not quite gone from her voice. He kissed her eyes gently.

“Of course you’re not,” he said sincerely. “You’re being you. And that’s who I love.” He hesitated before what he said next, afraid he might be pushing his luck. But he had to try.

“Ginny…I love you, so much, and I love that you shared all of this with me. I love that I could show you how much I love you, that you trust me. Ginny, will you marry me?” He asked, staring into those gorgeous chocolate brown eyes. She looked shocked for a second before her face broke out in a smile.

“Of course, Harry Potter. I’d love to.”

A/N : So what did you think? Sorry I took so long to update. It got a little cheesy in the end, but what can I say, I’m a hopeless romantic. J Reviews are great!