Letters and Memories

More Memories

They sat under the tree for a couple of hours talking about anything and everything; about school, about growing old, about anything other than war, Voldemort and Death Eaters.

“Wow, it’s dark already. Perhaps we should go inside,” said Ginny

“Time went by so fast,” said Hermione.

“Yeah, we should go get some dinner and then finish those memories,” suggested Harry.

“Food, now you’ve spoken my language,” added Ron.

They got up and walked back to the castle. Life was normal for now. They went down to the kitchen for some dinner, as always the house elves were more than happy to serve them. They ate all they wanted and then went back to McGonagall’s office.

“Okay, let’s get to it, shall we?,” said Ron.

Harry pulled one more flask out of the chest and moved over to the pensive.

“Ron, Hermione, this one is for the two of you.”

“Shall we go then, Ron?” asked Hermione.

“You guys coming?” Ron asked, looking at Harry and Ginny.

“No, I think we need some time alone,” said Harry.

“Fine, just remember that that’s my little sister, and that I have five older brothers who would murder you in a second if anything happens to her,” warned Ron.

“Oh, just go away Ron,” said Ginny shooting him a death glare.

“Fine, but you’ve been warned mate,” shrugged Ron.

“Come on, Ron, she can take care of herself – and Harry,” laughed Hermione winking at Ginny as they bent over the pensive.

Harry and Ginny moved over to a comfortable-looking overgrown chair.

“I would’ve never thought that I’d be dating my best mate’s little sister.”

“Don’t be silly, Harry, I’ve fancied you since I first saw you.”

“So I was told.”

He pulled her so that she was now sitting on his lap, and started to caress her cheeks.

“Kiss me, Ginny.”

“Like you need to ask.” She lowered her head and captured his lips. At first the kiss was light and sweet, but it escalated to hot and passionate kissing. She moved away a little, trying to regain normal breathing, but Harry moved his mouth along her jaw line and started nibbling on her earlobes, which he knew drove her insane.

“Harry… not here- ahhh” she gasped as his hand moved inside her shirt and cupped her right breast. “Come on… they can be back at any moment.”

“I know, we can be fast.”

“No, later, I promise,” she said as she wiggled out of his lap. She could feel how hard he was, but for the time being there was nothing she could do to ‘help him out’.

“Could you feel it?” he asked as she started to fix her shirt.

“Of course I could feel, but I can’t help you now.”

“Are you wet for me?”

“Maybe…” And indeed she was, but she wasn’t about to tell him, for the last place she wanted to shag him for the first time would be here with all the dead headmasters and headmistress watching.

“Fine, don’t tell me. Tonight I’ll make you beg.”

Ginny’s face was now almost as red as her hair, but before she could say anything Ron and Hermione were back. They walked over to the chair Harry was sitting on and each took a seat on the chair opposite Harry’s.

“So tell us,” said Harry while pulling a pillow over his lap trying to conceal his hard-on. Ron and Hermione exchanged a look that worried Harry and Ginny (who, upon seeing the exchanged look, was right back in action)

“What was the memory about? Can you tell us?” asked Ginny.

“Well…” started Ron.

“Well, we can and want to but neither of us know how to begin,” said Hermione.

“Start at the beginning,” said Harry, a little annoyed at the fact that he was interrupted.

“Well, prepare yourselves, because this was a bombshell to us, but I’ll let Hermione tell it since I know I’m too shocked to tell you anything the way it really happened, go on Herms.” Urged Ron.

“Thanks, Ron,” she didn’t know how to begin but figured she would do a better job at it the Ron would. “Well, the memory started at Snape’s house. He was pacing the living room and he looked to be in deep thought when Bellatrix and Narcissa knocked at his door – we knew it was them even before he opened the door for them, so I’m assuming that that memory was one of Snape’s. Well, Narcissa was really agitated, and Bellatrix was trying to convince her to leave. They talked about the Dark Lord’s plan for Malfoy; how the only reason Malfoy had been chosen to carry out the – the plan was because Voldemort was angry at his father; and how he didn’t expect Draco to succeed. But Bellatrix kept saying how Narcissa should not talk about the plan, and how she didn’t trust Snape one bit, but Narcissa wasn’t having it. She was there with a reason. She was there to ask for help – she wanted Snape to take over the plan, so Draco wouldn’t come to any harm. Bellatrix was still trying to get her to leave until Snape told them that he would do whatever he could, and offered to make the Unbreakable Vow,” She paused to see if they were with her, and in fact they were hanging on to her every word.

“The Unbreakable Vow, I heard Snape and Malfoy talking about that the night of Slughorn’s Christmas party. Go on Herms,” Harry urged her.

“So when they finished performing the unbreakable vow, the memory became all smoky and we fell back here, and we thought it was over. But seconds later we saw Snape and Dumbledore sitting where we are now, so we moved closer to be able to hear them better. Snape was telling Dumbledore what had happened. He was telling him how Voldemort’s plan was for Draco to kill Dumbledore. Ron and I were shocked, but Dumbledore just smiled, which made Snape furious. He said, ‘How can you smile about this, Albus? This is a most serious matter!’” said Hermione imitating Snape’s voice almost to perfection. “ Dumbledore said, ‘Oh, dear Severus, for the well-organized mind, death is nothing but the next adventure.’ But Snape wasn’t happy with it, he told Dumbledore about the Unbreakable Vow and how if Draco failed he needed to go through with the plan, and he also told Dumbledore that he refused to pull his wand on him.”

“Doesn’t matter what he said, he still murdered Dumbledore,” said Harry angrily.

“I know, Harry, but I have a feeling that something isn’t right with this story. But once Snape said he refused to pull his wand on him, Dumbledore got this far-off look on his face, and the room started to fill with smoke, we couldn’t see anything, and then it cleared, and we could see Snape walking towards the door. Before he left he turned around looked into Dumbledore’s eyes, and said, ‘If that’s what you think is best, Albus, than I shall do it. But just remember that I refused, and that the only reason I’m going through with this is because of you,’ and he was gone. It was over, so we came back.”

“He knew all along that he was going to die,” said Ginny.

“Looks that way,” said Ron.

“So let me get this right: Malfoy was in love with Hermione, was tortured by his father, became a member of the Order and so was not an evil follower of Voldemort after all. Right?” asked Harry, trying to make sense of it all.

“Right,” said Hermione.

“And Snape is on our side after all?”

“Right again.”

“So why did they run?”

“I don’t know, Harry,” said Hermione.

“We still have four memories left, maybe the answer to our questions are in one of them,” suggested Ginny.

“Only one way to find out,” said Hermione.

Harry took out the next memory. “Looks like you’re going again, mate. Need any company?”

“No, I think I’ll go alone.” He got to his feet and moved over to where Harry was, took the flask and went over to the pensive. Harry, Ginny and Hermione sat in silence waiting for Ron to return. Each was trying to understand how this could help them. By the time Ron was back neither had said a word.

“Back already?” Ginny asked.

“Yeah, my memory wasn’t long,” Ron answered, taking the empty chair.

“So wanna tell us about it?” asked Hermione.

“No much to tell really. You-Know-Who was having a meeting, they were plotting on how to kill Harry, and then how to kill
Malfoy, once he failed his mission to kill Professor Dumbledore.”

“That’s nice, so they gave him a mission already expecting him to fail, they must have been really angry at Lucius,” said Hermione.

“Oh I wish Dumbledore was still here. I’m so confused, I don’t really see a reason for these memories. I think they’re a waste of time.” Piped Ginny.

“I have to agree with Ginny,” said Harry.

“Hermione what do you think?” asked Ron.

“I don’t know,” was all she said.

Harry got his feet took out the next memory, and without a word moved to the pensive poured it into the basin and bent over, leaving the others behind. When he rejoined the others he had tears in his eyes.

“Harry? Hey, wanna talk about it?” asked Ginny moving over to where Harry was.

“My parents… I saw my parents,” and he cried.

“Oh, Harry. What happened?”

“They were so happy, my mum was pregnant with me. She was so happy and my dad kept making a fool of himself and they laughed so much. And the there was me, my dad once again making a fool of himself for me to laugh, and my mum… they loved each other and me so much. He’s gonna pay. I’m going to make sure he pays for all the pain he’s ever caused the wizarding world.”

“We’ll get him mate,” said Ron tapping Harry on the back.

“So, I guess it’s my turn than?” asked Ginny.

“Yeah, only you and me left,” said Hermione.

Ginny got up, took her flask and off she went. Moments latter she was back.


“So before anyone asks me I’ll just tell.”

Harry, Ron and Hermione had snoozed off while she was gone and were startled by the sound of her voice.

“Sorry Gin, I guess we’re tired,” said Ron suppressing a yawn.

“It’s okay. Here’s what I saw: they were having an order meeting and they were talking about the seven strong.”

“The seven what?” asked Harry.

“The seven strong. They were saying how the seven strong are the ones to fight the final battle, the ones to destroy Voldemort.”

“But who are the ‘seven strong’?” asked Ron.

“I’ve read about them. But they date back to Merlin’s era,” said Hermione.

“I don’t know Herms but they weren’t talking about ancient people,” Ginny said.

“Well, did they mentioned who the seven strong are supposed to be?” asked Harry.

“They only mentioned four, Harry, Hermione, Ron and me so I don’t know who the other three could be.” As she said each name she looked at them.

“I had a feeling that much was a given, I want to know who the other three are supposed to be,” said Harry.

“I don’t know, but something tells me that Draco Malfoy is the fifth one,” said Ginny.

“Most likely. My turn I guess,” said Hermione.

She stood up, stretched and walked over to the chest, retrieved the last flask and walked over to stand next to the pensive.

“Gin, do you mind coming with me?” Hermione begged more than asked.

“Of course, Herms,” how could she refuse a friend, and off they went.

They landed in a bedroom, big and comfortable. They saw Draco Malfoy sitting Indian style on the bed, seconds later Narcissa peeked her head in the door.

“Draco, may I come in?”

“Sure.”

“How are you feeling?”

“I don’t know, Mother, don’t really want to talk either.”

“I’m so sorry, Draco.”

“Don’t be. It’s not your fault.”

“It’s not like I tried to stop him either.”

“Mother you know what happened the last time you tried to stop him. What was it again, two weeks in St. Mungos.”

“Are you going to be okay?” she asked not really wanting to get into that subject ever again.

“I just survived five cruciatus and a sectumsempra, so really, Mother, I think that as long as he keeps cursing me and not her then I’ll live.”

“But Draco, why don’t you just forget her? I assure you that if you do, he will stop torturing you.”

“Mother, don’t you think I’ve tried? Honestly. I’ve been trying to do that since the first time I realized that I liked her.”

“I could obliviate you, so that you know her but hate her.”

“NO.”

“So you want to keep being tortured then?”

“No, Mother, I just want to be happy.”

She hugged him tight, and they both cried. The room changed and Hermione and Ginny were now standing in the Potions classroom.

“Are you sure about this, young Malfoy?” asked Dumbledore.

“Sir, what else could I possibly do? She hates me. I made sure she hates me. She would never listen to me if I try to talk to her, and now with this plan that I have to kill you –”

“You don’t have to participate, Severus can take the lead.”

“Sir, but if I don’t they will do horrible things to my Mother. These are the Death Eaters, after all.”

“I understand, just for her safety we will be taking your mother into hiding. Things will go through as planned. After it’s all over, they will find out the real truth. And perhaps Miss Granger won’t hate you after all.”

“Thank you Sir, but I’ve accepted the fact that she hates me as long as she is safe and happy. I don’t care if she chooses Weasley for a husband and has a bunch of Weasley’s brats.”

“So young and already he claims defeat. Alas! My boy, you have much to learn.”

“How is she?”

“She is fine, to my knowledge.”

“Do you have all the memories ready for them?”

“Yes, I do.”

“This had better work, sir.”

“Have faith, young Malfoy. Fate has a funny way of throwing people together.”

“So my mother and Hermione will be safe, then?”

“Your mother we can protect, but Miss Granger can defend herself.”

“You can’t let her fight.”

“And you think I could stop her? She is the brightest witch in your generation, so pardon me if I do not get on her bad side. Surely you know she is needed in the final battle.”

“But, Sir…”

“No buts, Mr. Malfoy. After all, you will be there, as well. You can protect her.”

“With my life ,Sir.”

“You know, she should be considered the brightest witch for the past six generations.”

“And why is that, Sir?”

“Why it’s simple Mr. Malfoy.”

“Sorry, Sir but you need to be more clear.”

“She is the first witch to make a Malfoy fall in love without even meaning to do so, in my opinion should land her the title.”

And with that, the memory was over. Ginny and Hermione were now back in reality. When they got back Ron and Harry were already on their feet making their way to the door.

“How was it?” asked Ron.

“Sorry, but I don’t really wanna talk about it,” said Hermione.

“Okay, your choice, we respect it. But now we should get to bed, it’s almost three in the morning. Tomorrow we’ll go over what we saw and try to understand. We have to owl Mrs. Weasley and maybe have a talk with McGonagall maybe she can help us fill in the blanks,” said Harry.

They walked together to the Gryffindor tower. Ron said good night and went off to bed. Hermione too was tired, and plus she needed to sort out all that had happened. She’d had a long day, and of all the things she had found out today there was one that she couldn’t ignore. Draco Malfoy liked her. No, he loved her. And now that she was allowed to admit it to herself, she realized that she didn’t hate him, she hated the names he called her, she hated the way he treated her friends but she didn’t hate him. ‘Oh, Merlin, why me?’ she thought as she entered the room and shut the door behind her. She wanted to magically seal the door but she couldn’t, as Ginny was coming to sleep in there too. Meanwhile, down in the common room Ginny and Harry took a seat on their regular spot by the fireplace.

“Harry, I’m not sleepy.”

“Neither am I.”

“So what do you wanna do?”

“Make me forget, Gin.”

“What do you mean?”

He held out his hand to her and when she took it he pulled so that she was standing in front of him. He placed both hands on her hips and pulled her down onto his lap so she was now straddling him. He looked deep into her eyes so she could see how much he wanted her, how much he needed her.

“Make me forget it all for just one night.” And he kissed her. First he started to nibble on her lower lip, then he kissed her deep and hard. A kiss she had never had before. A kiss that said more than words could. “I need you, Gin.”

“Come with me.” She got to her feet and took him by the hand.

“Where are we going?”

“To find a bed.” No more words needed to be said, he followed. They went to the first door they could find. Once inside, Ginny took out her wand and silenced and locked the door with a couple different spells. Then she turned to the fireplace and lit a fire. When she turned to the bed Harry was sitting on the edge, staring at her.

“What?”

“Oh nothing, just admiring how hot and powerful you are.”

“Oh stop it,” she said, moving closer to him. She started to pull her shirt up but he stopped her.

“Let me.”

He pulled her shirt up and over her head. He bent a little and started kissing her neck while undoing the clasp of her bra. He pulled away so he could slide it off her arms. He stopped for a second to take in how beautiful she was, she got a little self-conscious and crossed her arms over her chest.

“No, don’t, I like the way you look without a shirt on.”

He pulled his shirt off too so that they were on equal grounds, and pulled her to him. He went back to kissing her, with one of his hands he started to massage her breasts, with the other he undid her loose-fitting jeans. Her nipples were now hard so he used both his hands to pull her pants down together with her underwear so she was now naked in front of him. Harry had never seen anything so beautiful in his life. He pushed her gently onto the bed, took off his pants and boxers and joined her. He started kissing her again, he was on top of her, his left arm held him up so that his weight wouldn’t crush her, with his right hand he started to caress her breasts. He moved his mouth from hers and started to move down her neck, leaving behind a burning trail that made Ginny moan softly. He moved his mouth lower and sucked in one of her nipples. This made Ginny moan louder. He moved his right hand to her pussy and began rubbing her clit lightly. She was a virgin, and Harry was no expert, but he knew she needed to be wet, so he moved his finger to her entrance. She was wet, but he wanted her to cum for him first. He inserted one finger into her, and started pumping in and out while rubbing her clit with his thumb.

“More… Harry, I need more…”

So he added another finger. ‘Merlin, she’s tight,’ he thought to himself.

“Ha… Harry, please… I need you… inside… please…”

“No. Not until you cum for me.” He moved his mouth lower and sucked her clit into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. That was all it took to send Ginny over the edge and she came hard. He could feel her walls clenching around his fingers. He waited until her orgasm was over before he pulled out his fingers. With a smile on his face he brought his fingers to her mouth and she sucked it. It was weird at first but she tasted alright.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

He positioned himself at her entrance and grabbed her shoulders. He entered her slowly and stopped when he found resistance. He looked into her eyes asking for permission; when she nodded he pushed harder, and he felt the barrier inside her give, but he also felt her whole body tense. He still held her eyes with his own, and a single tear slipped from the corner of her left eye and ran down her temple into her hair. Holding himself perfectly still, he was about to ask if it was okay to move when he felt her thrust her hips up to try to meet him. That was as good a sign as any, and he started to move in and out of her – slowly at first, he was afraid he’d hurt her if he move any faster.

“Harry, please… faster, harder,”

“As you wish,” and he started to pump into her faster and harder. This was too good, he never wanted it to end, but he knew he wouldn’t last long at all, she felt too good and he was loosing it fast. But she needed to cum before him, so while he moved in and out of her, he reached to where he was pounding into her and started to rub her clit. She was very close and when his fingers touched her swollen bud, she lost it.

“Oh I’m… Cumming…!” Once he felt her walls tighten around him, he lost it too, and with a couple more deep thrusts he came deep into her pussy. Exhausted he collapsed on top of her, both wasted and sweaty, but both happy.

“Gin, that was the best,” he said, placing a kiss on her forehead, “but we should get to bed so Ron won’t murder me.”

“I love you, Harry.”

“I love you, too.”



A/N: well there you have it, hope you like it.
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