You Promised It Would Be Forever - Edit

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Chapter 45 ~ Encounter

Ginny Weasley was very aware of the wizard striding next to her, holding her arm rather possessively. Percival didn't look at her as they walked but she could see him swallow nervously. The witch smiled a bit. Knowing that he was anxious made him even more appealing to her.

They walked up a long flight of stairs to the second floor in silence. To Percival, it sounded like a steady drum beat accompanied them, because his blood was pounding in his ears. The wizard wanted to say something to her before they arrived at the bedroom. Something sweet and romantic, but his mouth felt dry and no words would come. He cleared his throat.

Ginny looked at him.

"Percival, you seem nervous," she said softly. "You shouldn't be. I'm a witch like any other witch."

He looked at her, his eyes hardening slightly. She was not like any other witch.

"No," he said hoarsely, "Ginny Weasley you are like no other witch I've ever met. You have depth, character and heart. You have opinions…you have boundaries."

He lowered his voice and stopped, taking both her hands in his, his eyes softening.

"I am very glad and very honored that you are lowering those boundaries for me, Ginny," he said, staring into her face soberly. "That you are giving me a chance to show you how I feel about you."

Percival still couldn't believe Ginny was here, and that the challenging, beautiful, maddening witch was willing to share his bed and her body with him. He knew she had to feel something for him, something special. It was about more than Percy's release. She wouldn't sell herself short, even for that. There was something in her heart for him, Percival was sure. And he intended to latch on that something inside her when he made love to her, and hopefully draw it out and make it swell until it covered her, and she would not deny him his other hopes concerning her.

Yes, Percival Hornswallow wanted Ginny Weasley, but this was not an obsession that one night of passion would extinguish. He was hoping this night would lead to many, many nights, a lifetime of nights. He wanted her to consent to be his wife. That was what their lovemaking would be about as far as the wizard was concerned.

Suddenly Percival's heart seemed to swell and he pulled Ginny against him, pressing his mouth to hers, thrilled there was no resistance or hesitance as their lips met with equal hunger and the witch molded her soft body against his.

Gods, Percival's mouth was sweet, and Ginny slipped her tongue between his lips, wrapping her arms around the wizard's neck and letting the fire she felt racing up and down her frame transfer to him through her kiss. She trembled as her need roared into full flame.

The wizard seemed to pause, feeling her quake against him. Dear Merlin, this was real. Her desire for him was real. Percival crushed her to him, deepening his kiss, feeling himself hardening against her hips, his hands moving through her thick red hair. Ginny felt him growing against her leg and a gush flowed through her. She gasped into Percival's mouth, her hands rising to lock in his hair. Shit, she was so turned on.

The wizard pulled back from her, looking into her face.

"Damn," he breathed as he saw the heat and longing in her brown eyes.

He needed to find a bed. Now.

Percival swept Ginny up into his arms and swiftly headed down the corridor with her. Ginny was no small witch, but Percival carried her easily, his eyes shifting from her face to the passing doorways. Finally he stopped in front of one. He turned the handle but the door didn't open. He scowled. None of these doors were supposed to be locked. He pulled out his wand.

"Alohamora," he hissed.

The door still didn't unlock.

Percival started to let out a string of obscenities, but caught himself. He was in the presence of a witch, and he didn't want to seem as if he was losing control.

Ginny smirked at him. She knew he had been about to curse in frustration.

"Perhaps another bedroom, Percival?" she asked him.

"No, I want you in this one," he said darkly, glaring at the door.

This bedroom had a round bed in it. He had never used it before. He wanted to take Ginny in a bed he had never shared with another witch.

Ginny pulled out her wand from her back pocket.

"Let me try," she said.

Percival stepped back a little.

Ginny pointed her wand at the knob.

"Alohamora," she said, and the door clicked, then opened.

Percival looked at him, his eyebrows raised.

"I think you just weren't really focused on the spell, Percival," she said softly, "obviously your intent was focused elsewhere."

The wizard's eyes swept over her with such desire that Ginny felt as if they were emitted heat she could feel wash over her.

"I think you may be right," Percival said, sweeping her into his arms again and kicking the door open, then entering and pushing it closed with his foot. He looked at the witch in his arms.

"Would you do the honors? I'm sure my 'intent' hasn't unfocused," he grinned at her. Ginny used the wand to lock and ward the door.

Percival looked at her.

"Add a silencing charm, Ginny," he said softly, "Just in case."

Percival didn't know how Ginny responded to sex, but the witches he had all made a lot of noise. It was as if it were required, rather than the result of the act itself. It seemed as if they all thought the more noise they made the better it was supposed to be.

Percival looked at Ginny. He knew she was passionate…simply because of his interactions with her. But he was quite sure that if she shrieked during sex, it would be because she felt it, and not to try to make him feel as if he were a sex god as the socialites did.

However, Ginny wasn't a screamer…she was a whisperer. The kind of witch that responded to a lover's ministrations with gasps, soft cries of pleasure and passionate words. This could be because her earliest experiences with sex required her to be quiet to avoid discovery. However it came about, this was how the witch was.

Percival stood Ginny up in the center of the room and raised the torches slightly, so the light resembled candlelight. The room was very nice, and featured a huge, circular bed, covered in white satin sheets.

Ginny studied the bed for a moment, then looked at the wizard, whose eyes hadn't moved from her.

"A round bed?" she asked him

Percival shrugged.

"No sharp corners," he replied with a slight smile. It faded as their eyes met.

"I've never been in this bed before, Ginny. No one has," he said softly. "We'll be the first. I don't want to make love to you for the first time in a bed that isn't pristine."

Ginny looked at him.

"I'm sure you know Percival, this isn't my first time being with a wizard," Ginny said to him.

"That doesn't matter, Ginny. It's your first time being with me. And I'm hoping that after tonight, it won't be your last time," Percival said, stepping nearer to her, and lifting her chin. "I'm hoping after tonight, you'll want to stay with me…that you'll agree to be my wife. So I have a lot riding on you…"

Ginny burst into laughter at his unintentional pun. Percival let go of her chin and looked confused. Why was she laughing at him?

"A lot riding on me, Percival? Considering our situation…" the witch began.

Percival chuckled, looking relieved. He had thought perhaps she found the idea of becoming his wife ludicrous.

"Not the best choice of words," he said, looking down at her. They both stopped laughing.

"You were very patient, Percival," Ginny said.

"That's because the best things in life, Ginny Weasley, are worth waiting for," the wizard replied, drawing her into his arms again, "but I think I've waited long enough to show you how compatible I believe we truly are."

Percival kissed the witch again, with even more hunger this time, pulling her into his body, his hands on her waist. Kissing Ginny Weasley was so satisfying, but made him want more. This was not a practiced kiss, prelude to practiced sex. Percival wanted her lips, her mouth, to taste her heat, and above all to feel her respond to him driven by need. The wizard broke from her mouth, and moved to her throat, kissing and sucking it gently as Ginny threw her head back with a sigh. Experimentally, Percival licked her skin, and the witch let out a little gasp of pleasure.

Ginny's hands moved over the wizard's back under his robes. He was lean, and she could feel his muscles moving underneath the fabric.

"I want to feel your skin, Percival," she whispered to him, "Take off your robes."

Percival raised his head from her throat and looked at Ginny.

"You have no trouble asking for what you want, do you Ginny?" he asked her, his eyes smoldering.

"No, I don't Percival," she replied. "You never get want you want if you don't ask."

"Undress then," he said intensely. But he wasn't asking.

The couple stepped back from each other and began to unfasten their clothing.

Aware of Percival's eyes on her, Ginny slowly and sexily pulled her shirt out of her jeans and began unbuttoning it, pulling it slightly apart as she did so. Percy saw she had a few freckles on other parts of her body, and wanted to press his lips to each and every one as the witch revealed more and more of her body.

She pulled her shirt open, and the wizard saw she wore a simple, comfortable cotton bra. Ginny had medium-sized breasts, which was fine with Percival. Most socialites had very large, magically enhanced-breasts. Ginny was all natural.

It was the first time he'd seen a woman in an undergarment that wasn't lacy and silky, designed to arouse the male libido. And it turned him on more than any piece of lingerie he'd ever seen, because it showed him the witch was coming to him as she was. There were no bells and whistles, no pretty packaging. What he saw was what he would have. He stopped unbuttoning his robes as he looked at her bra.

Ginny frowned at the wizard and looked down at her bra.

"Is something wrong, Percival?" she asked the wizard.

"No. Everything is perfect," he breathed, beginning to work on his robes again, faster as she removed her shirt.

The witch was slender, her belly flat, her waist small. She began to unbuckle her belt. There was a Gryffindor lioness on it. Percival opened his robes, revealing a white dress shirt and black pants with a belt that had the Serpent of Slytherin as a buckle.

They looked at each other's belts and smiled.

"Gryffindor and Slytherin are old adversaries," Percival said as he removed his robes and placed them on a chair. Then took Ginny's shirt and laid it there as well.

"Are you saying we are going to war, Percival?" Ginny asked him, pulling her belt out of the loops of her jeans and slapping it into her hand.

The wizard shook his head.

"Oh no, Ginny. No wars here. When I tangle with you Lioness…my coils will not be trying to crush you…they'll be caressing you in the hopes you'll purr for me."

His shirt was open now, revealing a well-muscled chest. He slipped it off his broad shoulders. Percival was very well defined. A beautiful specimen of a man. Ginny's eyes raked over his torso with approval.

Percival watched as the witch sat down and removed her white trainers and socks. He doubted any woman had ever worn trainers in his mansion, much less jeans. The witch stood up and slid her jeans down over her thighs. Her knickers matched her bra. Simple, white and comfortable. Percival fought back a hiss as Ginny remove her jeans completely. She had slim hips and long, slender, shapely legs, slightly muscular. Her feet were large but pretty. The toes were devoid of polish but well clipped. She stood before him in her undergarments.

"You are beautiful," Percival said, a bit of a groan in his voice as he toed off his boots and socks, kicking them away.

"I'm sure you've seen fancier lingerie than this," Ginny said.

"Fancier, perhaps, but nothing as sexy," the wizard replied sincerely.

Ginny watched as the wizard slid his trousers down. He wore white silk boxers. They were tented. He stepped out of his trousers and picked up Ginny's jeans and placed them on the chair as well. Then they stood looking at each other.

"You're very handsome, Percival," Ginny said appreciatively. The wizard looked like a model from some muggle magazine. He smiled, his dimple appearing.

"I'm glad you approve," he said, his eyes raking over her. He looked down at his tented boxers then up at the witch. "My feelings toward you are … er …quite obvious I believe."

Ginny looked down at his hidden erection.

"Quite," she agreed.

She wondered if Percival's cock was as good-looking as the rest of him, while Percival wondered if her pubic hair would be as bright as the hair on her head. He had no doubt she was a natural redhead, based on her family.

They stared at each other. Percival had never experienced such a sense of awkwardness with a witch before. Normally he'd strip down completely and just start fucking. But this was Ginny. Ginny was a completely different story. Someone had to make the first move.

"Would you like to get in the bed?" he asked her.

"I think that is the next logical step," Ginny replied.

Percival gave her a small grin, took her hand and led her to the bed, helping her in. He climbed in behind her and watched as she lay against the pillows, her slender body stretched out before him. His eyes washed over her, then suddenly, the wizard rolled on top of her, kissing her passionately, his hands sliding over her warm, soft skin, his body moving against her sensuously,

Percival had surprised Ginny with his ardent attack, but the minute she felt his hard body on top of hers, and his tongue slip into her mouth, the witch was ignited. Her hands explored the muscles of his back, buttocks and legs, caressed and grasping as they rippled beneath her fingers. Percival rhythmically pressed his cock against her, then managed to get between her thighs and rub himself against her crotch lustfully, but not roughly. The feel of him between her legs made Ginny soaked her knickers and she moaned into his mouth with pleasure and need.

Percival began to slide down her body, kissing her neck and shoulders, his hands petting and caressing her sides, hips and thighs. He moved to her bra-encased breasts and without hesitation pulled her bra up, releasing them. They were firm and pink-tipped. Percival kissed both of them softly, his hands encircling them lightly, feeling their fullness. Then he suckled the witch, and Ginny groaned, her hands moving over his head and shoulders, her pelvis thrusting upward reflexively as she went into overdrive. Ginny wasn't a patient witch when it came to sex.

Percival felt her grinding against him, and realized that she was anxious for him. Wanting to make sure, he asked her.

"Ginny…Ginny do you want me now?" Percival asked her softly, working his body against hers.

"I'm…I'm not patient, Percival…at least not at first," she whispered up at him, her brown eyes liquid with need.

"You don't have to wait…we don't have to wait," he breathed.

Percival unfastened Ginny's bra and dropped it off the side of the bed, then rose to his knees and caught hold of her knickers. Ginny lifted her hips so he could remove them. Percival looked down on her bright red bush and groaned.

"Now that's pretty," he said, looking up at the witch.

"Your boxers, Percival," Ginny said softly. "Take them off."

Percival felt himself throb at the note of need in the witch's voice. Her passion was real. He lowered his boxers and slipped them over his knees and down his legs. He dropped them off the bed as well. He let Ginny get a good look at him.

Percival's cock was just as good looking as the rest of him. It was eight inches in length, pink, lightly veined with a slightly darker head and a good thickness. The head was fluted and a bit larger than the shaft. His organ also curved slightly to the left, rising from a tangle of soft, brown pubic hair.

"Just as I thought, Percival. Your cock is as handsome as the rest of you," she said, looking up at him. "I kind of like that curve. It looks promising."

"Oh, it is," Percival said, lowering himself back on the witch and kissing her lightly. He never talked before sex either, nor had any witch commented on his cock unless to cry out the customary …"oh Percival…it's soooo big!" as he fucked her. The witches really needed to work on getting some different lines.

"I call it my 'lover's curve' he said to her, adjusting himself so his cock rested against her labia. Gods the witch was so hot and wet.

Percival shuddered in anticipation as Ginny looked up at him.

"Are you ready for me, Ginny?" Percival asked her hoarsely, his brow furrowed, his hips thrusting against her reflexively.

The head of his cock slipped between her lower lips and pressed hard against her opening. Ginny's hips thrust upward lightly, and he slid over her clit, making Ginny let out a low squeal, her eyes blazing now as she looked up at the wizard, trying to catch her breath to speak.

"Because the gods know I am ready for you," the wizard groaned, staring down at her as if he could swallow her whole.

Ginny was bucking up against Percival aggressively now.

"Yes, Percival. Fuck me," she breathed. "Gods, I'm burning up."

Shuddering, Percival shifted again, positioned his cock and entered the witch, gasping as he buried himself into Ginny's slick, gripping heat.

He heard the witch whisper "Yessss," as her body welcomed him and his belly tightened as he felt something like a bolt of energy race up his spine. Ginny buckled beneath him suddenly, feeling the connection race through her body as well.

"Oh yes, Ginny" he whispered back passionately, looking down at her face, grimacing from the pleasure of being inside the witch.

"Yes, baby. I can feel it and I know you feel it too. I've finally found you, wife. You're not leaving here until you accept me, Ginny Weasley."

In response, Ginny wrapped her long legs around the wizard's waist tightly, drawing him deeper.

"Convince me, then, Percival," she whispered, her eyes soft.

His heart full of longing, the wizard went to work.

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A/N: A lot of tension and passion here. Should be nice lemons following. Please review.