Harry Potter and the Fortress of Woe

a/n: This chapter has strong sexual context, you have been warned!

Harry’s senses slowly started to reengage and his sleep fogged brain sluggishly returned to work. The first thing he realized was that he was lying on his back in bed, with no memory of going to sleep. The second thing he realized was the throbbing headache he had. His skull felt as though it was getting split apart and Harry could not help but to groan in pain. For a moment he thought Voldemort was trying to intrude his mind once again, but the fact that not his scar, but his entire head was aching caused him to dismiss this theory quickly. He opened his eyes, wanting to get out of bed and fetching himself a headache potion out of Mrs. Weasley medicine chest, only to find the world both blurry and spinning like mad. Feeling his stomach revolting, he quickly closed his eyes again and waited for the nausea to go away. After a minute or two, he decided to make another attempt. Keeping his eyes closed, he shifted his position, so that one of his feet touched the floor. While doing so, he brushed against something warm and soft, which felt like bare skin. Yanking his eyes open, Harry was surprised to find the spinning gone. His head was still throbbing like mad, but at least he did not have to restrain himself from throwing up anymore. However, what he discovered next nearly caused him to puke anyway.

Ginny Weasley was lying next to him, her beautiful form only partly covered by the blanket. Harry could see enough to be absolutely sure that no scrap of clothing was veiling her body and he was more than surprised to discover that he was not wearing any pyjamas as well! The room smelt of sweat and Harry discovered that his and Ginny’s clothing were stacked neatly next to the bed.
Oh god, no! Suddenly Harry started to remember last evening’s events.

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He had gone for a walk shortly after the dancing started, being unable to bear seeing Ginny with another man any longer. He had slipped away unnoticed and walked to the pond at the other end of the Burrow’s garden. Hidden from view by a thick tree line, he laid down on the ground, pondering the injustice of the world, cursing himself for letting Ginny go and for getting so riled up about her dancing with some else at the same time. He did not know how much time passed while he was sunken in his dark thoughts, but he guessed that it had been several hours. Finally having grown tired with his solitude, he went back to the celebration, wanting to find out how things were going between Ron and Hermione.

Halfway on his way back, he saw Fred, George and Charley sitting on the grass, shielded from getting seen by the wedding guests by some rose bushes. They were laughing merrily about something and Harry could see several bottles lying on the ground in front of them. Wanting to find out what they were up to, he walked over to them, his first mistake.

“Hey guys, what are you doing?” asked Harry, as soon as he was standing next to them. “Where’s Ron?”
“Ickle Ronnikins is busy snogging his girlfriend.” slurred Fred – or was it George? “And we are properly celebrating our brother’s wedding. Wanna join us?”
He picked up one of the bottles lying on the floor and gave it to Harry. It was Ogden’s Old Firewhiskey, which explained the glassy eyes of the three brothers and their very good mood. Harry’s instinct told him to turn the offer down; it was barely three o’clock in the afternoon and he did not have any experience with strong drinks. But then he realized that that it would be hours before the wedding was over; hours which he would either have to spend alone, for Ron and Hermione was too busy with themselves, glowering at Ginny and Jean, or getting nagged by his pseudo ex-girlfriend. Suddenly the idea of getting drunk was much more inviting.
“Okay, I’m in.” he said and that had been his second mistake.

The three Weasleys were delighted to have another drinking buddy and after half an hour, Harry was at least as drunk as they were. Still, he was really having fun for the first time in at least a month. He could not remember what they had talked about, but he knew that every topic had been hilarious. Everything could have been just fine, but after almost two hours, an unforeseeable event changed the whole situation.

Ginny discovered them and after having tried to get them to stop drinking at first, had been challenged into a drinking contest by one of the twins. Ginny, famous for being a hothead, agreed and soon she had joined Harry in his intoxicated state. He did not remember who won the contest, but it did not matter anyway. Fred, George and Charley left soon after it was over to congratulate Bill and to mingle with the other guests, leaving Harry and Ginny alone. They had talked and joked for hours, all awkwardness gone in their drunken state, night slowly falling between them. Around midnight, they decided to go to bed and found the house dark and quiet. They walked up to Ginny’s room and prepared to say goodnight to each other.

Harry did not know who made the first move, but suddenly their lips were crushed together, their hands roaming to touch any scrap of bare flesh they could find. Ginny roughly bit Harry’s lip as his left hand cupped her arse and he opened his mouth obediently. Ginny’s tongue slipped inside and started to dance with his own for the first time in more than a month. Passion crackled between them and what little was left of Harry’s plan to push her away crumbled within seconds.

Suddenly they found themselves standing in Ginny’s room rather than in front of the door. Harry could not remember who of them had opened it, but truth be told, he could care less at the moment. He barely had time to register that Hermione was not in the room, a fact which the tiny still working part of his brain considered interesting indeed. His contemplation was short lived, because Ginny used exactly this moment to wrap her legs around his waist, applying delicious pressure on his engorged cock. Both of her hands grabbed his neck and she further deepened the kiss tasting every bit of his hot mouth. She had always loved his taste: orange and cinnamon, today mingled with a definite bit of Firewhiskey.

Her bold move rendered it difficult for Harry to keep his balance and he only managed two shaky steps before falling down. Fortunately they had been standing close enough to Ginny’s bed to land on the soft mattress, their lips never losing contact. Unfazed, her hands unattached themselves from his neck and started to tuck futility at his robes, attempting to pull them off.
“Damned things.” she muttered, after having abandoned Harry’s neck to trail wet kisses along his jaw line.
“Use…wand…” was all Harry managed to gasp before she started sucking at his sensitive pulse point, turning the rest of his statement in a garbled mass of groans and curses. Suddenly Ginny remembered a spell her dorm mates had talked about once. One of her hands found Harry’s wand in one of his robe’s pockets and she stopped sucking his neck, ignoring his groan of protest, to mutter the incantation under her breath.

Every scrap of their clothing disappeared only to reappear neatly folded next to the bed. The feeling of hot skin on hot skin caused both of them to freeze for a few heartbeats. Their eyes travelled over the other’s body, drinking in every contour and burning them in their memories. After a few seconds their eyes met, brown and green both nearly black with lust. The moment stretched for an immeasurable amount of time, before Harry broke its magic.
He attacked Ginny’s mouth again with increased ferocity, while his hands started travelling down her nubile body. She moaned as he cupped her breast and gently squeezed her nipples between his ring and index fingers. Slightly surprised at how easily he managed to make her moan despite his inexperience, Harry decided to try something he had often seen in Ron’s dirty magazines.

Abandoning her mouth, Harry kissed his way down to her left breast and started to lick and to suck the engorged and hardened peak. She tasted amazing and each lick increased his longing to find release. He was harder than he had been ever before, harder than he had even considered possible. Every nerve in his body was screaming at him to forcer her legs apart and to roughly pound into her until he was done. Even though it was more then tempting and despite the alcohol and hormones induced haze that had settled on his brain, he still wanted her to enjoy this moment as well. Therefore he restrained himself, not knowing how long he would be able to.

His right hand travelled down her body, passing her bellybutton and her triangle of fiery locks, before finding what it was searching for. His index and middle finger slipped into her very centre – Harry was both pleased and surprised to find her soaking wet – while his thumb searched for the sensitive nub slightly above her entrance. The effect was immediate. Ginny’s hands roughly buried themselves in his hair and she started to buck underneath him, her moan of pleasure almost a scream. Harry started to move his fingers in and out, while circling his thumb and barely half a minute later, he felt her walls tightening around his fingers. Ginny came screaming his name.

Under normal circumstances Harry might have been worried about her waking up the house, but he was more than a bit preoccupied at the moment. His dick was throbbing like mad and he decided that it was about time to get some release himself. Grabbing his member, he positioned it directly in front of her entrance, looking at her face for any word or gesture of protest. None came.

Not needing any further encouragement Harry slipped completely into her, penetrating her hymen with a single thrust. He dimly noticed her face scrunching up in pain, but was way beyond caring. He kept on pumping, overwhelmed at how warm, wet and wonderfully tight she was. Harry barely managed ten thrusts before experiencing his most powerful orgasm ever. His whole body turned to jelly and for a moment he saw stars dancing in front of his eyes, as his brain was getting overrun by pleasure. Spent, he pulled out of her and fell asleep almost immediately.



Burying his face in his hands, Harry decided to get out of the room as quickly as possible. He badly needed time to think and a headache potion, before he would be able to face Ginny again. Also the risk of getting caught grew with each passing minute and encountering any member of the Weasley family while being in bed with Ginny was nothing Harry wanted ever to experience. He did not know what time it was, but soon or later the house would wake up. Better to leave now and to fix things later. If there was something left to fix.

Careful not to rouse his – whatever she was at the moment – Harry got out of bed, his gaze falling on her sleeping form. Damn it, she was beautiful! Her fiery locks were tousled from sleep and probably from him, making her appear both younger and sexier at the same time, if that was even possible. The amount of freckles dotting her skin was much smaller on her body than on her face, decreasing steadily until only one or two were left on her breasts, before disappearing completely. Harry could see her smiling in her sleep and for a moment he contemplated how nice it would be to wake up next to her for the rest of his life.

Then, he angrily crushed the thought, cursing himself for his folly and weakness. He could not have her and having shagged her certainly did not make things any easier. Frustrated, Harry quickly pulled his dressrobe over his naked body and headed out of the room into the bathroom.

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A hot shower later, Harry slowly trudged down the stairs, dressed in the very same clothes he had worn yesterday, not daring to enter the room he shared with Ron to grab some new ones. Ron. Damn! How on earth was he going to look into his best mate’s face after having shagged his baby sister only a few hours ago? He highly doubted that it would matter to Ron that he had been drunk; he would probably already be punching Harry directly after he had uttered the words “shagging” and “Ginny” in the same sentence. No, it was definitely better to leave his best friend in the dark, at least until he had mended things with Ginny. Until then, well, he would simply have to be a great actor.

Harry took heart in the face that at least the throbbing in his head had lessened, the first bright spot on this dark day. Nevertheless, he still wanted to get the potion or at least a cup full to the brim with hot, strong coffee. On his way to the kitchen, he caught glimpses of Ron and Hermione sleeping on a couch in the living room, snuggled tightly together. They definitely had not been there when he and Ginny had returned to the house yesterday and Harry considered this a very good sign indeed. It had been a long and hard way, but finally the two of them seemed to be getting their act together! Hopefully, their arguments would grow less numerous, a rift between his two friends would be the icing on Harry’s current cake of problems.

Tiptoeing into the kitchen, Harry was more than a bit surprised to find Remus Lupin already there, even though the kitchen clock read no more than seven in the morning. A cup of coffee and the newest issue of the Daily Prophet were lying on the table in front of him. He looked tired, but a small smile was plastered on his face nevertheless.
“Morning, Harry.” he said as soon as Harry had entered the kitchen. “You don’t look too well, rough night?”
“Too much Firewhiskey.” replied Harry, pouring himself a cup of coffee out of the pot standing next to the stove. “When did you arrive? I do not recall seeing you during the ceremony.”
“That’s right, I arrived around eight o’clock last evening, but you were nowhere to be found at this time.” answered his old teacher. “Anyway, I have got good news for you; the prophet reports that Hogwarts will be reopening! There will be some new security guidelines and a few new teachers, of course, but most will remain unchanged. McGonagall has been appointed headmistress by the board of governors. “

“That’s good.” replied Harry, pensively. “It will never be the same, though.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true.” said Lupin, lost in thought for a moment, before changing the topic, apparently not in the mood to talk about Dumbledore’s demise. “Anyway, I went through some of my old belongings yesterday, searching for a spellbook I owned ages ago and stumbled over a crate filled with old books. There were your father’s and he gave them to me during the first war to help me surviving. As a tame werewolf I was trapped between the sides, hence James thought I could do with a bit of extra protection. A few days later he went into hiding and I got so caught up in the war that I forgot about the books entirely.”

He extracted a tiny chest out of his picket and put if down on the table before returning it to its original size with a flick of his wand. It was made of dark wood and roughly ten inches wide, twenty long and five inches high. He opened it and extracted four battered books, placing them on the table as well. Harry quickly scanned the titles: The Auror’s Handbook, Focus Arkanum – Unleash Your Hidden Powers, Your Mind, Your best Weapon and Fifty Wicked Combat Spells.

“I know that you are going to finish the quest you started with Dumbledore and that it will be dangerous. Therefore, I consider it appropriate to give these volumes to you.” continued Lupin. “James was a passionate Auror and loved collecting all kind of information on fighting the dark arts. Some of the techniques described in them may be dangerous, I don’t know, for I have never read them. It is possible that these books are therefore considered illegal, but we can’t afford always playing by the rules in these dark times. It would be prudent not to mention that you own them, except to very trustworthy ears.”

“Thanks Remus.” replied Harry, feeling as though Christmas had come early this year. This was exactly the kind of information he had been looking for all summer! Maybe fate did not hate him as much as he had thought. “I will put them to good use.”
“I expect nothing less.” returned his old teacher. “Oh, and the Hangover Potion is in the cupboard to your right.”