Closer

A/N: This is my first fanfic ever, so tell me what you think, praise or advice, whichever fits.



Harry woke with a start; gasping for breath he numbly ran his fingers through his jet-black hair. It’s been a while since I’ve had one of those dreams, he thought, pondering why his flashback nightmares had returned. He ran over the dream in his mind, recalling his second year at Hogwarts, in which he had saved young Ginny Weasley from the Chamber of Secrets. She was no longer a young girl and certainly didn’t need Harry saving her anymore. The last five years had transformed her into a beautiful woman, and her childhood crush on Harry seemed to have died, much to his disappointment. It appeared as though his interest in her sparked only when hers for him went out. He thought about her often, marveling at how wonderfully her body and mind had matured over the last few years. He had resolved to the fact that it couldn’t be, she was, after all, his best friend’s sister, and she didn’t even like him. Even so, she would look at him sometimes with an interested gleam in her eyes, causing a flicker of hope to ignite in his mind, if only for a moment.

He was brought out of his stupor by a sharp tapping at his door, “Harry, it’s me, can I come in? Ron and Hermione are occupying my room and I don’t really want to interrupt them.” Ginny’s voice called out. Harry grinned at the thought of his two best friends, who had finally realized their feelings for each other. “Come on in” He replied, straightening his mussed up bed and making another failed attempt to flatten his hair. The door creaked open and Ginny slipped inside, dressed only in a cotton nightgown, the white fabric softly brushing against her fair skin. Harry’s mouth went dry, suddenly very aware that he was only wearing pajama bottoms.

‘H-have a seat” he sputtered, only dimly aware that he was speaking. She gingerly sat next to him on his four-poster, looking him over with concern in her eyes. “Are you alright Harry? You look as though you’ve seen a ghost.” “Yeah, I’m fine” he said, concentrating very hard on the carpet, “I just had a nightmare, that’s all.”

“So…” he started, rapidly changing the subject, “Ron’s with Hermione?” “Yeah” Ginny confirmed, “I only left to shower, and when I got back to our dorm, I could hear them in there. I hope it’s ok if I hang out here for a while…?” She inquired, Harry nodded his head roughly, “Of course it is Gin, I totally understand.” His eyes traveled down her nightgown, which stopped short of her knees, her legs were almost glowing in the dim lit room, her toes tugged at the carpet. She can’t be nervous here with me, can she? Harry wondered, trying desperately to keep his thoughts pure. “Er...right, I’m happy for the two of them though, it’s about time, isn’t it?” Harry posed. “Yeah, me too, it’s just…” Her voice trailed off, as if she was debating whether or not to say what was on her mind, “I guess I’m a little jealous sometimes.” She stated, hoping this wasn’t the wrong thing to say. “Jealous of what?” Harry asked. “That they’ve found each other, that they have someone.” Her voice fragile as she got that last sentence out. “Come on Gin, you’re stunning, there must be loads of guys who’re interested in you.” Harry offered, myself included, he thought to himself.

She looked taken aback, turning on him, “You think so?” Her eyes met his, “Yeah, I do” He answered in a low voice, unable to break contact with her piercing eyes. Her eyes searched him, determining whether or not he was being honest, he looked back at her, his eyes almost pleading her to trust him. He moved closer to her, placing his hand over hers, “Honest Gin, I think you’re amazing.”

Her eyes bore even deeper into his, then, taking him by surprise, she reached her hands around his head, pulled him closer, and pressed her lips against his. He was in shock, but quickly recovered and kissed her back. His mouth parted slightly and hers followed suit, their kiss deepening. Ginny kept her hands around the back of his head, pulling his hair through her fingers, pressing her mouth even harder against his. His hands found her waist, and with one swift move, pushed her back onto his bed. He moved his hands down, one now on each thigh, roughly opening her legs to enclose his waist, and then they traveled the length of her body, stopping on the sides of her torso, bringing her body up to meet his in an inescapable embrace. He slowly moved his tongue against hers, bringing his hands to her face, “You’ve no idea how bad I’ve wanted this” he whispered, their lips brushing as he spoke. “I think I might” she smirked, then closed the tiny gap between their lips with a fierce kiss. He nibbled her bottom lip slowly, and a gasp of surprise escaped from her mouth, she arched her body against his, grinding her hips around his waist.

His hands lightly traveled to the buttons on her nightgown, pausing slightly to see if she would stop him, to his satisfaction, she let him continue. He undid several buttons, but left the gown closed until the buttons were undone to just below her chest. He slowly pulled apart the fabric, revealing her creamy breasts, her nipples tight with anticipation. He feathered his hands over her, gently tweaking her nipples with his fingers. She let out another gasp and grinded her hips to his once more, her arms back above her head as he caressed her gently. His hands moved back to her thighs, and he grasped the fabric of her nightgown, pulling it up to reveal her glistening center, and bunched the fabric around her waist. With one hand, he pulled on one of her legs, successfully pulling them further apart. The other hand gently moved over the surface of her center, sending a shudder through her body. His thumb circled her clitoris, never directly touching it, causing Ginny to moan softly. He inserted two fingers into her folds, slowly moving in the wetness; all the while his thumb circled her clitoris. Her whole body quivered with excitement, “Take me now Harry” she whimpered.

He took both his hands from their positions, tugging off his pajama bottoms and throwing them haphazardly to the floor. His unit gleamed long and erect in the moonlight, she moaned at the sight of it. He positioned himself over her body so his unit gently touched her folds, her thighs still around his waist. He grabbed her wrists with his hands and pinned her arms above her head. Harry leaned over and kissed her deeply one more time, then pulled his body up, and crashed down again, impaling her. Ginny let out a long low moan, half pain half pleasure. He thrust again, with more urgency, over and over, in and out, her hips grinding furiously against him with each thrust, her arms still pinned over her head. His pace quickened and his thrusts grew shorter, his pelvis grinding meaningfully against her clitoris with each one. She gasped and moaned, breathing heavily, her breasts heaving with each breath.

Then it happened, his face scrunched and she stopped breathing with that last thrust, they came together, an orgasm jolting through both their bodies at once. Harry collapsed on Ginny, their bodies quivering, covered in sweat; he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her gently, still recovering.

“Good thing I took a contraceptive potion earlier” Ginny said moments later, smiling at Harry. “Hey…” he said, comprehension dawning, “did you plan this? Is Ron really in Hermione’s room?” “Yeah” she replied slyly, “but they’re only studying…” he opened his mouth to speak, but she caught it with a kiss, shutting him up. “You really are something Gin.” He said in awe, bringing his mouth to hers again.

“Really…something…” He trailed off, lost in her embrace, as they slowly nodded off in each others arms.