Corridor

Gasping for breath Harry shot up in his bed. ‘Another nightmare’ he muttered.

So many nights this had happened since Cedric had been murdered, since Voldemort returned, since Sirius died. Most the time he’d just stare at the ceiling of his room in Gryffindor Tower, waiting for the day to slowly arrive, or for exhausting to set in. This time was different though; he was too restless, he needed to get up and do something. Hoping that some food or drink might calm him down some, he grabbed his invisibility cloak and took off for the kitchens.

After coming out of one of the lesser known secret passages Harry continued down the deserted corridor before stopping in shock as he turned the next corner. Ginny Weasley, his best mate’s little sister, was standing in the corridor directly in front of him, her shirt un-tucked and open, making out with Dean! Dean’s hands began to inch there way up Ginny's pale, firm stomach. It seemed to be a bit too much for Ginny though, as she stopped the exploring they were doing to his back and grabbed the offending hand, preventing him from going any further.

It was as though something large and scaly erupted into life in Harry's stomach, clawing at his insides: Hot blood seemed to flood his brain, so that all thought was extinguished, replaced by a savage urge to jinx Dean into a jelly. Wrestling with this sudden madness, he finally managed to shake himself out of it and tried to sneak away. He still wasn’t able to take his eyes away from Ginny’s pale skin though and accidentally backed into the wall, starting all three of them.

Coming to his senses Harry quickly took off back the way he came, not stopping until he was back in the secret tunnel. Unfortunately, his relief was short lived as only a couple moments later Ginny ran into the tunnel, shutting the latch on the wall before leaning back against the wall to calm herself a few scant inches from him. Startled from the sound of someone coming, she hadn't had time to button her blouse back up and her run to the passage had knocked it off to the sides, giving him a perfect look at her chest.

Her breasts were much larger than he imagined in his dreams and looked, if anything, a little too large for her petite frame; not that he was complaining. They firmly stuck out in round circles from her thin body, yet were still pert enough that he didn't notice any sag to them at all. Her soft pink nipples, so pale that they were barely distinguishable from the rest of her breasts, were erect and pointed out right towards Harry, as if begging for attention.

It was only after he taken his wand and stuck her to the wall that he realized just how angry he’d become. Why should a git like Dean have all the fun? What had he'd ever done that could compare to what Harry had gone through? Was he the one who risked his life to save Ginny? Was he the one who nearly died fighting Voldemort or an 80 foot Basilisk? Was he the one with the fate of the world on his shoulders?

No of course not. Dean grew up normally, had normal experiences and got to kiss girls like a normal student. Harry was the one who had to save the day, prevent Voldemort from getting the Sorcerer's Stone, being forced to kill his own defense teacher while he was only 11. He was the one who had to save Ginny while Dean spent his days gossiping about how he was the one attacking people. He was the one who had to learn to cast the Patronus, a feat most adults couldn't even claim, at 13.

He helped win the Quidditch cup for Gryffindor at 13 too. Hell, ever since he started playing Quidditch in his first year he'd been there star player, but what did he get for it? Nearly killed. And what did Fred, George, and Oliver get? A night with Alicia, Angelina, and Katie!

He'd taken dozens of injuries over the years and nearly died multiple times in order for the team to win, but did they think to invite him? No, of course not. I mean why would they invite him? He was only 'ickle 'arry kins. Even a single kiss from anyone of the girls would've been more than enough. But no, it was always the cooler kids. Trouble makers like Fred and George, or pretty boys like Oliver and Cedric.

He nearly died again that last week of school saving his godfather, Ron, and Hermione; and what did he get for that? He found out one of his best friends had been keeping a secret the entire year, a secret that nearly destroyed there friendship permanently! Did he get to live with Sirius? No, of course not. He was Harry bloody Potter, the world would probably end before something good ever happened to him.

The next year he never even entered the bloody tournament, but that didn't matter to everyone else. He was Harry bloody Potter, of course he did it. Even his best mate thought so. Best friend... After learning Hermione kept such a massive secret from them, Ron became his best friend, his true friend that would never keep anything from him. They'd spoken about it a little those last few days of school that year... Then the tournament happened and Ron showed his true colors. And Dean? What did Dean do that year. Nothing! Just ignored him and took Ron’s side.

He nearly died trying to save Fleur's little sister and what did he get for that? A hug. Later in the year he even tried to talk to her. He didn't have much to say really, he'd just been having a bad day, one of many, saw her, and thought he'd ask about Gabrielle. Fleur hadn't even noticed he was there though, just walked right past him as he tried to get her attention. She only noticed the cool guys like Davis, or Bill. Never a ‘little boy’ like him.

Then the summer... At the end of the year, after the third task, Hermione had been adamant about how she'd write to him. Ron too, though to a lesser extent, but did either one bother telling there so called 'best friend' anything over the summer? No! Why would they? They got to spend the entire summer together. Oh yeah, they were told they weren't allowed too. A convenient excuse really. When had 'not being allowed' ever stopped the three of them before? Never. Harry doubted they even tried to argue, and knew they didn't try to do it anyways. It would've been incredible easy for Hermione to ask her parents to call him. She hadn't.

He was mad at the rest of them too. While he may not have known Ginny very well, he nearly died saving her life. Was it too much to think she do something as easy as write to him in his time of need? And Mr. and Mrs. Weasley, they'd not only been like a second family to him, but he saved there only daughter's life! He knew, knew, that there was no-way Mrs. Weasley would ever let anyone of her children suffer through the summer like Harry did. It wouldn’t have mattered what Dumbledore, or even the Ministry, said. She’d be there for her children, but he doubted if she’d even thought twice about him throughout the summer.

Remus was another he was angry with. He'd been one of his parent's best friends, his professor, and his tutor. All the time they'd spent together during his third Harry thought they were closer than just student and professor. He was wrong once again.

They may not have been his best friends, but he was also angry with Fred and George for never trying to contact him. Especially considering he'd given them enough money to make there dreams come true. They knew where he lived, even been in his bedroom before. Anytime during the summer they could’ve Apparated over and let him know what was going on, but they didn't. All it would’ve taken was thirty seconds!

And to top it off, last year. He saved both his and his cousin’s life, but did receive any sort of congratulations? No, he got a full trial and nearly expelled!

Then he was turned into a joke by the Prophet! Was Dean the one that had to stand up for the truth when the entire school seemed to think he was some lying murderer? No! Did Dean have to deal with hundreds of hours of torture by Umbridge? No! Was it Dean who lost his godfather, his only remaining family, to Death Eaters? No!

It was only when he saw Ginny’s shocked expression that he realized he’d been speaking out loud all this time.

‘It wasn’t supposed to be this way!’ Ginny silently screamed to herself. The twins had promised, had sworn, that the potion wasn’t dangerous. It was only suppose to heighten whatever Harry was already feeling. It wasn’t like a love potion that created feelings; she wouldn’t do that to him. She just needed to know, needed to know once and for all, if he really did have feelings for her, or if she’d been wasting her time hoping for him. It wasn’t supposed to do this though! Who would’ve thought he’d kept so much inside of him? How was she supposed to have known he was that close to snapping?

No more! Harry thought to himself. No longer would he stand aside like a little boy and take it from everyone. No longer would he let them have what was rightfully his! No longer would he be cast aside and treated like shite. Taking in the sight of Ginny’s short, perfect body; her pale toned stomach, large perky breasts, long fiery red hair and swollen red lips, Harry couldn’t stand it anymore. He’d finally claim his reward!

Ginny’s eyes widened in horror at the implications, but before she could think to do anything, he was upon her; his warm lips smothering her own. The kiss was forceful and demanding, but not rough; it was more intoxicating than anything she’d felt before though. She both welcomed it and feared it. Her eyes opened as his rough hands touched her bare skin and she found herself looking right into his eyes. He couldn’t tell her what he wanted, didn’t know what he wanted himself, but he could show her. Show her his desires, his feelings, his pain and his need. Show her everything that coursed through him.

Looking directly into his eyes Ginny was shocked by the raw power in them, in him. So much raw emotion. He was completely open to her and she could see directly into his soul, and what she saw there… she’d never forget. He was desperate she realized, desperate for the affection, for the love he’d been denied all his life, but she saw fear there too. He was scared of her, of what he was feeling, and scared she’d hurt him even worse than he already had been.

And pain, Merlin was there pain. It was like his soul was screaming for help, for her to take away the pain. And then there was the power, so much power. It drew her in like a moth to a flame, overwhelming her, covering her, smothering her. She wanted to run away and never look at him again, never even think of him again. But she couldn’t. Her body was stuck to the wall as he did anything he wanted to her. She both hated and loved him for it. She deepened the kiss instead and lost herself in his power, his emotion, and his pain.

Harry felt her respond, felt her exploring his mouth as a wave of pleasure rushed through his body. She moaned into his mouth and he let himself go, sinking into the sensations, loosing himself completely in the kiss. He kissed her back hungrily; all the feelings of pain, loss, and anger; everything he had gone through disappeared when he kissed her. There was nothing else except the feeling of her tongue swirling around his, of her bare breasts pressing into his chest, of her hands moving around his body. Ginny pulled back gasping for air but he kissed her again, wanting to lose himself in the kiss once more. She was awakening something in him, something primal; something powerful. He needed it, needed to loose himself in the feeling, to awaken it once and for all time. To become whole.

He kissed her with every bit of passion he had. years of neglect and abandonment, years of pain and suffering and years of wanting, of needing, love was his fuel, and he funneled it all into his kisses. His hands grabbed her incredible arse and pulled her even harder into him, making her feel just what she did to him.

She moaned into his mouth and it egged him on even more, her breathing became ragged from his kisses as his hands caressed her arse. She ran her own hands through his hair, smiling into his mouth as she imagined his hair becoming even messier. She moved her hands all around his body, pushing away slightly so she could explore his chest, and then lower. ‘He may be shorter than Dean’, she thought, ‘but dear Morgana did he make up for it in other areas!’

The feeling of her tiny hand rubbing his aching hardness shocked Harry back to reality. He pulled back, separating his mouth from her, his body going rigid as the full impact of what he’d just done hit him. Ginny stood there, panting heavily to catch her breath as her mind raced trying to figure out what happened, why it stopped, how he could stop when it had felt so good.