Return To Me

It was the worse summer Harry Potter ever experienced. The death of Albus Dumbledore has brought the Wizarding world to a silent standstill in the fight against The Dark Lord.
Departing Hogwarts after the tradgity of such a loss is unbearable. The loss of the greatest wizard to ever exist. Why now? Why when we had just begun the fight, when we are so close to finally defeating Lord Voldemort? Why willingly leave the fight so soon?
Harry, the boy who lived, the chosen one, the only one Dumbledore put his full trust in, stands alone.
Just before his birthday arrived, Harry's journey to the Burrow struck yet another pair of upsetting factors: Alastor 'Mad-Eye' Moody has perished in the travel, as well as George Weasley losing an ear at the hand of Severus Snape.
Now at the Burrow, feeling alone and shunned from everyone, Harry Potter sits alone in his shared room with his best friend Ron Weasley. Alone, in the deepest darkness available, Harry Potter cries.
Just before night falls, Harry joins the entire household for dinner. Composing himself prior to desending the stairwell, he is quite surprised to see he is not the last to arrive for dinner.
Ginny Weasley, Harry's ex-girlfriend and Rons sister, calls to him to wait for her. Curious, he waits to see if she has something important to say to him or just doesn't want to walk alone to the table. She has barely spoken to him since he arrived, mainly in part by his seclusion. This, to Harry, could become ackward. He still deeply cares for her, and the fact that their breakup was only weeks before made him very nervous. Lucky for Harry she just wanted to walk along side of him to dinner.
After dinner and dessert the Weasley's continued preperation of the upcoming wedding. Again, Harry aseneded the stairs to his room as he did after every meal. He wanted to be alone, and everyone gave him his privacy. At least, almost everyone.
"Harry, can I come in?" Ginny calls softly through the door. Her voice drove tears back to his eyes. The love of his life asking an innocent question, yet the tone sounded so happy. Why, Harry thought, is she happy? I broke it off with her, Dumbledore was just killed, her brother just lost an ear. She should resent me. I should be loathed, not acknowledged.
More time passed before he heard Ginny step away from the door. Several seconds later, her footsteps echo as she leaves for her room.
Unbeknownst to Harry, she left only becase Ron was on his way up to the room. Seconds later, Ron entered with Hermione Granger, his only other true friend. Harry pretended to be asleep so he wouldn't have to speak. He missed his friends helping with his situations, but this was far more than either of them have ever helped with. This is his problem, his alone.
Hours passed before Harry knew it. He opened his eyes to see it is well past midnight. Hungry, Harry leaves his room. Donning his Invisibility Cloak, Harry creeps down the staircase as quiet as he can, intentionally skipping certain steps he knew would give away his position.
SNAP!!
Instinct set in and Harry lifted his wand, ready to attack. In his haste, the cloak fell to the floor. In the light of his wand, Ginny Weasley is shaking, pale, and horrified, as well as surprised at the sudden appearance of another person. Harry, realizing it is Ginny, lowers his wand but doesn't put it away. Experience in the last six years told him that all may not be as it seems.
When he spoke, Harry's voice was soft, quiet, and aggressive. "When you were possessed by the diary, what did I do to save you?"
Ginny didn't answer. She just stood, teary eyed, looking at him with her brown eyes. She stood, terrified at the man she loved. What a question to be asked. He knew the answer. He was there. Why ask something he knew the answer to.
Harry, fearing the worse, raised his wand and commanded the question again. This time, more aggresive than before. And again she just stood there. Still. Nothing to be said. Angered, Harry grabbed her forcefully and dragged her down the remainder of the stairs. Ginny uttered not a sound. Just stared at her exboyfriend whom she loved more than life itself.
Doing all he knew to do Harry pushed and shoved Ginny to the backyard where he could interrigate her loudly. The shed, he thought. That is where I need to take her. Lock her and myself in so as to not be seen or heard.
"Who are you really?" he demanded in their privacy. "Why are you here?" "What are you here to do?" "Speak now or I shall make you suffer as you are making me suffer right now."
Softly, and quite suddenly, Ginny spoke. "You entered the Chamber of Secrets and followed the tunnels. You fought off both the Basilisk and Tom Riddle. You stabbed the diary with a fang from the Basilisk and it stopped Riddle from returning. You saved me."
Numbness filled Harry completely. It truly is Ginny! Harry dropped his wand and immediately began to cry. "I'm so sorry Ginny! Please, forgive me. I thought...I, I didn't think it was...Oh Ginny! I'm sorry!"
Mortified from his actions, Harry dashed out of the shed towards the house, ignoring the calls to come back from Ginny. How could he, even for a second, not believe it was Ginny Weasley that startled him? Ginny, the one who had bestowed friendship to him without asking anything in return. Now that he thinks of it, how could anyone enter the Burrow other than himself, Hermione, and the Weasley family? It was protected. Nobody could even find it without first being brought to it by one of the residents. The more Harry thought, the worse he felt. He hated himself for treating Ginny as he did. He swore to her, and worse of all, to Ron that he would never hurt Ginny in ay way. He hurt her, both physically and emotionally.
Ginny just stood there, calling out to Harry to return. What had happened? Why did he act that way? And why, after admitting to him she was the real Ginny, did he run away?
Over the next few days, Harry could barely eat or sleep. Ginny was on his mind. He spent all the time he could thinking of a way to apologize to her. I need to make it up to her, he thought. But she seemed to be avoiding him. He tried waiting for her to leave her room for lunch on several occations, to no avail. Harry began to wonder if she was even at the Burrow.
Ginny, trying to gather her toughts, has been as seclusive as Harry since the incedent the other night. Rarely, she ventured from her room to use the facilities or to eat something. Her mother, Molly, asked her what has happened to her. Ginny just smiled weakly and replied each time the same way, "I'm okay. Just a little tired from all the work I've been putting in for the wedding, and still a little upset about Dumbledore." Her mother, not buying this explination for long, gave Ginny her privacy, though she still pestered Ginny countless times for the real reason. Ginny never caved in, just stuck to her lie.
Two days before the wedding, Harry was approached by Molly, to asist her with the preperations. There was still much to be done and precious little time to get them all done. To Harry's dismay, he was instructed to help Ginny clean the entire house. Molly had this planned out. She instructed Harry to ask Ginny what was on her mind and troubling her so deeply. Harry knew why. It was because of him she was reclusive. But he dare not tell Molly. It would upset her, not only by his actions, but by the fact that Ginny refused to tell her.
Throughtout the course of a day Harry avoided speaking to Ginny, though he had so much to say to her. She was the only one, aside of Ron and Hermione, that he can tell his problems to. And Ginny knew things that Harry couldn't tell Ron or Hermione. Personal things. And only in Harry does Ginny confied her personal and private thoughts.
Ginny tried to say something to him. Cleared her throat to see if he would look up at her. Coughed. Even a well placed sneeze did not deter his work. Why is he ignoring me she thought. Is he still upset about the other night? Does he not realize that I understand why he acted the way he did? I don't blame you...The words just wouldn't leave her lips. I need to tell him. He needs to know I am not upset. But how when I can't even speak? What can I do?
Harry just wanted to finish his chores and return to his room. He had no desire to spend anymore time with Ginny than he needs to. It was a very ackward being in her presence and not saying anything. He has so much to say, yet nothing at all.
Hours passed. The tension grew stronger every passing second. Ginny just couldn't take it anymore. She just had to force the words out of her mouth.
"HARRY!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs. Fear hit Harry. What was happening? A draw of the wand and a quick sprint to her location was something that just came natural. In seconds Harry Potter was across the room, ready to attack.
Bewildered, he said "What is it? What happened? Are you alright?" Ginny just sat there on the floor, silent. This was all that Harry could take. "Ginny! What is your problem? You scream as if you are being attacked and then you don't tell me why you screamed in the first place! What possessed you to...?"
With that, Ginny's kiss silenced Harry and subdued his rage. A kiss like none they had ever shared before. As if the world was speaking to him through this kiss, telling him that she is sorry.
As quickly as it happened, the kiss was over. Harry opened his eyes to see she was crying, and not a happy cry. A cry of sadness and longing. "I love you" was all the Ginny said before she exited the room, not glancing back at Harry. She was finally done. She did all she could. Now it was up to Harry to realize what she meant.
Over the coarse of ten long minutes, Harry stood stationary. What just happened, he finally thought. Or rather, he said aloud. "Harry dear, are you okay?" Molly asked. Startled by this, Harry replied "What do you mean Mrs. Weasley?" Molly, still baffled, answered "You just asked 'What just happened' and you have been standing there for the five minutes I've been in here. Is there anything troubling you dear?"
Harry, not wanting to reveal what just happened between him and her daughter, just smiled and said "I wast just thinking about something very important to me and I guess I spaced out for a minute." Not pressing Harry to tell the truth, for she knew a lie when she heard one, simply said "Alright Harry. I'm just concerned for your well being."
Immediately, Harry made an excuse to leave. He had to talk to Ginny, face-to-face and alone. Nothing in the world mattered to him now but Ginny Weasley.
Ginny lays, crying, on her bed. Depression has started to set in, and she feels as if she should just let Harry Potter go. He doesn't want me anymore, she thought. I should just go on with my life, alone. These thoughts didn't go away. It felt as if time barely was creeping by. Suddenly, her door just opens, forcefully. Ginny paniced, for her wand was on the other side of the room.
Harry just opened the door, not waiting for Ginny to tell him it was alright to enter. As quickly as her door opened, it was closed. "Ginny, I'm sorry how I acted the other night. And now, with what just happened downstairs, I feel even worse. Please, Ginny, can you ever forgive me?"
Ginny just stood there. Her depression dispersed, and anger took its place. She quickly pushed past her former boyfriend, grabed her wand, and turned to point it at Harry's face, directly between his eyes. Harry, not knowing her intentions, drew his own wand, and directed it at her just as he did before. They both stood there, not knowing who would make the first move. Harry, remembering back to his fifth year, knew what power Ginny possesed, and if it was really Ginny behind the wand pointed at him, he was afraid.
Ginny's fury exploded out of her. "Harry, how dare you storm in here?! How dare you treat me the way you have been?! Why treat me as if I am some evil Death Eater each time I am around you?! Why?! Tell me right now or I will curse it out of you!!"
Sparks flew from the end of her wand, scorching Harry's face with each exclimation. Not knowing what to say, or what to do for that matter, just took the barrage from his would-be attacker. Question after question he stood stationary. The final statement scared him. Harry forgot how to speak out of fear. He was going to die, he just knew it. Fear has paralyzed him. Tremors began in his feet, then to his, legs, and reaching his arms and hands Harry's wand fell from his hand to the floor. All of his muscles failed him at that moment, and he joined his wand on the floor.
"Oh, Harry!!!" Ginny screamed, dropping down to his side, "Are you okay? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have lost my temper! Please tell me you are alright!"
Harry was numb. he couldn't remember the last time he felt this way. He was paralyzed from fear and anger, immobile out of regret and of self sorrow. It was not Ginny who caused this, though at first he believed it was. It was fear that he himself may harm Ginny, not that she would harm him. Feeling stll had not returned and he lay lifeless, wondering if he ever would be able to move again. He could not see, nor could he hear. Ginny's words were not heard. Harry struggles to regain his composure, but nothing seems to work.
"Finite!!" Harry heard Ginny exclaim. Everything returned, he could feel and see and hear. He then realized what had happened to him: Ginny must have cursed him into that state. Whether accedental or purposely, she had cursed him. He knew that feeling, being immobilized only weeks ago. That is what had happed.
"Why?" Harry asked her. Bewildered by the question, Ginny replied "Why what?" Anger once again began to swell inside Harry. "You cursed me! Why?" Ginny couldn't figure out how she could have cursed him without uttering a word. "Harry, I didn't. I threatened it but I wasn't going to. I could never curse you. You, Harry Potter, The Chosen One, could have easily stopped me if I tried. And..." Ginny just stopped speaking. She didn't know why until she opened her eyes.
Harry Potter couldn't stop himself. He just reacted to his instinct. His kiss began gently, progressing to be more aggressive. The longer he kissed her, the more he wanted to be hers. He had her once, why not again. She had told him minutes ago that she loves him, and now she needs to know how much he loves her. "I love you too" Harry said as he broke the kiss.
Ginny was in heaven. Harry was kissing her, and he said he loves her. But her thoughts began to get intimate, more intimate than they ever had been before. She knew there was a chance that Harry would leave her again, and possible be killed, very soon. But still, she wanted to take her relationship with Harry Potter farther than she ever has.
Slowly, and with great care, Ginny ran her hands up and down Harry's back. She knew what she wanted to do, just not how she should do it properly. She had painful urges to just rip of his shirt, but she surpressed them. She had to plan everything out so subtle so as to not frighten him away. But her problem is being subtle. Never in her life has she ever tried to. Maybe I should just tell him what I want and see how he reacts, she thought. But it was then that she realized she wouldn't have any difficulty taking their relationship to the next level.
Whether he realized it or not, Harry Potter was resting his left hand upon her right breast. Ginny was taken aback at this for a few seconds, but did nothing to remove his hand. She enjoyed feeling his hands touching her. But before too long she was wanting to feel more. Breaking the kiss, Ginny grabbed Harry's hand away. Harry, horrorstruck, didn't have any time to say anything to her, for she spoke right away. "Harry Potter! You naughty, naughty boy!!" Before he knew it, Ginny had grabbed the bottom of her shirt and removed it easily, leaving her in only a red silk bra and her favorite black skirt.
Harry couldn't believe his eyes. Here was Ginny Weasley, the girl of his dreams, sitting before him without her shirt on. He didn't know what to think, or what to do. He wanted to say something to her, and there was so much he wanted to do to her. He was, for the first time in his life, afraid to move.
"Well don't just sit there and do nothing Harry" she said to him. Harry, in all honesty, said "I don't know what to do." Ginny giggled. "Well, for starters, you can take off your shirt too. Then you can always 'try' to take off my skirt, if you behave" she said. Harry nervously replied "I've never done anything like this before. This is the first time I have even seen a girl in her bra." Ginny looked shocked. "You never even seen a girl in a bra before? What did you and Cho do when you two were dating, practice Charms?"
Harry couldn't think of a respose at first. Ginny brought back old memories and he needed to think of what he and Cho did in their brief relationship. "No. We spent a lot of our time talking mostly. And she talked about Cederic more than I can count. She didn't feel too comfortable getting close at all, really." Ginny was stunned, but before she had time to reply, Harry asked a question that took her aback. "How many times have you done this?"
"Harry, this is the first time I ever done this, and you are the only one I want to do this with. I can't explain why, but I feel things I never felt before. I don't really want to go too far, but I do want to go farther than this."
Harry just stared, blankly, in Ginny's general direction. She wants to go farther he thought. How far is too far Ginny thought. Ginny waited several moments for Harry to make a move, but he didn't. Instead, he sat before her, gazing into space. Ginny, not wanting to wait any longer, grabbed Harry's shirt and pulled it over his head. Still no reaction from him. What will bring him back to reality she thought to herself. All of a sudden, she had an idea. It may be farther than she wants to go, but this would be sure to awaken him.
Going bold, Ginny Weasley rests her hand on Harry's inner thigh. Slowly, and not knowing if she was doing it right, she begins to rub his thigh. She was shocked to feel something growing with each motion. Harry, snapping out of his daze, was in heaven. He didn't think twice when he ran his hand up her leg, under her skirt, and between he thighs. Ginny began to feel slightly uneasy about what he was doing, but she was determined not to stop him, or herself, from the movements.
Harry was surprised that Ginny was being this adventurous, not just with him, but in general. She always had been bold to try or do things new, but this seemed so unlike her. Ginny felt odd about doing these new things, but she did like how they felt, especially how Harry felt. She had been amorous before, but never quite to this extent.
Ginny wanted to see exactly what she could feel. Her hand moved to Harry's belt line and began to unbutton his pants, or at least tried to. This simple task to many was difficult for her, as it was something she had never done before. Harry, sensing what she was doing, wanted to assist her, but he knew better. She was very independant and did not like to recieve help. But after five minutes of fumbling, Harry couldn't let her struggle any longer. He quickly unbuttoned his pants for her, and she looked furious.
"I could have done it myself, I was just toying with you" she lied. Now Harry began to feel bad, but that feeling changed immediately to pleasure. Ginny snaked her hand down his pants and boxers, finding what she wanted to find. Feeling was one thing, but now she knew she wouldn't rest until she saw what she could feel.
It didn't take Ginny long to get Harry out of his pants. She stared, transfixed, on the first penis she ever seen. It stood, majesticly, at six inches tall. To Harry, this is just average sized, and it could be larger. But to Ginny, it was enormous, larger than she ever imagined.
Harry, not wanting to lose out on an oppritunity, asserts himself and tries to remove Ginny's skirt. Ginny stops him and says "You'll get your chance if you behave. Remember me telling you earlier?"
Harry knew she was toying with him, but he didn't want her to know he knew. He just sat there, waiting as patiently for his turn as he could. But on the other hand, Ginny was enticing him more and more. She just sat next to him, staring at his manhood. Harry was beginning to get impatient, and quite uncomfortable. He wanted her to do something other than stare. Touch it, rub it, anything to stop her from staring.
"Ginny" Harry finally said, "I'm starting to feel uneasy. All this staring is ackward." Ginny only giggled, and when she spoke she sounded sweet and innocent. "Good. For a minute I began to wonder."
Perplexed, Harry asked "You want this to feel ackward?" Ginny then replied "It wouldn't be a wonderful memory if it wasn't." Before Harry knew it, Ginny began to stroke his member gently, but not for long. She was satisfied with what she had done, and hoped he would be too.
"Would you like to see more of me Harry?" Ginny asked. But she already knew his answer, so she didn't waste any time waiting for him to answer. She stood up, and began to pull her skirt down, slowly. She wanted to torture Harry for as long as she could. Down to just her silk bra and matching red lace panties, she walks away from Harry, as if to say I still haven't fully forgiven you for how you've been treating me. But that was short lived.
Unclasping her bra with her back toward Harry, Ginny turned, slowly, and walked back in his direction. Carefully, and precisely, she slowly removed her bra. She took extra care to fully hide her breasts from him, at least until she felt it necessary to reveal them. The torture must be unbearable to him she thought.
Harry couldn't begin to think of a more perfect time in his life than this. Ginny, the woman he has coveted for over two years, was striding towards him, in a most tantalizing way. Harry could feel she wanted to do more, but she did have her morals. He would never do anything that she didn't want to do.
Ginny, not able to torture Harry any longer, exposes her firm breasts to him. Harry gasps, loudly, and Ginny became concious of herself. Afraid that her perfect breasts were less than perfect to him, she quickly covers them up. "Please don't" Harry says to her. "They are amazing!" Ginny, a little confused, asks "Why did you gasp then?" Harry replies back to her, a bit of a shake in his voice "They are just so amazing and I was so caught off guard. But please don't hide them."
Ginny beamed to him. He thinks my breasts are amazing she thought. she exposed them to him once again, but wasn't done showing him what she had. Nervously, and with shaking hands, she gripped the elastic of her panties. She slowly slid them down her soft skinned thighs, and stopped. Why am I doing everything she thought. Harry should have some of the fun. She pulled them back up, and smirked at him. "If you want to see more you will have to do it yourself."
Dumbfounded, Harry just sat there. Ginny seized this oppritunity to place her focus back to his manhood. Not knowing exactly what to do, her instinct took over, and she began to slowly stroke it. Harry lost all of his senses at one. Ginny, the one he loves and cares most about in the world, was pleasuring him. He couldn't help but moan from pleasure. But Harry, knowing a little more about this than that of Ginny, was swiftly reaching his limit. He had to act quickly.
Harry stopped her, although his entire body was screaming at him for it. He, very nervously, picked her up from the floor and pulled her into a standing position. Harry then crouched down and kneeld. Ginny looked a little worried, but Harry's well placed kiss on her hand brightened her up.
He didn't really know what he was doing, but knew that Ginny would stop, or correct, him. He gripped he lace panties and slowly lowered them. But Harry was intoxicated at the sight and aroma of Ginny's maidenhood. He stopped just above her knees, and it was apparent that this is as far as he was going to pull them down. He was hypnotised by what he saw. A tuft of red hair set atop of her pubic area. Already Harry knew that Ginny was quite aroused, but now he would knew to what extent.
Ginny grew impatient. Harry needs to look, touch, whatever. Just take off my panties alread. Not able to wait any longer, Ginny pulled them down and off before Harry had a chance to blink.
Now Ginny knew Harry was the one she wanted to be her first, but not now. Not today. But she did have several thoughts and ideas running through her head, and the time has come to set some of them into action.
Going bold, Ginny again grabs Harry's manhood, but this time only to guide him off the floor and to her bed. Harry can't help but follow her lead. Harry moves to her bed. But now what does she have planned for me?
Ginny became a little nervous. What if he thinks I want to make love to him? Should I tell him that I'm not ready yet? These questions and many more clouded her thoughts, but she kept vigilent and sat down next to him. "Harry, I'm not ready to take this too far. I do want you to be my first, but not right now" Ginny said to him. Relieved, Harry replied "I'm glad you feel that way Ginny. To be completely honest with you, I have no idea what to do. I mean, I do have a basic idea, but not entirely sure."
Ginny didn't know either, though her mother did do a good job explaining sex to her. Molly told her of alternitives to it, and now Ginny was going to see how well they work. Harry on the other hand knew nothing about the subject. He was never told anything by Uncle Vernen, and he was quite glad to tell the truth. Ron had said a few things to him, and so did Sirius, but none of what they said made sense back then. Now he wished he had listened more.
Ginny could sense he didn't know what to do, so she tried to help him along. She too his hand and placed it down between her legs. She told him to be gentle, and he began to explore. Ginny knew what she liked, and it seemed that he did to. While he explored, he found that certain areas made Ginny moan, so he paid close attention to them.
Ginny was enjoying herself, and so was Harry. With that, Ginny again began to stroke his manhood, slowly and gently, as well as kissing him passionately. Taking this as a cue from Ginny, Harry uses his other hand and grasps one of her amazing breasts in his hand. The pleasure the two created for the other was unimaginable.
Harry could tell he was getting close, but didn't know if Ginny was. Ginny, on the otherhand, felt herself getting close and didn't know if Harry was. Still, they continue to pleasure each other.
"Oh Harry, please don't stop! I'm so close!!" Ginny exclaimed. Harry, hearing her vocalize her approaching orgasm, replies "Me too Ginny! Please don't stop either!!" The two began to intensify their motions, faster and more aggressively than before.
It was Ginny who reached her climax first. Her moans and gasps sent Harry into a frenzy, and he quickened his pace, and so did Ginny. But now it was Harry who began to climax. Not able to give her a warning, he released in a spasm, making a mess all over both himself and Ginny.
It took close to ten minutes before either of them could move again, the reminents of their climaxes still lingering. After all that, Ginny felt mush closer to Harry than ever before. "Harry" she said, "Thank you so much. You were wonderful." Harry, still breathing heavy, said "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I really had fun. But will we do this again soon?" Ginny thought for a few seconds and then said "I hope, but not until after the wedding. We can't spend too much alone time together."
Harry understood. The more time they spend together, the more suspicious Molly would get. But this was more than enough to keep him happy. He just hopes that it lasts until the wedding ends.
The next two days came and went quickly. The wedding was spectacular. To Harry, Ginny was much more beautiful than the bride. During the reception, Ginny approached Harry, who was disguised as a muggle by use of the polyjuice potion, and pulled him away from the party so they could be alone. "Harry, will you join me in my room after everyone else leaves?" "Of course I will Ginny" he said. But he didn't have a chance to say anything else.
A patronus landed in the middle of the reception, a magnificent lynx. And without any warning, it spoke in a most familiar voice. Kingsley warned all at the wedding that the ministry had fallen to the ark Lord, the Minister of Magic was dead, and Death Eaters were on there way.
Harry immediately grabs Ginny's hand and returned her to her parents as their protection would be far better than his own. Before they reached Molly and Arthur, Ginny pulled him him close and said "I love you Harry."
The protective charms were disabled, and people left and right began to Apparate around them. Hermione and Ron appeared out of nowhere and snatched Harry away from her. As Hermione fixated a destination to Apparate to, Harry heard Ginny yell one last thing to him as the darkness enveloped him:
"Return to me.."