Tension and Fate

maryjeanfelton@hotmail.com
I\'m not trying to make any money, and I do not own these characters, I\'m just borrowing them! ;)

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\"Shh!\" said Fred, half-rising from the bed. \"Listen!\"
They fell silent. Footsteps were heard coming up the stairs again.
\"Mum,\" said George, and without further ado there was a loud crack and Harry felt the weight vanish from the end of his bed. A few seconds later they heard the floorboard creak outside their door; Mrs. Weasley was plainly listening to see if whether they were talking or not.
Hedwig and Pigwideon hooted dolefully. The floorboard creaked again and they heard her heading upstairs to check on Fred and George.
\"She doesn\'t trust us at all you know,\" said Ron regretfully.
He felt as if he would never go to sleep that evening, and he knew Ron must too. He could hear him in the bed next to him, breathing unevenly as if he was plauged by something unknown. Ron didn\'t doubt this was true. He admired Harry for all he had done, even through the times his jealousy had gotten the better of his actions. He knew, when he would admit it to himself, that he would never be as balanced as Harry was after all these experiences with the dark lord. Even the thought of him brought a shiver down Ron\'s spine. The bed creaked as he rolled to his side a little. The thought of the Harry and all thoublouble he had been through in the last 4 years was still ruling his thoughts, even though he knew he had to get to sleep and help his mum out with those doxies infesting the curtains in the morning. He tossed and turned, thinking about Quirrel, Tom Riddle, and the Tri-Wizard tournament. He had not been involved in the most dangerous adventures Harry had undertook. He could hear him breathing, peacefully now, in the bed next to him. The unoccupied portrait snored loudly, but Harry slept on. Ron had to talk to someone about him, he knew he couldn\'t sleep until he did. What if Harry got angry again tomorrow? He didn\'t blame him for being upset, he would be too if he had been alone all this time. If Harry didn\'t return to Hogwarts... well, Ron just couldn\'t leave his best friend behind and angry.
\"Hermoine must still be up with Ginny\" he thought resolutly, as he quietly slid out of bed and padded softly out of the room, the cold air drifting around his ankles, exposed from of his too-short pajamas.
He walked as softley as possible throughout the halls, listening carefully for his mother. His ears perked up as he heard a groan in the floorboards around the corner. Knowing he was dangerously close to the portrait of Mrs. Black, he breathed \"Who\'s there?\"
\"Ron?\" The whispered reply in a female voice. He immediately recognized the owner of the voice to be Ginny, his own little sister.
\"What are you doing out of bed? You should be asleep, Mum\'s going to be awfully heated if she find out he\" he\" he whispered back, forgetting that he, too, was out of his room.
\"I...I came down to see you. I was scared.\" Ginny fumbled after a second. If Ron had been listening, he might have noticed she seemed a little nervous, but he was too busy thinking about he was going to say to Hermoine, and little glad that Ginny wouldn\'t be there to listen to him, although he would not admit this to himself. \"I was so worried about you-know-who coming back, and Bill and Charlie, and Mum and Dad, and about Harry being expelled form school...\"
\"He hasn\'t been expelled yet!\" Ron broke in, a whispering a little too loudly. Then, checking himself \"He\'s in our room now, but he\'s asleep. You can sit in my bed until I come back. I... I need to give something back to Hermoine, and.. and ask her about something I overheard from the Order today.\" Catching Ginny\'s worried expression, he said quickly \"Don\'t worry! I\'ll tell you and Harry what we discuss. Wait for me, I should be back soon.\" Then he tiptoed off towards the girls room, while Ginny traced Ron\'s footsteps back to Harry.

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Ginny reached Ron\'s room first. She quietly opened the door and closed it gently behind her. She tiptoed past Harry and sat at the foot of Ron\'s bed. Glancing over at Harry, she thought \"I\'m glad Ron\'s not here\" Then clapped her hands to her mouth as though she had just let a secret slip. She decided she was over him! She and Hermoine had talked about it, and she told her. \'I don\'t have a chance with Harry. Too many girls want him, and he\'s infatuated with Cho Chang.\' \'I don\'t have a chance with Harry\' had become her motto, repeating it everytime she saw him made it much easier to talk to him now that they lived in the same house. But now that she was sitting in the bed beside him, her eyes adjusting to the dark so she could see his face, relaxed and peaceful in sleep, trying to repeat those familiar words to herself, she could not remember the part that came after \'I\'. She got up quietly and moved to the end of his bed. The bed sank an inch or so under her slight frame, and whined under the weight. Harry’s eyes snapped open at the sound. He looked at the bottom of the bed and saw Ginny, her wide eyes visible even in the darkness that hid the crimson her cheeks were rapidly turning. She looked at Harry for a moment, terrified that he would jump up, chase her out or, oh no, tell someone that she was here. But her fear drained out of her suddenly as she was startled by Harry, looking at her, his face sliding into a soft smile.

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Ron reached the girl\'s bedroom door.
\"Hermoine\" he whispered, knocking quietly. He could hear her footsteps coming toward the door softly, and the doorknob turned. She stood there in her pink flannel pajamas, with little white teeth scattered over the pants. Hermoine’s parents were dentists, and obviously these had been a gift from them. Her bushy brown hair was pulled into low pigtails, and her face peered anxiously up at him, backlit from the soft moonlight coming through the window behind her. He suddenly felt he had grown from 6 feet to 60, and he arms and legs were all too long. His stomach gave a flip, although he didn\'t know quite why.
\"Ron!\" She hissed, beckoning him in. \"What are you doing out of bed? Honestly\" she said a little louder and sounding shockingly like Mrs. Weasley, closing the door behind him. \"You\'re just as bad as your sister. She just went down to your room to see you.\"
\"I know.\" He interrupted. \"I passed her on the way up here. She\'s waiting for me in my room.\"
\"Oh, ok\" said Hermoine, a little less like Mrs. Weasley this time. \"Well, is something wrong? Is Harry ok?\" She added a little franticly. Ron\'s lip gave a little twitch of irritation as he looked down at his exposed ankles, and maybe jealousy. Enough people worried about Harry, what about him? Then he remember Harry was the reason why he came, and his jealousy left as soon as it had come.
\"Harry\'s ok...\" He started, looking back up at Hermoine. \"He is why I\'m here though.\" He walked over to Ginny\'s bed and sat down, and instead of sitting on her own, Hermoine sat down next to him, making him feel a little uncomfortable, but in a slightly more pleasant way than he expected. \"You see, I\'ve, er- been worried about him.\" He continued, tripping along his own thoughts. \"I mean, with all this--stuff- that\'s been going on, and how he hasn\'t been, informed, and, you know. Well, I\'m worried about what he might do.\" Ron spit out those last words faster than he normally spoke, trying to make up for his stuttering. What was wrong with him?
Hermoine looked worried as well, and didn\'t let on at all if she had noticed Ron\'s odd behavior.
\"Yes, I would be upset as well if I were him, well, being left out and all.\" She started bemusedly, looking at her knees, her face screwed up with thought. \"But, I think he\'s strong enough to get over it.\" She finished firmly, looking up and Ron.
Ron gulped. His mind raced. Harry. Hermoine. NO! HARRY. Harry is the one in trouble. But Hermoine. There she was sitting in front of him with her hair tied back, her face shining, looking at him in a way unlike anyone else did. He could tell that she didn\'t see the too-short pajamas, the ones he worse because his family couldn\'t afford more. She just saw him, and that thought brought a swelling feeling inside of him...
\"Well,\" Hermoine whispered, interrupting his thoughts. \"Isn\'t Ginny waiting for you?\"
\"Yeah, er, um- I guess she is.\" Ron muttered, unable to tear his eyes from Hermoines face. His vision seemed to blur, all he could see clearly was Hermoine, and her face was taking up more and more of his field of vision and he leaned closer to her and felt hips mps make soft contact with hers...

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\"Er- um, sorry Harry, I was um, waiting for Ron to come back.\" Ginny said, thoroughly embarrassed that he had caught her here.
\"S\'ok\" Harry said, smiling. \"I wasn\'t too keen on sleeping anyway, even though I know I should get some rest for tomorrow. Er- em, where\'s Ron?\" Harry added as an afterthought.
\"He\'s up talking to Hermoine about something. I met him on the way down. I was coming to see him, I was scared, about... all this\"
Harry sat up in his bed, keeping the think quilt bunched over his lap. For a fleeting moment, Ginny wondered if he was trying to hid the evidence of something he was dreaming about, but her thoughts were interrupted by Harry, who asked,
\"What in particular are you scared about?\"
\"Well, you know, about Vol-- you-know-who coming back, and Mum and Dad, and Bill, and Charlie, and..\" Ginny faltered here. She wanted to tell him why she was really down here. True, she was worried about all this, but tonight she had come downstairs hoping to catch Harry awake. After the boys and Hermoine had come upstairs, Hermoine had filled her in on the goings-on of the brief meeting downstairs. She laid in bed, dwelling on Hermoine’s words for a few moments, worried about the safety not only of her friends and family, but of all of England as well. Then her mind shifted, inevitably to Harry. She had always fancied him, but recently, the feeling hadn\'t been so strong. Michael Corner, who she had met at the Yule Ball last year, had been flitting in and out of her mind ever since, but as soon as she heard about Harry being in danger again, she just couldn\'t tear her thoughts from him. She then realized that Harry was still looking at her, expecting her to finish her explanation, so she compromised by telling him part of the truth.
\"..and, I was worried about you getting expelled, or, um, your hearing.\" She finished, turning lightly pink and hoping Harry couldn\'t see it in the dark.
\"Oh, um, don\'t worry about that, it\'ll all turn out ok, you know, you heard Hermoine.\" Harry said quickly, but Ginny knew he was lying. She could feel he was worried about it. Before she lost her nerve thinking about it too much, she slid toward Harry and put her hand on his arm.
\"It\'s ok to be worried about it, I\'ve heard what you said about the Dursleys, it sounds absolutely awful.\" She said sincerely. \"Maybe, if something happens, which it probably won\'t!\" she added quickly, \"but if it does, Sirius has this house, and the whole Order is here to guard it, and maybe you can stay with him.\" Ginny could see Harry give her a faint, but real, smile through the shadows. She knew how close he had gotten to Sirius, the only family member he had left. At the thought she squeezed his arm when she held it, and to her surprise, he withdrew his arm and slid his hand into hers.
\"Thanks Ginny.\" He said softly. \"I needed to hear that.\"
At that point, Ginny’s whole world began to spin a little, because she could feel Harry\'s face coming closer to hers, his body leaning in. His lips touched hers, and after a moment oock,ock, she remembered to kiss him back. They both drew back a little, and when Ginny smiled and looked at her knees poking through her old yellow pajama pants, she knew for certain that the blanket was placed in Harry\'s lap to hide something, but she thought with a lurch through her stomach, that that something might be a product of her this time.

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Ron drew back from Hermoine\'s face, his own clearly showing his emotions as it held a look of fear and slight surprise at the same time. \"What would she do now?\" he thought. \"What had made him do that? Why did he want to do it again?\"
\"Ron.. I\" Hermoine started, but didn\'t finish because she had already started to kiss him again. She put her hand on his shoulder and Rod stiffened up, but then relaxed. \"This is Hermoine,\" he thought, \"But it\'s ok. She IS a girl after all.\" He smiled a little at this thought, then leaned into her enough to lay her down on the bed that gave way with a slight groan, which Ron mimicked when he felt his already too-small pajamas growing a little tighter under his waistline. Apparently, Hermoine could feel too, because she turned him over and kneeled over his stomach, still kissing him the whole time. Ron stopped for a moment, feeling self conscious in front of Hermoine again.
\"Is this ok?\" he breathed. \"I mean, if it\'s not...\"
\"Shut up\" Hermoine half-whispered, silencing him with her tounge, which was now just touching his own and preventing all speech. Not that he minded anymore. Leaning over him still, mouths still locked, Hermoine\'s hands reached nimbly for the single button in front of Ron\'s stretched pants. Ron breath came in sharp as a few stitches in the front of his pants ripped as they came down to his knees and the cold air washed over his thighs.
Hermoine\'s lips left his own, kissing his neck, and his chest as she unbuttoned his shirt and drew it over his head.
\"Wait, Hermoine, are you sure you wanna- cause... if you aren\'t comfort-\"
Ron forgot everything he was saying as Hermoine pulled her shirt over her head, revealing two rosy, not-too-small breasts, still rounded and perky with her 15 year old youth.
Hermoine smiled a different, confident, almost teasing smile in response to the look of astonishment on Ron\'s face. She went back to kissing Ron\'s chest, hitting every place where a button used to be, and his bellybutton twice. As she ventured a little lower on his abdomen, he could feel the end of his hard-on touching the bottom of her chin, causing him to produce a single drop of something sticky right there. He knew should could feel it, because she brushed it off her chin then off the tip of his pink head. Ron shivered. He had read ads in the back pages of the Quibbler about potions and charms to \'Enhance your Feeling\' or to \'Give you Half Hour Orgasms!\', but he had never quite understood what it meant. Now, with the first feeling of her soft fingers on an area that had never been touched like this, by him or anyone else, he could hardly breathe.
He sucked in all his air at once was he felt Hermoine\'s pink mouth slide all the way down his shaft, nearly gagging her as he grew even harder and longer with arousal. He knew puberty could hit him hard, but not like this. Her hands held the sides of his thin, but slightly toned, body as she began to slowly pump up and down, making him moan and hope that she would go faster, but too wrapped up to be able to form his thoughts into words. He could feel one of Hermoine\'s hands slide behind him to the small of his back, then down to hold his butt firmly, and the other slid to hold the base of his now throbbing erection, too much to handle all at once with only her mouth. As her tongue flicked around the top of his head, now slightly pulsing along with his racing heartbeat, Ron was briefly thankful she had let Madame Pomfrey shrink her teeth down after she had been hexed. This thought didn\'t stay in his head long, however, because Hermoine was becoming aware of his moaning that sounded almost tortured, and he was sure she had decided to have mercy on him and let him go. She picked up her speeddualdually, using the tip of her tongue to flick around the outside of his head every time she came up, and Ron could feel the most wonderful energy beginning to congregate in the space directly between his two legs, becoming more and more intense with each lick of Hermoine\'s tongue, spreading from the end of his erection to the pit of his stomach, until he felt that it was just about to break and fill his whole body with whatever sweetness it held, and it was all he could do to breathe \"Her- moin- eeee\" before it was released and he could feel his hips shoot forward and he released warm, sticky cum into the back of Hermoine’s throat, his whole body shaking, but he wasn\'t aware, because his mind was blurred by the shocking feeling invading his whole self. until finally, finally, it began to ebb away slowly, slowly, as Hermoine dropped speed and nearly stopped, just using the tip of her tongue to lick away the remnants of Ron\'s first orgasm, holding his softening erection that wouldn\'t soften completely ever again while he was in her presence. She swallowed again, and rolled to the side, gave him a few seconds of space before she curled up next to him and held him close to her like she had always wanted to... to sleep this way until the sunlight streaming through the window woke them up the next morning.

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Ginny looked back up at Harry with a mixture of apprehension, hope and lust. Why did he just do that? Did he feel the same way, or was he just trying to replace his worries with her? But maybe he did fancy her. She wanted him too, even though this was her first kiss, and she was scared now that he thought about it...
Harry pulled her closer to him. She was nearly sitting in his lap now.
\"Is, is that ok, Ginny?\" He asked her, referring to their kiss, but maybe more.
\"Ye-yeah.\" He stuttered, unable to tear her eyes away from his face.
\"You make me feel better Ginny, just by being around. You\'re not an adult, telling me what to do, but you\'re not like the others, who are always offering me advice. You just seem so... real.\" He finished, for lack of a better word it seemed. \"Ca- can I do something for you, Ginny?\" He said, a little more anxious this time.
Ginny\'s mind whirled. Harry Potter doing something for her? What would he do for her? Why was he bringing this up now?
\"Ok\" was all she could eek out, and Harry smiled, looking a little less scared than he had before.
\"Just relax,\" he said, \"And don\'t worry about anything, I\'ll take care of you.\" He took his wand from the bedside table, and muttered something under his breath, and Ginny knew he had put the Impurturbable charm on the door, so that no one could hear them, or walk in on them until he took it off. Then he laid his wand back down on his spot on the table, and with a glance to make sure Hedwig wasn\'t staring him down, he rolled Ginny flat back onto the bed. When he sat up on his knees, Ginny confirmed that the blanket HAD been covering something up, and it had been a little more than she had expected. The fly button undone on his flannel pants, Harry had a monstrous erection sticking out of the front of his fly. He had obviously not been sleeping when Ron left, he had been thinking of something else (\"Maybe\", Ginny thought, \"it wasn\'t Cho, MAYBE it was me...\") and when Ron had left, he had obviously taken advantage the time alone to \'ruffle himself\', as Ginny had once overheard it being called when Percy was talking to his girlfriend in their train compartment on the Hogwarts Express. But that wasn\'t what Harry was worried about now. He was unitying the drawstring on Ginny\'s pants, and Ginny felt her stomach clench in nervousness. What was he planning on doing? No one had ever been close to her like this, touched her like, before. He felt him lift her up off the bed slightly and pull her pants down to her ankles, then pull them off one leg at a time over the stockinged feet. He leaned forward, and she could feel his erection grazing her calf and he bent over and kissed her thighs. She liked it, but Ginny was still worried. Harry kissed upwards and upwards, and when he reached her \'privates\' as she had taken to calling them, she could feel them dripping slightly, and she breathed heavily as he opened them up with the tip of his tongue and began exploring the swollen area inside. Ginny\'s apprehension flew out the window as found her clitoris, and licked it greedily. She had never felt this before, except for a watered down version one time when Charlie had brought a friend home to the burrow and had tried to teach her to ride a broom. She had been only 12, but the combination of the touch of the older guy and the gentle rocking of the broom made her feel funny in the bottom of her stomach. But this was far more than she could imagine. Her insides pulsed with pleasure and she knew that her inner thighs were wet with a mixture of her own cum and Harry\'s spit. He was not doing this to last a long time, they both knew that Ron could come back at any minute and would wonder what his sister and best friend were doing locked in a room with an Impurturbable charm on the door. She was quickly on her way to orgasm, she knew this instinctively even though she had never had one before. As Harry sucked and licked quickly at her nub, she began to feel her insides swell up, and her stomach clench with pleasure, she breathed quickly trying to supress it for a few seconds, then let go and came with a moan of pleasure, somewhere inside the animalistic sound she was making you could nearly make out \"Oooooohhhh HARRRRYYY,\" but you\'d have to listen closely. Harry slowed down to match her pace, then while she was still laying there, panting, he tied her pants back up for her, and crawled up to lay even with her, kissed her neck once, and held her across the chest until she fell asleep.
Had Ginny been awake, she would have seen Harry glaat tat the door a few times, but never close his eyes for sleep. He looked at Ginny to see if she was still sleeping. He knew she looked so soft and innocent, and that was what had kept him from doing anything for himself while she was awake. But she was asleep now. Taking advantage of the Impurturbable charm before he lifted it, Harry turned to his side, his back to Ginny in the bed. He touched his unsoftened erection that was still outside of his pants. It felt nice, especially knowing that the youngest Weasley was lying right next to him, touching his back. Then, thinking with a rush that Ron might come back any minute, he began stroking himself quickly, relishing the quick waves of pleasure that ran through him. He went faster and faster, allowing himself to stop only when he felt his orgasm approaching. He clenched his muscles and started again, slower, then faster, faster, stroke, stroke, until he felt his orgasm coming again. He stopped. He couldn’t come just yet. He reached over Ginny carefully and picked up his wand. He conjured a small glass jar with a small lid. Fred and George had mentioned needing something to neutralize the acidity of toisooison in one of their new potions, \"What about this?\" he thought, dirtily. He began to fondle himself again with one hand, glass jar in the other. He yanked on himself a little harder than usual, he needed release FAST, he felt as if he was going to explode thinking about Ginny\'s wet, innocent little pussy poking at his nose anpplippling in response to his tongue. This thought made his balls tighten quickly, and this time when he felt the familiar waves of pleasure, he let them wash over them as he came forcefully into the glass jar, capturing all the cum he had stored up the last 4 weeks at the Durlseys, Dudley suppressing his appetite for anything of the nature. He finished coming onto the jar, then closed it tightly and tossed it into his trunk. Felling more relaxed now, he just managed to lift charcharm from the door before he rolled over next to Ginny and fell sound asleep.

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