For All the Boys....DONE!!
It's taken me longer than expected, but I did finish the little story about Ginny and the boys in her life for aggiebell90.
--Neville
--Michael
--Dean
--Harry
--Neville, Pt. 2
And now...Harry: Forever
6. Harry….Forever
"Shhh! Mum'll wake up!" Ginny said, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. She snuggled closer to Harry, who was busying himself by kissing her neck.
"You made me…touching me…there," he answered against her neck before lifting his head. He gave her a wicked smirk. "I'm ticklish."
"Prat," she answered, pulling his face level with her own. His eyes gleamed with mischief and sparkled in the firelight. His hair was messier than usual from her hands that only moments ago were weaving their way through the silky raven strands. His shirt was discarded some time ago and lay strewn over the arm of a squishy armchair on the other side of the room along with her jumper and tank top.
Ginny loved moments like this, when the two of them forgot about everything but each other and took the time to explore each other, sometimes frantically, other times more slowly and carefully. Tonight had been one of those frantic times, snatching moments in the sitting room while everyone else was sleeping peacefully in their beds. It added danger and a sense of urgency that they both enjoyed. They preferred to live on the edge, to tempt fate whether in their jobs or their personal time together.
"You are a tease-"
"But you love me," Ginny added with a bright smile.
"I also don't want your mum to walk down those stairs and find us here," Harry answered pragmatically. "Remember what happened the last time?"
Ginny couldn't stop the smile that stretched across her face. It was a lovely memory, after all. Until her mother walked in on them, of course. The blistering rant that followed was classic Molly Weasley. Harry was mortified and apologized enough for ten people while Ginny merely gathered up her clothing and stepped around her mother, flashing Harry an apologetic smile.
"Vaguely," she answered softly. Ginny leaned over to kiss him, hoping to continue their rendezvous, but the chiming of the clock interrupted her. "Mum gets up every night at two. She always checks on us at two." Sure enough, the creaking of the floorboards above them alerted them to the nighttime wanderings of Ginny's mother.
"Shite," Harry muttered jumping into his jeans and searching for his shirt. "I couldn't look at her for a week after last time. Where the bloody hell is my shirt?"
"Ginny!" came her mother's voice from two floors above. Both harry and Ginny froze in their places. "Ginny are you down there?"
Ginny put a finger to her mouth to silence Harry and indicated for him to move into the kitchen before quickly dressing herself. Taking a deep breath, she headed to the bottom of the stairs and looked up the space to find her mother's face leaning over the banister.
"I'm fine, Mum, just a little…nervous, I guess." Ginny gave her mother a nervous look and threw in some puppy dogs eyes for good measure.
Her mother sniffed and smiled weakly. "Understandable. Tomorrow's a big day. Make sure to get some sleep."
"I love you, Mum."
"I love you, too, dear," Molly said, sniffing the entire time. "I'm so proud of you."
Ginny listened for her mother's footsteps to head back to her own bedroom and then quickly made her way into the kitchen to join Harry, who was pacing by the sink. He looked up, pale faced and almost ready to vomit.
"It's fine, she's gone." She stepped to him and put her arms around his waist, pulling him close. "She didn't know you were here." Ginny lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him playfully on the nose.
"You sure?" He kissed her forehead. At her nod, he finally exhaled and relaxed in her embrace. "I need to go home."
Ginny nodded and put her head against his chest. "I'll see you in a few hours, yeah?"
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away. Marrying you tomorrow is top of my list." He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Ginny melted at the amount of love she saw there. Harry kissed her soundly on the lips, reigniting the passion from earlier in the evening.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you more."
"I'll love you forever."
--Neville
--Michael
--Dean
--Harry
--Neville, Pt. 2
And now...Harry: Forever
6. Harry….Forever
"Shhh! Mum'll wake up!" Ginny said, playfully swatting him on the shoulder. She snuggled closer to Harry, who was busying himself by kissing her neck.
"You made me…touching me…there," he answered against her neck before lifting his head. He gave her a wicked smirk. "I'm ticklish."
"Prat," she answered, pulling his face level with her own. His eyes gleamed with mischief and sparkled in the firelight. His hair was messier than usual from her hands that only moments ago were weaving their way through the silky raven strands. His shirt was discarded some time ago and lay strewn over the arm of a squishy armchair on the other side of the room along with her jumper and tank top.
Ginny loved moments like this, when the two of them forgot about everything but each other and took the time to explore each other, sometimes frantically, other times more slowly and carefully. Tonight had been one of those frantic times, snatching moments in the sitting room while everyone else was sleeping peacefully in their beds. It added danger and a sense of urgency that they both enjoyed. They preferred to live on the edge, to tempt fate whether in their jobs or their personal time together.
"You are a tease-"
"But you love me," Ginny added with a bright smile.
"I also don't want your mum to walk down those stairs and find us here," Harry answered pragmatically. "Remember what happened the last time?"
Ginny couldn't stop the smile that stretched across her face. It was a lovely memory, after all. Until her mother walked in on them, of course. The blistering rant that followed was classic Molly Weasley. Harry was mortified and apologized enough for ten people while Ginny merely gathered up her clothing and stepped around her mother, flashing Harry an apologetic smile.
"Vaguely," she answered softly. Ginny leaned over to kiss him, hoping to continue their rendezvous, but the chiming of the clock interrupted her. "Mum gets up every night at two. She always checks on us at two." Sure enough, the creaking of the floorboards above them alerted them to the nighttime wanderings of Ginny's mother.
"Shite," Harry muttered jumping into his jeans and searching for his shirt. "I couldn't look at her for a week after last time. Where the bloody hell is my shirt?"
"Ginny!" came her mother's voice from two floors above. Both harry and Ginny froze in their places. "Ginny are you down there?"
Ginny put a finger to her mouth to silence Harry and indicated for him to move into the kitchen before quickly dressing herself. Taking a deep breath, she headed to the bottom of the stairs and looked up the space to find her mother's face leaning over the banister.
"I'm fine, Mum, just a little…nervous, I guess." Ginny gave her mother a nervous look and threw in some puppy dogs eyes for good measure.
Her mother sniffed and smiled weakly. "Understandable. Tomorrow's a big day. Make sure to get some sleep."
"I love you, Mum."
"I love you, too, dear," Molly said, sniffing the entire time. "I'm so proud of you."
Ginny listened for her mother's footsteps to head back to her own bedroom and then quickly made her way into the kitchen to join Harry, who was pacing by the sink. He looked up, pale faced and almost ready to vomit.
"It's fine, she's gone." She stepped to him and put her arms around his waist, pulling him close. "She didn't know you were here." Ginny lifted herself up on her tiptoes and kissed him playfully on the nose.
"You sure?" He kissed her forehead. At her nod, he finally exhaled and relaxed in her embrace. "I need to go home."
Ginny nodded and put her head against his chest. "I'll see you in a few hours, yeah?"
"Wild horses couldn't drag me away. Marrying you tomorrow is top of my list." He lifted her chin to look into her eyes. Ginny melted at the amount of love she saw there. Harry kissed her soundly on the lips, reigniting the passion from earlier in the evening.
"I love you," she whispered.
"I love you more."
"I'll love you forever."