The I Don't Want to Die a Virgin Challenge
I swear, I sat down to finish my Percy ficathon piece. Instead, I churned out the ending to this nasty little bit... scribbulus_ink, this one's for you...
Title: Mistaken Identity
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Warnings: teen sex, violence, potentially psychologically damaging situations ;P
Summary: Harry and Ginny share what might be their first and last night together.
Notes: Written for scribbulus_ink’s “I Don’t Want to Die a Virgin Challenge”
I don’t normally ship H/G, but wow, yeah. THE BUNNIES!
Despite the relative warmth of the evening, Ginny sat huddled tightly on a large rock formation protruding just above the glassy surface of the lake. Staring hard into the reflection of the clear night sky, she would normally have smiled at the occasional large fish swimming through the impossibly bright stars. Tonight however, she was violating at least ten school rules (new and old) as well as about three hundred commonsense safety rules, and no smile broke the surface of her pale expression. Scared or not, this brilliant plan was the only way she had come up with to get Harry alone, and she did have a mission.
A snapping twig far too close behind her sent her shooting to her feet, wand in hand. Harry's head appeared from nowhere, accompanied by his hand held up in a placating gesture. "Whoa there Gin, it's just me."
Uncharacteristically somber, she pocketed her wand and mumbled with downcast eyes, "Um Hi. Glad you came." Her arms rewrapped themselves around her slender torso as she shivered visibly.
Harry stepped forward immediately, moonlight glare on his glasses making his eyes invisible. Opening the cloak slightly, he said, "Are you OK? Cold? Come here..."
Willing her feet to move closer, Ginny managed a small step, but stopped short. Her voice a hoarse whisper, she said, "I... I just wanted to say goodbye, in case..."
Closing the distance between them, Harry pulled the cloak around her, folding her into his arms in the process. "No. Stop there. I know he's coming for me; for all of us, but I won't let him win. And I won't let him hurt you. Understand?"
“You don’t know that Harry. He could be anywhere; here, now, tomorrow, at breakfast, in class, in the greenhouse; he could be Snape or McGonagall or Trelawney or the firstie sitting next to you at lunch. We just don’t know anymore and we can’t stop him and… oh Merlin. I’m sorry. I just... I’m so afraid.”
“Gin, stop. It’s ok. We’ve gone over this before. I can handle him… and if I can’t, then you’ll still have to stick with Ron and Hermione and the DA and protect yourselves and the younger kids, and you can do it without me. You know that.”
Ginny went curiously still. She looked up at Harry, eyes misty. “Harry, that’s not all. I… I… don’t want to die…”
Holding her more tightly, Harry said with more certainty than he felt, “You’re not going to die, Ginny. I swore it to your mum and I will swear it to you. I will defend you with my dying breath.”
“I don’t doubt it Harry, but… but what if you do defend me with your dying breath and it isn’t enough? I just… I can’t… I don’t want to die a virgin, Harry.”
Harry stared at her in stunned silence.
He loosened his grip on her and moved away slightly, as if to begin pacing. Harry mumbled, “Erm. Gin… I don’t… I’m not…”
Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes slightly. “It’s OK. I know you’ve had a life before me. That’s fine, I just… like I said before, I want to say goodbye properly before something else happens and…”
“Oh. OH NO. I mean, I am also… too… erm… yeah I don’t want to die… you know that way either… but I don’t know that this is the best of ideas… you… your mum… Ron…”
Creeping close, she wrapped her arms around him again, hands reaching further than ever into his school robes. “Shh. It’s not about them. It’s about us.”
Protesting weakly, Harry put his hands on her shoulders, “Gin… I… oh wow.”
Ginny continued touching him, and Harry forgot his protests. She fell to her knees in the soft underbrush, pulling him down along with her. He pushed her backwards and did what he could to grant her wish.
###
Some few minutes later, Harry found himself thrusting into her wildly, aware that he was making some sort of sound, but not sure what kind. He could hear Ginny gasping, feel her bucking beneath him, mumbling his name and various other phrases over an over. Managing to string together a coherent thought, he whispered, “Fuck. Ginny. Jesus. I can’t… not much longer…”
Ginny gasped, “Harry… oh MerlinohGodsohIloveyou… oh Tom…”
Harry’s hand whipped from the ground above her shoulder to her delicate throat, squeezing convulsively as he came. Ginny scratched and pulled at his hand furiously, gasping for air as her face rapidly changed colors.
Recovering slightly, Harry used his grip on her neck to lift her a few inches from the ground and slam her down again, making her field of vision darken slightly yet again. Ginny managed one tiny sound as he shifted his grip to begin squeezing again.
“Please.”
Shaking with rage and betrayal, he released her neck and yanked her arm up by the left cuff of her grass-stained school shirt, ripping the sleeve open to the elbow. Finding nothing, he threw her hand down at her and backed away, tugging at the trousers unbuttoned and still around his thighs. He drew his wand, levelling it at her chest, eyes trained on the other sleeve that he was too terrified to rip open. “Please what? Please spare you so you can run to your sick fucking Death Eating friends and tell them about The Boy You Suckered? About The Boy You’re Helping Them Kill? Please don’t kill you so you can go suck Voldemort’s dick again for the chance to watch him kill your family from a front row seat? You know, I should kill you, because I think I’d rather see you dead than see you on his side. I think your Mum and Dad would agree.”
Coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down her face, Ginny sat, pulling her knickers up and her skirt down to try and hide herself, hide from his tirade and from the horror of his words. “Harry stop... please Harry…”
Spitting the words out now, he said, “Don’t ever say my name again. Don’t ever talk to me again. Don’t ever think that I will not fucking kill you myself, you filthy fucking slag!”
Ginny sobbed helplessly, tears and snot spilling down her face unchecked. She sat in the grass and leaves, arms at her sides, her only movements those of the sobs that racked her body. Finally in a croaking voice, she managed to say, “What the hell was I supposed to do, Harry? I was eleven years old! ELEVEN, and he marked me as his own! I was a little girl, Harry, still playing at tea sets and dolls and he turned me into his doll and made me… made me what I am.”
Harry’s heart sank, and he lowered his wand to his side without quite noticing. Staggering backward until his back met with a tree trunk, he began muttering, “Jesus. Jesus, Ginny, I’m so sorry... Oh God, Oh Ginny…I…”
He leaned against the tree trunk with all of his weight, willing it to close around him. They stared at each other through mutually blurred eyes, horrified expressions a mirror image of one another.
Ginny finally managed to wipe her face with her sleeve and not quite taking her eyes from the miserable boy not four feet away, she began to stand. Her shaky legs however would not hold her up, and she stumbled and fell back. Another stray sob escaped from her parched throat as she hit the bed of leaves they had shared. Harry reached out to help her, but she scrabbled away and snarled viciously, “Get off!”
It was Harry’s turn to blubber; all that was discernible was a repeated, “I’m sorry”.
Looking nearly feral, Ginny straightened and wiped at her face angrily, still shaking slightly. “What do you know about sorry? What do you know about evil? What kind of hero fucks his archenemy’s toy? Bravo for you, Boy hero AND now a detective, too.” She pulled her own wand and ran it across her right sleeve, the cloth falling away from a bandage she told her dorm mates was due to a quidditch injury.
Moving the wand back across her arm, the bandage slowly fell away, revealing the fresh, gruesome mark, seemingly writhing with her every breath. Harry’s mouth went dry, grip tightening painfully on his wand. His mind went blank, unable to grasp what he was seeing and hearing.
Ginny’s voice crept up higher; frantic and somehow broken. “You know, I’ve tried to shield you, Harry; but I can’t deny him. I’m his. I thought I could maybe be good again, that maybe if I could get closer to you I could get further from him; that he wouldn’t be able to touch me, but he snatched me all the same and I was glad to let him. Right out from under my parent’s roof, right out from their noses during the Easter hols. And no one noticed. No one; not one of my overprotective brothers, or family or friends figured out what was bothering their precious little Ginny… I’m that important. Well, Tom understands how to give me his undivided attention, and he can make all that doubt go away. So just do it. Just kill me Harry, because if I have to choose between you, I won’t choose you.”
She stood slightly crouched, eyes wide, lips pressed together in a small, messy pucker, as if holding in another tide of sobs. Harry stared at her in disbelief, heart racing.
“Do it, Harry, or… or… I will. I’ll… I’ll take you… take you back to Him like I was supposed to.”
Edging closer, Harry managed to respond weakly, “Gin, it doesn’t have to be this way. We can… Dumbledore can…”
Ginny clenched her fists and lunged at Harry screamed hoarsely, “DO IT!”
Quidditch reflexes honed by seven years of defending against Death Eaters took over. Harry sidestepped her quickly and whirled on her.
“STUPEFY!”
Her own forward momentum threw her limp body against the same tree that had held Harry upright. He stared at her, at her vivid hair, now spilling down and obscuring her face; at her small hands that fit so nicely into his; the Dark Lord had robbed him of his family once again, but Harry would not let him claim his prize. With a last look at Ginny lying unconscious before him, he raised his wand and whispered, “mobilicorpus”.
Ginny’s body rose slightly and hovered, directed by his wand. He faltered slightly, knowing he should take her back to the castle.
Just kill me Harry, because if I have to choose between you, I won’t choose you.”
I should kill you, because I think I’d rather see you dead than see you on his side. I think your Mum and Dad would agree.
Harry stared at the unbroken surface of the lake, so quiet, so full of stars.
Just kill me Harry, because if I have to choose between you, I won’t choose you.”
I should kill you, because I think I’d rather see you dead than see you on his side. I think your Mum and Dad would agree.
With a gentle lurch, Ginny began to move.
###
April 16, 1998
Daily Prophet SPECIAL EDITION
Hogwarts Student Found Drowned in School Lake
Foul Play Has Not Been Ruled Out.
Ginny Weasley, 17, was found dead on the shores of the lake on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry early this morning, victim of an apparent drowning. Investigators on the scene have not disclosed any details surrounding her death, but have not ruled out foul play. An eyewitness to the investigation claimed to have seen evidence of You Know Who’s hand in the tragedy, but was removed from the scene by the DMLE for questioning.
Miss Weasley, seen here in this photograph during the recent Easter holiday, was the youngest of seven children and only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley of Ottery St. Catchpole. She was also the girlfriend of the famous Harry Potter, known to many as The Boy Who Lived. We at The Daily Prophet wish to offer our condolences to the family and friends of this remarkable young lady, who had only yet begun to live, and hope that the truth surrounding her death is uncovered swiftly.
Title: Mistaken Identity
Author: corvidae9
Rating: R
Warnings: teen sex, violence, potentially psychologically damaging situations ;P
Summary: Harry and Ginny share what might be their first and last night together.
Notes: Written for scribbulus_ink’s “I Don’t Want to Die a Virgin Challenge”
I don’t normally ship H/G, but wow, yeah. THE BUNNIES!
Despite the relative warmth of the evening, Ginny sat huddled tightly on a large rock formation protruding just above the glassy surface of the lake. Staring hard into the reflection of the clear night sky, she would normally have smiled at the occasional large fish swimming through the impossibly bright stars. Tonight however, she was violating at least ten school rules (new and old) as well as about three hundred commonsense safety rules, and no smile broke the surface of her pale expression. Scared or not, this brilliant plan was the only way she had come up with to get Harry alone, and she did have a mission.
A snapping twig far too close behind her sent her shooting to her feet, wand in hand. Harry's head appeared from nowhere, accompanied by his hand held up in a placating gesture. "Whoa there Gin, it's just me."
Uncharacteristically somber, she pocketed her wand and mumbled with downcast eyes, "Um Hi. Glad you came." Her arms rewrapped themselves around her slender torso as she shivered visibly.
Harry stepped forward immediately, moonlight glare on his glasses making his eyes invisible. Opening the cloak slightly, he said, "Are you OK? Cold? Come here..."
Willing her feet to move closer, Ginny managed a small step, but stopped short. Her voice a hoarse whisper, she said, "I... I just wanted to say goodbye, in case..."
Closing the distance between them, Harry pulled the cloak around her, folding her into his arms in the process. "No. Stop there. I know he's coming for me; for all of us, but I won't let him win. And I won't let him hurt you. Understand?"
“You don’t know that Harry. He could be anywhere; here, now, tomorrow, at breakfast, in class, in the greenhouse; he could be Snape or McGonagall or Trelawney or the firstie sitting next to you at lunch. We just don’t know anymore and we can’t stop him and… oh Merlin. I’m sorry. I just... I’m so afraid.”
“Gin, stop. It’s ok. We’ve gone over this before. I can handle him… and if I can’t, then you’ll still have to stick with Ron and Hermione and the DA and protect yourselves and the younger kids, and you can do it without me. You know that.”
Ginny went curiously still. She looked up at Harry, eyes misty. “Harry, that’s not all. I… I… don’t want to die…”
Holding her more tightly, Harry said with more certainty than he felt, “You’re not going to die, Ginny. I swore it to your mum and I will swear it to you. I will defend you with my dying breath.”
“I don’t doubt it Harry, but… but what if you do defend me with your dying breath and it isn’t enough? I just… I can’t… I don’t want to die a virgin, Harry.”
Harry stared at her in stunned silence.
He loosened his grip on her and moved away slightly, as if to begin pacing. Harry mumbled, “Erm. Gin… I don’t… I’m not…”
Ginny smiled and rolled her eyes slightly. “It’s OK. I know you’ve had a life before me. That’s fine, I just… like I said before, I want to say goodbye properly before something else happens and…”
“Oh. OH NO. I mean, I am also… too… erm… yeah I don’t want to die… you know that way either… but I don’t know that this is the best of ideas… you… your mum… Ron…”
Creeping close, she wrapped her arms around him again, hands reaching further than ever into his school robes. “Shh. It’s not about them. It’s about us.”
Protesting weakly, Harry put his hands on her shoulders, “Gin… I… oh wow.”
Ginny continued touching him, and Harry forgot his protests. She fell to her knees in the soft underbrush, pulling him down along with her. He pushed her backwards and did what he could to grant her wish.
###
Some few minutes later, Harry found himself thrusting into her wildly, aware that he was making some sort of sound, but not sure what kind. He could hear Ginny gasping, feel her bucking beneath him, mumbling his name and various other phrases over an over. Managing to string together a coherent thought, he whispered, “Fuck. Ginny. Jesus. I can’t… not much longer…”
Ginny gasped, “Harry… oh MerlinohGodsohIloveyou… oh Tom…”
Harry’s hand whipped from the ground above her shoulder to her delicate throat, squeezing convulsively as he came. Ginny scratched and pulled at his hand furiously, gasping for air as her face rapidly changed colors.
Recovering slightly, Harry used his grip on her neck to lift her a few inches from the ground and slam her down again, making her field of vision darken slightly yet again. Ginny managed one tiny sound as he shifted his grip to begin squeezing again.
“Please.”
Shaking with rage and betrayal, he released her neck and yanked her arm up by the left cuff of her grass-stained school shirt, ripping the sleeve open to the elbow. Finding nothing, he threw her hand down at her and backed away, tugging at the trousers unbuttoned and still around his thighs. He drew his wand, levelling it at her chest, eyes trained on the other sleeve that he was too terrified to rip open. “Please what? Please spare you so you can run to your sick fucking Death Eating friends and tell them about The Boy You Suckered? About The Boy You’re Helping Them Kill? Please don’t kill you so you can go suck Voldemort’s dick again for the chance to watch him kill your family from a front row seat? You know, I should kill you, because I think I’d rather see you dead than see you on his side. I think your Mum and Dad would agree.”
Coughing and sputtering, tears streaming down her face, Ginny sat, pulling her knickers up and her skirt down to try and hide herself, hide from his tirade and from the horror of his words. “Harry stop... please Harry…”
Spitting the words out now, he said, “Don’t ever say my name again. Don’t ever talk to me again. Don’t ever think that I will not fucking kill you myself, you filthy fucking slag!”
Ginny sobbed helplessly, tears and snot spilling down her face unchecked. She sat in the grass and leaves, arms at her sides, her only movements those of the sobs that racked her body. Finally in a croaking voice, she managed to say, “What the hell was I supposed to do, Harry? I was eleven years old! ELEVEN, and he marked me as his own! I was a little girl, Harry, still playing at tea sets and dolls and he turned me into his doll and made me… made me what I am.”
Harry’s heart sank, and he lowered his wand to his side without quite noticing. Staggering backward until his back met with a tree trunk, he began muttering, “Jesus. Jesus, Ginny, I’m so sorry... Oh God, Oh Ginny…I…”
He leaned against the tree trunk with all of his weight, willing it to close around him. They stared at each other through mutually blurred eyes, horrified expressions a mirror image of one another.
Ginny finally managed to wipe her face with her sleeve and not quite taking her eyes from the miserable boy not four feet away, she began to stand. Her shaky legs however would not hold her up, and she stumbled and fell back. Another stray sob escaped from her parched throat as she hit the bed of leaves they had shared. Harry reached out to help her, but she scrabbled away and snarled viciously, “Get off!”
It was Harry’s turn to blubber; all that was discernible was a repeated, “I’m sorry”.
Looking nearly feral, Ginny straightened and wiped at her face angrily, still shaking slightly. “What do you know about sorry? What do you know about evil? What kind of hero fucks his archenemy’s toy? Bravo for you, Boy hero AND now a detective, too.” She pulled her own wand and ran it across her right sleeve, the cloth falling away from a bandage she told her dorm mates was due to a quidditch injury.
Moving the wand back across her arm, the bandage slowly fell away, revealing the fresh, gruesome mark, seemingly writhing with her every breath. Harry’s mouth went dry, grip tightening painfully on his wand. His mind went blank, unable to grasp what he was seeing and hearing.
Ginny’s voice crept up higher; frantic and somehow broken. “You know, I’ve tried to shield you, Harry; but I can’t deny him. I’m his. I thought I could maybe be good again, that maybe if I could get closer to you I could get further from him; that he wouldn’t be able to touch me, but he snatched me all the same and I was glad to let him. Right out from under my parent’s roof, right out from their noses during the Easter hols. And no one noticed. No one; not one of my overprotective brothers, or family or friends figured out what was bothering their precious little Ginny… I’m that important. Well, Tom understands how to give me his undivided attention, and he can make all that doubt go away. So just do it. Just kill me Harry, because if I have to choose between you, I won’t choose you.”
She stood slightly crouched, eyes wide, lips pressed together in a small, messy pucker, as if holding in another tide of sobs. Harry stared at her in disbelief, heart racing.
“Do it, Harry, or… or… I will. I’ll… I’ll take you… take you back to Him like I was supposed to.”
Edging closer, Harry managed to respond weakly, “Gin, it doesn’t have to be this way. We can… Dumbledore can…”
Ginny clenched her fists and lunged at Harry screamed hoarsely, “DO IT!”
Quidditch reflexes honed by seven years of defending against Death Eaters took over. Harry sidestepped her quickly and whirled on her.
“STUPEFY!”
Her own forward momentum threw her limp body against the same tree that had held Harry upright. He stared at her, at her vivid hair, now spilling down and obscuring her face; at her small hands that fit so nicely into his; the Dark Lord had robbed him of his family once again, but Harry would not let him claim his prize. With a last look at Ginny lying unconscious before him, he raised his wand and whispered, “mobilicorpus”.
Ginny’s body rose slightly and hovered, directed by his wand. He faltered slightly, knowing he should take her back to the castle.
Just kill me Harry, because if I have to choose between you, I won’t choose you.”
I should kill you, because I think I’d rather see you dead than see you on his side. I think your Mum and Dad would agree.
Harry stared at the unbroken surface of the lake, so quiet, so full of stars.
Just kill me Harry, because if I have to choose between you, I won’t choose you.”
I should kill you, because I think I’d rather see you dead than see you on his side. I think your Mum and Dad would agree.
With a gentle lurch, Ginny began to move.
###
April 16, 1998
Daily Prophet SPECIAL EDITION
Hogwarts Student Found Drowned in School Lake
Foul Play Has Not Been Ruled Out.
Ginny Weasley, 17, was found dead on the shores of the lake on the grounds of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry early this morning, victim of an apparent drowning. Investigators on the scene have not disclosed any details surrounding her death, but have not ruled out foul play. An eyewitness to the investigation claimed to have seen evidence of You Know Who’s hand in the tragedy, but was removed from the scene by the DMLE for questioning.
Miss Weasley, seen here in this photograph during the recent Easter holiday, was the youngest of seven children and only daughter of Arthur and Molly Weasley of Ottery St. Catchpole. She was also the girlfriend of the famous Harry Potter, known to many as The Boy Who Lived. We at The Daily Prophet wish to offer our condolences to the family and friends of this remarkable young lady, who had only yet begun to live, and hope that the truth surrounding her death is uncovered swiftly.