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A fic! A fic!

 Title: Sunlit Day

 

Pairing: H/G

 

Genre: Romance

 

Rating: PG-13

 

Summary: This takes place immediately after Chapter 24 of Half-Blood Prince, "Sectumsempra".

 

Notes: I want to make it perfectly clear that this is all pocketfullof's fault as she  invited us pervy H/G shippers to speculate on how far Harry and Ginny went, non-platonically speaking ;) Kudos to her and velvethope .

 

 

 

 

 

It felt as though he was walking on air, but at the same time, he was grateful for all the things which felt deliciously real – the warmth growing inside of him, the coolness of the hall, Ginny’s hand in his.

 

Ginny’s hand in his. Harry could hardly believe it was now his to hold, so soft and slim it was. It seemed to have been made to fit in his, and this new sensation made his smile widen.

 

“What is it?” Ginny asked him, moving closer to him.

 

“Nothing, I - ” Harry almost felt like laughing. “I’m just – well – happy, I guess.”

 

They turned to face each other. The look in Ginny’s eyes had softened, but it was still as blazing as ever. A renewed wave of desire shot up Harry’s spine, and he leaned to kiss her again.

 

After just a few short moments, Ginny pulled away. Her cheeks were a bit red. “Not here…” she murmured.

 

Harry nudged her nose with his. “I thought you were rather keen on snogging in deserted corridors.” 

 

Ginny tugged on his hand and led him down the hallway. “It won’t stay deserted for long, everyone is going to go to lunch pretty soon… besides, I - ” She seemed to be searching for her words. “Well, I want our first time to be special – you know – for you and me.”

 

“Our first time?” A very pleasant image flashed through Harry’s brain as he followed her. “Oh, right, I see what you mean,” he added quickly. “I don’t know if a walk by the lake really qualifies as a first date.”

 

Ginny grinned at him over her shoulder. “Harry, you’re silly. Do you really think that sort of thing is important to me?”

 

She slowed down so that they were walking together again and Harry slipped his arm around her shoulders. “Well, that time you went to Hogsmeade with Dean – didn’t you go to Madam Pudifoot’s?”

 

Ginny snorted. “That place? I wouldn’t be caught dead in there. Besides, what I did with Dean isn’t important. It’s over.”

 

Harry’s face flushed. Hermione would surely have scolded him for his blatant lack of tact. “You’re right, Ginny,” he said. “After all… you’re my girlfriend now.”

 

She looked at him and Harry thought he saw a twinge of relief in her gaze, but it quickly disappeared to make room for her usual look, something between mischievous and determined. 

 

“Come on.”

 

Outside was beautiful, and the lake shimmered under the sun. Ginny and Harry were quiet as they started down a lazy, grassy slope. It was only when Harry caught sight of the distant Quidditch poles that he suddenly remembered his team had won the Cup.

 

“So, how was the game?” he asked Ginny.

 

“It was great,” she replied. “I wished you could’ve seen it, you would’ve been proud of us… Ravenclaw put up a decent fight, but really, they need new blood on their team. Cho Chang didn’t seem too displeased about losing, though,” she added as an afterthought. “Maybe she was tired of playing Quidditch.”

 

“Imagine something like that happening,” Harry said, surprised. “How can anyone tire of Quidditch?” 

 

“My thoughts exactly,” Ginny said, stopping when they arrived on the lake’s banks. The grass there was particularly plush. “Shall we sit down?”

 

Harry nodded and let himself fall to the ground, bringing Ginny down with him. She leaned on his lap as she continued to talk about the game.

 

“Ron made some excellent saves. When the game was over, Hermione nearly made him topple over by hugging him.”

 

Harry laughed. “I know the feeling… although I’m not sure Ron reacted quite the same way.”

 

“In any case, I’m glad his fling with Lavender is over,” Ginny said, rolling her eyes. “She’s even worse than Phlegm.”

 

“Fleur isn’t that bad,” Harry said, playing with a fiery strand of red hair. “You girls are just jealous because she makes all the blokes – ouch!”

 

Ginny had just given him a sharp nudge in the ribs, but she was giggling. “Harry, shut up. It’s not because she’s stunningly gorgeous that I’m not fond of her - ”

 

“Well, good,” he said. “Because I think you’re much more attractive than she is.”

 

Ginny stopped giggling and turned to him. There it was again, Harry thought, his heart thumping hard against his chest. That look that made his insides quiver with want.

 

Without saying anything, Ginny placed both hands on Harry’s shoulders and made him lie down, settling herself on top of him. She leaned as if she was going to kiss him, but made for his neck instead, placing a string of tiny kisses along his throat. Harry tensed and buried his hands in her hair.

 

“Ginny….”

 

When she was done, she looked up to face him, and he captured her lips in a kiss. It was slower and more thorough this time. Harry pressed her body hard against his. He couldn’t get enough of her warmth, her curves. He felt as if he was on fire, a fire so strong only a plunge in the lake could’ve put it out.

 

He rolled over so that Ginny was beneath him. The kiss was getting more urgent, and his hands were itching to stray further than her back. Tentatively, he brought his hand up her side, panicking at the thought she might tell him to stop. 

 

“Go on… I promise I won’t bite,” she whispered teasingly in his ear, as if she sensed his hesitation.

 

He nodded and pressed the palm of his hand against the swell of her breast, trembling slightly. Ginny’s back arched a bit, and he took it as a sign that she liked it, so he tried again, more confidently this time. It wasn’t to do hard at all, he decided, resuming their kiss. In fact, it was one of the most bloody greatest things he’d ever tried.

 

“Harry… wait…” Ginny said suddenly, her breathing ragged.

 

“Huh?” Harry froze and his hand dropped to the ground. Had he not been doing it right after all?

 

“We have to stop,” she tried to explain. “Because – because I think I’m liking this a bit too much.”

 

“Oh.” Harry sat up awkwardly, still painfully aroused. “I see what you mean – I mean – yes, after all, we’ve been going out for - ”

 

“An hour. Or so.” She sighed and let her head fall in the grass. “I’m sorry, Harry… I just feel like – I’ve been waiting for this so long, I want to really enjoy it – ”

 

Harry raised an eyebrow. “You have?”

 

Ginny blushed and suddenly Harry was reminded of the shy little girl she once had been. It seemed like an eternity had passed, but Ginny hadn’t changed that much after all, he decided. It was a good thing.

 

She caught his gaze and smiled. “What now?”

 

“I really like you, Ginny,” he simply said. “And I want to kiss you again.”

 

Ginny laughed. The sound was like chimes in the wind, or soft spring rain on a window pane. “Me too, Harry,” she replied. “On both counts.”

 

She got to her feet and he followed suit, taking her in his arms and whirling her around. They kissed one last time and walked back towards the castle, hand in hand.