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"Merlin." Ginny gaped at her friend "You're actually serious about this, aren't you?"

Hermione, who hadn't stopped blushing through her entire explanation, nodded, and then added a soft "I'm sorry, Ginny."

Ginny collapsed backward, falling into a chair as the Room of Requirement summoned it for her, and buried her face in her hands.

"I thought that it should be up to you what we tell Harry." The brunette continued "If you don't want to do this, I'll never speak of it again. I mean, I'd doubt Harry would ever go along with this unless you were okay with it in the first place…" She trailed off, realizing she was rambling.

"I don't know what to say, Hermione. I've been hoping with everything I had that you'd find a way to save Harry, I just... imagined having a future with him that…"

"That didn't involve him being with six other witches?" Hermione finished, a touch teasingly.

"Yeah." Ginny said simply. "Are you willing to? Do this, I mean."

Hermione let out a soft sigh "Yeah."

"That's what I thought. I'm sorry, I think I just need to take some time, to digest this."

"I needed to do the same thing."

Ginny headed off to the grounds. Spring was in full bloom and the weather was nice, but Ginny barely noticed it she was so preoccupied with her thoughts.

She hadn't lied to Hermione. She'd been hoping with all of her heart that they'd find a way to save Harry's life. She'd even briefly entertained the idea of running away with him to somewhere far away, like America or Australia. Of course, Harry would never do that, and when it came down to it she wasn't willing to leave her family to their fates either.

It wasn't a secret that she'd had a crush on Harry since before she met him. It was a secret that the crush not only didn't go away, but grew into something far greater. When Harry had kissed her in the common room just a few short months ago, it had been the fulfillment of 5 years' worth of fantasizing.

God, she loved him. She had thought she loved him before, but actually having him acted as a catalyst for her long suppressed feelings. Sometimes it was almost painful, how much she loved him. Sometimes it scared her how deep her feelings ran.

She found that she had an incredibly hard time controlling herself around Harry, and not in the sticking her elbow in a butter dish way. She found herself surprisingly comfortable with Harry, to the point where she lacked much of a filter when it came to him. Anything that was on her mind, no matter how silly or stupid, sort of just made it to her mouth when it was just the two of them. Harry never reacted badly, even after telling him the lamest joke she'd ever heard, he just smiled fondly at her, affection gleaming in his eyes like she was the most precious thing in the world, and kissed her. Of course, he teased her mercilessly for the joke later, but his immediate reaction was more than worth it.

Sometimes, he'd do something like running his hands through his hair or adjusting his glasses, something innocuous but just so Harry, and it would provoke such a rush of warmth in her that she just had to go to him and shower him with soft affection.

Then there was the physical aspect of their relationship. Ginny's first ever sexual experience was a sex dream (about Harry, of course) when she was 12. The next day, she asked her mum about it and had the most embarrassing conversation of her life (her incidents with Harry didn't count because squeaking and running off didn't count as a conversation). Her mum had told her very firmly that women who acted on their desires before they found the man they would marry were 'scarlet women'. It was shameful to fall victim to your desires and that she would do well to remember that.

That strong sense of shame, along with a half formed idea of saving herself for Harry, caused Ginny to shackle her growing desires like some howling beast when it came to Michael and Dean.

Oh, she'd been tempted. They'd done some heavy snogging, and it was impossible not to notice the boys' erections poking enticingly against her body. It was impossible to ignore her own body's reactions to what they were doing. She'd restrained herself like the proper woman her mum wanted her to be, but at night she couldn't help but give in to her desires and pleasure herself. Silencing charms ensured that no one knew that she masturbated virtually every night, with fantasies of Michael, Dean, other boys, and especially Harry in her mind's eye.

Slowly, with the help of Demelza, Ginny realized that her mum's thinking was backwards. In hindsight she was actually glad that she saved herself, but didn't like the degrading way her mum went about convincing her to do so.

Now that she was with Harry, the beast inside of her was even needier than before. It was an almost constant awareness with her now. Whenever he entered the room, her eyes were drawn to him, her train of thought derailed as a small flame of lust flickered back to life. When he wrapped his arms around her, she was intoxicated by his scent- distinctly Harry. Her body always reacted to his- his body heat, the feel of lean muscles underneath his clothes, the faint comforting hum of his magic.

Her feet unconsciously took her to their spot, a spot by the lake sitting in the shade of a tree. Harry was already there, staring pensively into the lake.

She took him in, and she knew. She could never let him die, not while she could save him. The thought of abandoning him to his fate made her want to vomit, she just… couldn't, it was unthinkable.

She sat down beside him, and he turned his head slightly to acknowledge her "Hey." He greeted softly.

Silence fell between them as Ginny contemplated how to break the news to him.

"Harry, how do you keep going, knowing that you have to sacrifice yourself?" That wasn't what she'd been planning to say, but she'd been wondering how he did it for a while and maybe his answer would help her come to terms with her decision.

He was silent for a long time, before eventually saying "Sometimes, it helps thinking about what I'm doing it for. So that you guys will have happy lives." He spoke haltingly, as if each word exacted a toll on him "I think about Ron and Hermione getting together and having kids. And Luna, maybe she'll go searching for new magical creatures. Maybe Neville will become a herbologist after the war. I think about your family, Bill and Fleur getting married, Percy comes back into the fold, little Weasleys wreaking havoc in Hogwarts. And I think about you." His eyes glistened "Living your life. Eventually finding some lucky, lucky bloke who makes you happy." His voice was choked as he said this. He was holding back tears, even as he smiled bittersweetly.

"I don't think that could ever happen." Harry's head snapped up to look at her as she said that. "Harry, you're it for me. I don't think I could ever find another after you."

Harry was shaking his head "Ginny, don't do this. Don't waste the rest of your life out of some loyalty to me."

She just shrugged "It's not loyalty. That's how I feel. You were always the one for me. You always will be."

Harry sighed deeply, but said nothing.

"It's a moot point anyway." She added.

"What do you mean?"

"Hermione found another way."

Harry did a double take "Really?"

"Yeah." Ginny confirmed, trying but failing to inject proper enthusiasm into her voice.

"You don't look very happy about it." Harry noted.

Ginny sighed "There's a price we have to pay to save you. It's not something I like, but I'm willing to do it."

"You're not switching places with me." Harry told her adamantly.

"That's not it." Ginny said sadly "Look, let's go to the Room of Requirement. We need somewhere private for this."

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"Are you serious? I have to- have to."

"Yes." Ginny said simply.

"You'd really be alright with me having sex with six other witches?"

"I'll be honest, I'm not happy about it. But to save you, yes. I would. I can't just let you die-" She choked on her words, struggling to not cry. "Not while I could do something about it. Even if it means that you won't be mine."

Harry was struck by her words, and the depth of emotion they conveyed. He didn't deserve this. That he was sure of. He didn't deserve her love or this sacrifice.

"You could have a life, with anyone you want."

"I want you."

"But-" Harry tried to protest, but Ginny cut him off with an angry "No."

"Do you really not get it, you prat? Don't you understand? I love you. I love you so god damn much. So don't you dare do this to me. Don't you dare try to sacrifice yourself so that I can live a normal life or some bullshit. That would ruin me. It would be kinder just to kill me! Please. Just once, let me save you. Please."

She was starting to cry, and Harry felt like a prat. "I'm sorry, Gin. I'm just trying to do the right thing, but I don't even know what that is anymore." He held his arms out for her, and she complied, rushing into a hug.

He felt as much as heard her contented sigh as she settled into his arms. He felt himself relaxing as well, the tension from their argument erased by her comforting warmth and the scent of her hair.

He pulled back slightly, then smoothed his hand through her hair and to kiss her forehead. "I love you too. More than anything."

And suddenly her eyes were burning into his, and then her mouth was devouring his. A bed appeared behind him as she toppled him over, catching them. Ginny moaned deeply as she deepened the kiss leaving Harry dazed and struggling to keep up.

Ginny perched herself on his lap. She placed her hands on his chest to use as leverage to align their pelvises. Even under his bulky robes she could feel him, his erection. She rubbed herself firmly, deliberately, against him. It felt glorious, so much so she couldn't help the soft whimper of pleasure.

"Gin." Harry moaned, and his voice, full of lust and pleasure, seemed to resonate right in her core. "What are we doing?"

"I don't want our first time to be for some ritual. I'm ready Harry. I've been ready for a long time but I didn't know if you were. If you want to wait…"

"No!" Harry said quickly "I mean. I want this too."

"I can tell." Ginny smirked, rubbing herself against his erection again. Merlin, that felt so good. How could just rubbing against each other be that damn pleasing?

"What about… protection?" Harry asked. It took Ginny a moment to realize what he meant. "I know the charm." She blushed as she grabbed her wand and pointed it at her crotch "Fertilis praesidium." A cool feeling pulsed through her vagina and faded, letting her know the charm had worked.

Hesitantly, Harry brought his hands to her clothed breasts "Is this all right?" He asked.

"Fuck yes." She moaned, and then she brought her lips to his again. They struggled to take each other's clothes off. Their robes slipped off with barely a thought, but Ginny's fingers fumbled with the buttons of his button down shirt. Soon, she lost her patience with his shirt and ripped it open, dislodging buttons and flinging them onto the floor.

Ginny paused to admire her handiwork. Harry was a sight with his glasses skewed, dress shirt ripped open to reveal his toned chest and torso, his tie hung loosely around his neck and was draped over his chest. His black uniform pants were tented conspicuously with his erection. It was enough to make Ginny delirious. She'd been imagining this for years. "Fuck."

Harry met her gaze, and shuddered. He'd never seen such desire before, he had never even imagined the partners in his fantasies looking at him like that- it had felt too unrealistic. But it was undeniable, the way Ginny was looking at him, how her chest heaved, the tremble of her hands as they roamed over his exposed skin- she wanted him.

It was like a switch flipped inside of Harry. He'd been controlling himself, holding himself back their entire relationship, but the realization that Ginny Weasley wanted him set him on fire. Harry lunged forward into another passionate kiss, even as he ripped her own shirt off, leaving her in just a bra and her uniform skirt.

He tipped her over so that she was lying on the bed. God she was sexy. He marveled at the swell of her breasts and her toned stomach. Subconsciously, he palmed himself through his pants.

Ginny's eyes went wide and a strangled moan left her lips. Harry was touching himself- his bulging erection, while watching her. She wondered how many times he had done that before, did he get himself off every night thinking about her, like she did with him? Almost involuntarily, she spread her legs for him.

Harry's hands went to her hips and slid her skirt down her legs, revealing her lithe thighs and white cotton panties- already soaked through with her arousal. "Oh my god, Ginny." He murmured, before descending for another kiss. "You're so sexy." He groaned between kisses.

Ginny whined as he trailed kisses down her neck. She arched herself against him, pressing their chests together and needily rubbing her core against his own arousal. He was intoxicating, the need in his voice, his smell, she needed to feel his skin against hers but most pressing of all was the ache in her core for him.

She was so wet and inflamed. She was certain that in their humping, she'd left a wet spot on his trousers. She felt so exposed with her thighs open, presenting her most sensitive and private area to him. But it was somehow such a turn on, feeling his raging hardness pressed up against her quivering pussy, knowing that he was going to- aching to- thrust himself deep into her.

After a few attempts to unlatch her bra, Harry wordlessly summoned his wand and undid the clasp. Ginny couldn't even bring herself to be self-conscious. She'd been keenly aware that her breasts weren't as large as Hermione's or Cho's, or even Luna's, but she was too far gone in her desire to care.

All she knew was that Harry was looking at her like she was the hottest thing he'd ever seen, and then he brought his mouth to her nipple and she knew nothing at all. He sucked firmly at her, and brought a hand to cup her other breast. Ginny, back arched, threw her head back and cried "Oh please, Harry. Please -fuck- don't stop."

Harry eventually did withdraw, but when he did Ginny was taken by the look in his eyes. Harry's eyes were like molten steel- desire, determination, focus. She had seen it before, in the first task of the triwizard tournament. She was suddenly brought back to being thirteen, unfathomably turned on and staggering back to her dorm after the first task and relieving herself.

She met his eyes, and understanding wordlessly flashed between them. This was happening. Harry stood up and forcefully unbuckled his belt, slung it off to the side and unzipped his trousers. Each decisive movement he made sent a small shockwave of desire through her. Harry didn't even hesitate to shuck off his boxers, letting his penis spring free.

He kneeled in front of her on the bed and pulled off her long since soaked through panties. He let out a soft growl as he did so, which provoked another shudder from Ginny. "Please. Take me." She moaned.

If Harry had less willpower, he might have just cum then and there. Ginny lay in front of him, desperate and desirous. Her body was perfect- her breasts, her stomach, her thighs. Her eyes were clouded with lust, and she was begging him to take her. Her pussy was completely open to him, just inches from his cock.

But Harry had been able to throw off the imperious at fourteen, he was one of the few men who could avoid making a fool of himself around Veela, and he would be damned if he let Ginny's first time be anything less than spectacular.

"Is that what you want, Gin?" Harry growled, positioning himself just outside of her entrance. "For me to take you? Claim you?"

"Yes." She whined. Merlin, was he teasing her? His cock was right there. Did he know just how badly her body was literally aching to have him inside of her? How empty her pussy felt, yearning for him to fill her?

"Are you sure?" He was smiling now as he toyed with himself on her pussy, rubbing his head against her clit. The bastard.

"Fucking hell Harry! I said yes! Bloody well fuck m-Ooooooh!" Her tirade died on her lips as Harry entered her. Instead, all she could let out was a long, incoherent moan. This was bliss. Harry filling her, sating some long held desire that Ginny had never been able to fill with her fingers or wand. His cock was inside of her like nothing had ever been before, and every centimeter he penetrated into her was even greater fulfilment than the last.

Harry too couldn't help but moan as the sensitive head of his shaft was enveloped in her wet heat. The caress of inner walls as they molded around him lit every nerve in his shaft on fire. His base instincts were telling him to ram into her and release himself deep within her, it took a feat of supreme willpower to control himself.

He bottomed out. He was entirely inside of her, his head was pressing into spots so deep within her she never even knew they existed. She tried to say something, but when she opened her mouth she could only whimper. And then he began to pull back, the feelings of loss were coupled with the anticipation for more.

Harry built up a powerful rhythm, each thrust sent shockwaves through her, spinning her to heights she'd never reached with masturbation. For his part, Harry was barely keeping it together; he knew he couldn't last much longer. Every push inward was rewarded with another noise of pleasure from Ginny and sent a shockwave through her body. Every withdrawal was met with resistance from her inner muscles- her body was literally fighting to keep him within her. Pleasure like molten fire built up within his cock with each movement, threatening to boil over at any moment.

"Gin. I'm so close. You're so amazing and I- oh god." Harry managed. He wanted desperately to wait for her, but the pleasure was too much.

The knowledge that Harry's restraint was about to break brought such a thrill to Ginny that she knew that she wouldn't last long either. "Cum in me, Harry!" She cried "Fucking cum!"

Her words were what pushed him over the edge. With an unrestrained moan, Harry thrust deep inside of her and released himself. "Gin!" Searing pleasure pulsed through his length like an eruption, and it was as if his entire world became that point where they were joined.

His cock was twitching and throbbing within her, and Ginny felt a subtle rush of heat. Harry was cuming inside of her and it was the hottest damn thing she'd ever felt. As he came, Harry's thrusting kicked into overdrive. His abs tensed as he rammed his cock into her with speed and power that Ginny could never hope to match. His hands gripped her hips and forcefully drew them upwards in time with his thrusts. Ginny, incapacitated, could only watch as Harry lost control- possessed by an animalistic masculine urge to take, to fuck.

It was enough to push her over the edge. She was cuming too, an explosion from deep within her that echoed through her entire body. "FuckfuckfuckfuckFUUUUUUUCK!" She cursed uncontrollably. It'd never felt like this before, so all consuming. Her entire body was quaking from the power of it, contracting in time with the pulses of pleasure. Her cunt squeezed and clenched at Harry's cock ravenously as if trying to draw cum from him.

Ginny continued feeling tremors of pleasure long after Harry's orgasm had finished and he had laid down next to her, cradling her tenderly. Even minutes later, she wasn't entirely there. It was as if the orgasm had shaken her mind, setting everything askew, and she needed to reset.

"Harry" Ginny finally managed "That was- it was-" Amazing, wonderful, mind blowing, fucking fantastic- nothing she could think of could do it justice. It blew every hormone induced teenage fantasy she'd had out of the water. Even now, she felt absolutely euphoric. "When can we do it again?"

That made her wince internally. She hadn't meant to say that. She'd meant to say something along the lines of 'Wow, that was so wonderful. I can't wait until we do it again.', not what amounted to 'Please fuck me now.'.

Thankfully, Harry smiled. Not only did he smile, but there was a wicked glint in his eyes that suddenly relit Ginny's fire. "Well, I may not be quite ready yet." His hand moved to cradle his now deflated cock "But it shouldn't take too long."

"What if I were to help you recuperate?" Ginny asked neatly "Give you a little… encouragement." Harry's gulped, and his pupils instantly dilated at her words. Moreover, his cock twitched against his stomach. Ginny gave him a wicked smile, as she reached for his mostly soft cock. As her hand closed around his shaft, it twitched again, now half hard. She slid her hand up his shaft- which was still slick with her juices, and Harry gave the barest moan in response. The noise struck Ginny like a bolt of lightning- it was ridiculously, unfairly erotic. Because she knew that Harry was trying his hardest to not make any noise, but even just one touch from her broke through his (considerable) resolve.

She wanted to shatter his willpower. She wanted to make him come over and over. She wanted to him to come so hard that whenever he saw her or even thought of her he'd get instantly hard. She wanted him to want her so badly that he would always be desperate to fuck her like he just had.

She wanted him to want her as much as she wanted him.

Blowjobs had been a frequent fantasy of Ginny's. Ever since she heard Demelza say in third year that no guy would ever turn down a free blowjob, she would fantasize about dragging Harry to a broom cupboard, kneeling in front of him, undoing his pants and sucking his cock until he came.

She realized that her fantasies had skimped on a lot of details, but now as she stroked him with her hand she had the chance to get a good look. Purple veins ran down the shaft alluringly, and his swollen head that begged for attention. She also realized that his cock wasn't 'rock hard', but rather both hard and soft- like a metal rod encased in velvet. She couldn't suppress a low, lustful moan- she was finally looking at, and touching, Harry's manhood, and it was perfect.

At this point, their original plan was the furthest thing from her mind. She was going to give him a blowjob and he was going to fucking like it. She lowered her lips to the head of his cock and then locked eyes with his, silently communicating her intentions. Harry tried to hold her gaze, but couldn't help but moan and throw his head back when Ginny took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She could taste her own arousal on him, and underneath that- she could taste him.

"Gin" He breathed "Oh." Ginny's mouth felt every bit as good around his cock as her vagina just had.

Those delicious sounds spurred Ginny on, and she took more of his shaft into her mouth. One of her hands went to her own sex, and began rubbing her clit furiously. The sensory barrage was overwhelming, the feel of his throbbing cock in her mouth, their combined taste on his cock, the wonderful noises he was making, and the sight of him above her- gasping, flushed, with muscles clenched- affected her in a way she never could have predicted. She was careening towards the edge of another orgasm, much more quickly than she'd been able to on her own.

"Oh my god Gin! I'm close." Harry rasped. He was out of control, or rather he was in Ginny's control. Her mouth, wrapped around his sensitive shaft, was sending him over the edge and there was nothing he could do to stop it.

Ginny locked eyes with him, holding his attention with her heated gaze. And when she was sure he was paying attention, she sucked down on his cock as hard as she could. Harry gave a strangled moan as his body quaked. His cock swelled impossibly more, and then he was twitching in her mouth. Fuck.

Again, her fantasies had skimped on the details. How could she have known having his cock swelling and throbbing in her mouth would drive her out of her mind?

He was shooting into her mouth now; the taste of his semen was overwhelming- like sex. He was cumming, but so was she. Her body shorted out again- he cunt clenched around nothing, as if yearning for his cock to fill her again. Ginny collapsed into Harry's lap, letting his cock slip out of her mouth. Harry took hold of his shaft, stroking it as the last few globs of cum dripped onto her lips. All the while, Ginny could do nothing but whimper, and moan and shake.

With effort, she looked up at Harry. She could see the desire, the passion, and the love in his eyes. Wantonly, Ginny licked the cum off of her lips and opened her mouth, showing him the strings of cum she had taken, and then she swallowed.

Harry groaned, and dragged her up to him, so he could crash his lips into hers. Ginny responded fervently, pressing the length of her body- crotch to chest, against his.

Ginny couldn't help but wonder - does this mean there's going to be a round three?