Finally (A Harry Potter Fanfic)

The Match

As we stepped into the common room a collective cheer rose from the Gryffindors, and I couldn't contain my wild laughter any longer. I walked into the room grinning like an idiot, and I grabbed the first butter beer thrust into my face and downed it in one go. I heard a whistle, and I winked in its direction as I grabbed another drink.

The overwhelming excitement in the room was understandable. The match we had been expected to lose we had won rather spectacularly (even without our Captain/Seeker), and Ron announced our victory as loudly as I'd ever heard him yell.

"We won!" He gestured at the silver cup in his hands towards a person in the entrance way to see, "We won! Four hundred and fifty to a hundred and forty! We won!"

I turned to see who he was speaking to, and there was Harry looking pleasantly shocked as he was dragged into the celebration. I couldn't help myself.

I raced towards him and launched myself into his arms. I had been planning on saying something snarky, maybe about how his superb seeker abilities were no longer needed or his lovely relationship with Snape, but instead I got the biggest shock of my life (which is really saying something-I did have 6 older brothers after all) when Harry James Potter leaned down and kissed me soundly on the mouth.

Is this real?

Those were the words I thought to myself in the few second it took to get over my shock and kiss the boy I had been dreaming about for years with all the passion I possibly could.

I don't know how long we stood there together with our tongues dancing and nibbling on each other's lips. I don't know how other people were reacting to it. I don't know what had been going through Harry's mind to make him want to kiss me at last.

I do know that I never wanted it to end

When it inevitably did, I deflated. The warmth in my abdomen faded away, and I whimpered a bit as our bodies untangled. I looked up and saw Harry staring at Ron who nodded. I rolled my eyes. Honestly, Ron wasn't my father for god's sake.

I saw Harry grin, and I assumed he had gotten approval. Normally, I would have been annoyed at Ron, but I felt nothing but happiness and anticipation as Harry took my hand and led me out of the Gryffindor Common Room.

"I feel like we should talk," he whispered in my ear, and I shivered, "but I don't think I'll be able to."

His hand traveled out of my hand and up my arm. I turned, grabbed his shoulders and pushed him against the wall. Harry's bright green eyes grew darker as his hands fisted in my hair.

"We'll talk later," I said, "Right now, we have a lot of time to make up for."

"Definitely," he said huskily as he studied my face.

Before I could say anything else he slammed my face to his, and all thoughts of who would see us and how things would be from now on left my mind. All I could think about was his lips on mine and the hands slowly moving towards my bum.

He squeezed my ass, and broke away as I moaned a bit. We both saw a 4th year running away laughing, and because we had been spotted, Harry gestured towards the passageway that would take us onto the grounds.

"Want to take a walk with me?" He grinned wickedly, and my stomach fluttered as I nodded.

We had barely walked out the door when Harry scooped me up and dashed towards the forest. When we got to a secluded spot where there was no chance of being interrupted he lay me down on the ground and quick as a flash he was on top of me. He braced his elbows on the grass as he held himself up. He looked into my eyes and ran a hand across my cheek.

"I should have done this years ago," he whispered passionately.

And then he kissed me. I had thought our first two were spectacular, but this, this was amazing. It was the most intense thing I had experienced so far, but I still wanted more.

I opened my mouth with a gasp, and Harry wasted no time taking advantage of it. His tongue stroked mine and I moaned into his mouth as I dug my fingers into his shoulders, which made his hips buck into mine. I cried out as I felt his erection, and in response, Harry brought one of his hands up under my jumper to feel my breast. He squeezed but then brought his hand back to cup my cheek, but I didn't want his hands on my face. I wanted him to touch me the way I'd been fantasizing about for years. I grabbed his hand and wrapped it around my right breast.

"Oh," I gasped and paused to take my shirt all the way off. I needed him to touch me more than anything.

When my shirt was lying on the ground next to us, Harry sat back and stared at my chest. For the first time in a while, I felt self conscious around a boy, but this wasn't any ordinary boy after all. I resisted the urge to cross my arms over my chest, and instead guided his hands to cup my beasts. I leaned my head back and moaned.

He leaned forward, still holding my boobs until his face was right in front of mine, "do you remember when Ron and I found you and Dean?"

He brushed his thumb over my nipple, and I barely managed a nod.

"I wanted to rip his head off for touching you like I am now," he whispered softly, "I wanted to be the one kissing you instead of him. I've wanted you so badly."

He leaned back and looked at me in wonder, "and now I'm allowed to do these things." He lifted an eyebrow as he looked at me and grinned, "Am I Ginny Weasley? Am I allowed to do this?"

My heart swelled as he told me about how he felt. I'd practically been in love with him for years, and I hadn't hidden it before Hermione told me to stop. She said Harry wouldn't notice me until I stopped fawning over him, so I let him go for a while. But never completely.

Looks like it paid off.

I moved forward and climbed on top of his lap so I was straddling him. I slowly rocked my hips, and Harry groaned. I threw my head back, and the warmth in my lower abdomen grew stronger along with a tight pressure. My nipples grew rock hard as I continued grinding on top of him, and the need for friction grew stronger and stronger. Harry began to match my rhythm with thrusts of his own, and I cried out.

Harry moaned loudly, then lowered his head to my breasts and took one of my nipples in his mouth. I could feel the coolness of his glasses on my skin.

I screamed and dug my fingers into his chest as an ocean of pleasure rushed through my body. I buried my head against Harry's chest as he held me close. When I finally caught my breath, I looked up at his concerned face.

He rested his head against mine, "Ginny, are you alright?"

I nodded, I was more than alright. This was the best I had ever felt before.