Harry Potter and the Year After

Chapter Forty-two: The Prefect's Bathroom

Chapter 42: The Prefect's Bathroom

After Ginny followed Harry to the Defense classrooms, and Harry got his Invisibility Cloak out, they snuck up to the Prefects' bathroom together. There was no one there, so they drew a bubble bath and got in.

"Mmm, this is nice," Ginny said after they'd washed each other's hair. She was leaning back against Harry's chest.

"Yeah." He could barely concentrate on what she was saying. Having her pressed up against him was making it difficult.

"You okay?" she asked. And as she turned around to face him again, she noticed what was wrong. "Ah, Harry. Why didn't you say anything?"

"Just ignore it."

She shook her head and then kissed him slowly. Then, just as slowly, she led him to the stone steps on the edge of the huge pool-like tub that they were in. Wrapping her arms around him under the water, she pressed up against him as they kissed again.

"Do you think," Ginny said against Harry's lips, "That was some kind of Pagan ritual in the forest?"

"I have no idea," Harry said, slowly feeling Ginny's curves as he spoke.

"I read that the founders were Pagan, which makes sense," she whispered, leaning slightly back so she could talk more easily. She was playing with Harry's chest hair.

"Do you think it was real?" Harry asked, surprised to realize that she seemed to think so.

"I thought... I think they wanted you to... perform some sort of ritual on me... in your stag form."

"I don't have a stag form," Harry said, "This is the only form I come in."

"Mmmm..."

"None of that was real, Gin. It was a hallucination, nothing more."

"Well, I'm glad I did that with you. I trust you, Harry. Completely. I know you'd never hurt me."

"Well..." Harry was about to tell her that he loved her but stopped himself. "I trust you too." He nuzzled his face down onto her breasts. It was comforting after such a strange afternoon.

He listened to her breath quicken as he felt down her curves and between her legs. He couldn't help but look up at her when she held onto him more tightly, her breath quickening with his touch.

"You're so beautiful, Ginny," Harry whispered. She kissed him hard, reached down, and then guided him into her.

She moaned into his mouth as he pushed into her again. She laid her forehead against his.

But as he pushed into her again and again, he grew angry at her. How could she enjoy this—enjoy him—this much and not love him? This wasn't just sex. Not for him.

He thrust into her as hard as was possible in the water. But then he grew frustrated with Ginny being on top. He lifted her out of the water and sat her on the edge of the pool and then lay her down on the cool stone floor, all the while, he was moving in her.

"Oh, Harry," she said, her eyes fluttering open as her fingers raked over his chest.

"Do you like this? This hard?" he asked her. He thrust into her as hard as he could. She nodded feebly. He found a quick, punishing rhythm. But the harder he did it, the more she came undone. Then, as he pushed her legs down with each of his hands to try to push deeper into her, she came around him.

Feeling her come immediately put Harry over the edge too.

He picked her up in his arms and waded back into the water. He sat her down on his lap as they both caught their breath.