|Our Little Secret
||[Jul. 19th, 2004|11:20 pm]
Title: Our Little Secret
Fandom: Harry Potter
Word Count: 500
Distribution: Ask and ye shall receive.
Disclaimer: Not mine... characters belong to J.K. Rowling... blah, blah...
The last time Ginny Weasley had kept a secret, it had threatened to destroy everything and everyone she held dear. When she awoke from her coma in that damp chamber facing the bruised and bloodied form of Harry Potter, she vowed it would never happen again. Thinking back on it now... Ginny let out an almost forced laugh. Her promises had a nasty habit of getting broken.
It was well past midnight... and Ginny was fully aware that she was breaking at least a dozen school rules. None of it really mattered anymore. As she made her way down the chilly, moonlit halls, the only thing on her mind was the way his silver hair fell against her skin as he left a trail of fire behind him wherever he kissed her. He was by no means gentle; taking what he wanted and leaving precious few seconds for her to breathe between his assaults... but he was hers. It had been so long since she had been able to say those words to herself and she relished the feel of them on her tongue.
It had been nearly a week since she'd seen him last, a week full of desire so strong she could almost touch it. She had fended off countless questioning glances and worried stares from Hermione, and had brushed both Harry and Ron aside whenever they had tried to get her to open up. She had even flirted with a few of the boys in her house, and was rewarded with possessive glares from across the room that she quietly savored. She had been a very good girl and it was definitely time for her to collect her reward.
She rounded the last corner and lightly made her way down a small flight of stairs to see him waiting casually by the door of his room. His usual smirk was not visible on his face, but was replaced by a look so intense she almost forgot to breathe. She quickly regained her composure with a casual toss of her copper hair and crossed the distance to his door. Before she could even open her mouth to speak, he grabbed her roughly by the arm and yanked her through the doorway, slamming it shut behind him. Gripping her by the shoulders he pushed her hard against the back of the door and leaned his full weight against her, claiming her mouth angrily. He pulled away from the kiss slowly and leaned to her ear instead, his hot breath tickling her hair as he spoke, “That’s for making me wait, Weasley....”. “This...”, he said as he lowered his head to her stomach and pushed her shirt up, breathing across her sensitive skin before ducking lower, “is for keeping our little secret.”
As she tangled her hands in his hair and let out a low moan of pleasure, she thought to herself that this was one secret she would be keeping for a very, very long time. Promises be damned.