A/N: The original version of my fic. I warn you, this is NC-17, so if you’re not of age, get out, please.
The Parting
Watched you leave with heavy heart,
tried to avoid tears very hard.
And yet I left my scent in you.
You left your love inside me too.
The day was very cold and gray, but nothing compared to the trio’s mood. Hermione was murderous while Ron was completely harassed. Harry strongly resembled Moaning Myrtle, but without the piercing wails.
“Very well, Harry, what now?” asked Hermione impatiently.
“I…I don’t know….” was all he could reply.
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Harry was confused and terrified; he’d been so sure that they would find Ginny at Godric’s Hollow. Now they were all sitting in the town’s Inn drinking Muggle beer (dreadful stuff according to Ron). Hermione was annoyed and anything but friendly. They had been searching for almost a week and to no avail; Ginny was still lost and they were also losing valuable time. But arguing the point with Harry would bring nothing but more tears and yelling.
“Listen, mate,” said Ron cautiously, “I honestly think we should go back to…to whatever we’re supposed to be doing.”
Harry remained quiet, eyeing his beer bitterly. It was taking every effort to keep himself from crying and cursing his own ass for letting this happen. Ron and Hermione looked at each other with worried expressions.
“Will there be anything else Messrs. and Miss?” asked the waiter.
“No, thanks,” said Hermione.
“Very well, your rooms are ready, numbers 8 and 13.”
“Thank you,” said Harry. The man retreated leaving the trio to themselves once more.
“You need to rest Harry,” said Hermione. “You look terrible”
“Herm’s right, mate. Let’s stop for today. I haven’t had a decent sleep for two months, and if I keep it like this, I’ll curse myself into oblivion by accident.”
“It’s okay, Ron. I know I’ve been asking a lot from you two. I’m grateful and sorry for making you guys suffer my own disgraces.”
“Don’t say that, Harry,” said Hermione, patting his shoulder gently. “That’s why we’re friends.”
“C’mon. Let’s go get a good, pillowed rest,” finished Ron.
They got upstairs slowly. Hermione parted from them at room 8. Ron and Harry entered room 13. Both men took a nice shower and, before Harry had finished his, Ron was snoring happily in his bed. Harry lied down too, but he wasn’t sleepy at all. He rolled and rolled over, trying to find a comfortable position to no avail. His watch marked 4 a.m. when he finally gave up and left the room grumpily.
The Inn was deserted and dark, so a bit of magic wouldn’t hurt. He lit his wand and made his way out of the building. It was very cold outside, and he wished he’d thought of bringing a coat. He walked quietly and cautiously around the little village until he found number 13, Ortus Place. He gazed sadly at the ruins that once held his family; his mother, his father, and himself.
It was nothing but the reminiscence of a big house. Some walls had collapsed, and another couple of them were partially broken. The entire building was covered with weeds, and Harry was certain he saw a black cat wandering inside last time he visited. On the door, which was broken and rotten, he could still see a coat of arms. It was made of grayish shades and, on top, there was an unmistakable knight object: the helmet. The Potter coat of arms, his mark.
Harry entered the building (or ruins, whatever you like best), and found himself in the thickest darkness he’d ever encountered. It was very quiet. A silence so thick that he felt he could cut with a knife, which gave him calmness, gave his tormented soul a bit of peace as well. He sat in the middle of the room and closed his eyes, trying to imagine what this place had looked like seventeen years ago. He thought that, for a moment, he heard laughter. Cheer laughter, high pitched and warm, followed by another set of giggles that Harry was sure belonged to a male.
“Hey Lily! Don’t try to sneak; you know I’ll catch you!”
“I’d like to see you try, Mr. Prongs!”
“Is that a challenge?”
“You think so?”
“I do!”
“James, you naughty boy! Where are you? You know I hate it when you hide under that accursed cloak of yours.”
“Follow my sooooothing voice, Mrs. Prongs!”
“I won’t fall this time, Mr. Potter! Get that cloak off! NOW!”
“What if I don’t?”
“You won’t be getting anything tonight!”
CRASH
“Oh! James? Was that you?”
….
“Come on, James! This isn’t funny anymore!”
“DAMN!”
“James?”
“Lily! Go!”
“James? What is it?”
“Lily, take Harry and go! It’s him! Go! Run! I’ll hold him off….”
“Avada Kedavra!”
“JAMES!”
“Where’s the boy?”
“No!”
“Don’t’ think you can run from me, girl, not again!”
“Not Harry, please not him!”
“Stand aside, girl! Stand aside!”
“Not Harry, please not Harry, I’ll do anything!”
“I warned you!”
“Harry! Not my Harry! Harry…HARRY!”
“HARRY!”
“NOOOO!”
“HARRY!”
Hermione nudged Harry on the ribs a little bit too aggressively. The poor boy woke with a yelp and his heart hammering painfully. He was all sweaty, regardless of the freezing conditions of the night. His breathing was gradually going back to normal.
“He-Hermione?”
“It’s us, Harry, don’t worry!”
“Mate, you alright?” came Ron’s voice from the left.
“Ron! Sorry, I didn’t…”
“It’s okay, mate. We found you alive. That’s the important part”
The sun was shining bright and illuminated the place through the countless interstices of the roof. Harry blinked as his eyes became accustomed to the new light. He felt tears flooding his emerald-green eyes and restrained them with difficulty.
“Are you all right? Were you having a bad dream?”
“No, I’m fine, Herm,” he said trembling. “How did you find me?”
“Well, there aren’t a lot of places you’d go in this village, mate,” said Ron.
“We were so afraid you’d left to look for her again.” Hermione embraced the shivering boy tightly. ”Thanks Merlin you didn’t, or we wouldn’t have found you!”
“C’mon, Herm, get a grip,” said Ron annoyingly, grabbing her arm and releasing Harry from her clutches. “Let the man breathe!”
“Hey! No need to be so aggressive!”
“Shut up, it’s you who’s aggressive, suffocating Harry!”
“Yeah right! My fault as usual?”
“Will you two quit?” said Harry angrily, interrupting the rampant accusations and angry yelling. “I hate it when you start! Will there ever be a day when you two can be civil?”
He turned on his heel and went through one of the openings of the walls, leaving the others standing with their mouths open. He jumped over the fence and walked with quick pace. His head was aching and his eyes burned with restrained tears. It had been the same last time he visited. It was like if a dementor inhabited Ortus Place. It was so painful to realize that the house that once held his only source of happiness was so adverse to him.
Harry walked and walked, tears running free at last, without being aware of the path he was following. Soon, he left Godric’s Hollow and entered the wood. He needed to be alone, at least for a while. Everything was so overwhelming and he needed time to focus. He walked into the thick wood which somehow reminded him of the Forbidden Forest.
The Dark Forest….
And her red hair….
Flaming in the darkness around….
Warming my heart…..
He found a rock were he sat. He gazed miserably to his calloused hands, results of Quidditch and a couple of seriously evil wizard duels. For the record, he’d twice defied the crazy, idolatrizing, Bellatrix Lestrange and escaped narrowly. He didn’t think he could make yet another miraculous escape from that mad loon by the name of Amycus either.
The place was very quiet, except for a funny noise Harry wasn’t able to place. Hard as he tried, Harry had to concede that he’d never heard anything similar. Curiosity got the best of him, and he picked himself up from the rock, and made his way between the thick bushes. He got a few nasty cuts, but in the end, he found it.
Wow!
He’d never heard anything like it before, because he’d never seen one. It was something he’d seen on books or in television, but never live. It was like finally realizing that nature was also there, not only for and by magic.
It was a waterfall, not too big and not too small, but beautiful and majestic. It was an amazing scene that took Harry away from his worries for a couple of seconds. He didn’t know how, but he was already standing inches from the water when he stepped over something hard. He looked down and his eyes nearly popped out of his head. It was a bag. It was red and golden, and a pair of tennis shoes was visible beneath. Harry didn’t need more to recognize Ginny’s belongings.
***
“Here, my Lord, I trust this is what you requested?”
“Very well, Bella. Now leave.”
“As you wish, Master, are you certain that you will find the traitor?”
“You dare doubt my power?”
“No! I…I never.”
“LEAVE!”
***
“Draco! What are those boxers doing on you?” asked Ginny cheekily. She was surprised of her own daring.
“They are warming me a bit,” replied Draco with a smirk.
“Just a bit?” said she, grinning malevolently.
“Gin, is that what you want?”
The girl changed her expression from seductive to stun. She remained quiet for a moment before nodding almost unperceivably.
“Draco, I know this must sound mad to you. But I don’t know why I feel this….”
Draco placed his index on her lips shushing her. His left hand embraced her narrow waist while the right one caressed a blushed cheek.
“I don’t want to hurt you…I will do it only if you ask me to….”
As her response, Ginny captured his lips in a searing kiss. Draco tried, but resisting her was impossible. He licked her lips asking admittance, and when she obliged, he felt the familiar throbbing into his boxers. Their tongues danced rhythmically, echoing their heart beats. Ginny pulled him down and gasping for air they collapsed on the mattress, Draco lying on top of Ginny.
They looked at each other lustfully. Draco’s eyes had turned from silver to platinum, a feature that encouraged Ginny above anything else. He desired her, she knew it! She placed soft kisses on his cheek and slowly made her way till she found his ears. Draco felt her warm breathing as she whispered, in a voice that sent all reason to nothingness:
“Make love to me, Drake…I need you.” She gasped as he attacked her neck. “Please, I want you…”
Draco needed no more pleads. Ginny’s chocolate eyes shone like nothing he’d seen before as she uttered the words he’d been longing to hear. Tenderly, he cupped her breast into his hand and with the other, he began to make his way down and lower. His soft touch made poor Ginevra Weasley moan with pleasure.
Ginny began to feel an aching throbbing between her legs, which reminded her….
Detaching herself from Draco’s firm grip, she gazed blissfully into his platinum eyes.
“Everything fine, Gin?” Draco asked worriedly, suddenly realizing just how stiff she had become.
“It’s just…” She blushed furiously.
“What?” Draco couldn’t help the fear to be shown in his voice. Was she backing away?
“I…I’ve never, I don’t…”
What?!
“You mean it?” said Draco aghast. “You’ve never?”
Ginny shook her head shyly. Hell, what was that idiot Potter thinking? Ginny Weasley, the most coveted girl in Hogwarts, was still untouched? It didn’t make any sense, but it did arouse doubts in Draco. He looked away from her, unable to face what he had before his eyes. She placed her little hand on his cheek and turned him to her. His eyes were full of doubt, and hers of fear. But the meaning in them was clear. Draco knew what his body wanted, but he wasn’t quite sure of what hers wanted. It just didn’t make sense that she wanted him to…to be the first.
As if reading his thoughts, she said, “Don’t ask me why, I don’t have an answer. I just know what we want.”
That statement took him aback. He looked deep into her eyes, trying to read her. Impossible, he just couldn’t concentrate. He blinked, trying to focus. He knew that she was right about him, but what about her?
In the end, he decided that if he couldn’t think of a reason for which she would ask that of him, he would have to give her one. Decided at last, Draco gave her a reassuring kiss and slowly, he removed the towel from her body, encountering no resistance from the woman beneath him. She was shivering, but not due to a cold this time. He took a moment to admire her uncovered body. It was even better than he could ever have imagined. Her skin was very white and, as he began to touch her, he discovered just how soft it was. His hands couldn’t decide where to lie so they kept caressing every inch they could. To his own surprise, he felt Ginny’s midget hands detaching him of his boxers. Well, at least she wasn’t a complete amateur. That gave him more reassurance.
“My Draco,” whispered Ginny into his ear. “Oh…Draco…my Draco,” she said, panting. He’d never thought that the voice of a woman could sound so melodic and rough at the same time. Draco’s hands were now on her hips, and she could feel him very close to her, closer than any other man had ever been with her. The fire died away at that precise moment, leaving them alone, in the darkness, their naked bodies and their soul.
“Are you alright?” asked Draco, breathing with difficulty.
“Draco….” was her only response. “Please love…”
The last word was the ultimate hit. Draco left all doubt aside and carefully and tenderly, he opened her legs positioning himself between them. She was panting and her face, illuminated with the dim light of the flaming ashes, showed nothing but sweet torment. She was aching for him.
“Are you ready? Are you sure?” he questioned.
Ginny nodded, locking eyes with him. In response, he sighed nervously and nodded too.
With no further hesitation, for he had already lost his mind, he lowered he took an instant to linger his gaze on her sex. It was calling him…pleading for him. He approached her with his member, fully erect. She sighed as he nudged at her entrance. He smiled, relaxing a bit and clearing his head enough to control the situation. With each single amount of control he owned, he began to push slowly into her warmth. She groaned, and he stopped momentarily, as her breathing became more ragged.
“Don’t stop,” she said between gasps. Draco grinned and pushed further, yearning for release, but controlling himself the best he could. He pushed in and pulled out with slow pace and she met him welcomingly, timidly.
“Oh my…Draco….”
She closed her eyes to restrain the tears that were prickling in her eyes. Draco had closed his as well, enjoying the tightness around him. She whimpered as she felt him possessing her virginity. He lowered even more his pace as he felt his penis going through. It hurt Ginny, but she kept her painful moans to herself. Soon, Draco felt her relax; Ginny was rewarded with no more pain, as the ephemeral aching of losing one’s virginity passed. Encouraged and aroused, Ginny wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into an intimate kiss.
As they broke, Ginny raised her legs to a bent position, increasing the friction between her and Draco’s body.
“D-Draco…” she stuttered. “F-faster…p-please….”
Draco grinned relieved. He was just to happy to concede to her wishes, which were the same as his own. He quickened the speed of his thrust.
“Oh Gods,” he heard Ginny gasp. He continued to penetrate her softly, but as his need increased he just felt he couldn’t hold it anymore. He began to slam into her, earning more moans and pleasure gasps from her.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, improving the angle of his thrusting, letting him even deeper inside her.
“D-Draco…oooh!”
They reached a sensual rhythm, an erotic tempo, where they were both moaning and gasping on the offbeat. With each stroke, she welcomed him warmly. He soon felt himself releasing his seed into her and, with a last yelp, she felt herself climaxing around him, aiding him to release every last drop.
Breathing heavily, he collapsed beside her and conjured a pair of blankets. He covered their shivering bodies with it, although it felt like a sin to cover such beauty. He was talking of her, of course. She rested her head on his chest and traced patterns with her finger.
“I love you, Drake,” she said suddenly. Draco’s heart skipped a beat, or maybe two.
“Don’t say that Gin, you know that’s not true,” he said, trying to keep his voice steady.
“If that’s all I know, then I’m the most ignorant person in the world.”
***
“I found him.”
“Where my Lord?” Lucius blurted out.
“Silence!” Voldemort commanded. “You don’t dare to talk to me Lucius, or you’ll encounter the limit of my patience!”
“Shall we go, Master? I could do with a nice meal.”
“No, Greyback, I do not wish to kill him…yet.”
“I see. Shall we bring him?”
“Yes, Bella. Take Amycus and Alecto with you, maybe Donovan and Duncan as well.”
“Very well, Master.”
“My Lord, may I inquire…” began Lucius.
“You may not, Lucius. Here, Bella, I’ll explain you where to locate him.”
********
Harry stood there, stunned, for several minutes until it dawned on him. Ginny was close. He raised his wand and sent his silver stag with a message for Ron and Hermione. With a faint ‘pop’ Hermione apparated followed by the loud ‘crack’ that meant Ron had reached them as well.
“What is it Harry?” asked Hermione. “Oh! Merlin!”
“Yes, Herm, it’s her bag,” he said. “She’s somewhere around, I can sense it.”
“So?” interjected Ron. “What are we waiting for? Let’s search, and beware of Death Eaters!”
“Honestly, Ron, you don’t think they have her, do you?” asked Hermione, sounding suddenly alarmed.
“I wouldn’t leave anything to luck just now,” said Harry.
The three of them began to search, wands at the ready. Hermione went through the wood, Ron on one side of the river, and Harry the other one; the one closest to the waterfall.
“Ginny!” he called. “Ginny!” But the roar of the water drowned his desperate screams. And then he saw them….
Footprints….
Harry began to walk quicker, then began to run like there was no tomorrow. Ron and Hermione didn’t even notice he was gone. He reached the end of the trees and his jaw dropped. He was facing the blue ocean. The footprints died as soon as the wood did. Harry groaned, frustrated. But then….
“Harry!”
He turned his head so fast that it nearly cracked. His heart stopped for a split of second before it dawned on him.
“Ginny!”
The red-headed woman standing before him had her chocolate eyes wide as plates. She stood motionless, too stunned to act. Harry pulled her into a rib-breaking embrace and began to stroke her head, sobbing into her shoulder.
“Oh! Gin, I’m so sorry! I’m such a jerk!”
There was a sound like branches been cracked and Ron and Hermione surfaced from the trees with worried faces, which softened as soon as their eyes fell on the scene.
“Ginny!” exclaimed both teenagers. Ginny was on the verge of tears, but didn’t utter a word as she embraced each her brother and her friend.
“Let’s get you back to the Burrow, love.”
“But Harry, I…”
Harry shook his head before hugging her again.
“No explanations required, Gin. C’mon.”
“But…”
She didn’t have time to say anything further as Harry grabbed her arm tightly and turned on the spot. She only casted a last longing glance to the wood…to the cave that was hidden within.
***
“Get him here alive, Bella, make sure he’s alive.”
“Of course, Master.”
“If you disappoint me again, Bella, you’ll unfortunately encounter your sister’s fate.”
“V-very well, Master.”
With a brief ‘pop’, she disapparated along with four reinforcement. She didn’t underestimate her nephew. When she came out of that horrible feeling of compression, she was standing in front of the cave she’d visited a month ago, along with Lucius.
“Tut, tut, Draco, I thought you were smarter than this.”
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