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Summary: What really happened that time at the lake that Harry was remembering when he was supposed to be doing homework. What happens when things go too far, and then get out of control. What will Ron say? Set during Half-Blood Prince, but, until further notice, doesn't really follow the plot, and completely disregards the ending. Rated M for adult themes.


Chapter 1: The Beginning

"Hey, Ginny," a male voice whispered in her ear. "Fancy a walk?"

Ginny Weasley turned and tried in vain to glare at the smirking form of her boyfriend, Harry Potter.

"Harry, I have to study. I know you can fake your way through your classes because you have Hermione, and you're 'the Chosen One' and all. Most of us are not that lucky." But even as she said the words she was fighting back a grin.

"Ginevra! I'm offended!" Harry said with a smile. "Alright, alright, I'll have you back in time to finish your work before bed."

Ginny smiled and shut her books. "You'd better." She said as she stood.

As they walked hand-in-hand toward the portrait hole, Harry heard Ron call after him. "Hey, Harry! I need your help with this essay for Slugworth! Where are you going with my sister?"

"Ron, shush." That was Hermione. Harry couldn't help but grin.

They walked in silence to the lake, at this rate Ginny wouldn't finish anything tonight. They were standing behind a clump of bushes when Ginny started to get really frustrated. She stopped walking and looked at Harry, with a look reminiscent of an angry Mrs. Weasley.

"So, have you had your exercise for the day? Can we head back now?"

"Not quite."

He wrapped his arms around her waist and as he started to lean in to kiss her she put her hand on his chest and tried to push him back. "Oh no, Mr. Potter. You will not be getting lucky tonight. I have a Defense Against the Dark Arts test tomorrow that I need to study for. And besides, did you really think that you'd get away with this? If I didn't really like you I'd be truly offended. Out by the bushes near the lake? Honestly."

"Come on, Ginny. You know we can't do this in the castle. Ron'd go ballistic if he saw me feeling up his little sister, even if I am dating her." Harry tried to smirk at her, but it faded when she glared at him again.

"Alright, fine."

Ginny kissed him quickly, and grabbed his hand again as it tried to sneak it's way up the front of her shirt. It was, after all, Sunday, and they weren't required to wear their uniforms to study in the common room on a Sunday. She started heading back towards the castle with Harry in tow, but after a moment she stopped short so that Harry, who wasn't really paying attention, crashed into her.

"What?" he asked, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. She twisted around in his arms and looked up into his green eyes. She kissed him quickly again and then smiled at him while running her fingers through his untidy black hair. He was even more confused than before. "What?"

"Oh, screw it. I know my Dark Arts stuff like the back of my hand, thanks to you. You just might get lucky after all."

Harry fought back a smile and said in a very serious voice, "Now Ginny, what would Ron say?"

"Who cares. He knows that if he annoys me too badly I'll just hex him. "They both grinned at this, knowing it was true.

"Well, if you insist," Harry said, leaning ever closer.

"And I do."

The bushes no longer covered them, but neither of them cared. They continued to kiss, Harry slipping his tongue into Ginny's mouth, and his hand up her shirt. Ginny broke away long enough to sit down on the grass, and drag Harry down after her.

"Well then. You're rather forceful when you're horny," he said smiling at her while she tugged off her tee shirt, and then began pulling at his.

"Oh, shut up," she muttered lying back on the grass and pulling Harry after her by the belt loop of his jeans.

They hadn't been back at kissing but a minute when Harry felt a tug on his belt. He broke away in order to fumble with the clasp on Ginny's bra while she muttered swear words in the general direction of Harry's belt.

"You know what? Let's switch. I'm guessing you'll have a little more luck with that clasp, and I know how this belt works," Harry said with a slight laugh. He was completely mystified as to how bras worked, but he figured that this was neither the time nor place to try to figure it out. He never thought that undressing would be this difficult. But he also never figured he be trying to undress himself while practically attached to another person.

Harry was still untangling his belt from his pants, when he was suddenly flat on his back, his belt in his hand and a very confused look on his face. Ginny put a finger to her lips and gave him a very seductive look, then kissed him quickly, her bare breasts colliding with his chest. She then got to her knees and started inching her way backwards. Harry was now completely perplexed, but it all became clear when she leaned forward and placed a kiss on his stomach, her fingers playing with the button on his jeans. The button proved much easier to navigate than the belt, and within seconds she was starting to back up even further, pulling his jeans and boxers with her. "Are you sure you want to do this?" he asked, a look of pure concern on his face. Her only response was to grin and kiss the very tip of his cock. He look of concern quickly changed to a look of pleasure.

Ginny started to take his length into her mouth, getting almost to the base before running out of room in her mouth. As she started to pull back up again, she lightly ran her teeth along his dick, making him moan lightly.

After a little while longer of this, Ginny kneeled back up, and started moving forward again. She leaned forward and kissed Harry firmly on the lips, and as she did so, she felt him shift under her. He rolled the two of them over so that it was he that was half kneeling, and began to fumble with her jeans. Once he had the button undone, and starting to shift himself down, Ginny said, "Enough of this foreplay crap. Let's just do it."

Harry, although slightly concerned that he wasn't doing this right, did as he was told, slipping Ginny's jeans and panties down, and positioned himself, carefully, over her. She looked up at him and saw the concern in his eyes. Sitting up she kissed him lightly. "It's alright. I want this. Really. I do."

"Okay," he said a little tentatively, slipping himself inside her as she lay back.

Ginny let out a gasp, which quickly turned into a moan, as Harry began to speed up a little. She heard Harry's breathing start to become quicker and more shallow, and realized that hers was as well. She felt a tingling that started in her stomach and spread it's way. Just as she let out a final, low moan, her orgasm passing, she felt Harry shudder, and come inside her, heard him moan, and felt him lay down beside her.

He placed a hand on her stomach, tracing a slow circle around her belly button with his finger. He snuggled up close to her, placing his face right next to her ear. In a hoarse whisper he said, "I think I love you, Ginevra Weasley."

She turned her face slowly to look at him. His eyes were closed and he had this complacent grin on his face. He looked more beautiful to her then, than he ever had before. She leaned down and kissed him softly, for a moment, then whispered back, "I think I love you too, Harry Potter."

They stood and dressed quickly, not caring if jeans hung right or if tee shirts were inside out. They walked slowly back to the common room, Harry hoping no one would still be awake, so they could climb into their beds, no one paying any attention to their disheveled appearances. He, however, was horrified to note that they only ones left in the common room when they got there were Ron and Hermione.

As they climbed through the portrait hole Ron looked up. "Where have you guys been? It's almost midnight. You left almost four hours ago. What the hell could you have been doing for that long?"

Harry and Ginny, both intending to ignore the questions, started collecting their stuff from the near by table.

Ron glared at his best friend. "Well?"

Harry almost laughed. Ron was more like his mother that he knew. Keeping a straight face he said, "We went out to get some fresh air and talk and stuff, and we lost truck of time. I'm sorry. Did we worry you, Mum Weasley?"

Hermione and Ginny both snorted, and Ron made a grotesque face, and flipped Harry off.

Ginny, having collected all her books, kissed Harry quickly, and started to move off towards the staircase to the girl's dormitories, but Hermione grabbed her wrist. "Hey Ginny, you've got a bit of grass in your hair. Actually, come to think of it, your shirt isn't..." And then it dawned on Hermione what was going on. She blushed deep red, and made a soft 'oh' noise, and started to gather her things. Once she had everything together, she and Ginny sped of toward the dormitory, giggling, and whispering.

Ron, being clearly thicker than Hermione, just stared confusedly after them. "I'd bet it's about you, mate. Don't worry though. Girls do stuff like that all the time. Although, now that she mentioned it, you've got a bit of grass in your hair as well. Were you guys laying in the grass?"

"Yeah. You caught me," Harry said with a grin, knowing Ron wouldn't be this friendly when he found out what the girls were really whispering about. "I'm going up to bed."

"I'm right behind you. I'm beat."


Okay, that's it for the first chapter. Depending on reactions, I might write more. Let me know what you think. And thank you to Baby Huey for informing me, once again, what Ginny's real name is. Either, I'm a complete dope, and can't spell to save my life, or I was misinformed the first time I was corrected. Either way, I blame myself for being a big loser, and not just looking it up before publishing this.