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Post by ginny on Dec 12, 2005 15:57:59 GMT -5
Ginny was slightly confused after hearing Harry make a moaning sound. She smirked slightly as a sigh escaped her lips once Harry had started to nibble at her neck playfully. She moved her lips from his earlobes and back to his, kissing him passionately while running her fingers through his messy jet black hair. She wished that she could stay here in this moment forever. For once, she felt at peace with the world, as if nothing could break her and Harry apart.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 15, 2005 21:28:54 GMT -5
Harry grinned as he saw the smirk on her face, a thing he treasured about her for some odd reason or another. Her hands were soft as they met with his scalp and this brought a small grin to his lips. He made to place his thumbs so they were touching skin as the rest of his fingers curved around the sides of her pants. Not suprisingly, his hands were freezing and Ginny's warm body only made them warmer. He could feel the blood surge to his finger tips and this brought a smirk to his own face, playfull ofcourse. He made no other notion to suggest he was going to do something, but soft moans still seemed to find their ways out of his vocals. Some of them were barely audible, but as he bent down to nibble and bite at her neck teasingly she would have been able to hear them. He felt, for once, they were as one right there in the common room. He felt safe with her here and with the knowledge no one could be able to ruin this moment, nor any in which they happened to share.
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Post by ginny on Dec 19, 2005 16:11:23 GMT -5
Ginny continued to smirk as she pulled away and saw the look of mischief and playfullness written all over Harry's face. She leaned in and kissed him, a sigh escaping her lips as she felt his cold fingers against the skin on her hips since she was warm and he was cold. She smiled at him again as he nibbled on her neck and she brought her lips to his 'sweet spot' behind his earlobe and sucked, nibbled, and occasionally bit it. She loved the sound of his moaning in her ear, even if they were barely audible.
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Post by Harry Potter on Dec 22, 2005 21:45:09 GMT -5
Harry felt a shiver run up his spine unexpectedly, mainly because that 'sweet spot', or as it was most commonly called, was just a major turn on for him. He didn't know why, but liked when she bit at it. He smiled, hands warming as they were placed along her pant's line. Numerous things were racing along in his mind and every one of them led to one question: Was he going to be a virgin his whole life? He doubted it, especially at the rate they were going. He didn't have a problem with waiting because it was only natural to save one's self for marriage. He gave a soft whimper, surprised at himself, as she tore her lips away from his own. He had fun kissing her, finding it enjoyable. He let a sigh come out as well, his eyes dancing with amusement behind his glasses.
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Post by ginny on Dec 23, 2005 10:41:02 GMT -5
Ginny could sense the disappointment in Harry after she had torn her lips from his own. She smirked before placing her lips again, giving him a fiery kiss. She pulled away suddenly, a look of fear and shock on her face as she heard the door barge down. There, standing before her and Harry, was Draco Malfoy.
"Why look, it's Weaslette and Potty. How cute." Draco sneered, before stepping forward and grabbing Ginny's arm. "Take one last look at Potty, Weaslette, because this will be the last time you see him." He hissed menacingly, before laughing miniacally. Ginny tried to struggle against him, but he only gripped her arm harder. He then Apparated on the spot, still holding Ginny, a look of fear and shock on her face before she disappeared.
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Post by Harry Potter on Jan 28, 2006 2:03:09 GMT -5
"Oh no you don't!" Harry said, then lunged straight of Ginny, grabbing a hold of her hand, then apparating in a swirl of whirling color. It seemed they had been going like this forever, then all three of them landed with a sharp thud onto the earth. Immidiately, as if like clock work, Harry drew his wand on Malfoy, his eyes flashing dangerously as he pulled the lump up. How smug did this bastard think he was, especially with a wand jabbed into his throat. When Ron and him weren't at it, the son of Lucius Malfoy and the son of James Potter were down each other's throats, almost literally. Harry growled angrily, wand wand pushing the thin skin of the boy back into a wall of some street that looked like it belonged in a muggle village. Why had he brought them here and what was his intent on taking his girlfriend? This sick pig really wanted his head chopped off didn't he? Oh Draco had gone too far this time because he literally put his wand in one hand and hauled back, punching the blonde haired sicko straight in the nose.
"How bout that for your list of injuries from a half breed?" He growled, normally not referring to his blood all that often. When he did, however, one knew he was pissed beyond all recognition. He snorted under his breath as the lump tried to reach for his wand. Unfortunately for him, Harry had found it and chucked it aside. "You have serious issues you sick bastard. Petrificus Totalus Maximus!" Harry shouted, freezing Draco rigid as a board. How dare he bring two Gryffindors out in the middle of God knows where. Just for good measure, he kicked Malfoy straight in his arrogant nose, hoping it'd break to pieces. He then reached down and grabbed Ginny's hand abit rough, but as he pulled her around the corner, he softened a bit, his mind swirling as he led her down the street. He let out a sigh and shook his head, the eyes behind his glasses showing fear and doubt of himself. Everyone held him in such high regard, but even he, the owner of the Chosen One's body, was scared to death that Ginny would be killed because of him.
"You ok Ginny?" He asked her, only glancing at her and avoiding her brilliant eyes. What was it about Death Eater wannabees that made them follow him and those he cared for? He didn't know, but knew that only a Malfoy would have sick, twisted thoughts about his girlfriend. Sometimes it was people like Draco Malfoy that made him not want to have a relationship with anyone, for fear of them getting hurt. Ginny was one of those girls that wouldn't quit, not give into his fear. "I wonder where we are. I've never been here before." He said, stopping just in the dark street of some quiet neighborhood.
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Post by ginny on Jan 28, 2006 2:16:36 GMT -5
Ginny glanced at Harry and Draco fighting, smirking as Harry punched Draco twice. She was quickly led down a dark alley and she hid behind a garbage can with Harry as Draco passed by them. She sighed in relief after seeing him pass and she gripped Harry's hand. "Harry, I have no idea where we are. I was going to ask you the same question." She said, looking at him. She looked around her surroundings, trying to figure out where the hell they were. She shrugged to herself, the only thing she concluded being that they were in a quiet Muggle nieghbourhood. She glanced at Harry although she heard footsteps walking towards them, although it sounded like a lot more than one person......it sounded more like an army. She poked her head out from behind the garbage can slightly and saw Death Eaters fast approaching and she quickly ducked again, giving Harry a look that said that had to get out of there now.
((Sorry it's so short but I'm tired and need to get to bed. Night! ))
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Post by Harry Potter on Mar 2, 2006 19:17:07 GMT -5
Right about now, as the Death Eaters began their surrounding tactics, Harry's mind was buzzing with the cackling laughter that erupted from each throat. His breathing was uneasy, not its normal steady puffs into the cold air. It was the same type of thing he had around dementors, but there couldn't be those creatures in this sort of time, could there? Something inside him told the adrenaline side that he had to get Ginny out of here, not even taking into consideration the Death Eaters might be after his head too. Why had Draco brought them to a muggle place? Why not a cold, ruthless spot in the wizarding world, surrounded by purebloods loyal to the dark lord? As much as he wanted to find that out, he was up in no time, his hand almost literally dragging Ginny to an alleyway behind a building. It was tight and cramped in width, having to hold his breath as they slipped along it silently. The laughter.. so easily sprang from each person as they searched for the two Gryffindors.
The narrow path soon parted out on a paved, open street, one that he knew very well, having grown up here. For once he was actually happy to see the house so unchanged from all the others, not even realizing that they were in the past. He would be protected here, surely, even though it was not blessed by the hand of Dumbledore. He had to get them both to safety. He had both of their lives dangling so dangerously in his hands and he did not like that feeling. His walk now was fully in stride, quick and hopefully too silent to be heard by unwelcome ears. Harry stepped up the slanting drive of the Evans home, his hand reaching out for the door handle. It shouldn't have been a surprise to find it locked, though that could easily be fixed. He drew his wand, unlocking the door with a simple nonverbal spell. He felt burglarizing was, though once out of the question, now imperitive to their survival.
He brought Ginny through the front door, shutting it once he had pulled her into the house. The living room was fair quiet, the fireplace cold, a sign the family had been in bed for a long while. He didn't know exactly the time, but he wasn't really interested in that sort of thing. The Death Eaters and what ever else was chasing them would not be able to find them here, that much was certain. He smiled, this thought relieving the nerves that pulsed like mad. "We'll be safe here." He said to Ginny quietly, leading her into the kitchen. Without warning, he let go of her hand and collapsed to the floor, purely exhausted. He wanted both of them to get out of here, but now that seemed impossible. He didn't know how to apparate, nor did he have a liscense. He wouldn't know how to explain to the Ministry of the past that two underaged wizards that didn't even exist yet had come to be in a muggle town.
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