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Tomorrow
by waits for nothing (water_jade)
at October 19th, 2007 (10:25 pm)
horny

smuttiness: lustful
SexyBack: s_f

It's smut Friday. So I bring you... smut! I've been working on this story for much, much too long. Please do forgive me. Also, it has an extended ending, which can be found in my next post.

Author: Delaney
Title: Tomorrow
Pairing: H/G [*awaits gasps*]
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: I always feel like these ruin the surprise. But, no particular warnings to offer, so I shouldn't worry!
Summary: Ginny knows just what Harry would like for his birthday - and her imagination is going to help her every step of the way.
Additional Notes: I fully believe that this story could fit feasibly into DH Canon, complete with fantasies. Please note most of the dialogue is JKs.

On opposite sides of the bed, Ginny and Hermione stretched the sheets tight, tucking them under the mattress. If Mum were any more determined to keep the three of them separated, I think she would send them to different sides of the country, Ginny thought darkly. In the mad preparations for Bill and Fleur’s wedding, Harry, Ron and Hermione had seen little of each other, and, as much as she liked Hermione, Ginny would really rather see Harry a bit more before he sent himself off to meet his doom, or wherever he was going.

Tomorrow would be his birthday, and Ginny was running out of both time and ideas for a gift. What to get an ex-boyfriend you were sure you both loved and would never see again? Ginny brooded for a few moments, staring in frustration at the scrubbed-clean walls. Finally, she allowed herself to think the thoughts she’d been keeping away until now— There was one thing she did have. One thing she’d guarded stringently throughout her dating career, one thing only Harry really deserved.

Tomorrow.

Ginny hoped Hermione didn’t notice the colour rise to her cheeks; Hermione’s brow was furrowed, and she patted a pillow a little too forcefully as she finished her side of the guest bed. Confident Hermione hadn’t noticed, Ginny returned to the bedclothes, concentrating on her own pale, shaking hands, fingernails bitten to the quick from worrying.

Tomorrow. She would be ready tomorrow.

Dinner was frustrating as usual. It was hurried, as the three of them had Important Matters to discuss. Harry was maddening; it seemed as though he was casting her sympathetic glances every few seconds, though Ginny may have been imagining it. It wasn’t fair. She squirmed in her seat, focusing on her meal. It would not do to over-prepare for this. As soon as she could, Ginny excused herself and hurried upstairs.

Tomorrow. Tomorrow she would justify her ridiculous behaviour.

Naturally, Ginny couldn’t sleep that night. She tossed and turned and worried. Harry had broken up with her. He was a boy, but he was a good boy. The type Ginny had always avoided so they wouldn’t remind her of him. Exhausted, she drifted off to sleep after telling herself she would at least give it a try. Maybe if she kissed convincingly enough—

Suddenly, it was tomorrow, and, though Ginny hardly remembered the morning, it was just as she had imagined. They were past kissing now, and Ginny was backed against the wall with Harry pressed up against her. Startled, Ginny wondered how it had all happened so fast. Soon, though, she relaxed into the rhythm of it. It was just like she had planned.

They had never kissed like this. It was deeper, more intense, more perfect than it had ever felt. Ginny consoled herself with that. This must be right.

His hands were on her waist, touching her skin, and she could do nothing but try to catch her breath as she helped Harry rid her of her own clothes. She gasped as he ran his hands over her bare skin. Everything was happening very quickly, it seemed. Convenient.

She felt herself being gently guided backwards toward the bed, where she lay on her back, prostrate. Harry, supporting himself with his hands, lowered himself to kiss her gently on the lips and murmur—something—

“What?”

“I said, ‘Are you sure this is what you want?’”

Ginny smiled, feeling a little more herself as she pulled Harry’s face down to hers.

“This was my idea, remember?” Confidence and coherent thoughts flitted just out of reach after that as Harry kissed her collarbone in just the place that had always felt so delightfully right, but she didn’t bother to wonder how Harry had found out about it. Hadn’t that been with…Oh….

Ginny sighed (and promptly laughed, of course. Why was she sighing?) when Harry began to kiss her lower, following her shoulders with his lips as he traced the white line leading down from her hipbone. Carefully, he slipped one, then two of the fingers of his right hand inside, rubbing gently in and out. Their intake of breath was simultaneous. Barely considering her reaction, Ginny pushed against his hand, crying out as she drove his fingers deeper.

The pressure was gone, suddenly, and Ginny opened her eyes, not realising she had closed them. Harry was hurriedly unfastening his robes, his eyes never leaving her. Sitting up, her insides throbbing, she leaned forward and kissed him, distracting him momentarily from his mission. The skin of her breasts lightly brushed his chest as she reached for him. He moaned softly, holding her cheeks and leaning into her. Ginny tried not to think about their respective states of undress, lest she start blushing. Harry’s fingers were damp against her face, and she drew back in surprise. It seemed too soon to be sweating.

“Do you know what that is, Ginny?” Harry asked, his voice oddly scratchy. Ginny held his hand in front of her face. The smell was vaguely familiar—she closed her eyes, and definitely blushed now, barely managing a nod. Something unexplainable prompted Ginny to taste that wetness, to show Harry what he could do to her. Turning his hand sideways, she sucked on his first finger, breathing deeply. The taste was indescribable, rather like the smell but stickier, combined with the rough saltiness of Harry’s hand.

Harry’s reaction to this decision was sudden and startling. With a desperate sigh, he pulled his hand from her mouth and worked on his trousers, finally freeing himself of them and shaking them off of his legs, rather awkwardly, Ginny thought, as she observed this renewed intensity in awe. Roughly gripping her shoulders, he pushed her back onto her back and lowered himself so he was hovering above her, leaning down to trace his tongue and teeth along her breasts. Ginny’s breath caught, her heart pounding harder as her body responded with increased intensity to Harry’s change in… approach.

“Harry, I—” Ginny’s words were lost as he lowered his hips to grind against hers, his erection hard against her thigh. She bit her lip in surprise, worrying for the first time. This was going to hurt, this wasn’t going to be nice, or fun, it would just be worrying, and—

Well, now that was ridiculous. There was no way he should be allowed to taunt her that way. Ginny pressed a hand on each of Harry’s hips, drawing her fingers forward to guide him closer. He bowed his head, pressing his face to her neck and breathing there.

“Ginny,” he murmured, thrusting into her hands, barely penetrating the opening beyond them. “Ginny, Ginny.”

“Be careful, Harry,” she cautioned quietly, moving her hands to Harry’s back and holding on to the skin there as he whispered promises he had already broken and took chances with her heart he had already taken.

It was a surprisingly gratifying feeling, Harry filling her and stroking her inside as she arched to meet him and pulled away. Their rhythm erased all other necessities, though it did require some degree of concentration. Harry’s surprised intake of breath and the soft moans that followed were perfection to Ginny. She wrapped her right leg around his back, pulling him closer still, enjoying his hiss of surprise as she trapped him there.

Hips knocking solidly against hers, Harry thrust harder. Losing her breath and overwhelmed and enveloped by all of this feeling, Ginny cried out, ignoring that there were other people in the house, ignoring everything, just for now. She concentrated on the sensation of Harry’s pushing into her, the stretching, the rawness, the intensity.

“Harry, please.” But Ginny didn’t know what she was requesting. Suddenly, he leaned down and caught her lips—

Ginny opened her eyes, tangled, sweaty, heart pounding, core throbbing. Moonlight shone through her curtains… moonlight. It was night-time. Harry was nowhere to be seen; he had never been there. Stifling a sob, Ginny clutched her pillow and drew her knees to her chest. They had been so close, so connected. Why did everything end this way?

After what felt like an hour, Ginny’s eyes closed and she drifted into an exhausted and (mercifully) dreamless sleep.

Tomorrow, she told herself, over and over as she lay in bed. Tomorrow.

The fated day began, frustrating at the very least. Ginny’s nerves were constantly on edge, and she hadn’t even seen Harry. They missed each other at breakfast, were assigned separate chores during the day, putting off the confrontation that Ginny didn’t know how to begin.

Finally, her chance came. An ultimatum moment. Harry was in the kitchen, and she could hear voices on the other side of the door. At this point, it was either now or never.

“Harry, will you come here a moment?” she asked, then waited, breathless. Vaguely she noticed Hermione leading Ron away, so she turned and made her way to the familiar room, then whirled on Harry (who had followed her after all).

“Happy seventeenth,” she sighed. An image flashed before her eyes. She saw not Harry, but her dream-Harry, calling her name as he fucked her. The breath whooshed out of Ginny’s lungs at that memory. She looked at him hard, trying to find evidence of the man she remembered from the night before. He looked away, said something about the view.

“I couldn’t think what to get you,” she went on. It was only partly true, she couldn’t think of anything material that he would like. This, though, was different. Harry mumbled an excuse for her. That wasn’t what she needed.

“I didn’t know what would be useful. Nothing too big, because you wouldn’t be able to take it with you.” Nothing too big. Another dream-vision overwhelmed her. Harry, face in her hair, mercilessly thrusting against her hips. Her vision blurred. She couldn’t smell him at this distance; she moved to where she could. Keep going, she willed herself. There had to be an explanation for this.

“So then I thought, I’d like you to have something to remember me by, you know, if you meet some Veela when you’re off doing whatever you’re doing.” Or whomever. Must not think about that. How dangerous would this really be for him, anyway?

“I think dating opportunities are going to be pretty thin on the ground, to be honest,” Harry answered. Perfect. Well, as long as they had that settled…

“There’s the silver lining I’ve been looking for,” she whispered, her lips brushing his as she said the words.

It was just like in the dream, every moment of it. The warmth, the lust, the desire, the passion was real. They had everything at their fingertips. His fingers twined into and pulled on her loose hair as he breathed deeply. She kissed him harder, willing to do something, anything to be closer to him. Their bodies were crushed together, Ginny’s core on fire.

Blissful oblivion.

Comments

Posted by: little miss obsessive (aiseiri_47)
Posted at: October 20th, 2007 06:29 am (UTC)
alias / naughty girl

Hee.

I read it mainly out of curiousity (I'm sure you're not surprised I didn't die with excitement at the sight of "H/G"). And, well -- She saw not Harry, but her dream-Harry, calling her name as he fucked her.

Fabulous line.

Posted by: waits for nothing (water_jade)
Posted at: October 21st, 2007 01:22 am (UTC)
Pirates - keira

Well, I'm sure you know I wouldn't normally be excited at that, either.

But I'm glad you liked that line. I was very unsure about it, actually. ♥

Posted by: there's joy not far from here! (ohstarling)
Posted at: October 20th, 2007 06:38 am (UTC)

Oh, wow. I was not expecting that ending, somehow. This was beautiful.

“Be careful, Harry,” she cautioned quietly, moving her hands to Harry’s back and holding on to the skin there as he whispered promises he had already broken and took chances with her heart he had already taken.

I love that line. It's perfect.

And oh, now that the war is over ... *grins*

Posted by: waits for nothing (water_jade)
Posted at: October 21st, 2007 01:24 am (UTC)
HP - Slytherin

Oh, those were JKR's words. 'Blissful oblivion' is right from DH. @.@ Maybe that's why it was good? Hee.

Anyway, I'm so glad you liked that line - it was actually my favourite because it's so representative of the pairing.

As to the war, well, they could totally have at it now if Ginny hadn't been distracted by a certain fair-haired Slytherin while Harry was away. *shrugs*

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