Harry Potter and the Potion of Power



Chapter 2: "Meet Me After Everyone's Asleep," She Said

When Harry awoke several hours later, no one else was in the Griffindor Tower. He took a shower, changed into a clean pair of jeans, then went looking for his friends. School wasn't in session, so he didn't have to wear his robes.

The halls were almost deserted. It reminded Harry of Hogwarts at Christmas, when he had remained at the school, while most of the students had gone home to be with their families. But, as lonely as it had been, it had been better than spending Christmas with the Dursleys. Not that they would have wanted him to come home, anyway.

Although he was looking for Ron and Hermione, he really wanted to find Ginny. Had he heard her right? Did she really want to meet him in the common room after everyone else was asleep -- and was it for the reason he thought?

All they'd done up until now was kiss. He'd had almost no sexual experience with Ginny or with any other girl. He'd felt Romilda Vane's breasts through her robes and could have probably done more, but hadn't. He'd never even done that much with Ginny. She was Ron's sister. Every time he'd thought about touching her, Ron's face had appeared before his eyes. He might accept that Harry and Ginny were a couple, but what would he think about Harry's touching her breasts -- or more?

And, it was the more Harry was thinking about -- the more that kiss had promised. He was sure Ginny had been as aroused by the kiss as he had. He knew if he met Ginny, he would be able to touch her breasts. He might even be able to see them. He'd never seen a girl's breasts, except in pictures some of the boys had passed around. Being wizardly pictures, they had been realistic; they moved and jiggled, but they hadn't been real. One couldn't touch the flesh they represented.

His erection pressed against his jeans. He knew he shouldn't be thinking what he was, but he couldn't help himself. He thought about the softness of her breasts. He'd felt them crushed against his chest -- through their clothes -- when they'd kissed, wondering how they'd feel against his bare skin. Would she let him kiss them?

It was too much for him. Stopping at a bathroom, he went into a stall, dropped his pants, and masturbated, shooting his come onto the walls of the stall, glad no one else was there. He couldn't stop himself from moaning when he came. Luckily, he knew a spell to clean up the mess.-- one all the boys used. He'd learned it shortly after passing puberty. Wizards, too, were boys; and all boys masturbate. It's just easier for wizards to clean up the evidence.

Back in the hall, it wasn't long before he had another erection. He was still thinking about Ginny. Would she let him bof her, if he asked? Like all boys, he'd wondered what it was like to bof a girl -- and Ginny's invitation seemed to offer the possibility. But, this wasn't just any girl. Besides being Ron's sister, she was the girl he loved. Since he loved her, did that make it all right -- or did it mean that they should wait until they were married?

Pregnancy wouldn't be a problem. All girls at Hogwarts knew spells which would prevent pregnancy. But how could he face Ron, if he boffed his sister -- or Mr. and Mrs. Weasley? Harry hated to lie. Oh, he lied occasionally, especially to people like Snape and sometimes to other teachers -- who didn't -- but he hated to lie to a friend. How would it affect his friendship with Ron, if he had boffed his sister?

Harry mentally kicked himself. Ginny had said nothing about letting him bof her -- and he knew he'd never have the courage to ask. He was wasting his time and energy thinking about it. He'd probably die a virgin. He'd be protected by Dumbledore's spell while he was at the Dursley's, but that was only until he was seventeen at the end of the summer. He doubted he ever see his eighteenth birthday.

After finding Hermione in the library, he learned that the Weasleys were probably in the hospital wing with Bill, where they'd been spending much of their time trying to cheer him up. Although Fleur didn't seem put off by his disfigurement, he was. He'd seen himself in a mirror. He didn't understand how a beautiful woman like Fleur could love the ghastly apparition that looked back at him. He was talking about canceling the wedding.

"And Harry," said Hermione, trying not to cry. "they're canceling the school term and closing Hogwarts. It won't open again until Voldemort is dead. Most of the students have already gone anyway."

That may never be, thought Harry. With Dumbledore dead, he'd lost most of the confidence he's had that he could deal with Voldemort, and who else was there? Not the Ministry of Magic, that was for sure. They'd accomplished nothing. The Death Eaters murdered right under their noses. And -- unless they found and destroyed Voldemort's horcruxes -- he couldn't be killed, anyway.

And, the horcruxes themselves were dangerous. Touching one had had withered Dumbledore's hand, and drinking the potion to get at the other had all but killed him. They called Harry "The Chosen One," but how could he hope to best Voldemort? Hell, he hadn't even been able to stop Snape. And to fight Voldemort, he would also have to fight the Death Eaters -- and Snape.

Before, he'd thought he had a chance; but Dumbledore had been alive then. He realized now how much he had depended on him. If Dumbledore's phoenix hadn't come to his aid, he would never had been able to save Ginny. Without Dumbledore, both of them would have been killed.

Although he wanted to see Ginny, he wasn't yet ready to face the rest of the Weasleys. He was afraid they'd see through him and know what he'd been thinking about Ginny. He could imagine Mrs. Weasley turning to her husband and saying, "Arthur, Harry wants to bof Ginny."

He was even afraid Hermione would know what he was thinking, but she seemed more concerned with the closing of Hogwarts. "Oh, Harry," she had said, "I knew I probably wouldn't be coming back next year -- that we'd probably be out fighting Voldemort -- but I did want to finish this term."

Harry remained in the library, leafing through a book, as if he were reading it; but he couldn't have told what the book was about. He was still thinking about Ginny. Finally, dinner time arrived. He and Hermione closed their books and walked to the dining hall.

The ceiling of the dining hall, representative of the sky outside, was full of mist. It seemed that the Death Eater's mist had even come to Hogwarts. Possibly, only Dumbledore had kept it away before. The hall was almost deserted. The Weasleys sat at a table by themselves. "Well, about time, mate," said Ron. "I thought you were going to sleep all day and night." He hadn't been back to Griffindor Tower.

Harry was almost afraid to speak to Ginny. He was still afraid everyone would know what he'd been thinking, but giving her a sidewise glance, he said, "Hello, Ginny."

Hermione took the seat Ron had saved for her, and Harry sat down between Hermione and Ginny. After a moment he felt her hand on his leg. A little higher, and she would have felt his erection. Quickly, he placed his hand in hers. They ate their meal that way, awkwardly eating with one hand. He was certain Mr. and Mrs. Weasley noticed, but they didn't say anything.

"Harry, I guess you've heard that Hogwarts is closing," said Mr. Weasley.

"Yes," he answered, "Hermione told me."

"We'll be staying until Bill is well enough to travel, then we'll be going home. We'd like for you to come with us."

At the Weasleys? Staying in the same house as Ginny? But, what was he thinking? How could he be alone with Ginny in the Weasley's house with all the Weasleys about? Still he would be near her -- for a while. He still had to spend the summer at the Dursley's. He'd promised Dumbledore.

When Harry hesitated, Arthur Weasley added, "You have to come for Bill's wedding, anyway."

"Is he still getting married? I thought -- Hermione said he'd changed his mind."

"Fleur wouldn't let him change his mind," said Mrs. Weasley. She insists that they'll be married on schedule; and Bill has never been able to tell her no."

They all sat around the table talking after dinner. Professor McGonagall stopped at their table. "Potter," she said. "I want to see you before you leave Hogwarts."

Harry knew she wanted him to tell her what he and Dumbledore had been up to, but he'd promised Dumbledore he wouldn't tell anyone -- except for Ron and Herimone. He hadn't even told Ginny about the Horcruxes.

Harry had asked her about Hagrid, whether he was staying at Hogwarts and was told that he and Filch would be remaining on the grounds to watch over the place. Harry wanted to go see Hagrid, but McGonagall forbid it, saying, "No one -- and that means you, too, Potter -- is allowed outside of the castle at night. You'll see him before you leave."

The Weasleys walked the four friends back to Griffindor Tower, saying, "Goodbye," to them only after they'd stepped through the entrance behind the Fat Lady's portrait. Before they did, Mr. Weasley said to Harry, "Ron told me you were out wandering the halls last night."

Harry shot Ron a look that said, "You've got a big mouth."

Mr. Weasley continued. "That's not safe, Harry. I'm putting a spell on the door so it cant' be opened until the morning."

Harry felt despair. Even if Ginny met him in the common room, what could they do? He'd hoped to take her to an empty classroom, or somewhere else where they could be alone. How could they do anything in the common room with Ron and Hermione in their adjoining rooms? He would feel guilty at being caught alone with her, much less doing anything -- doing what he'd been thinking about all day.

They sat around in the common room talking for awhile, then Ginny said, "I'm tired. I'm going to bed. You lot should go to bed, too. It's been a long day. You look tired.."

Ron said, "Harry's not tired. At least he shouldn't be. He slept all day."

Harry faked a yawn. "I'm tired. I'm going to bed, too."

"Walk me to my stairs, Harry," Ginny said.

"What's the matter?" said Ron, "can't you find the way?"

Taking Harry's hand and leading him toward the stairs to her room, Ginny ignored Ron. When they arrived at the stairs, she stepped up on one so she could look Harry straight in the eyes, then, taking his face in her hands, kissed him, a gentle, less passionate kiss than the earlier one, but one that promised more. Again, she whispered, "In the common room -- after everyone is asleep." Then, turning, she walked up the stairs, saying back over her shoulder to Ron and Hermione, "Don't you lot stay up all night snogging."

Over Ron's protests, Hermione said that she'd be right up. Harry walked to his room, climbing quickly into bed, with his jeans still on, and pulled the covers up to his chin. After a few moments Ron came in. He wanted to talk, but Harry told him he was really tired, that he hadn't really slept all that much during the day. Turning over in bed so he faced the wall, he pretended to be asleep. After a while, he heard Ron's soft snores.

He waited a while longer, then climbed out of bed, and taking care not to wake Ron, walked down to the common room. Ginny wasn't there. An hour passed. She still hadn't come. Harry was about to give up and go back to bed when he saw her at the top of her stairs. She was wearing her pajamas.

"I thought Hermione would never shut up and go to sleep," she said after kissing him.

"I - I thought you weren't coming. I was about ready to go back to bed."

"If you had, I would have come in after you," said Ginny. "Why are you still dressed?"

"I climbed into bed with my clothes on. I didn't take time to change into my pajamas."

"No," she said, pulling up Harry's t-shirt, "why are you still dressed?" He lifted his arms and let her pull it off. It hung up briefly on his head, but then pulled free. She tossed it onto a chair, then ran her hands over his chest. "I like the feel of you," she said.

When she started unbuckling his belt, he said, "What if Ron or Hermione should wake up? They would see us." He no longer thought about whether it was right for him to bof her. Right or wrong was beyond his consideration. At that point, he would have done it in his own bed, next to her sleeping brother, but, still, he would rather not be caught.

His belt was undone, but she hadn't unbuttoned his pants. Reaching around him, she pulled his wand from his back pocket, waved it and said, "Concealimerius."

One of the walls of the room seemed to move toward them, shrinking the size of the room. "Come on," she said, leading him by the hand toward the wall. Instead of stopping when she arrived at the wall, she stepped through it as if it weren't there; and it wasn't. It was an illusion. The real wall, along with a large couch against it was where it had always been.

Leading him to the couch, she bade him lie down. Then, kneeling beside him, she kissed his nipples, first one then the other, while, with a free hand, unbuttoned his pants. He felt her hand brush his erection through his underwear. He wanted her to grab it -- although, if she had, he would have probably ejaculated. He almost did at her touch. Maybe she wouldn't like his penis. Maybe it was too large or -- more likely -- too small.

She stood. Looked down at him -- licked her lips briefly, then grabbed his pants, pulling them down. He lifted his arse to make it easier for her. Soon, all he wore was his underwear. His erection, poking at them, formed a small tent. "Now, let's see what it looks like," she said, grabbing hold of the band of his shorts, pulling them down.

His pickle, first catching on the band, popped free. Ginny pulled his shorts over his feet. He was naked. She was still dressed in her pajamas. He reached for her. "No," she said. "I want to look first."

Harry glanced down at himself. His pecker, throbbing, was leaking moisture from the end. Sticky, it extended from his pickle to his abdomen, pooling in his black, curly, pubic hair. "Nice," said Ginny. "I like it." Leaning over, she kissed it. Harry came immediately, spurting his come into her red hair and onto his stomach.

"Oh," said Ginny, with a look of disappointment on her face. "That was too quick. You can do it again, can't you.."

Unable to talk, Harry just nodded. When he could talk, he said, "My willie will be hard again in a moment." Actually, it was already becoming hard.

"Good," said Ginny. "I would hate to think that we wasted it.? Bending over, she stuck her tongue into the come pooled on his stomach. "It's a little salty," she said. "Tastes a little weird, but not bad. Now, it's my turn," she added, unbuttoning her pajama top.

Nothing could have made Harry tear his eyes away. He watched as Ginny unbuttoned her pajama top, starting with the top button. When she had finished, he could see skin from her neck down to her navel, but couldn't yet see her breasts. Then she pulled off her top, revealing them. They weren't as big as the ones on the women in the pictures -- those had been huge -- but Harry thought they were perfect.

Next, she slipped off her bottoms. The hair between her legs was as red as that on her head. He could see the outline of her vagina beneath it. Holding out his arms, he implored her to come to him. His penis was as erect as it had ever been. "Good," she said, noticing. "I was afraid I'd broken it."

She lay on top of him, obviously not minding the mess he'd made, and scooting up, kissed him. It was a kiss like the one earlier that day. Harry lost himself in it, while, on its own, his penis sought out her vagina. Feeling the head of it enter, he thrust with his hips. He felt a resistance; heard Ginny gasp; then he was inside her -- completely inside her.

She began grinding her vagina into his pelvic bone, stimulating her clitoris. Then pulled away, sliding his penis out until just the head was inside her, then pounded into him again so that he was fully inside her. Harry felt his climax approach. "I'm coming," he shouted. As he did, he heard Ginny make strange panting sounds, then she said, "Oh -- oh -- oh," over and over again.

She collapsed onto him. It was as if she were dead, except that Harry could feel her breathe -- could even feel her heart pounding in her chest. At least he thought he could. His own pounding heart almost drowned it out.

They lay there for the longest time, neither saying anything. Then, raising up, Ginny looked into Harry's face. Her hair, fallen forward, almost hid her face. "Whew," she said. "I didn't know it would be that good. I didn't know anything could be that good. Want to do it again?" she said smiling.

When Harry nodded, she said, "You on top, this time. I want to do it every way possible. I saw all these positions in a book in the library -- although I had to go into the forbidden section to find the book. How many times can you do it?"

Already hard, Harry said, "I think I have a few more left in me."

And he did. They tried every position Ginny could remember, until -- at last -- Harry could do it no more. Even a sixteen year-old wizard has his limits.

It was almost morning. They would have to return to their beds soon. Ron and Hermione would soon be awakening. Ginny lay next to Harry with her head nestled under his chin. He was stroking her hair. "Was I as good as Romilda Vane? Ginny asked.

Romilda? I never did it with Romilda." said Harry.

"Are you sure?"

"I guess I should know." He hesitated then said, "You were my first. I've never made love to another girl."

"That twit!" said Ginny. "She told everyone that you were boffing her. I was so mad that I almost let Dean do me."

"But you didn't? You didn't let Dean?."

"No, Harry," she said, raising up so she could look at him, "You were my first, too. I'm glad I didn't let Dean do it. You're the only boy I've ever loved." She kissed him.

"I love you, too, Ginny. You're the only girl I ever loved, too."

"What took you so long? We could have been doing this all along.?

"I -- I don't know. I didn't even really start thinking about girls until this year, and you were Ron's sister. I was even afraid to kiss you. I was afraid it'd make him mad. He was always putting down your boy friends."

"Oh, bugger Ron. He's just my brother. He has no say over what I do. It's none of his business."

"But he's my mate -- my best friend. What he thinks is important to me. I mean -- even now I don't know how I'm going to face him. I just boffed his little sister. What if he found out?"

"Maybe I'll tell him -- then tell him it's none of his business."

"No! Don't do that. I don't want to lose a friend."

"Don't you think he'd do Hermione, if she'd let him? He's so hot to get into her that he can't think straight. He boffed Lavender, did you know that?"

"No, he never told me."

"Well, Lavender said they were doing it, and I don't think she was lying like Romilda. And I think that's why he's so hot to do it with Hermione..." she hesitated and smiled, while reaching down to grab his pecker, "because he knows how good it is." As she rubbed his penis, it became hard -- not as hard as before, but hard. "Think you could do it one more time? she asked.

Harry managed to do it one more time. He was sore. He felt as if he'd been rubbed raw, but it was still good.

He used the same spell he'd used in the bathroom to clean up the mess they'd made. Ginny restored the wall to its proper place, then they took a shower together. There was a faint light in the Eastern sky by the time Harry crawled into his bed. They'd spent all night making love.

(to be continued)