As he stood there crying softly, Ginny had slowly and quietly walked up behind him. He felt her before she put a hand on his arm, turning him around. He looked into her eyes and saw the tears falling down her face. His heart was breaking knowing that he was already hurting her, but it was the only way to guarantee her safety.
She slowly stretched up and kissed him very softly and gently on the lips. When she pulled away, she saw his eyes were bright, but he had a determined look on his face, she knew she hasn't gotten through to him yet, but she had to keep trying. I sensed you here, that was how I was able to find you and come into the room. The love I have for you is so strong that I knew you would come back to me eventually, if I was patient. I was hurting not knowing everything, or where you were but I knew you would come back to me. Please Harry, now you here, let's just sit and talk, even if you don't want to talk, we can just sit and let me hold you.
Let me love you Harry. Harry was staring into Ginny's chocolate brown eyes seeing all the love she had for him.
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She loved him, just as much as he loved her. He put his hand on her face and ran his thumb across her lips. Her lips parted at his touch and he felt his heart race. He slowly lowered his hand to her neck, he was watching his hand as it lightly caressed her throat, and he kept watching his hand as if it had a mind of its own. His hand ever so slowly kept caressing her throat then it moved further down, with the back of his hand he very gently moved it between her breasts.
Then his hand slowly, ever so slowly and gently touched her breast. He heard Ginny's intake of breath at his touch. He looked up into her eyes and saw she looked shocked. He brought his other hand up and touch her other breast, gently caressing them, running his thumbs over her nipples. After a minute he brought his hands up and cradled her face and he took the last step left between them and lowered his head and kissed her fiercely, passionately. He let go of her face and wrapped his arms around her tightly kissing her, loving her, and he didn't want to stop. Ginny stood there, at first shocked that Harry had touched her breasts and then the look in his eyes when he look at her and put his hands on each side of her face.
The look was wanting, fierce, then he kissed her, a savage kiss. She had never been kissed like this before from Harry, he was always gentle. He was acting like a drowning man, fighting for life, fighting himself as he was drowning in her kisses. She grabbed him as she kissed him back, never wanting to let him go. She felt his hands roam over her body, down her back until he grabbed her backside and pulled her tightly against him. She could feel his need, his longing, when she felt his arousal growing, she gasped and pulled back from the kiss, looking up into his eyes, searching for the meaning of his actions, it was lust, pure and simple.
It shocked her, the look on his face was not like the Harry she knew, there was anger, need, and torment there. She knew she needed to get herself and him back under control. She looked up into his eyes, looking as calmly as she could, though she was anything but calm. You need rest, you need Madame Pomfrey to look at you.
Your hurt and you need to take the time to heal, not just your wounds but your heart and mind as well. I will stay with if you want me to and then you are coming home with us, back to the Burrow, where you can rest. Harry looked at her hearing her words and the panic started to take over him.
No, he thought to himself, he's not going there, he was going away, to stay away from everyone so they wouldn't get hurt again. But as he looked into Ginny's beautiful eyes and saw the love there, he felt his resolve softening, he wanted to be with her, he wanted her with him forever, but he also wanted to run. He grabbed her hand and led her to the sofa, he needed her, and he needed her now. He couldn't understand what these feelings were but he knew he had to have her.
As Harry sat down he pulled Ginny down on his lap, making her straddle him. He grabbed her fiercely and started kissing her again. He couldn't stop, his hands were all over her, they reached down and started to undo the buttons of her top, she grabbed his hands to try and stop him. She pulled her mouth away to protest, but Harry pulled her head back to him and he continued kissing her, his other hand still at the buttons of her top. Ginny was starting to struggle, trying to push his hand away. All of a sudden a loud angry snarl erupted from Harry and he pulled at her top roughly tearing it open, then did the same to her bra.
He pulled away from kissing her and as Ginny tried to cover herself, Harry grabbed her hands and pulled them behind her back and flipped her over onto her back and lay down on top of her but she kept struggling under him. He stared at her exposed breasts as his mouth slowly made their way to one of them.
He didn't seem to have even heard her.
If she could just get my hands free, she thought. Just as she thought this, Harry muttered something and she felt her hands get tied and she couldn't move them. Harry brought his hand out from behind Ginny knowing he didn't need to hold her hands anymore, they were bound. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but he couldn't stop. Something inside of him was so angry and determined to have her. He could hear her begging for him to stop but the words had no meaning.
He looked down at her exposed breasts again lowered his mouth. She was so soft and sweet he couldn't get enough of her, he needed her. He sat up straddling her as he used his wand so her ripped top and bra flew off of her. He then started to undo her jeans. He looked up at her and saw she was crying but he still couldn't stop. He pulled his jumper over his head and then his shirt and threw them to the floor. He heard Ginny gasp, she was looking at his chest. He looked down and saw a bloody gaping wound on his chest.
He ignored it, and looked back up, then stood for a few minutes and stripping off the rest of his clothes along with his shoes. As Ginny was staring at the wound on his chest, she felt scared, there was so much blood and thought he must be hurting.
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She lifted her eyes and stared at Harry, she had to try to get through to him, so she spoke very softly and lovingly. Ginny was starting to panic, she couldn't let him do this, he would hate himself and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself, and she didn't know if she could forgive him if he went through with this. She knew there was something wrong, she just had to get free and try to get through to him. Please Harry, hear me, listen to me. You are good and brave and you have people who love you.
Please Harry, don't do this.
Get the help you need, then when the time comes we can be together. But not like this. Please, please Harry, stop. Harry had finished taking all his clothes off and was looking back down at Ginny as she was talking. He didn't understand the words she was saying. All he heard was the thumping of his heart and the ache in his chest. He needed her now and he slowly reached down and pulled Ginny's shoes and jeans off, she only had her knickers left on, she was so beautiful. He was looking at her and he could feel his arousal pulsing, he had to have her now.
As he was standing there completely naked, he looked at her eyes and saw she was looking at He's body. He couldn't read the expression she had on her face, but there was a small look of fire in her eyes. He reached down and ripped her knickers off of her and tossed them aside. He knew he could lose her forever if he didn't stop, but something inside of him wouldn't let him stop, like there was something controlling him. To batter or buffet. Used of the wind or storms: The wind harried the trees. Switch to new thesaurus. African , be on your back slang , get in your hair informal He would exploit and harry his workers.
To disturb by repeated attacks: To trouble persistently from or as if from all sides: To make a surprise attack on: Daniel stared at the man and held his breath. He'd heard the story before but only as a little boy and it still made him feel fear. A wand does not work nor even Roma magic. I'd been tracking him for about six months and found his lair in the black holes that have over centuries become labyrinths.
What I wasn't aware of at the time was that he had enticed me there; had purposefully allowed me to find him. People groaned in the circle. The Roma were particularly afraid of vampires and so the tale was making everyone shiver with fear and excitement. They were now ready to hear the climax of the tale. Daniel's father was a good storyteller, he drew the ending out, describing his moments of terror and desperation as he cornered the vampire and then found to his dismay, it was he that was cornered.
I had used a mirror and reflected a beam of sunlight on his face. He was quite a handsome creature at the time, but the light burned a scar across his left cheek, burned his eye and ended in his hairline. It was white and ugly, particularly his eye, with its' milky pupil. For that he hated me, because I ruined his beauty and therefore his ability to entice strangers so that he could feed on them. Up the stairs, through hallways until we reached the very top of the castle on the battlements.
The wind was blowing hard and he forced me onto a rampart. We were hundreds of feet above the ground.
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As Daniel listened he thought about his earlier meeting the day before with his godfather Severus, who was now laying with his feet extended towards the fire as if napping. Daniel had gone to him to ask a question. Snape appeared to be studying some of the plants lining the bank. Daniel smiled and reached out his hand to shake Snape's. The man's eyebrows arched and his frowned.
Daniel contemplated him with a serious look and then grinned. He leaned in and hugged his godfather around the chest and said, "I will do this one last time before I am considered too old to hug you any longer.
But you must not tell anyone. The face had softened and the black eyes that stared down at him were full of warmth. He found it hard to believe.
He also found it hard to believe that the man had been what the wizards and witches called a Death Eater to the Dark Lord, Voldemort. When he looked into his face and Severus looked back, all Daniel could see was a man who loved him.
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A man who had given him the love that he had missed from his own father. But you will always be able to find it in my heart. They stood staring at one another gravely and Daniel broke the silence. Snape looked at him with some skepticism. It was not the custom of the Roma to ask questions: He tried to remain light-hearted, "and that would be, what?
To find out what I have for you for your birthday present? Only the non-gypsy people he knew, the ones the Roma called Gadjo, ever gave him gifts. Snape withdrew his wand and with a slight tap and swish he produced a package of irregular length and tied with string. Daniel hurriedly tore the wrapping off and screamed in joy. It was a broom, a Quidditch national playing broom called the Silver Smoker. He marveled at the ebony handle and the white broom-straw tail intricately hand-woven with the finest of unicorn hairs that shimmered iridescently.
Daniel wanted to take it for a test run but held back his enthusiasm. He wanted to ask the question he had come to ask. He received a small smile in return. Daniel often wondered at his godfather's own talents for understanding others. He sat beside him and thought for a moment. I thought…I thought you might know. Snape stared off across the grassy embankment, his face turned away. You must wait until he is ready. Daniel knew that he would hear those words and still, disappointed, he moved to leave his godfather's side.
He had a faraway look in his eyes and Daniel say something he had not seen in the face, a great sadness. These are things that should remain left untold, perhaps forever. Some are easy to identify and many not; many walk in your footsteps everyday and look…normal. It was unsettling coming from such a strong man. Snape continued, "But they are not normal; far from it. They are cold and deathlike, evil and insane. He was mesmerized by the look on his godfather's face. He may almost feel he has become untouchable, unworthy of acceptance back into this world.
His heart is hardened to the world. He can become accustomed to seeing the terrible; his ears, hearing the horrible and his mind knowing the unbelievable. He may have to act in ways that are against his nature, against all nature…and yet he will do what needs to be done and loath himself for doing it in spite of himself. Daniel rose and watched as his godfather walked away. He took his new broom for a glorious ride over the camp and yet the words remained fixed in his mind and cast a shadow over his spirit. It wasn't until he sat around the campfire listening to his father describing the vampire Kaldensky and sat looking into his face that Daniel thought of Severus' words.
The handsome face of his father, glistening with drops of perspiration, as he animatedly told the story caused him to recall his question to his godfather and the answer.
Kaldensky hugged me to him in an attempt to sink his fangs into my neck and I was struggling to loosen his grip. Suddenly, I knew he was ready, and I gave one last yank to free myself. I was free, but falling. I was hundreds of feet up, in the darkness and falling, not knowing what I was going to land on.
I could hear him laughing and calling after me, 'until we meet again Harry Potter! It was water and I went down deep, deep, deep into the moat of the castle.