Harry Potter Promise NR.6 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.6

... examining his hand as he forced himself not to flinch. "I really don't think you've gotten the message yet, Mr. Potter. I will see you again tomorrow night." Harry didn't reply, just nodded shortly and turned around, exiting the room as quickly as possible, barely stopping long enough to grab his book bag. As he had expected, Ginny was waiting for him in the Common Room. It was just passed midnight, and the rest of their friends were no doubt already in bed. Harry took note of the expression on Ginny's face, and knew he would have to tread carefully. "Ginny..." he trailed off, taking a seat next to her. Ginny didn't reply. By the light of the flickering fire in front of them, he could see many emotions in her troubled eyes. After almost a full minute of silence, Harry tried again. "Ginny, I'm sorry." That caused a reaction. Ginny shuddered slightly, and turned to look at Harry. Her gaze was so pained, it caused him to cringe. "Harry, don't. Don't apologize for that, that woman. But you need to tell Professor McGonagall. And Sirius. And Madam Bones. Umbridge can't be allowed to get away with this!" Harry shook his head slightly. "Ginny, please," his voice was strained. "Aunt Minerva told me to keep my head down. It's just one week, ...

... and then I'll be done with it." Ginny stared at him for a few moments, her eyes searching. "Let me see your hand," she demanded, holding out her own in expectation. Harry didn't want to, but he obliged her. Ginny ran a finger gently over the reddened skin. Through her emotions, he could feel her anger, her worry, her pain, all for him. He didn't want her to hurt. He pulled his hand out of her grasp, and leaned forward, giving her a gentle hug. They stayed like that for a while longer, before Harry pulled back. He took a look at her beautiful face, tears running down her cheeks, and carefully wiped them away. "I'll be all right, Gin," he whispered, pressing his lips gently to one tearstained cheek, and then the other. The salty taste lingered on his lips as he pulled back. Ginny shook her head, new tears forming in her eyes. "Harry, what she's doing is illegal. You have to go to McGonagall." "No, Ginny." Harry's voice was lined with steel. "I won't give her the satisfaction." Ginny knew that that was the end of the discussion for that night, but she wouldn't give up. As every member of her family could attest to, she was quite a stubborn girl. Both teenagers went up to bed soon after, feeling completely mentally and physically exhausted.