Harry Potter Promise NR.4 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter Promise NR.4

... they would all get together to talk tomorrow. The other four quickly fell asleep, but Harry couldn't. His mind was too overloaded, so he just lay there, thinking, until one o'clock, when he quietly got up and headed down to the common room. Ginny was waiting for him, as arranged. She wasted no time in jumping up to give him a big hug, clinging to him as if he might vanish at any moment. Harry carefully led her to the sofa nearest to the dying fireplace, and waited until she was calm enough to let go. "Oh, Harry, I'm so scared for you. What did the professors say?" Harry grimaced. "Well, the visiting professors are furious, they seemed to think we were trying to cheat. Snape of course didn't believe me, blaming it on my arrogance." Ginny growled. "Dumbledore didn't really say much, but I got the impression he's trying not to appear too partial to any side. Aunt Minerva was definitely defending me, you should have seen her shut Snape up! And Moody thinks that someone entered my name to try and get me killed." Ginny gasped, but she stifled her reaction quickly. She reached for his hand and held on tightly. "Harry…" Harry quieted her by resting one finger on her lips. His eyes were kind, and there was a slight smile as he reassured her. "Gin, when have you ever known me to give up? We'll keep practicing. With you and Hermione watching my back, how could I lose?" Ginny smiled, but she didn't try to speak. Harry lowered his hand, and she leaned into him, pulling her feet up onto ...

... the sofa and curling them underneath her as she snuggled into his side. Harry for his part just lifted his arm to give her space, and then lowered it across her back. He began rubbing small circles subconsciously, and Ginny let out a sigh of satisfaction. For a few moments, they just sat there contentedly, before Ginny spoke up. "Harry?" Harry let out a questioning sound, indicating that he was listening. Ginny paused, unsure how to continue, but she forced herself to speak. "Did you really mean what you said to my brothers this summer?" Harry shifted so that he could look at her, as he thought back to that conversation he had had in the sitting room of the Burrow the day before the Quidditch World Cup. Ginny's worried brown eyes stared back. He smiled. "I can't really explain why, Gin, but somehow, you and I, we just fit. I know we're young, but why does it feel so right to be with you? Why do you fit so perfectly in my arms?" Ginny blushed, but she couldn't help but smile. "So what happens now?" she asked. Harry lifted one shoulder in a half shrug. "I'm not really sure," he admitted. "This tournament's going to put a big spotlight on me. Are you sure you want to be a part of that?" Ginny sat up sharply. "Harry James Potter," she growled, "If you think I would ever abandon you, just because of a little extra attention –" she began, but was cut off quickly by a rather surprising source. Harry's mouth closed on hers, and suddenly, she couldn't really think. Her lips molded to ...