Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... to wander back in a bad direction. He felt like he was always getting angry with her, being frustrated that she wouldn't say what was on her mind. She went from being distanced and closed to being able to say nearly anything to him and was now reverting back to how she used to be when she'd first shown up in this decade. He wanted to know how much of her thoughts were consumed by the idea of Harry. Did the possibility of seeing the infant make her reminisce about her relationship with the man? Did she miss him? Was she comparing her relationship with Remus to her relationship with Harry? Had he been a better kisser? He had been braver? Of course he knew the answer to that. It always came up in his mind, over and over when he thought about it. Sure, Remus fought giants with her on a daily basis. But he'd never done anything so outwardly courageous as Harry had done. Harry had slayed a dragon. Harry was a Quidditch player. Harry could produce a patronus when was only 13. He'd won the Triwizard Tournament, had fought Voldemort, had killed a basilisk. Harry had even saved Ginny's life, single-handedly, when he was merely twelve years old. Remus had simply been her teacher, years ago, for a short while, in a different life. There was no reverence in that. Weeks passed. The extent of their intimacy had been limited to tending to one another's many wounds procured from fighting giants. Alone, the two of them had killed three dozen giants. Entire tribes were being wiped out. Muggles ...

... were killed, even people from the Ministry were killed. Remus knew he and Ginny were lucky. But for the many scars they were gathering they managed to scrape through every battle with their lives. More than anything, he was simply glad that Ginny was there with him. One evening in the tent given to them by the Ministry, Remus was rubbing a coolant on burns she'd gotten all along her leg. He had twice as many brutal scars than she ever would but the burn she had hurt him physically to look at it. "I love you," he said to her. She looked up at him and smiled, wincing at little at the sting. "I love you too," she told him. A large part of him soared, as it always did. But for a while a twinge of uncertainty disrupted his happiness. Did she really love him? Or did she love him because of the circumstances they were in? Did she love him more than she'd loved Harry? A once soft curiosity about Ginny's relationship with Harry Potter grew into an intense jealousy over the months they'd spent fighting giants and Remus couldn't shake it. He was both envious of Harry, a boy he'd only heard stories of, and was insecure around Ginny because he didn't meet those expectations. Ginny thought rarely of anything but how to get Snape to reveal the prophecy once he heard it. For a while, she hated herself for not having thought ahead and getting herself into this predicament. She fought giants to get her mind away from the disappointment but she knew soon she'd have to face it. The idea had come ...