Harry Potter NR.1 - Sex Stories

Harry Potter NR.1

... and clothes in drawers. She then went into the bathroom to freshen up. Her attention was immediately captured by the large mirror on the side wall, specifically her own reflection. She was thin, almost to the point of being sick. Her collar bone and her cheeks stuck out sharply as if everything underneath were hollow. The heavy bags beneath her eyes were dark like bruises and her skin was paper-like and dry. She brought a hand up to her face, needing to touch it to believe it was really her. Gone were the cheerful plump lips and round breasts. The muscle she had gained in Quidditch practices and in fighting Death Eaters had withered away. Her clothes hung on her like bed sheets. She reached the hem of her shirt and pulled it up, revealing her stomach. Everything was mostly healed but the map of her time spent at Lestrange Manor was clearly drawn over her skin. She took a reassuring breath before pulling off her shirt entirely and studying herself. She could remember when almost every scar was made. The one travelling down her arm was the first one. Another around her chest peeking out from under her bra for when she would not tell Bellatrix who had told her the prophecy. And so, so many more. Suddenly, the bathroom door opened and Regulus bumped into her since the room was so tiny. "Oh Gin, sor-" He stopped. He'd been about to close his eyes, turn away, and leave but he froze and shamelessly looked at her body, awestruck. With both hands he reached toward her hips and turned ...

... her to face him. She tensed under his scrutiny but his touch felt calming. Silently, he traced with his fingers the most prevalent of scars up to her waist, then to her arms and collarbone, expertly avoiding her chest. He held her face in his hands and she hung her arms from his wrists. Tears sprung to his eyes though words evaded him. "It's not your fault," she told him and he huffed, shaking his head. "It isn't." "I let you go with him instead. I was supposed to go with you," he said. "It is my fault. I chose to have Remus come with me instead." "But-" "Please don't make me feel worse by blaming yourself. I'm alive and I'm here with you and that is what is important." He nodded and pulled her to his chest, wrapping his warm arms around her. He was comfortable to her. She felt she could be wrapped up there in his arms forever. "Do you need anything?" "No. I have everything I need right here." The darkness of Ginny's last few months took a very sharp upturn for the better. The next few days were slow and simple. Everyone made sure that Ginny was left with entirely no responsibilities and she was fine to accept the attention. She Flooed to Potter Cottage every morning and spent all day with Lily and Harry. Though James, Sirius, and Regulus were in and out throughout the day, they often came to check up on her. They were reluctant to give her any updates on Death Eaters or fill her in on any Order business, and for the present she was content to be ignorant of it all. For the ...