Ever since the night of the full moon things have been different between Ginny and I. While not as bad as when the initial assault occurred, Ginny is skittish now. It was a few days before she was ready to allow her brothers to come by and visit again. She’s also started sleeping in a full set of pyjamas, instead of just one of my shirts and a pair of knickers. For my own part I feel like a letch. I want my wife in every way. I’m at constant war with myself. I want her so badly, but I also know that until she initiates things, until she is ready for me be with her again I can do nothing, but wait.





As a result of her distance and my difficulties with not wanting to just crush her to me, I’ve been spending most of my free time using one of the charity front groups I operate to organize and set up a refugee camp here in Hogsmeade. The random attacks, along with the focused attacks on the full moon, have displaced a large number of half-blood and muggle-born wizarding families. They are afraid to return to their isolated homes. After discussing things with Moody, Remus, and McGonagall, it was decided that a camp could be set up here. They would have protection in numbers and it would make it easier for the Order to look after them.


It is in this aspect that I find myself at the kitchen table mulling over the details to purchase food and medicines for the refugees. I also need to approach Ginny about her and Bill placing what wards they can around the camp. I know that area wards aren’t nearly as powerful as those that can be placed on structures, but anything she and Bill can do, would slow down any intruder’s attempt to harm them.


Earlier in the evening Ginny announced she and Tina would spend the evening painting. I look forward to receiving the latest masterpiece my angel will produce for me. The last three are currently hung in the entrance hall of the house.


I hear footsteps coming into the kitchen and turn to find Ginny watching me nervously. "I… I was wondering if you were coming up to bed soon. I just put Tina in her bed."


"You did?" I ask, surprised. "Why didn't I hear-"


"She fell asleep while we were painting," Ginny explains. "So I just carried her up."


Am I ready to go to bed? Not exactly… sleeping next to Ginny and not being able to touch her is torture, and I could work until I am exhausted. "Sure," I answer despite myself as I follow her up the stairs.


After we've reached our room, she turns to me nervously and I watch her twisting her hands together. "I'm-"


"What is it?" I ask, fearing that something has happened.


"I…" but she doesn't finish her sentence. Instead she grabs the hem of her t-shirt and pulls it off in one fluid movement.


She's not wearing a bra… Oh sweet Merlin!


I stand there frozen drinking in her form. Every fibre of my being is drawn to her.


She pulls a clasp to the skirt she is wearing and it puddles around her on the floor. She’s wearing nothing at all! She looks down at her feet and pulls her arms tight around her.


“Ginny?” My heart is thudding in my chest and I can feel my body react to her as I begin breaking out in a sweat. I lick my lips. “Ginny? What do you want?”


She looks up shyly and then back down at her feet. "I… want you."


I’m gaping like a fish. “Are you certain?”


She nods once, not looking up at me. "If... that is, if you want to."


I quickly shuck my shirt. I drop my trousers and pants and trip over them when they hang on my shoes. I look up from the floor to see Ginny gawking with a look of surprise on her face.


“Erm… right… can you help me luv?”


She bites at her lip and kneels to unlace my shoes. "So I take it that you don't mind?" she doesn't look at me while she asks.


I shudder as I watch her worry her lip. “Umm… no… I don’t mind at all.” I feel my face flush as I’m positive my voice is on octave higher than normal.

Ginny crawls over me until she's looking down into my face. She bends and kisses me gently. "I'm sorry that I've been so distant. Tonight I just feel... a bit different."


It’s the best kind of different. She pauses and starts rising. I begin to follow, but she plops right down on my lap. I groan and pull her to me relishing in the feel of her heated skin next to mine.


I tentatively caress her lips, before I begin working my way down her jaw line. She tilts her head to give me easier access and to flip her hair. My mouth settles in the tender area where her shoulder and neck meet and she lets out a satisfied moan at my nips. My continued ministrations send shudders and shocks through her. She writhes upon me causing the flame within to burn higher.


Oh Merlin, I’ve missed her. Suddenly everything else goes away. Lucius Malfoy, the war, Inferi that can cast spells, the death of friends and family, all of it fades away and I’m lost in the magic that is my wife.

We continue kissing and caressing and the passion between us rises like a flame. I can feel my magic swirling through me as if it too wants to burst out and embrace her. She clings tightly to me with her arms and legs as I awkwardly stand. I carry her over to the bed and she pulls me down on top of her whispering, “Make love to me, Harry?”

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