FIC--Righting a Wrong (5/5)

[ficsbydeenas]

Title: Righting a Wrong, chapter 5of 5
Rating: R for sexual situations and language
Pairing: Harry/Ginny, reference to Harry/Andromeda
Words: 3658
Summary: The pieces fall into place as his world falls apart.
Warnings: Angst...yes, you read that right...
Beta: queenb23more
Author Note: I want to thank everyone who's stuck with me on this story. It was an up and down adventure for me and I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did.


Righting a Wrong






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5

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Harry watched from the window of the Leaky Cauldron as Ginny and Hermione walked into Fabricio's across the street. Ginny looked beautiful; he knew she and Hermione had got their hair done and had a pedicure and manicure. Hermione was grateful that Harry was finally taking control of the situation and getting Ginny to talk to him. Hopefully, this would be final time they would have to talk about this.

Taking a deep breath, he took one last look at Ron and patted him on the shoulder. Ron, while still a bit sore with Harry, had been with him at the Leaky while the girls were out, making sure that Harry didn't go round the twist while he waited.

"Good luck, mate," Ron said as he grabbed Harry's hand and held it firmly. "Now go charm the socks off my sister."

Harry smiled and walked out the door, jogging across the street to the restaurant. With a deep breath, he entered and found Hermione and Ginny waiting in the foyer; Ginny was facing away from him, like he and Hermione had planned, and he walked over to her, tapping her lightly on the shoulder.

Her glorious flame-red hair swung around and her lovely, full mouth opened when she saw him.

"Harry?"

"Hi, Ginny. Could you come with me, please?" He raised his eyebrows and held out his hand.

"I—I sure," she stammered and stood up from her chair, leaving her handbag, which he knew contained her wand, on the leather bench next to Hermione.

She ignored his hand and went outside with him. He couldn't believe his luck; it felt as if he'd drunk a whole bottle of Felix Felicis. Once they were both on the pavement outside the restaurant, he turned to her and grabbed her hands in his.

"Forgive me, but you're not having dinner with Hermione tonight," he admitted as her jaw dropped. "You're coming with me so we can fix us."

Without waiting for her to answer, he Disapparated them back to his house, or more specifically, their bedroom, the most secure place in Britain.

As they reappeared, he smiled at the work that Kreacher had done for him. There were candles lit and scattered over the room, some even floating in the corners. Soft music was playing in the background, and her favourite flowers were in vases on the bureau and both bedside tables.

"Harry Potter, if you think I'm just going to drop my knickers—"

"No. I have no intention of trying to seduce you, Gin. I want to fix this. I need to fix this." He grabbed her hands before she could argue; the silkiness of her manicured hands was the softest thing he'd ever touched. "I don't like my life without you. It's so much better with you in it."

She raised her head and their eyes met. He felt a surge of emotion inside him and tugged her closer to him until she stood about six inches away.

Licking his lips, he said, "Remember the way it felt to have the sun beat down on us as we snogged underneath that tree by the lake?" She nodded. "I've never felt such peace as I did that day."

He brushed her hair back away from her face and moved his hands to her upper arms.

"Remember the kiss you gave me for my birthday?" he whispered as he bent closer to her ear.

"Yes."

"I've never felt such hope for the future as I did that day, Ginny." He took in a deep breath, her scent filling him up. "Remember the way I looked at you when you strode into the Room of Requirement?"

"You were furious. You looked so damned sexy," she admitted as her fingers began idly playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"You're kidding. I hadn't showered in days and I smelled like goat shit from Aberforth's." He couldn't help laughing at the image he saw of himself in the mirror that fateful morning.

She snorted and he'd never heard anything sweeter.

"Remember what I said to you on July eighteenth that year?" It was one of the many days he'd never forget. He closed the distance between them by pulling her against him and lifting her chin. "What did I tell you, Ginny? I know you remember."

Her bottom lip slid between her teeth and she nodded.

"Tell me what I said. Tell me," he ordered, his voice a bit louder than before.

"You said that you loved me," she answered, her voice barely above a whisper.

They'd walked to the top of Stoatshead Hill for a picnic one Saturday and it started to rain unexpectedly. They had to dash for cover under a large tree but were soaked by the time they got there. Even dripping wet, he thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and he couldn't hold it in any longer.

"What else did I say?" he asked into her ear, making her shiver.

"You…you said that you'd never loved anyone before and that you'd never love anyone else," she replied, her voice faltering as the same memories flashed through their minds, almost as if they were in a Pensieve.

"Remember the first time Teddy stayed with me for a weekend? Did I ask your mum for help at three in the morning?" Even when he was just an infant, Teddy responded so well to Ginny.

She shook her head.

"That's right. I knew you could calm him down. Remember where Teddy slept?" His hands slid up to her shoulders and down her arms again.

"With me. In my chair."

The three of them had finally fallen asleep in the study at nearly five and when he'd awakened at ten, Harry found Teddy snuggled up against her, holding onto her hair, his little thumb stroking it. The little boy still did that whenever he was in Ginny's arms.

"I knew then that you would be the mother of my children. Ginny, I will do whatever it takes to make you happy, to make you know that I want nothing more than to love you with my whole being." He took her face in his hands and lifted her up to look at him. "And that New Year's Eve, here, in my…in our room. No matter what, that was my first time, Ginny. I've never wanted anyone the way I want you and I'll prove it to you day after day until my last breath if that's what it takes."

She closed her eyes, tears starting to fall down her cheeks.

"I know I've hurt you. I know that I've broken your trust but I want you to know that we can fix this. We can fix us," he choked out. "I love you, Ginny. Always."

The two of them stood looking at each other, tears running down both their faces. Her eyes sparkled in the soft candlelight, and she looked like she did when he had to leave her at King's Cross for her final year at Hogwarts. Up until now, that was the saddest, loneliest time of his life. He never wanted to feel that way again.

"Haven't I been faithful to you for almost two years?" She sniffed and nodded her head, blinking tears away from her eyes. "I never looked twice at any of those women who threw themselves at me after the war. Not even the one who flashed me."

"Liar," she answered with a chuckle. "I saw your double-take."

Harry rolled his eyes. "Fine. I looked. But you're the one I want. I don’t expect you to forget this happened but I want you to know that it never will again."

"I want to believe you, really I do."

Harry dropped her hands; feeling defeated and crushed, he took a step backwards away from her. He had a bad feeling about this.

"Don't…don't walk away. You're always too impulsive, too impatient and tend to not listen completely, Potter," she said. "I can't forget this and there will always be part of me wondering if you'll do it again."

"Gin—"

"There you go again, Harry! That's the little girl Ginny in me, the one who's insecure and always trying to live up to the expectations of being the 'first Weasley girl' in ex-amount of generations.

"But then there's the woman Ginny, the one who knows that you're a part of me and without you, I'd never be the same. She's the one that knows that you love me and didn't intend on hurting me. But Little Ginny has a temper and is demanding."

He laughed, feeling a little better. "Little Ginny comes out entirely too much for my taste."

"Oh!" She playfully swatted his shoulder. "I'm trying to be serious here!" Their laughter grew until they were both belly laughing. She finally got herself under control and grabbed his hands again, closing the distance between them. "I can't forget. But you're getting close to forgiveness."

"Thank Merlin." He leaned his head down and touched her forehead with his. "I've been miserable."

"Good. But I know it's not completely your fault, either. I need to talk to Andromeda, you know." Her hand went to the back of his head and began playing with the hair at the nape of his neck.

He led her over to the settee at the foot of the bed and sat down with her. "We've talked about it, Andromeda and I. She made me open my eyes about what was really important, Gin. Life's too short to try and second-guess ourselves. We need to live with the choices we've made and move on. Yes, it was a bad choice, and yes, I'm paying for that choice now. I want us to work."

"Me, too," she answered with a smile. "But Andromeda—"

"She's dating someone."

"Really? Who?"

"In the mood for gossip? I thought you hated all that."

She rolled her eyes at him. "Harry, you can't just drop a ball like that and not expand the information."

"Well, she didn't tell me," he answered. "But I have a feeling I'll be babysitting more."

"Oh and I suppose you'll need Ginny to rescue you, huh?"

"That, I think, would be wonderful." He leaned forward; he wanted to kiss her, but still unsure if he should, he stopped and pulled back. "I'm sorry for the argument the other day, you know when I said—"

She put a finger on his lips. "I know. I love you, Harry. Despite all the stupid, noble shite you've pulled over the years, I can't help myself." Ginny closed the distance between them and kissed him, soft and long. Before their tongues met, she pulled away, giggling a bit at his dazed expression.

"Hey…it was just getting good," he quipped. "So…are we okay?" He tentatively stroked her hair, wrapping his fingers in its length.

"Probably." She kissed his cheek. "Most likely." She leaned in to kiss his mouth, but he took over, pulling her close by the hair and teasing her lips open with his tongue, exploring the cavern of her mouth. He smiled as she moaned into him before pulling away.

"And…what about…living…here?"

Ginny bit her lip and looked away. "Not now, Harry." His heart sank again. "I just need a bit more time."

"You've been gone for almost two weeks. Don't you think that's long enough?" He couldn't hide his desire to have Ginny back here at home. And in their bed.

"You're just randy, that's all," she teased and ran a hand over his hair.

"Am not!" He grabbed her by the waist and she fell onto his lap. His breath hitched at the situation in which they'd found themselves. It had been too long since he'd touched her, since he'd kissed her like he wanted to, too long since…He shook his head to get rid of those thoughts; they wouldn't help now.

"Harry," she whispered against his cheek, her breath warm on his skin. "Soon. I promise. Can we just ease back into this?"

Harry nodded, not quite sure if he believed himself.

"We can…you know, date," she suggested with a devilish look in her eye.

"Date? Like…I ask you out and we hold hands?" He kind of liked that idea. Starting over could be good, he thought. "So…can I kiss you? 'Cause I'd really like to right now."

He didn't receive a spoken answer, but she closed the distance between them, her lips touching his gently, yet urgently. The slide of her lips against his was exactly as he remembered it to be: sensual and breathtaking. He would never get enough of kissing her, and so help him, he'd never stop.

Ginny's talented tongue opened his mouth and he moaned as she slid it over his before he sucked it into his mouth while her hands went to his hair, caressing his scalp. They kissed for what seemed like hours, or perhaps several days, before pulling apart to take in each other's face: wide eyes, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, and dazed expressions. Harry thought she'd never looked sexier and felt the return of his desire for her. He closed his eyes to push that idea to the side. He didn't want to rush this; she needed time and he would give it to her.

He watched as her tongue darted out to lick her lips, groaning inwardly despite his resolve.

"I…I should probably go, Harry." Her hand went to his cheek, cupping it softly, and he leaned into her touch.

"Stay…for a little while," he begged.

"Not tonight." She kissed him on the cheek and stood as he held onto her hand. "Can we have lunch tomorrow?"

His face brightened and he nodded. "Absolutely. We used to do that all the time," he recalled.

"Haven't done it in a long time. I'll owl you tomorrow." She backed up and he still wouldn't let go of her hand, standing up next to her and pulling her up against him.

"I've never been good at waiting." Harry bent down and captured her mouth with his, kissing her with intensity, hoping that she'd change her mind and stay. With one hand on the small of her back and another in her hair, he turned her around and walked over to the bed until she stopped him when her legs hit the bed.

"Harry, I'm just not ready for this again," she protested. "Please. Have some fun without me." The corners of her mouth curled up as she grasped him between the legs, causing him to swear. Before he could say anything, she stepped away from the bed and Apparated back to Ron and Hermione's.

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A collection of ballads by the Weird Sisters was playing in the background as Harry and Ginny lay draped across the large sofa in the study. They'd been swept away in a snogging session reminiscent of their time together before the truth revealed itself, hands freely roaming and hips thrusting against hips, moaning nearly drowning out the music.

Things had got better, somewhat, after Harry reluctantly let Ginny leave that night. Lunch the following day had them strolling in Muggle London, eating sandwiches from a small café on a bench near a park. There was nothing romantic about it, but Harry felt better than he had in weeks. That lunch led to others, frequently ending with a kiss or two which began on the cheek and progressing to lingering, and often times passionate, kisses on the mouth. They talked about everything from Quidditch to cooking to baby Victoire to the latest gossip floating around about them.

In the evenings when Ginny wasn't away for practise or games, she was at Harry's more and more. Their evenings were quiet ones, with DVD movies and other mundane distractions to occupy their time. More often than not, they would begin kissing and find it most difficult to tear themselves away from each other. He'd asked her stay, to move back in more times than he could count, and each time she'd said, 'Wait,' although her answers were taking longer to voice as time progressed.

Tonight was no different.

After dinner and a play in the West End, they returned to a deserted Grimmauld Place. Kreacher had gone for the night, going back to Hogwarts to help prepare the castle for the new term, but left a nice fire in the study and their favourite chocolate treats. The elderly house-elf had conveniently left them alone on these evenings, much as he had before.

On the sofa, Harry lay underneath Ginny, her skirt hiked up around her hips and his hands were dangerously close to removing her barely there knickers while her legs straddled his hips. Her blouse was unbuttoned and hung on by one arm. Harry, meanwhile, was bare-chested and nearly bursting his trousers with an erection threatening to explode.

"Harry…I—"

"Don't leave, please!" he begged her, flipping her onto her back. "I can't let you leave tonight…I want you so damned bad." His mouth travelled down her exposed chest, stopping at her breasts to lave them with his tongue and she laughed at him.

"You're being impatient again," she said with a smile. "You should have waited for me to finish." Ginny sat up on her knees and pushed him back against the cushions. "If you would have listened to me, Potter, you would have heard me say 'I want you to take me to bed.' Now, I'm not so sure if I want to," she teased.

"I am not letting you take that one back," he insisted and put his arms under her arse and lifted her up, quickly making his way toward the door as Ginny began eagerly sucking on his neck.

"Damn it, Harry, just Apparate up there."

The sound of her impatience was his undoing, and with a great deal of concentration, they soon arrived in the bedroom at the top of the stairs. The room was bedecked with candles and flowers once more, but neither of them noticed as they removed the last remaining bits of clothing and stumbled onto the large bed, not bothering to get inside the blankets.

Harry hovered over her, the candles highlighting her hair and causing golden flecks in her eyes. She was beautiful and she was here, with him again on their bed. Before he moved his hips, he needed to know one thing. She'd hadn't said the words that he wanted to hear, had to hear.

He kissed her eyelids and whispered, "Ginny, do you forgive me? I can't do this unless you say it. Please say I’m forgiven."

Her eyes fluttered open and she placed a hand on his cheek, stroking it with her thumb.

"You are, Harry. I trust you and I love you. It's time, Harry."

With those simple words, his heart soared and he let out a small sob. Weeks of letting her leave him were over and he gave himself over to the pent-up passion. With fluid movements, they arched their bodies and were joined once more.

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Harry nudged Kreacher forward, urging him on.

"Master Harry is being a coward and a fool," he grumbled. "Kreacher shouldn't be sent in to do this."

"Please, Kreacher. I promise, you'll get what you ask," he said with a wavering voice. The task he was sending Kreacher on was simple enough, but, as the crotchety old house-elf said, Harry should be the one to do it. Kreacher was right on the second part, too; he was a coward.

"Fine, fine. Master is lucky Kreacher has to follow orders…," he mumbled as he made his way to the study with Harry following him.

At the door, Harry pressed himself against the wall, trying to control his breathing while he listened.

"Miss Weasley, Kreacher has found something in the house."

Harry could hear her put down her book, picturing her leaning in to pay attention to the house-elf.

"What is it, Kreacher?"

"This is not the property of the Most Ancient and Noble House of Black, and Kreacher does not know who owns it. Miss Weasley may know for she is a beautiful, smart witch."

Harry barely contained the laughter that was building up inside him. Kreacher was really laying it on thick.

"Where is it? You can show me. I don't think Harry would mind."

Kreacher's heavy steps moved further into the room and Harry edged his head around the corner to peek in. Ginny was in her chair, of course, wearing her hair back in a French braid and his captain's jersey from his sixth year. Her jeans had a hole in the knee and her feet were bare.

"This…this is what Kreacher has found," he said, handing Ginny a small, nondescript box.

She took it in her hands and examined it, turning it over and over in his hands.

"Um, Kreacher, are you sure this isn't full of Dark magic? Maybe I should wait until Harry gets home."

She should have been an Auror, Harry thought.

"No…no, Miss Weasley. Kreacher can detect Dark magic. He's been around it long enough to know."

Nice one, Kreacher.

Harry moved his head and saw Ginny crack open the box and heard her gasp.

"Oh…wow," she muttered, her eyes blinking away tears.

"Does Miss Weasley know to whom it belongs? Kreacher has no idea."

Ginny looked up toward the door, meeting Harry's eyes. He smiled broadly and winked at her.

"It…it's mine, Kreacher," she said with a sniff. "Thank you for bringing it to me."

Kreacher bowed low and began backing out of the room. "Kreacher lives to serve the Most Noble House of Potter."

When Kreacher reached the door, he turned to him and gave a weak smile. Harry smiled back.

"Thank you."

"Kreacher will gladly take the three Galleons now. Bloody coward."

"I only promised you two!"