Ginny Weasley (freckelette) wrote in ambiguousunwind,
Ginny Weasley
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ambiguousunwind

Log: Ringing in the New {NC-17}

When: New Year's Eve (backdated)
Where: Neville's house
Who: Neville and Ginny
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Neville and Ginny spend New Year's Eve together
Type: Narrative
Status: Complete


Ginny groaned as she sat down on Neville's couch. They had just had dinner and dessert and she clearly felt that she'd had just a bit too much. She heard Neville putting the china away that they'd used and she smiled a little half smile. It was always so gratifying to see the dinner she'd spent quite some time over today, being eaten with such clear appreciation.

She'd made Boeuf Bourguignon for the first time, having gotten the recipe from her mother and she'd been so happy when it had all turned out so well. Thinking that Neville took a bit longer because he was the kettle on, well she hoped anyway, she got her wand out and aimed it at the record player that stood in the corner. They'd already played the record that was on and it had become on of her favourites. When it started, she closed her eyes and, sitting there, enjoyed.

***

Neville stood in the door to the sitting room, admiring the beautiful woman on his sofa. He leaned against the frame, a grin on his face. It has been such a wonderful holiday and he couldn't imagine anyone else he would want to start the New Year with, or every new and old year for the rest of his life, to be truthful.

***

Just then, her favourite part started. With a smile on her face, eyes still closed, she started to hum along, never noticing that it had gotten quiet in the kitchen.

***

Neville was barefoot and he padded quietly up to stand before her, looked down at her beautiful upturned face. Freckles still at twenty-one and glorious red hair. He crossed his arms across his chest and stood grinning at her.

***

When the song was done, she opened her eyes and almost jumped when she saw Neville that close to her. "Nev!" she scolded although there wasn't really any heat in it. "You scared me!" Looking at his grinning face, she gave in and grinned back. Patting at the seat next to her she said, "Come sit down?"

***

He nodded, and slid onto the sofa with her. His right arm sliding around her back to pull her close as he leaned in to bring his lips to hers.

***

The kiss was soft and sweet and Ginny melted into it and his arms. When it had ended she sighed and put her head on his shoulder.

Breaking the silence, she groaned. "I definitely had too much to eat!"

***

Neville laid his head back on the sofa and hugged her tight. "It was delicious," he agreed. "You are an amazing cook."

***

"Hmphf," she got out. "Please... Nev... not so tight!" She winked up at him, but did hope he'd lessen the hold he had on her just a bit. A tight hug and a full stomach weren't exactly a good combination....

They sat there for a while, the record playing in the background. It was peaceful, just the two of them. "I can't believe this year is nearly over," she whispered.

***

He was thinking about the changes he had gone through in one year. "I started last year in China," he smiled, "and end it at home with the most beautiful woman in the world." He leaned back, relaxed.

***

"I started it somewhere in a hotel before going off to some remote location for the last stages of my training," she said with a sigh. "And I missed everyone, including one of my best friends." She shot him a pointed look. "And now... I'm back with my friends and have this wonderful, handsome boyfriend." She snuggled in a bit closer.

***

He smiled down at her, "And what do you want for the new year, Ginny?" He asked the question lightly, but his heart sped up a bit, waiting for the answer.

***

"What do I want?" She wrinkled her nose as she thought on the question. "Well... actually, I can't really think of something that I want that I don't already have." She looked up at him. "But then again, I didn't even know I wanted you until you came back and we met again."

***

He nodded, smiling down at her. "Do you ever think about the future? About what you want from your life?" he asked. He was nervous but he tried not to let it show.

***

"Well...," she sighed. "I'd like to find the job that is right for me, you know? Like you have your Herbology. And...," she looked up at him through her eyelashes, "I'd like us to grow even closer. As for the rest... I'm going to take it as it comes. There are things that shouldn't be planned for. Why?"

***

He looked at the Christmas tree and the bird sleeping in her nest. "I guess, after being a traveller for so long, I am thinking about putting down roots," he said quietly. "I want to build a home and a life here."

***

"It's a good house for it," Ginny nodded. "It needs to be filled again." Silently she wondered where this conversation was going. They had talked a lot over the past months but he'd never been all that forthcoming with discussing the house and what he was going to do with it.

"Does this mean that you are thinking of making this house your own?"

***

Neville's smile was gentle and he leaned in to kiss her again. "It could be a good home," he said. "It feels that way when you are here."

***

"Yeah?" Ginny smiled. "I like being here. And, strange as it sounds, it feels like the house likes me as well. I feel at home here, with you."

***

Neville swallowed hard, trying to remain calm. He looked down into her eyes, trying to read what he saw there. "I would love it if it someday became a family home like The Burrow," he smiled.

***

Something in her started to bubble as her mind started to string together the little bits of their conversation. "It could be the next Burrow," she carefully said, trying not to jump to conclusions, but hoping all the same that she'd understood all the same.

***

For a minute, he was caught between asking more questions and backing off. He didn't know how to do this. But he also knew he had to do it. But was it the right time? Yet, not telling her felt like keeping a secret. Finally, he came to a decision and slid off the sofa to the floor at her feet, looking up at her.

***

Hope surged like a wild flame and only her will kept it down. "Ne...Neville?" she asked, eyes wide and breath suddenly hitching.

***

"Ginny?" he smiled, almost forgetting to breathe as he looked up into her eyes, "Will you marry me? Will you be my wife?"

***

At first she thought she'd heard it wrong. But as his words hit, really hit her, all the tension she'd built up inside of her in the short while they'd had the conversation burst out.

"Yes!" she said before bursting out into tears.

***

Neville's eyes widened and he grinned, quickly moving back up to the sofa to take her into his arms. He smiled at this crying woman in his arms and gave her time to work through it.

***

When she'd calmed down again and had taken care of her tear streaked face, she looked up at him and smiled at him, hoping it showed him how happy she was. "See? One of those things I didn't know I wanted but did. I do!"

***

He brought a hand up to wipe away her tears and kissed her slowly but deeply, licking at her salty lips and breathing in her scent. He loved the feel of her damp skin against his hand and face. The way her hair tickled him when they kissed. Actually, he loved everything about her.

***

The kiss was so sweet and tender and filled with his joy that she felt teary again. Answering the kiss with as much feeling as she could she shifted until she straddled his lap, trying to get as close as she could.

After they broke the kiss she hugged him tight and buried her face in his neck. "I love you," she said softly.

***

"I love you, Ginny," he whispered into her ear. "I want to share my life and my home with you. I want to have children and grow old together." He sighed, holding her close and rubbing her back.

***

"Yes," was all she could say as she clung to him.

"This is the best New Year's Eve, ever," she then told him, leaning back in his arms, totally happy.

***

"Yes," he smiled at her, "And may we have many many more." He reached in his pocket and pulled out a small pouch and handed it to her. "It used to belong to my gran," he explained. "I can get you a new one if you would prefer, but I liked the idea of this one."

***

With trembling hands and silently cursing her emotional state, Ginny carefully opened the pouch. Taking out the ring, she gasped. It was a small gold ring with a diamond. "Oh Neville, it's perfect! I'd be honoured to wear this one," she told him, holding the ring in the palm of her hand.

***

"That's the engagement ring," Nevilled explained. "There is a matching set of wedding bands, too. I know the sizing charm, if you want to wear it now." He blushed slightly at his presumption. He had memorized the charm for the occasion, just in case.

***

"Of course I want to wear it now!" Ginny smiled happily. "I'm not taking it off again and shall be showing it off to everyone who shows even a remote interest!"

She handed the ring to him, holding out her hand. "And it's yes to the set of wedding rings, too."

***

He smiled at her enthusiasm. It was, after all, one of the things that he was attracted to about her. He slid the ring on her left ring finger, lifted his wand and cast the sizing charm. The ring shimmered and then fit snug but not too tight. He smiled in wonder at the look of her hand with the ring on it. Then lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed her palm.

***

Ginny couldn't help it, she had to do it. She stretched out her hand and moved it around, letting the light catch in the diamond.

"You realise I'll have to owl Mum and Dad tomorrow about this," she said.

***

Neville nodded, leaning back and watching her play with it. "Your dad, at least, won't be too surprised," he said.

***

"OH?" Her eyebrows lifted. "Why is that?" Then, before he could answer, she blurted out, "The conversation in his shed! I though he was pretty smug when you two came out, but he's refused to tell me what happened.... Have you been planning this that long??"

***

"Longer," he said quietly. "But I was worried that you would consider it too soon," he confessed.

***

She sat there, looking at him, her mouth gaping. He'd rendered her speechless.

***

Neville laughed and reached a finger out to caress that open mouth. "So beautiful," he murmured.

***

"So ... scheming," she accused, "but wonderful all the same."

***

He cocked his head, looking at her. "I never scheme, but I do make plans. Can't do the work I do without it." He reached for her pulling her close again, wrapping both arms around her.

***

"Hmmm," she hummed, enjoying the closeness. "I'll call it scheming for a while yet. I'll consider calling it planning," she said with a smile in her voice.

Suddenly a thought popped up. "I just hope my brothers will react in a good way," she said, remembering some of their reactions when they'd arrived for Christmas Day at The Burrow.

***

"My intentions are honourable, after all," he smiled. There had been a lot of good-natured threats tossed about over the holiday. He was actually pleased that her family was so protective of her.

***

"Hmmm... I'm just not so sure about theirs," she said, well accustomed to what they could get up to.

***

"Well, they do know me, after all. And I am aware of what they are like," he smiled. "I think I can handle it."

***

"Okay." Ginny didn't want to put down his optimistic view. "And if not, remember that I know how to get them where it hurts. Mostly."

***

Neville smiled, "I think I can handle myself. And I want to join your family, not fight them."

***

"Well, okay then," Ginny grinned back. Who knew.... they might actually calm down.

However, now that she was sitting in his lap, being as happy as she could be, discussing her brothers wasn't really what she wanted to be doing. She leaned in again and, lips against his, murmured, "Why don't we discuss my family.... tomorrow?"

***

"Certainly," he murmured, kissing her again, one hand playing along her spine.

***

His hand trailing made her shiver and press even closer, deepening the kiss gradually. Her hands had gone up, fastening in his hair, to keep his mouth pressed against hers.

***

Neville's tongue teased hers, even as strong fingers kneaded her back. He loved the taste and touch of her.

***

Every time she felt those strong fingers touching her, she could feel herself melt a bit. He was strong but always took such care of her. One of her hands that had been in his hair, let go and trailed down, to stroke the skin right behind his ear.

***

"Mmm," he hummed at her touch. "Do you wanna stay here or to the bedroom, luv?" He smiled a little shyly.

***

Not really feeling like moving, she whispered, "Are you expecting anyone to come by?"

***

He nearly blushed at the idea, but shook his head. "Just you and me," he said quietly.

***

"Hmm," she hummed, still finding his blush endearing. "Why not.... stay..... here?" she asked him in between nibbling on his earlobe and what she could reach of his neck. "No need.... to... move...."

***

Neville moaned softly as she nibbled his ear and his fingers kneaded further down squeezing her hips. "No, here is ... fine," he said quietly.

***

"Are you sure?" Ginny stopped nibbling and looked into his eyes. "Just because I don't want to move..."

***

"What I have in mind involves moving somewhat, Ginny," he smiled at her, blushing in spite of his bold words.

***

Ginny couldn't help it. She giggled. "I should hope so," she nodded with a gleam in her eye. "But is there any reason that we can't do that kind of moving here? Or would you rather do that upstairs?"

***

He shook his head, answering her by kissing her again and running his hands up under her shirt. His breathe quickened at the feel of her soft skin under his hands.

***

Well, that answers that question, Ginny thought with a silent chuckle. But then she was busy feeling his hands all over her and taking off her shirt to give him more access. As his hands roamed she tried to undo the buttons of his shirt as well, but found her hands trembling.

***

Neville closed his eyes, his hands caressing her sides and slipping back to unclasp her bra, sliding it off her shoulders. He trailed his fingers down her arms and back up again. "Shhh," he said, "Let me." Then he unbuttoned and took his own shirt off.

***

Pulling him down again, Ginny gasped as she felt his chest hair against her sensitive nipples. It was like that every time and each time she'd shiver and welcome the sensation. Kissing him once again, she let her hands stroke his back, sometimes leaving shallow marks with her nails.

***

"Oh, Merlin, yes," he sighed and lifted up a bit so he could position her a bit better in his lap. His trousers were getting pretty tight. He leaned in, taking one of her hard nipples into his mouth, licking and sucking.

***

As he repositioned her, she felt him pressing against her and moaned softly. But, when he started to lick and suck her nipple she threw her head back and let out a much loader groan. "Nev... so... good," she panted and pulled his head as close to her as she could.

Unconsciously, she'd started to move her hips against his.

***

"Mmm," he hummed, cupping her other breast in his hand and using a finger to tease it hard. He sucked harder when she rocked against him.

***

She was on fire and didn't want to cool down. His mouth and fingers were driving her mad and she'd never felt so good. But, after a while, she wanted more. Softly pulling his face up, she kissed him passionately. "More," she panted before diving back in for yet another kiss.

***

He smiled, sliding a hand up along her thigh under her skirt. "More?" he teased, smiling at her.

***

"Yes! More!" Frustrated at his slow pace she placed her hand on his and almost dragged it up higher.

***

He slid his fingers over her knickers and rubbed her through them. "I thought it was the bloke who is always in a hurry," he laughed.

***

Ginny growled at him before pulling his face to hers for another kiss. "Hurry. Up."

Deciding that more action was needed, she started to attack his belt.

***

He laughed and leaned back, letting her go to work on his pants and waiting to see what she would do.

***

Determined to move on to ... more moving.... she quickly had his belt undone and then went to work on his button and zipper. Her hurry made her clumsy and she cursed under her breath.

Finally she had it all undone. Kneeling on the couch next to him, she started to pull his pants down. Looking up at him she tilted her head. "Help?" she asked him with a small grin.

***

He smiled and lifted his hips, letting her undress him. It was quite exciting having her take charge like this.

***

She hummed as she pulled his pants down, only to be stopped by his shoes. Taking those off, then his socks she smiled, as finally, he was totally and completely naked. Sitting there, on her knees at his feet, she looked at him. Her own passion simmering for just a short while, she was taking him in; long limbs, strong muscles. When she reached his eyes, the look on them took her breath away. Standing slowly up, she first pulled her stockings off, grimacing at the utter unattractiveness of that act. Quickly kicking them away with her foot, she then started to undo the button of her skirt.

***

He sat back, feeling like some ancient monarch with the beautiful woman stripping for him. His arms were stretched out on either side of him along the back of the sofa. He looked entirely relaxed except for the look in his eyes and the erection in his lap.

***

When she was done, she tried to walk as calmly as she could towards him. Once again next to him, she bent over to kiss him. Somehow she need to kiss him as often as she could. When they came up for air, she straddled his lap again and shivered when she felt him against her arse.

***

He kissed her gently, until she climbed in his lap. Then the sensation of her moist against him had him thrusting up without thought and his hands reaching for her hips.

***

"Yesss," she panted when he took hold of her hips. "Like this," she said in between short kisses on his lips. Lifting herself up, hands on his shoulders, she shifted back until she felt him nudging at her entrance.

Lowering herself slowly, she took him in.

***

He groaned as she slid over his cock, surrounding him in warmth. "Yes, Ginny," he whispered. His fingers held her hips and he began thrusting up into her.

***

Her hands gripped his shoulders. Moving with him, she shuddered and moaned. Every time felt like the first and every time she shuddered with what he made her feel. "Nev.... Nev...." she almost chanted as her hips moved faster and faster.

***

"Oh, Ginny, sweet Ginny," he said, using his hands on her hips to help keep their movements synchronized, but letting her set the pace and ride him. It was amazing and he was awed by her.

***

Not being able to talk, she just looked at him and kept on moving. She felt wonderful and loved.

It didn't take too long for her to feel that she was getting close. "Nev.... close...." she managed to get out.

***

Neville slid one hand between her legs using his finger to rub her clit, hoping to bring her with the combination. "Yes, Ginny," he encouraged.

***

His finger rubbing there was the last push she needed. A few frantic movements later, she climaxed, hoarsely exclaiming his name. She kept on moving with him, though, trying to bring him as much pleasure as he'd brought her just now.

***

Her muscles contracting around him brought him so much closer, he returned his hands to her hips and thrust harder and faster until he found his own release, his back arching. He relaxed back, holding her hips and shuddering and the feel of her.

***

Feeling him reach his climax made her shudder against him. When he relaxed back against the couch she followed his body with hers, wanting to prolong the closeness.

***

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against his own body, laying kisses on he face and smiling. "You are so beautiful, my Ginny," he whispered, "Happy New Year."

***

Ginny rubbed her face against him and sighed. "Happy New Year handsome," she whispered back with a tiny smile just before the clock chimed twelve times.
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