Chapter 19

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A Decision is Made

Ginny's homecoming was celebrated enthusiastically among her family, who it seemed was looking for any excuse to all get together these days. They had "all" shown up at the train station again and had then come back to the Burrow to celebrate.

She was admittedly very glad to be home. She was even gladder to be in the wonderfully strong arms of her boyfriend whenever she deemed it necessary, which lucky for her happened to be often.

"Happy to be home?" Harry asked her after dinner that evening.

She nodded feeling exhausted and before she could come up with a more appropriate answer she was set upon by a massive yawn that had Harry laughing and scooping her up from her position on the floor in front of where he'd been sitting on the sofa.

"Come on let's get you up to bed." He said smiling at her as she curled herself into his chest.

She waved goodnight to the rest of her family and then sighed as Harry climbed the stairs with her acting as if she weighed next to nothing. She decided she would have to start eating double portions at dinner. Afterall, she wouldn't want to make things easy for him.

As Harry placed her into her bed she scooted herself to the other edge and patted the mattress. He chuckled but obliged. Slipping his shoes off and climbing in next to her.

"You do realize we are both still wearing our normal clothes?"

Ginny nodded in reply and said sleepily.

"I know all my plans to have us both completely naked while under the covers seem to have flown out the window tonight. I'm exhausted."

Harry stroked her silky hair fondly and couldn't help but let a contented smile grace his lips.

"I'm happy your home love." He told her quietly. "I've really missed you."

"Me too Harry." She said softly her eyes drifting closed as his hand continued its' wonderfully relaxing task of caressing her hair.

Harry watched as sleep took her and then, kissing her gently on her forehead, he slipped from the covers. After tucking her in carefully he quietly headed toward the Weasley's living room.

"Did you get Gin all nice and cozy?" Ron teased.

Harry quirked an eyebrow at him and wondered vaguely why he wasn't off with Hermione somewhere making use of a vacated bed or something of the sort.

"As a matter of fact I did."

"Good. Now you can come out with me and Mione. We are off to Grimauld Place, it's high time she watched movies with us." Ron said getting to his feet.

"You've been watching movies?" Mr. Weasley asked excitedly.

Ron nodded and looked sheepishly at his dad as if he had just realized how much his father would enjoy the pastime. Harry was sympathetic for it had only just occurred to him as well.

"Mr. Weasley why don't you come over tomorrow? I'm pretty sure I overheard you say you had the day off. You can bring Mrs. Weasley and whoever else would like to come along. We can spend the day watching movies and then maybe go out to dinner." Harry suggested.

The idea was readily agreed with and after a few quick goodbyes Harry, Ron and Hermione headed out through the floo.

Once back at Grimauld Place Harry looked at Ron questioningly.

"Are you sure you don't want to spend some time alone together?" He asked genuinely.

"Yup I'm positive. The three of us have barely had time to spend together since the last battle and Hermione has already arranged with her parents to spend the night here so the three of us can have some quality time together."

Harry smiled at his two best friends and allowed them to lead the way into the living room. Hermione and Ron got into an argument over which movie to watch but in the end Hermione caved and they took up watching Star Wars where they had left off. Ron always liked to go in order and he rarely watched anything else unless he'd finished the series that they were already on.

As Ron started up Return of the Jedi Harry and Hermione got comfy on the couch and oddly enough a few minutes later Kreacher came in with three bowls of popcorn for them.

They talked all through the movie not really paying attention at all. It felt good to be spending time like they had all through school and to be doing it without the weight of the world upon their shoulders. Harry and Ron quizzed Hermione about school while she asked all about their goings-on in the Auror Department. Once the movie was over they played chess with Harry and Hermione teamed up against Ron (who still managed to win spectacularly).

"So Harry…" Hermione drawled as he came back from the kitchen with three butter beers. "When exactly are you planning on marrying Ginny?"

Harry blushed crimson while Ron chortled merrily at his discomfort.

"Well…uh…hmm." He stuttered. "To be honest Mione I really don't know yet. Ginny's…well she's very complex. Marriage is going to be a..a tricky subject with her. I know she is going to readily agree but with her personality I know on the inside she will be coming up with all the different ways that she won't be a normal wife. She will then probably proceed to tell me about how she refuses to cook , clean or have children unless it's on her terms, which is fine with me…it's just that with her I have to make sure she is okay with it all. Timing is important and so is how I ask her."

Hermione nodded.

"That makes sense. The only reason I brought it up is because I figured I would let you know first that Ron and I discussed it and we will probably be getting married once I've gotten settled with a job. I mean we know we are all still really young but we've been through so much already that it seems silly to waste time growing up more."

Harry grinned and shot a look at Ron, who was currently very preoccupied with examining his butter beer.

"You two have talked about this?"

"Of course. Ronald brought it up and I agreed that it was definitely something we needed to consider."

Harry watched as Ron's ears turned if possible an even brighter shade of pink.

"Well good for the two of you. I'm glad you're both taking this relationship seriously." Harry said with mock severity.

"Oh hardy har har Harry." Hermione chuckled. "Look I just want to know that you are going to get settled sometime soon. I don't want to see you spending a big part of your life chasing after Voldemorts supporters unless you are going to be spending it happily with someone you love."

Harry smiled at her and reassured her that he was indeed planning on spending his life with Ginny.

"If she is at all agreeable I think I'll ask her to marry me shortly after she gets done with school. I would like to ask Mr. Weasley first as that seems proper. I know that seems soon it's just…" He shot an apologetic glance at Ron before continuing. "..I don't know how much longer I can wait before not only getting to call her my fiancée and then my wife but also before I cave and end up shagging her."

Hermione laughed lightly and Ron did his best to smile sympathetically, though it came out looking more like a grimace.

"I'm sure everything will be fine Harry." Hermione reassured.

Harry sighed and sat back against the cushions.

"She makes it so hard to behave. She doesn't want to do anything traditionally and thanks to her being the only girl and the baby she so spoiled that when you tell her no it's like you've broken her heart. No and Wait are not words that typically encompass her vocabulary."

They were all silent for a little while before Ron cleared his throat and said in a somewhat strained voice.

"Well you know mate there's always…um, other things that you could do prior to sleeping with her that will… uh, probably make you both feel a lot better in the morning."

Though startled by Ron's suggestion Harry continued on with their conversation not wanting his best mate to feel even more awkward. It was surprising that he was even willing to be in the same room with the conversation going on much less participate in it.

"I've been contemplating that. But I'm not sure. Something about it feels an awful lot like cheating. Like opening your presents to see what they are the evening before Christmas and then re-wrapping them to open them again the next day." Harry explained.

Hermione wrinkled her nose at him.

"No offense Harry but that was a terrible analogy."

"I get what he's saying though." Ron put in. "It would feel strange to try and familiarize your self with something before getting to really experience it."

"I just don't know." Harry sighed. "Sometimes I think I'm going to have to give in at least a little or else she'll end up coming at me in my sleep. She's bloody aggressive when she wants to be."

"Well look on the bright side Harry. It's only another six months or so and then she's done with school you can marry her and then shag her like crazy." Ron supplied.

"Why does six months suddenly sound like a horrendously long period of time?"

"Probably because the end goal is sex. I've found that in most cases when that is the end result five minutes can feel like a damn long time." Ron joked and Hermione blushed.

"Can you believe we are talking about this? I mean when we were in school it was talked about in the boys dorms and here and there you would hear about someone who had fooled around with someone else in an empty classroom or the astronomy tower or something, but we never had conversations about this." Harry said amused just thinking about it.

"You're right it is a little weird. But who would have thought me and Hermione would lose our virginity before you? I mean you could have women throwing themselves at your feet if you wanted." Ron chuckled.

"What's even stranger is you two lost it to each other. If you would have told me when we were younger that you two would end up shagging I would have had you committed."

"Well it all worked out in the end." Hermione smiled. "Besides I'm proud of you for not taking advantage of your position Harry. It's rather sweet that you want to wait for Ginny."

"Wanting and thinking it is the right thing to do are not in the same category Hermione. I'm no saint. I'd shag her in a second if I thought it was prudent."

"Hopefully you last longer than a second mate." Ron teased shamelessly.

"Must you be so crude Ronald?" Hermione scolded.

"I'm not always crude Mione. For instance, when we are in bed and I'm.."

"Alright that's quite enough!" Hermione flushed.

Ron smiled at her cheekily and reached out to grab her hand, entwining their fingers together.

"Well one thing's for sure, my mother will be more than spectacularly pleased to know that you and Ginny upheld the ancient traditions of wizarding couples." Ron said chuckling and taking a swig of Butterbeer.

"What do you mean?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Well in the old tradition wizards and witches were usually betrothed. The whole idea of it is rather outdated but all things considered the Potters and the Weasley's are both ancient pure-blood families and it would have been perfectly acceptable to arrange a marriage between Harry and Ginny. If that were the case then it would have been expected for Ginny to be innocent on her wedding night. So I'm sure it's pleasing my mother to no end that she thinks they are both going to wait until they are married. It's what she and my dad did."

Hermione looked thoughtful after Ron's explanation.

"Isn't that what most people expect though? I mean, even in muggle culture it's something to be commended if the man and woman can wait until they are married to be together."

Ron sighed softly.

"In wizarding culture it used to be taboo to even think of a woman being anything but innocent on her wedding night. Some witches were cast out of polite society because their husbands claimed they weren't virginal. It was a horrible scandal if they found out a woman had been promiscuous."

"Why haven't I ever read anything about this?" Hermione said curiously.

"Probably because it isn't written down, just like a lot of the pureblood prejudice stuff isn't written down."

"Is it still important? To wizards that is?" Harry asked thoughtfully.

"To some yeah. My Aunt Muriel will probably have kittens if she finds out Ginny was deflowered before her wedding." Ron provided. "But mostly it is just the same wizards who are all for being pureblooded that have issues with the whole female virginity thing. I don't think it really means that much. Besides it's a bit of a double standard to expect women to save themselves for marriage while men can go about doing whatever they like with whomever they like. My brother's are good enough evidence of there being no standards for men. It wouldn't be fair to expect all women in contrast to be completely chaste."

"So you didn't think it was important for us to wait?" Hermione asked him softly, very aware that Harry was seated only inches away.

Ron smiled and looked at Hermione with what could only be described as absolute devotion.

"No love I didn't. I would have had you even if I hadn't been your first. It doesn't matter one bit to me what other people think, and that includes all that nonsense about your blood. It makes me ridiculously happy to know I'm the only man who will ever be with you but at the same time I wouldn't have minded if I weren't. Though I may have wanted to knock whoever came before me out afterwards." Ron said softly, kissing Hermione lightly before turning to Harry. "What about you mate? Would it bother you if you weren't Ginny's first?"

Harry thought about it for a moment. Going over the imagined scenario where Ginny had taken a lover before him. Where someone else had been all over what he now considered his. And he couldn't help but see red.

"Yes. It would bother me. I… I'm too possessive to ever feel okay with that. I would probably accept it if it were to happen but…if I were ever to meet the other man, I don't think I could control myself enough not to kill him."

Ron's eyes widened.

"It means that much to you mate?"

"Look I know you've both grown up with parents, and in Ron's case other family, and things of your own. Growing up like I did…without anything that was really ever mine. It makes me overly possessive of things that I consider my own. I mean I was eleven years old and I didn't even have clothing that was mine or a room that was even partly mine. I wore Dudley's things and lived in a cupboard." Harry paused remembering the life he had lived before Hogwarts. "And now that I have things that belong to me…well not so much things as people, now that I have people who I feel belong to me, I don't think I would ever be very good at sharing. I think of you guys as my best friends and basically my sibling, and of your family as mine Ron. I don't think I would ever be willing to share those privileges with anyone else. I wouldn't want you two taking up with some other new best friend or some other outsider coming in and making you all his family."

Harry paused knowing he probably sounded ridiculous and selfish. But when he thought about Ginny…

"And as for your sister…well, she's mine in every sense of the word. I wouldn't give her up or share her with anyone if it cost me my life. And so something like that, that has to do with someone else knowing things about her…private things. I don't think I could handle that. She's what makes me make sense these days… So Merlin help anyone who ever tries to hurt her or take her or any part of her, away from me."

Hermione smiled, pleased beyond belief that Harry was so reverent when it came to how he felt about Ginny. She didn't mention it to him but something told her that he was more like Ron than he thought. Because for all Ron's big talk of not caring she knew just how much it had meant to him to be her first and only lover, to be the one to experience her first time with her. Men she realized were nearly as possessive as women.

Ron changed the subject a moment later realizing the dark mood into which his best friend had fallen. They talked for awhile longer about all manner of things before deciding to head off to their respective beds. Tomorrow was probably going to be a busy day.

*****

Ginny Weasley woke to the sound of knocking on her door. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and called out in a throaty voice for whoever it was to come in.

"Hi daddy." She said smiling.

"Morning Firefly." He replied coming and sitting on the end of her bed.

"What time is it?" She asked curious, as there was already a lot of light flooding her bedroom from the window.

"Its getting closer to lunch than breakfast. It's…" he looked down to check his watch, "about ten thirty-five."

Ginny shot up out of bed.

"Oh sweet Merlin! Why didn't anyone come and wake me? You have all probably been ready to go over to Harry and Ron's for hours now."

Mr. Weasley laughed as he watched his daughters bright head scramble around her room looking for what she wanted to wear that day.

"It was no problem Ginny we all wanted you to get some rest and besides, we didn't want to head over to Harry and Ron's at the crack of dawn this morning and impose upon them before they were ready for us to do so."

Ginny stopped moving for a moment and eyed her dad with a raised eyebrow.

"Well," He admitted sheepishly, "that's at least what your mother told me when I got up this morning anyway."

Ginny smiled at her father and then after having collected all her clothing for the day she rushed by him planting a kiss on his cheek as she did so.

"I promise I'll be ready in a half hour Daddy." She said knowing he was probably bursting at the seams with anticipation.

Arthur smiled and went to go inform his wife that they would be departing within the hour.

Luckily Ginny was ready when she said she would be and they were able to floo over to Ron and Harry's at ten minutes past eleven.

Ginny's arrival was met by a pair of strong and welcoming arms that not only supported her as she stumbled out of the fireplace but also held her lovingly against a rather broad chest. He didn't speak as he held her but it didn't keep Ginny from realizing just how glad he was to see her.

She smiled and breathed in his wonderful scent.

"Hello Harry."

He pulled back and led her to the side as Mr. Weasley appeared followed shortly by his wife.

"Harry dear it's lovely to see you." Molly greeted warmly.

"You as well Mrs. Weasley. Ron and everyone else are in the living room if you'd like to go in. I think they are still debating as to which movie to watch. Surprisingly Ron is letting the rest of them fight it out and isn't giving his opinion for once. I'm sure you two could help settle the argument." Harry returned in what Ginny thought was a somewhat tight tone.

"Aren't you going to join us Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked keeping a firm hold on Arthur's arm as he tried to make a break for the living room.

"We'll be down a little later. I thought I'd show Ginny the house as she has yet to see it."

Mr. Weasley didn't wait for his wife to respond but merely drug her swiftly from the room in his haste to get to watch movies.

Ginny smiled at her parents disappearing figures and then turned to Harry.

"So what did you want to show me first?" She said eyeing his red t-shirt and dark blue jeans appreciatively.

Harry didn't reply he merely grabbed her hand and made his way toward the stairs. Ginny giggled but fell silent at his intense expression. She felt her throat go dry as he marched silently up past the room she used to share with Hermione and toward the room that was once the master bedroom but now belonged to him. He looked at her seriously as they reached his door.

"You know how I've been thinking it over that we might or might not let things go a little further between us?"

Ginny nodded not trusting her voice.

"Well I'm done thinking." He said throatily reaching out and opening the door.

Curiosity overcame some of her nervousness as she looked about Harry's room. She was impressed with the decorating, as it was simple but elegant. He had a large king size four-poster bed with a dark blue comforter. The floors were a dark wood that matched his bed frame and, along with a dresser and two side tables, he had a desk, two armchairs and a love seat that sat before the fireplace. He also had numerous books and pictures hanging about, most of which it turned out were of her or the two of them together. She figured the photos must have been compliments of Colin Creevey's mother.

She decided she had better get acquainted with Harry's room so that she wouldn't feel so strange while in it and so she set about getting used to the new territory.

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Ginny took her time wandering around Harry's room and into his bathroom and closet, familiarizing herself with her surroundings and with the place that he now called home. He let her move about standing still near the door, watching her, fists clenched at his sides.

He hadn't been able to really stop thinking about her since the night before after his conversation with Ron and Hermione. Since then he had barely been able to control the urge to floo over to the Burrow and make her understand what he was feeling. It was strange to realize that what had pushed him over the edge was just the mere thought of her being with someone else. It had caused him to realize that he wanted her to be his without question and that he didn't want to go any longer without at least claiming her in some way. Not that it really mattered how he had come to the conclusion that he was going to let them both have what they wanted. He had spent the whole night thinking over how he wanted to go about it, but now that she was there and with him all his thoughts had vanished to be replaced with only one image, Ginny underneath him.

He was struggling not to rush into his large, only a quarter full closet and claim what his body desperately wanted him to. Instead he exercised more of the will power that he didn't know he had and waited for her to reappear.

When she finally did it was with a happy smile.

"It suits you I think, though it is missing something." She informed him.

"And what's that?" He asked his voice sounding odd even to him.

"Me." She replied boldly, her brown eyes connecting with his green ones. "You need some of me in here to really make it feel right."

"And how do you propose we remedy that?"

She didn't answer and Harry watched as she looked away from him and stepped toward his bed eyeing its' size appreciatively.

"I think you could get lost in this thing." She remarked teasingly.

"I had more than myself in mind when I bought it." He replied boldly.

She blushed and looked about her for something else to fill the silence. After a few moments and some moving about she gave up and looked at him questioningly.

"So you've made up your mind about our moving forward have you?"

Harry nodded watching as she moved in front of his desk her fingers trailing lightly over the surface, her hips swaying enticingly as she walked.

"I have." He replied taking a few steps toward her before stopping to lean his shoulder against one of the posts on his bed.

"And what exactly have you come up with?" She asked, her voice betraying her nerves more than she would have liked.

Harry watched as she paused while looking at the drapes that hung in front of his large window. He let his eyes travel the length of her body, taking in all the sensual curves and lines that made her so completely enticing to him. She was in jeans and a brown V-neck sweater and her hair fell about her reaching nearly to the small of her back.

Images flashed through his mind where they were both naked and wrapped around one another in his bed with her silky hair spread all over the place. He stiffened at the thought and then cleared his throat gruffly.

"Come here."

She turned toward him, her brown eyes questioning. After a moment, where she seemed to be struggling with something, she complied. Harry waited until she stood before him. He opened his mouth once to explain to her exactly what he had planned but realized helplessly that he couldn't remember anyway. So instead he reached out and placed his hands on her hips and pulled her to him, pressing himself into her belly and letting her feel how aroused he was just from watching her move about the room.

She sighed breathlessly, managing to make him even harder and then looked up at him her eyes full of desire. Harry smiled softly, realizing that for all her nerves and all his brooding they were both on the same page.

He brought his mouth down to hers and groaned appreciatively at her taste. He hadn't been able to kiss her thoroughly since she had arrived home. For it seemed that since she had gotten off the train they were never truly alone and he had felt somewhat shy at the platform after the last spectacle they had made of themselves at the train station.

But now they were in his room with everyone occupied downstairs and Ron's promise to be the one to come and get them if anyone got overly curious… so he let himself go.

He kissed her hungrily his tongue delving in to move in rhythm with her own. She tasted as perfectly sweet as ever and when she stood on her tiptoes in an attempt to get closer to him he decided to make things easier on her and lifted her swiftly off the floor. Her legs wrapped themselves about him and he groaned in pleasure. He cupped her bum and broke his lips from hers to trail them down her neck and onto her chest, thankful for whatever notion had caused her to wear a low-cut top. He kissed her lightly tracing the line her sweater made over her breasts and listening in satisfaction as she sighed with pleasure.

He moved them both toward the bed, his lips never breaking contact with her skin. When his knees hit the mattress he leaned down cradling her in his arms until her back hit the comforter. He pulled up and quickly got rid of his shirt and shoes before climbing onto the bed positioning himself over the top of her; his knees on either side of her own and his hands on either side of her head as he stared down at her.

She smiled up at him running her fingers lightly over his chest and abdomen. Some small self-conscious part of him wanted to kiss her again to keep her from looking too closely but it was over-ruled by his need for her to take what she wanted from him. For her to have every part of him and know it belonged to her.

"You are incredibly sexy Harry Potter. Have I told you that lately?" She whispered her brown eyes dark and admiring.

He grinned, his stomach flipping over at the way she was eyeing him, and lifted his left hand off the mattress, letting it slide down her body until he met with the hem of her sweater.

"You might have mentioned it recently." He breathed, his mouth moving down to taste the spot just below her ear that was sure to elicit a gasp of some kind.

As she reacted to his lips he let his hand stroke the smooth skin of her stomach. A moment later she wiggled in invitation and he broke away to let her lean up so he could remove her sweater all together. Leaving him with a sight he had missed more than he had realized the past month and a half.

****

Ginny watched as Harry's eyes darkened and smoldered as he took in the lacy black bra that covered her breasts. She hadn't expected anything to happen that day and so was lucky that she had happened to wear something sexy instead of plain. Though part of her agued that he would be looking at her that same way no matter what she had put on.

As he drank in the sight of her she allowed herself to do more of the same. She watched his jaw flex and his Adam's apple bob as he swallowed and stared at her intensely. Her eyes trailed down his broad chest to his tight abs and to the waistline of his pants. Her nerves returned somewhat at her thinking about whether or not his plans involved her getting familiar with all of his assets. Her gaze shifted to his muscled arms as he moved to roll to the side grabbing her and bringing her with him.

He propped himself up on his elbow and trailed his fingers up over her hip and let them crawl across her stomach and then up to her ribs where his thumb began to stroke along the line where her skin ended and her bra began. He admired her for a minute watching her chest move as she breathed deeply, before covering her mouth with his own and running his fingers over the lace up to where her skin spilled out. He stroked the exposed softness lovingly before returning his hand to the underside of her breast and letting it rest on her ribs. She sighed as he broke away and pulled her flush against him, placing the arm he had been using to hold himself up underneath her head. He put his forehead against hers and after a moment, in which she realized he was attempting to keep himself in check, he said throatily,

"Are you alright?"

"Of course." She replied reaching out to place her hand on his jaw.

"What I mean is…are you sure you are alright with doing more?" He amended.

Ginny swallowed her mind turning over the meaning of what he was asking. Was she ready? She had always thought that when the moment came to make a decision about their relationship she would be absolutely certain. Yet in that moment she knew a part of her…the part that was afraid, wanted her to tell him no and to call the whole thing off for the time being. But there was a much bigger part that couldn't wait to feel more of him and to give him more of her and to her slight surprise she found she was nodding.

His lips came down on hers, as his hand left off its' stroking and traveled to the button of her jeans. He undid them slowly, kissing her at the same leisurely pace. His lips moved across hers softly and then he traced her bottom lip with his tongue. She opened her mouth letting him in and sighed at the taste of him, so sweet yet completely masculine at the same time. He kissed her thoroughly letting her get used to the feel of him once again.

He moved slowly, as if he were set on devouring her slowly, trailing kisses down her jaw and to her neck as he worked his hand into her jeans to settle onto her hip gripping her tightly and pulling her against him. She could feel how hard he was against the top of her thigh as she lay flush up against his body and the sensation was making her shiver pleasantly. He kissed her lips once more leaving her gasping and wanting to beg him to stay but she unselfishly allowed him pull back as he moved to sit up and pull her jeans off of her.

To her complete surprise he climbed off the bed and, while standing between her legs, reached out to grab them at her hips. She watched as he removed them carefully, his eyes taking in every inch of skin that was revealed. After he dropped them to the floor he looked up at her. She had to remind herself to breath as his green eyes bored into hers with an intensity she had never seen before. Then she felt his hands as they began sliding up the outside of her legs. First along her calves, then across her thighs. Slowly and reverently he moved along, yet not for one minute was she confused or unsure of his destination.

When his right hand finally found its' way between her legs to cover her over her panties she couldn't keep herself from crying out softly and fisting the blanket in her hands.

****

"Oh sweet Merlin." Harry breathed as he heard Ginny cry out and tense at his touch.

He was rock hard and desperately tempted to remove his jeans but he couldn't get himself to quit touching her. He moved his hand over her gently at first partly letting her get used to the feeling of having him touch her and partly letting himself adjust to the idea that he was really stroking her between her legs.

He alternated watching what he himself was doing and watching her as she panted her hands gripping his covers tightly and he was startled to realize that he could stand where he was all day and just continue to stroke her. Nothing in the world could make him happier than making her feel good.

After awhile he pressed against her harder, rewarded by her gasp of pleasure and the slight moans she let out when he did something she really liked. He knew from what others had told him, and somewhat from instinct, just where to touch her and most of the how but he couldn't believe he was actually in a position to make good on the information. He watched her as he brought his thumb up and began making circles on her most sensitive spot.

Her eyes closed in satisfaction and her chest came up off the bed as she tried to move more firmly against him.

It wasn't long after that before she was panting and making moaning noises that had him gasping right along with her at the feelings she was eliciting in him.

"Please Harry." She choked, finally begging him to give her what she needed. "Please."

Harry's chest tightened as she pleaded with him, asking him for what, at that moment, only he could give. He pressed his thumb against her more firmly and moved it faster readily giving in to her needs.

"That's it baby." He coaxed gently, feeling a million different emotions rolled into one as she moved against his hand.

He felt her climax before she cried out and he couldn't help but grin in absolute male satisfaction as he stroked her carefully drawing it out and making it last longer as her thighs tightened about his hand.

He watched her as she let her self go, completely lost to the sensations that had overcome her. He'd never seen anything so stunningly breathtaking in his life. She was absolutely beautiful and he knew right then he would never be able to feel what he did about her for anyone else ever again. She was his from the inside out and every time he was with her she only proved it to him more.

As she slowly came back to him he kissed her just below her belly button, happy to feel her heart thudding in her chest even from there. Then he climbed up onto the bed to lie down next to her. He watched her lovingly as she began to relax and let her body wind down.

If there was anything to be learned from what they had just done it was that he realized just how much pleasure he could get out of simply pleasuring her. He couldn't have cared less about his own needs while striving to make her happy, for in reality he was glad that for awhile it had been all about her.

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Ginny opened her eyes to find Harry watching her contentedly a happy smile on his face. He reached out and ran his hand along her stomach, his rough palm a slight shock to her now sensitive skin.

Neither of them spoke for awhile, and in the end it was Ginny who broke the silence.

"Harry I…" She began her voice coming out strangely. "That was…"

He smiled at her attempt to convey what she was feeling.

"I know." He said grinning.

Ginny tried to frown at his cocky demeanor but found she couldn't wipe the smile off of her face. Giving up on it, she pushed against his shoulder and he complied rolling onto his back. She followed and positioned herself so that she was sitting low on his hips nearly onto his thighs.

"So…" She began softly, hoping she was giving him the innocent look that she was going for as she ran her hands over his muscular chest.

"So…" Harry mimicked still smiling at her with a loving and very male expression.

"That was all good and fun for me but…" She trailed her fingers lightly down his stomach and brought them to a stop at the button on his jeans. "What about you?"

He caught her hand up in his own and brought it to his lips. He kissed each of her fingers and then her palm before saying throatily.

"Getting to make you feel that was enough for me Gin."

She frowned a little then.

"But isn't it only fair that I get to return the favor?"

"Baby I don't think you understand. You just did me a favor. Letting me do that to you, giving me the satisfaction of being the one to touch you, it pleases me more than you could ever understand." Harry said genuinely kissing her palm once more.

Ginny smiled at his words but then frowned more and sat up a little to allow herself to move her hand over the fly of his jeans, feeling the evidence of his still present arousal.

She smirked then.

"Well someone seems to think it's his turn to have a little enjoyment." She informed him saucily.

Harry smiled softly and sat up pulling her up against his chest until their faces were extremely close to one another and looking her in the eye meaningfully.

"I mean it Gin. We don't have to do anything else today. That was enough for me. I want you in ways you can't imagine but I'm also incredibly happy to have just done what we did. You…" He paused swallowing thickly. "..were beautiful beyond belief."

She leaned in and kissed him deeply, trying to convey how much it meant to her that she had pleased him as well. She then proceeded to wrap her arms about his neck and rub herself against his still present erection.

"What if I said it would make me happy to make you happy?" She argued, planting teasing kisses along his neck and jaw. "What if I wanted to give you what you gave me? What if I want to make you feel that good?"

Harry groaned as she continued to kiss him and move against him suggestively.

"Please Harry." She wheedled. "It's what I want."

She knew she had him when he grabbed her jaw and brought his mouth down on hers fiercely. As he kissed her roughly she pulled on his shoulders getting him to switch positions until he was kneeling over her on all fours once again. She reached for the button on his jeans and found that he had already undone them. Smiling against his lips she began to tug them down off his hips.

He pulled back moved off the bed to take them off before coming back and moving over the top of her once again. She wasn't sure what she had been expecting but while she had seen him in his underwear before, and had been rather impressed then, he hadn't been fully erect at the time and looking at him now she knew with full certainty that Harry James Potter had nothing to be modest about. He was straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs and she could tell by the expression on his face that he was waiting for her to get accustomed to it all before he moved any closer, even though he was desperate to do just that.

She swallowed nervously but reached out anyway and trailed her fingertips down his stomach and back and forth across the elastic band on his underwear. Her stomach was fluttering wildly and her hand was shaking more than she would have liked and she was trying desperately not to let her nerves get the better of her. She looked up at Harry, who had up until that point been watching her movements. He lifted his eyes to look into hers. She knew right then that he could see right through her and that he knew she was afraid beyond belief.

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"It's alright if you're nervous Gin." Harry reassured. "We really don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

She nodded keeping up her gentle stroking along his waistband. He watched as her eyes travelled over his body avoiding looking at his evident arousal for awhile.

"Baby it's okay to be scared." He told her lifting a hand to tuck a stray strand of fiery auburn hair behind her ear.

She looked at him then with an expression that for all its' being terrified was so filled with love and trust that it took his breath for a moment.

"I shouldn't be scared when I'm with you." She whispered so quietly he almost didn't catch it. "With you…there's nothing for me to be afraid of."

Harry looked on as she gazed into his eyes and grew determined. He knew the moment she was going to reach out and touch him and yet it still didn't prepare him for the shock of feeling her hand against him.

"Oh Gods." He sighed, realizing then how much it must have taken for Ginny to lie there and let him take the lead.

She moved her hand over him tentatively at first and Harry nearly groaned with the mix of pleasure and frustration that came with wanting to let her move at her own pace and wanting to take matters into his own hands. It felt so damn good for her to be touching him there. It was amazing to realize just what he had been missing for so long and to know that now it would only torment him all the more while she was away. He could now sympathize much more fully with Ron's predicament.

A sudden empty feeling overtook him as she stopped suddenly and looked at him questioningly.

"What is it baby?" He managed to gasp.

She hesitated for a second before asking shyly,

"Is it ok to take them off?"

Harry took a deep breath before answering her.

"Yeah, if that's what you want to do."

Ginny didn't answer but merely hooked her thumbs into the waistband at each of his hips and pulled down. Harry groaned as his erection sprang free of its' former confinement and lifted one knee at a time to allow her to remove the fabric completely.

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Ginny knew her expression must have been something to see because she was feeling about a million different things at once as she stared down at him. Her heart was beating wildly and her hands along with her arms and her legs were shaking like mad. She was somewhat in awe of him she had to admit. She had heard her brothers and half the guy population at Hogwarts talk enough about their male assets to know it was a matter of pride to them to be bigger than one another. So it struck her as amazing that Harry had never said anything, that she'd heard of, to even hint at how well equipped he was.

She realized she was staring and she blushed crimson. How stupid of her to be sitting there letting her mind wander when he was positioned over the top of her and waiting for her to…uh, get on with it she supposed.

Harry chuckled somewhat at her blush.

"That terrible huh?" He teased sounding hoarse.

His joking helped her relax a little.

"Quite the opposite actually." She smiled softly. "It's that impressive."

"You do wonderful things for my ego Love." He whispered lightly, chuckling a little.

Ginny looked up at him amazed that he could hold himself up above her and let her scrutinize him as she was doing. She would probably have already turned a bright shade of red and tried to hide beneath the covers.

She smiled as she thought of what it took for him to be so open with her and, pulling his face down to hers, she kissed him. In a rare moment of her taking charge she forced his lips apart and stroked his tongue with her own. He groaned and she smiled against him, reaching out simultaneously to take him into her hand.

His, "Holy Shit," was met simultaneously with her, "Merlin Harry."

She had never felt something so incredibly soft in her life. His skin was like satin and the feel of it caused an immense amount of heat to rush through her body, to pool in her abdomen. She glanced up at him and saw that his eyes were closed and his breathing was coming in gasps.

She stroked him softly and a bit awkwardly using her fingertips not really sure what would feel right to him. She let herself explore him a bit learning how each part of him felt and wondering all the while at how amazing it was that he was letting her do what she wanted.

His strangled sounding, "Please Gin," caught her off guard and she looked up at him questioningly.

"You've got to do it harder than that baby." He breathed roughly. "You're killing me."

Ginny frowned slightly unsure of what he wanted from her. She looked up at him curiously.

"Show me how." She pleaded quietly.

Harry groaned in pleasure or pain she wasn't sure but he managed to lift his left hand up off the bed for a moment to help her place her right hand firmly around him. She was slightly surprised, even though her hands were uncharacteristically small, that she couldn't close her hand about him and that her middle finger and thumb still remained an inch or so apart. He showed her how to work her hand up and down the length of him for a minute saying softly,

"Just like that baby."

Then he placed his hand back on the mattress and watched her with half lidded eyes, his expression one of immense pleasure.

Ginny suddenly felt overwhelmingly powerful. She literally held him in the palm of her hand and he was willing to surrender to whatever she wanted to do to him. The feeling was very nearly intoxicating. She had just begun to find a rhythm that he seemed to like, evident by his groaning aloud and dropping his head to claim her mouth with an extreme amount of intensity when she heard footsteps thundering up the stairs.

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Authors note... well there you have it. Sorry to leave it off like that but...well, we wouldn't want them getting carried away now would we? Anyway i hope you all liked it, sorry if i made any huge mistakes in grammar or whatever. I'm not sure what i want to put in the next chapter other than I think Christmas. If anyone has anything they've been curious about feel free to let me know and I'll see if I can work it in.

Thanks again and let me know what you thought!