Disclaimer 1: I'm not JKR.

Disclaimer 2: despite the possibly misleading title, this isn't crackfic. Or completely raunchy. Mentions of sex are in store though. So don't read if you're going to get your knickers in a twist about it.

This is a companion piece to my R/Hr centric ficlit entitled "Harry and Ginny Are Really Shagging" which also is written by me who isn't JKR and also is not crackfic or raunchy. Reading "Harry and Ginny Are Really Shagging" I think makes this story make a little more sense, but both can stand alone pretty well too.

They've missed one another. It's really that simple. They find time to be alone together, because they haven't had stolen moments like these in over a year. He's missed the sound of her voice, the way her eyes get brighter when she talks about new quidditch moves, or the latest Weird Sisters album and she's missed his easy laugh, the way he smiles wistfully when he hears about new sweets being thought up to entice Hogwarts students, and the way his hand fits against hers.

And she doesn't realize it until she kisses him again, for the first time in what feels like ages, that she misses the pressure of his glasses against her nose.

But she's really missed kissing him too. She's missed kissing him, not because he's just so good, so caring, so giving, so brave and wonderful, not for any of the things he's done but because he's Harry. Just Harry, not the Boy Who Lived, or any of the rest of it. Just Harry.

So they kiss. A lot. She finds herself surprising him with little unplanned excursions to the paddock where they used to play quidditch. Sometimes they get to the shed that has the broomsticks, but they rarely fly. Instead, they usually hold each other, or lie in each other's arms in the sun. Sometimes she'll lie on his stomach, other times he'll lie on hers and together they'll stare at the sky, marvelling at the world that still is thanks to them, thanks to him, really, the sky that still shines so blue, and the time they have to stare at it, and drink the sun rays (and each other) in.

They are not shagging. Not yet at least. Ron is the first to start insinuating that their common disappearances means they're doing the deed, but soon it catches on. With Ron, he doesn't seem to know whether to be offended, confused or angry.

Percy pretends he doesn't hear this sort of thing. Bill remains goodnaturedly oblivious and aloof about the murmurings of other Weasley brothers. George is perhaps, the only one who finds the whole thing more amusing than a pack of fourth years trying to lasso a pair of blast-ended skrewts. He laughs and laughs the first time Ron mutters, "shagging my sister" and it's the first time they've heard him laugh since Fred. He teases Harry mercilessly about it. Ron still retains his friendship with Harry, but says he reserves the right to complain about any mushiness, and any hanky panky in public.

Harry seems mortified by everyone's assumptions. "We're only 17 and we've only been back together a month!" he exclaims one afternoon as Ginny lies with her head in his lap and he contents himself with running his fingers through her hair.

"Half of us is only 16," she tells him absentmindedly.

"Exactly!"

She grins. "You're almost 18 you know. And I'm almost 17."

"Yes but-"

"Not that that necessarily means we need to start going at it like rabbits, mind you," she amends, when she can feel Harry getting worked up. "Just stating the facts. We'll both be of age. It's no one else's business what two consenting adults do."

"Right," he says blushing. Ginny adores the way his face flushes, when he talks around the subject of sex, the Harry Potter who always seemed so confident to her otherwise, is apparently rather shy about sex. It's partly for this reason she doesn't mind her brothers assumptions. And partly because she knows it generally makes Ron's head explode on a daily basis, and dang if she doesn't enjoy watching that happen.

So when Ron goes to Australia, Mrs. Weasley mutters "wonder why..." to herself and Ginny whispers, so only Harry can hear, "to shag Hermione."

He spits out his tea and chokes on his toast, but the mess is worth it to hear that kind of laughter from Harry Potter again. They can't look at each other the rest of breakfast or risk another round of tutting from Mrs. Weasley and Harry choking again, but as soon as the meal is over and they escape to the garden, the both let out wave upon wave of laughter, which is only interrupted by the awkward pause in which they both ponder the thought of Ron and Hermione getting naked together, and they shudder with the distinct unease that that mental picture gives them both.

"You know he's wild about her," Ginny tells Harry later when the laughter has subsided and they've decided to go for a walk.

"Yeah," Harry nods, entwining his fingers with hers. "I know."

"Has been since his second year, I reckon."

"Probably."

"The prat."

Harry laughs appreciatively. She loves that he laughs easily. After everything, Harry Potter loves laughter the most.

"Better late than never I suppose."

He nods and those words hang on the air. They both know, it very well could have been never for them. There were a number of things that could have happened that meant they'd never be able to be young and in love. They were extremely lucky.

And suddenly, Ginny is struck by the idea that life is very very short and that, indeed, getting naked with Harry sounds like a lot of fun and is very high on her bucket list.

She kisses him, and their kisses grow, have grown back to what they were before he'd left to hunt horcruxes, searing, searching connections of their lips and bodies that leave them both breathless, Ginny flushed, and Harry's pupils so far dilated, they look almost black. He looks at her with these eyes when they hear her mother calling them back in and they stare at each other a long moment before kissing again.

She's hoping she can mark the naked Harry off her bucket list sooner rather than later. Until then, she's content to tease Ron by letting him think she and Harry are having only the wildest sort of sex and to let George laugh about the whole thing.

Details, schmetails. Harry and Ginny are really shagging. Or at least, they will be. Soon.

There was such a good reaction from "Harry and Ginny Are Really Shagging" I decided to do a bit of a follow-up from Harry and Ginny's perspective (er, a year or so later, lol). Hope everyone likes this just as much. Reviews are very much appreciated. :)