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It was nearly midnight, and though the other occupants of the Burrow were surely sleeping, Harry and Ginny had much more important things to do. After the entire day spent under the watchful gaze of Molly Weasley, all they had was these few moments in Ginny's bedroom, where all their needs for a peaceful conversation were suddenly forgotten in favour of more enjoyable things one can do with one's mouth.

Harry would sneak in Ginny's room every night and Ginny would greet him dressed in worn-down pyjamas that left too much to imagination. It never occurred to Harry to complain though. He was more than sure, that in this delicate time, when Fred's death was still fresh in everyone's memory, a horny boy with straying hands was the last thing Ginny needed. Not to mention that Harry felt he was overstepping his bounds at any rate. Molly and Arthur invited him so kindly to stay with them until he found a place to live. He couldn't even imagine the disappointment they would certainly feel if they found him sneaking around their house to spend time in their only daughter's bedroom. The Weasleys were aware of Harry and Ginny's relationship and it was a display of confidence to allow him to stay in the same house as his girlfriend. Harry couldn't help feeling he was breaching that confidence horribly.

However, all thoughts of Molly and Arthur Weasley had a tendency to fly from Harry's mind when he was sitting on Ginny's bed with her placed on his lap, and the enticing sent of her flowery shampoo filling his senses.

"We ... mmm ... we have to go to bed ... really," Harry managed to breathe out between kisses.

"What do you call this?" Ginny stopped nibbling his lover lip, and trailed a line of kisses along his cheek, pausing when she reached his earlobe. She wrapped her tongue around it, sucking on it lightly, and then tugged it with her teeth, making him shudder.

"I mean ... I have to go to my bed," Harry replied regretfully, hugging her small frame more firmly, effectively contradicting his previous statement that he should leave. One of his hands was blissfully placed on Ginny's back, touching the smooth skin there � smoother that he ever imagined a skin could be. His mind was quite stuck on pure wonderment that Ginny didn't chastise him for putting his hand there. On the contrary, she had moaned and shuddered, leaning into his touch, and curving her spine, a display Harry would have certainly liked to see again.

He really needed to leave, to resolve a growing problem, so to speak. Ginny shifted in his lap a little, just ... so, prompting him to articulate the most embarrassing sound. The fact that her lips lowered on that place on his neck, just between his hairline and his ear, didn't help matters.

"You don't have to go," she whispered, the warmth of her breath on his neck making him shudder. His leg twitched as did something else, and Harry couldn't delude himself that Ginny didn't feel that. Torn between embarrassment and arousal, he regretfully pulled his hand from the warm place beneath Ginny's shirt, and moved his head a little so she would stop her ministrations and look at him. She did just that, her eyes wide and her lips puffy. She was breathing heavily and even by the faint light of a single candle, he was mesmerized by her intense gaze.

"What?" she asked quietly, mindful not to wake the other occupants of the Burrow.

Harry swallowed and closed his eyes, finding some determination within him. "I have to go now. We have to get up early tomorrow, remember? If you look like you didn't get any sleep, your mother will insist to go with you at the station."

Ginny looked away for a second, her expression more sombre. The Weasley family was a tight knot lately. Molly was scarily protective of the trio that lived in the house during the summer. But Ginny was leaving for Hogwarts tomorrow and Ron and Harry agreed they�d rent an apartment together. Though it made them both sad that they'd be leaving Molly and Arthur alone, it was time to move on.

Ginny was staring at the candle, its flickering light reflected in her eyes, and danced on her hair alluringly, picking through the gold strands in the mass of red, making Harry feel compelled to touch the red locks. She closed her eyes and leaned into his touch, but then she fixed her gaze on him.

"You could stay here," she whispered.

A thousand scenarios exploded in Harry's head, but he forced himself to calm his rapidly beating heart. She just couldn't be suggesting what his mind hoped for; it was much more likely she just wanted his company or something to that effect.

"Ginny, I can't. What about your parents?" he tried to reason.

She cocked her head, giving him an odd look, and then she cleared her throat. "Mum is on the Dreamless Sleep Potion. She has been for a while. She won't catch us."

"Still, we shouldn't," Harry insisted. He really needed to get out of here. He shifted on the bed a little; the feeling of Ginny's body so close to his, was driving him insane.

Ginny licked her lips and Harry swallowed thickly, his gaze following the movement of her tongue, and entranced though he was he still noticed that Ginny's fingers undid the top button of her pyjamas. Amazed, he didn't even think of resisting, despite his earlier thoughts, as she looked at him and took his hand, guiding it beneath the fabric and placed it on her small round breast.

He had touched her breasts before, through her clothes, but this was incomparable. The silky feel of her skin and the pleasant warm weight, were inspiring feelings in him that could surely enable him to conjure a Patronus at this instant.

The next button undid itself helpfully, giving Harry a clear view of her pale skin, tinged with gold on the candlelight. His thumb moved in slow circles on its own accord, and then Ginny moved it towards the pink flesh of her nipple, which hardened almost instantly at his touch, making both of them draw a quick breath.

An amazed Wow emitted from his mouth, and Ginny laughed nervously and somewhat breathlessly, making her breast jump a little in his hand, and a sudden twitch in Harry's pants reminded him he was about to leave, which, in retrospect, was the worst idea he ever had.

"Take it off," Ginny said in an odd husky voice that sent a shudder down his spine. With great effort, he tore his eyes from his circling thumb and looked at her dark eyes.

"What?" he asked dazedly, leaning in to kiss her lips, not waiting for an answer. Swept with some feeling that he couldn't define, but that set his entire being on fire, he plunged his tongue more forcefully in her mouth, unconsciously placing his hand on the back of her neck, so he could move her head and adjust the angle of his kisses. She moaned in his mouth, responding eagerly, and buried her hands in his hair, pressing him closer with as much force as he pressed her.

It took quite a while for them to separate and they ended up breathing heavily, staring at each other. Ginny's top was lowered to her waist, the material lingering around her elbows, and Harry honestly didn't remember doing that. Her hair had fallen forward, covering her body from his gaze, and he reached out, sweeping the red locks gently out of the way, to expose her breast � not seeing them for five minutes, made him miss them terribly.

She cleared her throat, sounding amused, and Harry looked up quickly, realizing he was staring. He felt his cheeks heat up as he apologized. "Sorry," he mumbled, regretfully pulling her pyjama up to cover her.

"No!" she stopped him suddenly, appearing quite confused. "I want ... don't you want ...?" she sounded nervous, perhaps even hurt.

Harry's mind reached to a screeching halt. He could do little but stare in her in shock. "You want to ...?" he managed finally. "Isn't this too soon?" Even as he said that, he whished he could slap himself. He wanted this for almost two years, why was he refusing it now? What was wrong with him?

"Soon?" Ginny whispered in bewilderment. "That's the last word I'd use," she said, covering her torso with her pyjamas, looking a bit self-conscious, and Harry's wish to slap himself intensified. He reached out to grab her hand.

"I do want to!" he assured her quickly. "I just ..." He took a moment to collect his thoughts. He just what? Something about this was bothering him, but he just didn't know how to express it. "I feel ..." he tried to explain, "like I missed out a lot, and now I have this chance to enjoy it � slowly. You and me � we have so much time ahead of us, and I just want to freeze every second of it; I don't want to rush it."

She gave him a long look and Harry feared that he said the wrong thing again, but she smiled and placed a hand on his cheek.

"We do have time, Harry. I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to worry about that," she told him with a serious look in her eyes. Harry wanted to protest and explain that wasn't something he was worried about, but then he realized � that was exactly what he was worried about � that somehow, he would spend this newfound happiness quickly, and some unforeseen event would take Ginny away, and with her, this happy feeling that gripped his heart in an unfamiliar but wonderful way. She shook her head at him. "I don't think you know how to be happy."

"I'm learning." He smiled, taking her hand in his and kissing her knuckles.

"If you don't think you're ready � that's okay, I understand," she assured him. "I'm sorry. I didn't even think about how you feel."

It was then that it struck Harry what he was refusing, and terrified though he was, the fact that he wouldn't see Ginny for months, pushed the fear away. "I think I'm being really idiotic. It's a condition. I think there's no cure," he said miserably, and she smiled at him fondly. In the face of that smile, Harry reached a decision. "Well, maybe there is a cure." He leaned in and captured her lips. His hands trailed her upper arms, pulling the material of her pyjamas, down and away.

He reached for her breasts immediately, cupping them gently. She moaned in his mouth, and intensified the kiss, thrusting her tongue in his mouth, causing a surge of pleasure to course through his body.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a voice that sounded very much like Hermione, huffed at him. He freed his lips a little, reluctant to move them completely away. "Contraceptive potion?" he asked, determined not to blush.

Ginny did blush, however, and move away a little. "Er ... I already took it."

"You scarlet woman!" he exclaimed. "You planned to seduce me!" He couldn't stop himself from grinning widely.

She lifted her chin with some dignity. "Possibly." She looked at him through her lashes, trying to appear coy, but ruining the effect with excessive blushing. "Is it working?"

"Amazingly so," he confirmed enthusiastically. "Can't you see you're reforming me from being a total prude?"

She smiled, but then bit her lip, and said hesitantly, "Not that it's any of my business, but ... you didn't ... with Cho?"

Harry's eyes widened. "Cho? No, I ... no!" He shook his head quickly, but then paused. "That's very uncool, isn't it?"

"It's not," she said laughing. "But she said some things," at Harry's horrified look, she hurried on, "complimentary things."

Bewildered, Harry explained. "We kissed once, that's all." He paused, blushing. "I'm falling deeper into that pit of uncoolness, aren't I?" Harry inwardly cursed his blabbering mouth. There was no need to confess that to Ginny. She seemed delighted with this piece of information, though.

"Good, them it's all new for both of us," she said happily, clearly relieved with the revelation that Harry and Cho never did much. Harry felt relieved as well, after all Ginny just confessed that she wasn't experienced either. In all honesty, he always supposed that, but it felt good to hear it.

"You should take your clothes off," she said suddenly, sounding practical, but looking increasingly nervous. She got up from his lap, taking all the heat with her. She stood a little away, her arms crossed firmly across her chest and her hair placed a little too strategically in Harry's opinion.

"So should you," he said, miffed with her sudden briskness, and felling somewhat self-conscious.

She considered him for a moment, and then looking resolute, took of the bottoms of her pyjamas. She stood in front of him in only her knickers, and Harry forgave her immediately for her sudden movements and odd behaviour.

"Red," he managed, staring indecently.

"I'm out to seduce you, remember?" she said with some amusement. Harry could only hope that he wasn't drooling. "Harry ..." she prompted. "Your turn. Need help?"

Blinking owlishly, Harry managed to divert his gaze towards her face, and then realized he wasn't being very constructive. "Yes," he answered, but then realized what she asked. "No!" he said quickly. "Better not." Ginny helping him undress � touching him � was not a good idea. He would mess things up as it was � he just knew it.

He took off his shirt, pushing his embarrassment away, and looked up when he went to put it on the chair next to a small table. Gwenog Jones winked at him from Ginny's wall. Annoyed, he took out his wand and waved it at the poster, muttering, "Obscuro."

Ginny giggled. "But I think she liked you!"

Harry threw her a glare, which was actually very difficult, because the candlelight was painting her skin gold, and there was a smattering of freckles on her stomach, that were simply begging to be licked. "Harry ..." Ginny said exasperatedly though slightly out of breath.

He tore his gaze from her and reached for his shoes and socks, taking them off quickly, his jeans soon following them on the floor. He completely forgot his embarrassment; knobbly knees be dammed in the prospect of touching Ginny.

He looked at her expectantly, and she returned the look. "Those too." She pointed at his boxers.

Harry really wanted to complain, but it seemed awfully childish to do that at the moment. He should be more confident, and suave or something. Summoning his Gryffindor courage, he quickly took of his boxers, with a minimal blush on his cheeks. He felt a ridiculous urge to cover himself after Ginny stared right there for what seemed like hours.

"Um ... Ginny?" he asked tentatively.

Ginny looked at him with a start and then blushed crimson. "Sorry," she muttered, hugging herself tightly and lowering her head as though she's trying to shrink on the spot.

It was only then that Harry came to a startling revelation � Ginny was embarrassed and nervous as much as he was. Suddenly he felt like a complete idiot. Ginny displayed a great talent for putting on some typical Gryffindor bravado, but she was no more experience than he was. That was a warming thought � that they're starting this together on equal ground.

He walked towards her, refusing to think of his nude state, as well as his throbbing cock, and put both of his hands on her shoulder, lowering his head a little, so he could whisper, "Hey."

Ginny looked at him with difficulty, and bit her lip.

She looked so nervous and ... scared, Harry's heart skipped a beat. "Ginny, we don't have to �"

"No, no," she said quickly. "I want to. It's just ..." She bit her lip and gave a nervous laugh. "I don't think that will fit."

Harry blushed, the thought of his cock fitting in ...

Merlin, he gulped.

"I guess we should just ... try it," he managed to say.

She nodded jerkily. "Um ... you should ... I mean, I should ... because I heard ..."

"Ginny ..." he tried to say something to calm her down, but she recovered quickly.

"Go sit on the bed," she said, pointing at the bed unnecessarily.

"Er ... okay." He turned and walked to the bed, looking up as he sat, only to catch Ginny as she lifted her gaze quickly, blushing.

"Nice arse, Potter," she said somewhat boldly.

Harry didn't have much time to feel embarrassed, because suddenly Ginny was standing, and then kneeling before him. His cock twitched, and Harry stilled, feeling bewildered with Ginny's current position.

"It likes me," Ginny commented, smiling and staring.

"It does," Harry confirmed, not really aware what he was saying. "Um ... Ginny, what are you doing?"

She looked up at him, adopting a determined expression. "You should ... have an ... orgasm first. Then, later you'll last longer." Her expression wavered. "Or so I heard. I ... I don't know ..."

Harry's mind went completely blank, but Ginny was looking at him expectantly and nervously, so he said the only thing that came to mind, "Okay."

"Do you want me to ...?" Ginny asked, and Harry wanted to ask what, but then Ginny's hand moved and suddenly soft fingers were touching him. Oh, wow.

She looked at him worriedly, and Harry realized he just made an odd choking sound. "Is that okay?" she asked unsurely.

Harry managed to nod, and then gasped again as she wrapped her hand around him. Oh, wow! That was so ridiculously incomparable with touching himself.

"Harry?" Ginny whispered and he opened his eyes not remembering he closed them. "Show me."

Staring at her, processing her request slowly, he covered her hand with his and moved it slowly as she followed the movement. Oh! This won't last long, he thought in panic. He wanted it to last forever. The softness of her hand, the warmth ... it was incredible.

He tried not to look, because looking meant this would be over too soon, but he couldn't look away from Ginny's face. She stared fixatedly at their joined hands that moved along his cock with increasing speed.

Harry felt dizzy and he shivered even though it was incredibly hot in the room, he stared at Ginny's lips that parted slightly, and came closer, and then amazingly, Ginny stuck out her small pink tongue and licked the head of his cock. Harry almost screamed.

"Shh," she said quickly. "Silencing spells can do only so much," she scolded and Harry realised he did scream.

"What ...?" he panted out.

But Ginny already moved again, and licked him more firmly. "That's not bad," she said, sounding very relieved, and then there was incredible warmth around Harry's cock, and seeing Ginny taking him in her mouth was too much for him. He managed to shout out her name before his eyes rolled back and the world turned blindingly white, and Harry felt he let out a whole life's worth of frustration.

He came to himself slowly, feeling as though somebody ripped him from heaven, only to see Ginny wiping her face self-consciously.

"Oh, God. Ginny, I'm so sorry." He scrambled for his wand, but Ginny found it first and cast a Scourgify on herself. "I ... couldn't. I'm sorry." He felt so miserable. He just knew this would happen and he would ruin everything. "I'm �"

"Harry, it's okay. I wanted you to �"

"I just couldn't hold off, and �" he babbled like an idiot.

Suddenly Ginny stood and grabbed his hand placing it right on her ...

"Oh God!" Harry gasped. His hand was on her knickers � the red fabric was soaked through, and practically radiated heat. He swallowed.

Ginny was having difficulties breathing, and Harry suddenly got the most wonderful idea. "Can I ... return the favour?"

Ginny nodded, her breath hitching, and then pulled back a little, taking off her knickers. She stood before him, shivering, and Harry could do little but stare at the darker, but still red curls.

His hands moved on their own, and he cupped her behind gently, relishing in the soft skin there, and pulled a gasping Ginny closer to his face. He trailed a hand slowly along her thigh, touching softness and wetness, and then gently reached towards the wet curls. He looked up to make sure it was okay, but Ginny's eyes were closed and her lips slightly parted, her expression one of expectation. He parted her folds gently and caressed and probed and pushed, not having a clue about what the hell he was doing, but Ginny was making the most amazing sounds with his every move. Incredibly, his finger found slickness and warmth and he pushed it in and suddenly it was enveloped in heat and tightness, and Ginny moaned his named and shuddered in a way that made Harry's spent cock come to life. It really won't fit, he thought distractedly for a moment but soon became completely lost in the velvety skin beneath his fingers.

He was doing this all wrong; he just knew it. "Ginny?" he asked tentatively, and she looked at him with wide, dark eyes. "Show me," he whispered.

She blinked at him, but quickly enough brought her arm on his and gently placed his thumb higher from the place where his finger pushed in. He touched the swollen flesh and Ginny moved his thumb with hers in gentle circles, moaning and closing her eyes.

Harry brought his other hand up and spread her a little, feeling overwhelmingly curious, wanting to see that place Ginny wanted him to touch. Her scent was intoxicating and Harry was losing himself in it. He removed his thumb as well as hers and replaced them with his tongue. Ginny gasped out his name and grabbed his hair. Harry expected her to pull him away, but she didn't. Instead, she moaned his name as a litany. Encouraged, and amazed with the sweet taste of her, he pressed his tongue more firmly, and worked it slowly in the same gentle circles like his thumb earlier.

He felt himself grow hard again. This was amazing; the sent of her, the taste of her, the feel of her, the breathless little moans that were gradually increasing in volume. He sped up the movement of his tongue remembering to move his hand too � which was a bit tasking really � pulling out and pushing his finger inside of her, and soon she clenched around them, and there was new wetness on Harry's fingers and the flesh in Harry's mouth pulsed as Ginny gasped loudly.

He didn't stop, he didn't want to stop, but eventually Ginny whimpered and pulled on his hair, so he moved reluctantly, taking his wet hand away.

Ginny collapsed on the bed, half-lying, half-sitting as Harry wiped his chin with his left hand. He brought his right hand to his mouth and it seemed quite natural to him to suck his fingers in his mouth and wipe them clean.

"Sweet Merlin! What are you doing?" Ginny gasped, lifting herself on her elbows, apparently unaware that she was naked and in full display to Harry's gaze. Harry was pretty sure he should feel embarrassed at this point, but he only felt aroused and slightly feverish.

"You're the best thing I ever tasted," he told her in full honesty, and swung her legs on the bed, climbed on top of her, and straddled her thighs. Ginny gasped at the sudden onslaught, but her gasp turned to a moan, when Harry slammed his mouth into hers. He thrust his tongue inside and she responded eagerly, moaning, licking his tongue, and then sucking on it, making Harry burn with want.

He tore his mouth from hers moving them on her jaw, licking and biting and sucking across her neck until he reached her breast.

An awful needy sound escaped him, but he hardly cared. He pulled a nipple in his mouth, licking it with fast movements of his tongue, and then sucking it, pulling as much flesh in his mouth as he could. He moved to the next one, hearing Ginny whimper and feeling her writhe beneath him.

He should have tried this sucking thing down there, he reflected, and then decided to do just that, moving quickly down Ginny's abdomen, not separating his mouth from her skin, leaving a wet trail on her body. Those lovely freckles tasted as sweet as they looked, and he abandoned them regretfully, moving downwards.

But Ginny pulled on his hair and said, "Stop."

Feeling like somebody just woke him up, he looked at her dazedly. "What?"

"You should ... I should ... Harry, I want you," Ginny said almost pleadingly and Harry's stomach did a somersault, and his cock twitched next to Ginny's leg. He went back up, this time falling between Ginny's legs, and reality crashed into him. They're really going to do this. There was a time when he thought this was something that would never happen to him, especially not like this, with someone he ... loved.

Ginny smiled at him suddenly, with the most brilliant smile that sent a warm, fuzzy feeling through Harry's body. "It's okay," she said.

Of course it was. It was more then okay; Harry now knew he was definitely ready for this. He leaned on his elbows above her, his lips
near hers but not touching. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered.

"Don't worry about that," she breathed out, reaching down to take him in her hand and then guided him slowly towards the warmth of her.

Enjoying the feel of her hand on him, he was still not prepared at the feeling of pushing inside her. Her face contorted in pain, and he wanted to stop. "Ginny," he said unsurely.

"Don't stop," she said almost panicky, opening her eyes.

"Look at me," he instructed, and then he pushed in a bit more insistently, and she gasped, but didn't take her gaze from his as though it made her stronger.

Finally inside, Harry shuddered at the intensity of his feelings. The heat, the tightness ... and he almost died not knowing it existed. Ginny was still looking at him, breathing with difficulty, as she clenched around him almost painfully. He leaned his forehead to hers. "Are you in a lot of pain?"

"Yes," she admitted, but then hurried on, "I don't care. Harry, please, move!" she ordered or begged, he wasn't sure, but he complied instantly. His whole being was waiting for this.

He moved slowly and awkwardly, but Ginny helped a little and they found a rhythm with difficulty, not a fast one, but not really slow. Ginny moaned out his name with such need, that Harry's hips moved faster automatically, and he felt he was near. Desperate for
Ginny to follow him to bliss, he tried to hold on, but this felt too nice and soon he was gasping and spilling inside her for what seemed like forever.

He tried not to collapse on her, supporting himself on his elbow. He looked up at her, ashamed. "I'm sorry."

But she smiled at him and shook her head. "Harry, it's okay. Don't worry about it."

But Harry did worry, he pulled out gently and lay down next to her, and determinately fighting exhaustion, gathered her in her arms. "Can I?" he asked, moving his hands towards her curls.

She nodded, biting her lip. He touched her, searching for that place she showed him, finding the swollen nub, and then he moved his fingers leisurely, as she threw her head back and gave a content moan. He kept a slow place watching her face carefully, enjoying her little moans, and the way her lips parted to say his name. "You're so beautiful," he murmured in awe, not knowing whether she heard him or not, because her breathing sped up and her eyes shut tighter as she gave a long moan and shuddered for a quite a long time. She opened her eyes, looked at him dazedly and Harry stopped the movement of his hand.

"You're so useful, Potter," she said, smiling widely looking like Harry felt � completely content.

"I try," he said modestly with a silly smile on his face, but then he bit his lip. "I'm sorry. I wanted you to �"

"Harry, it's okay. Don't worry about it. We'll just have to practice," she said seriously.

Harry smiled widely. "I can't argue with that." He bent down to kiss her. They moved their mouths and tongues together unhurriedly, in a deeply sated way that made Harry feel like an adult.

"I'll miss you," Ginny breathed out when they parted.

"I'll visit," he promised.

She accepted his promise with a nod, and then said reluctantly, "You should go to your room."

Hating the fact she was right, Harry leaned in and kissed her again. He had to tell her, he thought, as he pulled back and she sighed, how much this meant to him, how perfect it was, how he never thought something so wonderful would happen to him, but no clever words came to him.

"Thank you," was all he managed to say.

She giggled. "For what?"

Harry considered. "For existing."

She laughed again, looking at him with warm, brown eyes. "You should thank my parents for that," she told him.

"I will," he said firmly.

Suddenly, he felt ready for so much more. Ginny was right � this was something that would last, and he didn't have to worry about rushing in � this was long overdue. It

seemed natural to him at that moment, to plan to buy Ginny a special gift � in form

of a ring.

"What are you thinking about?" she asked, ruffling his hair.

He gave her a wide smile. "You'll find out on your first Hogsmead weekend."
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