Disclaimer: I'm sure if this isn't the first fic that you have read then you know that drill. All I own here is the plot.. And maybe a character or two, but nothing from Harry Potter. I'm telling you this only because lawsuits are not my friend. So enjoy!

IMPORTANT AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS FANFIC IS RATED "M" THAT IS FOR A VERY GOOD REASON, SO I DON'T WANT TO HEAR ANY COMPLAINTS ABOUT THINGS BEING GRAPHIC, OR INAPPROPRATE FOR CHILDREN. CHILDREN SHOULD NOT BE READING THIS. YOU ARE WARNED.

So without further nonsense, please enjoy!

CHAPTER ONE: BACK TO THE BURROW

Harry had managed to sneak off in all of the commotion and was currently sitting on a bed in the shrieking shack staring out the window at the moon. It wasn't full, but it still made him think of Remus and Tonks. Teddy would grow up without proper parents now and Harry wouldn't wish that on anyone. He was beginning to feel his muscles aching with fatigue, but he knew that he wouldn't sleep tonight. All those people who had died! Fred! Collin! So many of them were so young, and their lives were over. He couldn't understand why he had been left alive. There was no telling how long Harry had sat there staring out that window lost in his own thoughts and regrets until he was startled by a noise behind him. He turned around quickly and pulled his wand.

"Harry, it's just me" came a calming voice from the door.

He lowered his wand and allowed Ginny to enter.

"How did you know I was here?" he asked, the only thing he could think of to say.

"I didn't. I was just looking for a place away from the noise." She responded honestly as she sat down on the bed, "but you aren't going to bother me being here." she added quickly, hoping not to offend him into leaving.

"That's good," Harry said in a tone that surprised him. He wasn't planning on leaving and was surprised that she wasn't bothering him at all.

Her face was tearstained and more tears were falling. She leaned towards him and he obliged in holding her close. His hand began to stroke her hair as they both leaned back to lay on the bed. She snuggled her body close to him, a movement that gave him a surprising chill of excitement considering the situation. His heart was beating fast, and it didn't help when she adjusted her body in order to face him. She was giving him an odd look. Without thinking their faces moved closer together until their lips met in a passionate kiss. It never seemed to end, and neither of them seemed to want it to.

Not only were they kissing each other more passionately than they ever had, but their hands were wandering as well. Harry bravely allowed his hands to reach down towards her ass, and hers to his lower back. He squeezed and she let out a little moan in response and gripped his lower back. He pulled her waist closer to his and received another low groan in return. Neither of them were thinking at all, neither of them were even capable of thinking. They finally pulled away from their kiss and looked each other in the eyes, hands still wandering. Both were breathing hard until Harry finally spoke.

"Gin, I think we're just both upset. I don't think we're…"

Ginny hushed him and placed a finger on his mouth. "no, Harry, we aren't thinking, but it doesn't matter. I need this."

Before Harry could respond, she had straddled him and removed her shirt. At that point Harry lost all ability to think or speak. He wasn't able to resist his urges anymore and he was sure that Ginny could feel the results of
her actions beneath his robes. This was confirmed when she gave a sly "ooo…" and rotated her hips teasingly sending a shutter down Harry's spine that sent him completely out of control. He sat up enough to grope her breasts and tease her nipples with his fingers caused Ginny to take in a deep breath.

He rose further and put his arms around her in order to flip her onto her back. She apparently had not expected this because she gasped as he straddled her. Breathing harder and harder, he removed his robes and allowed her hands to begin the task of unbuckling his belt and unbuttoning his pants while he continued teasing her nipples, this time with his tongue as well as his fingers. Once she had thrown his belt to the floor and completed the process of opening his pants, he stood momentarily and removed them leaving him in just his boxers. He looked at her for a moment laying on the bed and breathing so hard.

"Ginny, are you" he started, but she quickly hushed him again pulled his boxers to his ankles. He stepped out of them obediently and moved back towards the bed. Once back by her side, he allowed his hands to wander up her skirt and gently touch her inner thighs. Her hands gripped his arm appreciatively as he did this and her hips moved back and forth on the bed. A bit nervously, he allowed his hand to move slowly further upward until he felt her panties. He gently rubbed her from outside of her underwear to see her reaction. It was quite a nice reaction too. She groaned her loudest yet and began to pant in anticipation. Harry was definitely enjoying himself, and his mind was on nothing else but pleasuring the beautiful girl on the bed with him. His fingers teased the inside of her panties and he was not disappointed in her reaction. The look on her face was making him hornier and hornier. His penis was so hard that he could hardly bear it, and he could tell that her condition was not much better. Shaking, he gracefully removed her underwear leaving only her skirt. Thankfully, skirts do not cause many inconveniences.

Harry crawled on top of Ginny, still in disbelief of what was happening. Before plunging himself inside of her, however, he leaned in close and whispered in Ginny's ear "Do you really want me to be inside of you?" Her response was a hardly audible groaned "yes!" One hand holding himself above her, he moved the other back up her skirt and inserted a finger into her vagina moving it around in small circular motions. To Harry's immense pleasure, Ginny let out a loud "oh!" Her vagina was wet and warm and Harry could wait no more. He removed his finger and put both arms around Ginny so that he was gripping her shoulders from behind. He teased her lips with his head for a moment and slowly began to push his dick into her. Both teenagers were breathing harder and harder with every small movement deeper. Ginny was getting louder and Harry was grateful that no one could hear them. Once Harry was all the way inside the girl, she let out a low groan of relief. Harry grinned and pulled back so he could slam her nice and hard. This resulted in a scream of pleasure. The two got in rhythm and continued to speed up until they were both sweating. Soon Ginny felt what could only be compared to fireworks inside her and not long after Harry felt the same as he came deep inside her and collapsed into her arms. After catching their breath, they broke apart and silently redressed and sat on the bed.

It was Ginny who spoke first. "we shouldn't tell anyone about this."

With that she left Harry alone and completely dumbfounded. He got up quickly and followed her.

"Ginny!" he yelled down the tunnel, "Gin! Wait!"

His shouts were futile, because she had run faster than he had ever seen her run back to the school. He sighed, confused and decided it was best if he headed back towards the school and helped with the damage assessment and the injured.

When Harry arrived back at the school he was almost immediately plowed down by a group of witches running full speed towards the dungeons, presumably for more potions supplies. As he made his way towards the great hall he was nearly tackled once again by the same group of witches this time carrying all they could hold of herbs and small vials of liquid and a number of other items Harry recognized from Snape's potions supply room.

When he finally reached the great hall, he was hit by a wave a pain. This was not caused by the piles of dead or dying, but by a single witch who was running at full speed.

"Ginny!" Harry yelled and he grabbed her arms and pulled her into the nearest broom closet. "What was with you? Why did you just run off like that?"

Ginny looked thoroughly embarrassed and responded quickly. "Look, we need to talk about this later."

She left the closet quickly and headed back into the great hall.

Chaos ensued for some time until all of the injured had been sent to St. Mungo's and the dead, though Harry still couldn't bear to think about it, were delivered to the wizarding morgue also at St. Mungo's. Mr. Weasley and Kingsely Shacklebolt had already begun the process of notifying families of deaths and injuries. They would be doing so until the afternoon of the next day.

Once everything had calmed down and it was decided that repairs should not be worried over for at least a few days people began to head home. It was at this time when Harry realized he didn't really have a home to go to. He couldn't imagine being welcome back at the weasley's after what he had done to their son. He was pulled from his thoughts by Mrs. Weasley.

"Harry, dear, are you coming home?"

The words hit Harry like a ton of bricks right on his chest. If the situation had been different at all, he may have smiled, but as it was he just followed her out the huge doors of the school towards the gates that led off the grounds. Not far out of the gate Mrs. Weasley found a discarded hat and made a quick portkey out of it. Once home most of the Weasley family went silently to bed leaving Ron, Hermione, and Harry standing in the kitchen. Ron looked momentarily at the two of them before following the rest of his family towards the bedrooms. Hermione didn't say a word before making her way to Ginny's room to sleep on the pull away bed.

Harry couldn't bare to sleep in the room with Ron tonight so he made his way to the couch. He was surprised when he caught himself dosing off. The next thing he new it was morning, but still quiet in the house. This was a new sensation for the Weasley house. Apparently Mrs. Weasley had opted to stay in bed for once in her life. Harry sat up and stretched before wandering to the kitchen. Suddenly he was struck with inspiration.

Harry quickly set to motion. He grabbed the nearest cookbook to him. Simple Dishes For the Witch with Many Plates to Fill. Harry only hoped that simple was not an underestimation as he had absolutely no experience with magical cooking. He began flipping through the pages until he saw a picture that made his mouth water. It included a juice of a lovely color, perfectly browned biscuits, as gorgeous slice of french toast with a perfectly sized side of bacon. He glanced down the page to see that the recipe wasn't difficult at all, so he began to summon ingredients.

Once he had gathered all he necessary ingredients he followed the instructions in the recipe for preparation. Thankfully, this book seemed to be designed for beginners so it had an appendix describing all the spells necessary to complete each meal. Soon he had managed to finish the cooking and set the table for breakfast. This task was completed right in time for the rest of the household to begin stirring and start making their way downstairs.

Mrs. Weasley was the first to enter the kitchen, expected to have to half-heartedly go through the motions of preparing breakfast for her family and guests. She gasped when she saw the table full of food that she had certainly not cooked. Harry quickly filled her plate and pulled out her chair. Bewildered, she sat down. She didn't seem to know quite how to act having not spent any time at all in front of the stove. Without a comment Harry moved to the living room to heard the rest of the clan towards the table.

Everyone was quite please with the meal, and Harry was glad to know that his first magically prepared meal had been a complete success. After everyone had eaten their full, Harry stood to do the cleaning but Mrs. Weasley stopped him before he could even pick up a cloth.

"I will have none of that." She said in a stern but kind tone, "You have helped me plenty this morning Harry. I couldn't bear to not at least clean up."

Knowing how set on her routine Mrs. Weasley was, Harry opted not to argue and left intending to take a walk in the garden.

It wasn't long before he realized that he was being followed. He turned around and his wand was out before he even thought about who it may be.

"Why is it that every time I run into you, you pull your wand on me?" asked a voice from behind a tree. She slowly stepped out from her hiding place.

"Ginny" was all Harry could say. He wasn't sure what this visit was all about.

"I believe that we need to talk" was all that she said.

"I'll say." Harry responded.

She came towards him and, to Harry's pleasure, grabbed his hand. She continued to lead him further into the garden. It turned out that the Weasley's actually owned a lot of land.

"This land has been in our family for ages," Ginny explained, "When we were kids we used to pretend that there was treasure buried somewhere on the property and we would draw maps that were supposed to lead us to it."

Harry knew that she was just chatting to avoid what was really on her mind, but he chose to allow her to continue until she felt a little more courageous. Finally she stopped him in a particularly beautiful spot in the garden and turned to face him.

"Harry about the other night…. I'm sorry"

"what are you sorry for?" Harry asked a bit puzzled

"I shouldn't have pushed myself onto you like that. I wasn't thinking at all"

"Neither of us were, it's okay, but I'm glad that it happened… if you are"

She thought for a moment the gave a small smile. "I guess I'm glad that it happened. I've actually wanted you like that for a long time."

Harry smiled and pulled her in for a deep kiss.

A/N: okay so that concludes chapter one. I think it's a pretty good beginning, don't you? If so, let me know! And if not, let me know that too!