Hi guys im Puregenius77, this is my first fanfic so id appreciate any and all feed back and comments, if you hate it please tell me, because i don't know how good a writer i am and ill never know without your reviews. anyway a little bit about this chapter; everyone is still dealing with the lost of Fred and the others in their own ways, there is a little sexual imagination in this chapter so be warned, i am trying to stick to the cannon as much as i can but if i stray off in future chapters please forgive me.

A week had passed since the battle of Hogwarts and Harry, Hermione and the Weasleys were back at the Burrow, having left the school along with everyone else so the repairs could begin so as to get the school ready for the start or the next school year in five months' time.

Harry had done much since he defeated Voldemort, he had done many radio and news article interviews, had many meetings with the new "official" minister of magic, Kingsley Shacklebolt, and been to visit survivors of the battle at St. Mungo's. He had also attended many of the funerals including Tonk's and Lupin's, they had been buried together, he had had to speak at that one, which he found immensely difficult having been both their friend and their child's god father. Fred's Funeral had been the worse one because he had seen Mrs Weasley lying across the coffin crying profusely with Mr Weasley trying to comfort her whilst crying himself. He had had to hold Ginny who had been shaking so badly whist also crying in to his shoulder, witness George just sitting there silently looking anywhere but at his brothers coffin, see Ron and Hermione holding each other both crying silently, and thinking to himself that it was all his fault, they had all died because of him, many people had told him it wasn't, but he still felt it was.

He had helped repair and clean the Burrow which had been half destroyed by death eaters since anyone had last been there. During this time he had tried to get some alone time with Ginny however every time they found themselves alone together for more than a minute Mrs Weasley would appear and ask them to clean this or help fix that, she was trying to keep them all busy to keep their minds off of the funerals.

On the morning of the 9th of May exactly one week after the battle harry woke up early, staring up and the slanting ceiling of Ron's attic bedroom, he looked over at Ron who was still snoring sprawled out on his bed, as quietly as he could he got out of his camp bed and got dressed, tip toeing over to the door and crept out of the room and closed it behind him, he crept down the rickety staircase to the 3rd floor landing and knocked very softly on Ginny's door, a few seconds paced and then Hermione opened the door rapped in her dressing gown, "Harry, What do you want? its 8:30" she asked him with a rather annoyed look on her face, but before he could answer Ginny was hovering at her shoulder fully dressed with a broad smile on her face, "lemme past Hermione!" she said, Hermione looked from her to Harry then said with a rather knowing smile on her face having seen the way that had been looking at each other over the past week, "have fun" and she stepped aside to let Ginny out.

Harry and Ginny walked in to the kitchen hand in hand to find Mr and Mrs Weasley sat at the table, Molly's head was being cradled by Arthur and she was crying in to his shoulder, this didn't surprise either of them much as Molly hadn't stopped crying all week, morning you two said Arthur smiling at them, there was a big sniffing sound and then Molly said whilst wiping her eyes "I'm sorry dear's, would you like some breakfast" and before either of them could say anything she had gotten up and started bustling about making eggs and bacon, sitting down at the table Arthur said "I've got to go to work soon, it's still a big mess, there are still death eaters on the lose"

"Which ones" Harry asked, he knew before Mr Weasley answered he wouldn't tell him, Kingsley had told him in their last meeting that "it wasn't Harry concern" and that the ministry would deal with it "after all" he had said "your still only seventeen", Harry had attempted to argue but didn't get anywhere, yes he had defeated Voldemort but those had been "special circumstances",

Mr Weasley smiled at him and said "Harry you know I couldn't tell you even if I wanted to, which I don't, I agree with the minister your still too young to concern yourself with these things"

"Harry dear, there's a rather large package for you, and about a dozen more letters" Mrs Weasley said before harry could respond to Mr Weasley, whilst cracking a few eggs and pointing here wand at the bacon on the side board which soared over and half of it flopped in to the frying pan and began to cook on its own, he looked to where she was pointing with her other arm and sure enough there was a huge package that looked like it must have taken three owl's to carry it, sticking out beneath it were the letters that he had been getting daily all thanking him and wishing him well and asking for different things, he got up and went over to the package and read the tag, he knew what it was though before reading,

"Dear Mr Potter, enclosed is your order of four brand new firebolt racing brooms, we have also returned your gold as we wish these to be a gift for defeating he who must not be named, your sincerely, Trevor Twigleaf, Quality Quidditch Supplies."

"Ginny, give me a hand with this please" harry asked, Ginny got up and helped him carry the package out in to the Garden, "now close your eyes and hold out your hands" he said to her as they lowered the package to the ground, she gave him a quizzically interested look then did as she was told, Harry ripped open the package an extracted two of the brand new highly polished firebolts, he placed one of them in her out stretched hands which closed around the handle, her face split in to a smile as she felt the polished wood in her hands, "you can open them now" Harry said, and as she did so she let out a loud squeal of excitement and flung herself at Harry kissing him full on the lips, there kiss seemed to go on for ever until "het hem" Mr Weasley coughed behind them and they broke apart smiling stupidly at each other,

"Well I'll see you later on tonight" said Mr Weasley who had gone a little pink in the cheeks,

"Bye Dad" Ginny said, she was also rather pink in the cheeks,

"Bye Mr Weasley" Harry said timidly, looking rather nervously at him,

"Harry, if you're going to kiss my daughter you could at least call me Arthur" he said smiling at the two of them,

"Sorry Arthur" Harry smiled back, glad that he wasn't being shouted at for kissing Ginny, and with that Arthur walked to the gate and just beyond it, turned on the spot and vanished with a "Crack", Harry and Ginny looked back at each other and then Ginny said "ow Harry thank you! You didn't have to get me a firebolt!"

"Why?" he asked her "Am I not allowed to get my Girlfriend presents?"

She smiled at him and said "So we are back together then"

"I don't see why not, as long as Ron's still OK with it" he winked at her,

"I could care less what Ron thinks, he just a big baby" she said smiling broadly, "who are the other two for?"

"Well I got Ron and George one each as well, Ron's as a thank you for the past year and George's as well, a kind of sorry/pick me up, ow and one for me to obviously" he said holding his up,

"I'm sure George will like that, and Ron won't shut up about it, but why did you get yourself one? I thought you still had you're other one."

"Yeah, well I lost mine the night I left my aunt and uncles" harry told her "I dropped it whilst fighting the death eaters", anyway, do you want to go try them out" he asked her, needless to say she said "yes" so without having any breakfast they flew off to the orchard and raced each other round it for a while until they landed and lay out on one of the many hills and stared up in to the sky holding hands, they lay there for a while not speaking until Ginny rolled on top of Harry and kissed him once and then cuddled up to him with her head on his chest, Harry could feel her soft breasts pressed against him and his mind began to wander creating scenes in his head in which he was having sex with Ginny and she was loving it,

"Harry" she said "haaaarry"

"Mmh" he replied with a start the scene unfolding in his mind imploded as he looked down at Ginny who was still fully clothed and talking,

"Where did you go all last year?", he had known this question was coming so he let out a long breath then plunged in to the story of his year on the run, he knew he owed her that, when he finally finished telling her what he, Hermione and Ron had seen and done and where they had been, carefully floating over the part where Ron had walked out, he knew she'd never let him hear the end of it, she asked him "so, erm did you ever, you know think about me?" harry couldn't help himself he smiled at her and asked "what do you think?"

"Well I, I don't know, I thought you might have had, well, other things on your mind", she was thinking of the two boys being in a tent alone with Hermione for nearly a year and wondering if they had done anything sexual with her, "you know with chasing horcrux's and battling snatchers and giant snakes and all that"

"Ginny thinking about you was what kept me going" he said, she looked at him for a moment then said

"Really"

"yeah Ginny when we went to the Lovegood's, I stared at where the Burrow was, where you were, for a full minute hoping you might feel me looking and know I was thinking of you before Hermione dragged me back to where I was, and all the night's before I went to sleep I thought of you" this was true he had thought of her every night before going to sleep, he had been picturing her naked and stroking himself off to the thought of cumming on here beautiful face, "of what you were doing and whether you were safe of not" he didn't tell her that he had taken to watching her dot on the marauders map in case she thought it was weird, he had imagined every night her saw her alone in the girls dormitory that she was masturbating thinking of him, little did he know however that that is exactly what she had been doing, going up to the dormitory earlier than the other girls in her year and cramming 3 fingers in to her wet slit to get herself off as fast as possible.

She smiled and kissed him again, then asked,

"Are you coming back to Hogwarts to do your 7th year?" she asked

"I think I will" he said "I want to get my newts"

"Ow good, then we can use these new firebolts and win the Quidditch cup!" but she wasn't thinking about Quidditch, she was thinking what they could do in the privacy of the prefects bath room or the changing rooms at the Quidditch pitch,

"Who took over as captain while I wasn't there?"

"No one, we didn't have Quidditch this year we were all kept inside the castle"

"I bet that sucked"

"More than you know"

They lay there watching the sun rise higher in the sky just enjoying each other's company for a while longer, then the decided to head back and have some breakfast as Harry stomach had started rumbling rather loudly making them both laugh.

They got back with their new brooms slung over their shoulders to find Ron leaning on the bottom half of the door staring at the package which they had left in the garden out of which was poking the tail of a broomstick, Ron looked up as they approached him and Harry stooped down when he reached the parcel letting go of Ginny's hand and pulling another firebolt out of the parcel, he stood up retook Ginny hand and walking over to Ron "here" he said "this one's yours" Ron just gaped at him as though he had gone mad, "Really, mine, firebolt" he stammered, Harry and Ginny both laughed and squeezed passed him in to the kitchen and helped themselves to the eggs and bacon Mrs Weasley had made earlier.

Later on in the afternoon Harry took Georges broom up to his room which he hadn't come out of since the funeral, he knocked twice on the door and got "go away I'm not hungry" as a response, "George it's Harry, can I come in for a sec?"

"If you want" there was a little click as the door unlocked its self,

Harry opened the door slowly, George was sat with his arms round his knees in the corner of the room with his wand in his hand and obvious tear marks on his cheeks, "George" Harry said "I, erm, I got you a new broom, it's a firebolt" he held it up, "I thought you might like to come play some two on two Quidditch with me, Ginny and Ron" he looked rather nervously at George who was staring at the firebolt like he'd never seen one before, "I got them both firebolts too, so it would be a really fair game"

"No thanks Harry, maybe later"

"Ok, I'll just leave it here for you if you change your mind" Harry said as he propped the broom against the wall, and as he closed the door he thought he heard George start crying.

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