Harry defeated Lord Voldemort and he, along with Hermione and Ron, have decided to go back to complete their education at Hogwarts.

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Chapter 1, A Heated Heart

Harry could not believe this was the last time he would pack his trunk for Hogwarts. The last time he would fold up his invisibility cloak, letting its translucent cloth slide through his fingers, and place it in the upper right hand corner of his trunk. The last time he would be running at platform nine and three quarters with a cart full of belongings. He thought this through as he began to place all his neatly folded robes, care of Mrs. Weasley, in his trunk. He heard a muffled groan come from the bed next to him, Ron was up.

"Bloody hell, is it eleven already?" Ron said, looking at his watch. He pushed off the covers and slowly pulled his lanky body from beneath the sheets. Harry watched him walk out onto the landing, heard a pop as Ron disapparated, and then a crack as he apparated into the bathroom. This was their morning routine. Harry had already packed all his robes and things when Ron arrived back with brushed teeth and combed hair. He began to pack his trunk, but about halfway through there was a light knock on the door.

" 'S open!" Ron said, without turing around, but Harry could see the small smile forming on his face, which appeared every time he heard this light knock. Hermione opened the door and walked in.

"Ronald, you still haven't packed your trunk yet? For Merlin's sake, we're leaving in an hour! Have you been asleep all this time?"

"Nag, nag, nag, that's all I ever get out of you. We're not married, you know." Ron said this all while looking at Hermione with the biggest smile on his freckled face, which, Harry noticed, Hermione couldn't seem to help but return.

"Well Ronald, I'll help you." She began walking toward him and Harry knew it was his time to leave. He ducked out and headed down the stairs, where he ran into Ginny.

"Oh, Harry, I didn't know you were already awake." She said, catching his hand in hers. He loved when she did this. He smiled at her and pulled her close, kissing her deeply. Ginny kissed him back, her lips on his, and he could feel his heart beating like it was on fire. This is what Ginny did to him. And apparently, he did it to her too, for after a minute or so, Ginny had to pull away to catch her breath.

"Oh Harry, you're the best thing to make me really wake up in the morning." She said, blushing slightly. Harry hooked his arm around her and lifted her in one sweeping motion.

"Down to breakfast, my lady?" Harry said, looking in her dazzling eyes. Ginny kissed him on the lips and Harry felt the fire again, and had to pull away to keep from dropping her. He took this as a yes. Once down the stairs Harry gently set Ginny on her feet and lead her to the table where Mrs. Weasley had just placed a large plate full of homemade pancakes, with fresh blueberries picked from the recently-renovated garden. Once home to an infestation of gnomes, it now belonged to every fruit you could imagine. Grapes ripening on vines, raspberries bursting from bushes, peaches hanging from trees, it was perfect. It had been Hermione's gift to Mrs. Weasley for letting her and Harry stay with the them at the burrow all summer. Harry finished his breakfast and turned to ask Ginny if she needed help packing, but Mrs. Weasley beat him too it.

"Oh Ginny dear! Have you finished packing? Have you even started packing? Oh my, come along now, we better get this over with." And with that Mrs. Weasley dragged a scowling Ginny toward her room. Harry washed up his dishes then turned on the spot with a pop, and one crack later he was in his room. What he saw was too much for his eyes to bear. Ron lying on his bed, Hermione straddled on top of him, lips locked and moving, as though it were an art. Ron's hand on the small of her back, pulling her closer to him. The soft moans of pleasure emanating from Hermione. And it was all over with a crack. Hermione jumped off Ron, who stood up immediately. Both were pinker than Madame Putti's tea shop on Valentine's Day. Ron began rambling about laundry that needed to be folded and immediately disapparated, Hermione tailing him closely. When they were gone Harry shifted his weight from foot to foot, rooted to the spot, and tried not to think about what he had just seen. This had been the second time he walked in on his two best friends. Last time, he caught a glimpse of Hermione, back against the wall, eyes closed, breathing heavily and moaning Ron's name while he kissed up and down her neck and her chest, before they had jumped apart and quickly disapparated. Finally able to push these images from his mind, he ambled around the room looking for his list of books and things he would need this year. It was strange that Ginny would be in his class now, seeing as he hadn't gone to school the previous year. He picked up his list and turned as he heard someone enter the room. It was Ginny.

"Oh that was dreadful, I hate when mother treats me like I'm two, asking me if she should pack a teddy bear for me." Ginny said, rolling her eyes and walking toward him. Harry sat down his list and let her wrap her arms around his waist and pull him into one of those heart-smoldering kisses. Harry kissed her back hungrily, pulling her closer to him and cupping his hand to her face. Ginny let out a moan and then pulled away slightly, locking eyes with Harry. He knew what she wanted.

"Oh Ginny, I don't know, your mum's downstairs and we're leaving in half an hour and Ron and Hermione..." He trailed off as Ginny dragged him toward the bed. She pulled his shirt off and began kissing him again while rubbing her hands along his bare arms. She touched every part of his torso before letting her hand rest lightly on the top of his belt. She tugged at it. This is wrong this is wrong this is wrong. Harry said to himself. His belt was on the ground, he was on the bed, Ginny was on top of him. She pulled off her shirt and shorts, and Harry felt his pulse quicken as he saw the lacy intimates she was wearing. She was sliding off his pants. She was rubbing her hands on the tops of his thighs, he could feel his blood rushing.

"Ginny, I can't we...oh Ginny." He moaned as Ginny rubbed on him through his boxers. Harry sat up and pulled Ginny towards him, guiding her by placing both his hands on her hips. He still had his boxers on and she still had her lace on, however, when she straddled him it was like there was nothing there at all. She bent and began kissing him and Harry felt himself automatically pushing her into him with his hands. Ginny sat up and moaned, so he guessed he was doing it right. It wasn't even sex, and yet it felt so good. Just the pressure of her on him. He kept going, doing it harder, until Ginny was moaning so loud he had to put a muffilato spell on the door. Ginny with her head leaned back, Ginny with her eyes closed, Ginny screaming his name. He didn't stop, he couldn't stop, it felt too good. Finally he felt Ginny convulse and slow down, her breathing coming in deep and ragged. She lay next to him with her hand in his boxers, playing with him. Soon he had climaxed too, and he suddenly felt quite tired. Ginny leaned over and kissed him on the lips, deep and smooth. Harry felt guilty about what had just happened. Harry had sworn to Ron he wouldn't try anything too serious with his sister. Ginny twisted this, saying Ron only didn't want them to have sex. Harry highly agreed with this, at least. Ginny was too perfect, too pure, Harry couldn't take that from her. Harry didn't want to do what he had just done, but it had felt so amazing. Ginny got to him like that, made him do things he thought he'd never do. Ginny pointed out that they could do a lot of pleasurable things without having sex. Of course, Ginny wanted Harry badly. She told him this often, and, no matter how much Harry wanted her too, he just couldn't. He felt Ginny shift her weight and stand up from the bed. She was so beautiful, there with her hair in tangles and her body shining with sweat. Harry couldn't help himself. He stood up, walked around the bed, and kissed her, enveloping his senses in that familiar flame.

"What was that for?" She asked.

"For being perfect." He said, with a smile. Ginny beamed back at him, then began to search for her clothes. Once they both had dressed and visited the bathroom, they headed downstairs to find Mrs. Weasley bustling about the kitchen attempting to tidy things up.

"Oh, there you are, what have you been doing all this time?" Mrs. Weasley said.

"We er, were just..." Harry started. But Ginny quickly finished for him.

"I was helping Harry finishing packing, mum."

"Oh, how nice of you Ginny dear! Well then, go off and find Ron and Hermione for me! Harry, could you be a dear and help me load these trunks up before Arthur gets home?" Harry nodded and watched as Ginny headed toward the stairs leading up to the twins old room, where Hermione had been sleeping.

"Uh, I think they may be busy...in the laundry room...folding clothes. You might want to knock first." Harry said so that only Ginny could hear him. A look of realization dawned on her face, and then she looked a little disgusted, before she quickly turned on her heel and headed the opposite direction.