The Meaning of Love

Chapter 1

It was a bright, sunshiny day, and 19 year old Harry Potter was sound asleep in his bed, tangled in his blue cotton sheets, with golden rays of sunlight sparkling in his jet black hair. In the next room over, his best friend Ronald Weasley was snoring softly as he slept, curled in a tight little ball with his bright red hair hanging into his sleeping eyes. These two very different men, happened to be in love with two very different women, but both in love just the same. Harry slowly woke as he felt the side of his bed sink down and a small, soft hand touch the side of his face.

"Hey there," Harry whispered softly as he struggled to get his voice back from its deep sleep.

"Hey yourself," replied a sweet little voice, and its owner leaned over and gently brushed her mouth over his full, smooth lips. "I just stopped by to drop off some breakfast, mum had leftovers this morning and wanted you and that noisy brother of mine to have some, so I offered to bring them over," Ron's 18 year old little sister Ginny said, tilting her head to indicate the snoring coming from the next room.

"Thanks," Harry said, distracted. He was too busy noticing how much she resembled an angel in the morning sunlight.

"What's with you?" she asked. "You're not even listening to me," She sounded the slightest bit annoyed.

"Oh sorry Gin, it's just...you got a bogey hanging!" He laughed.

"Do not!" she laughed back, and slapped playfully at his broad chest.

"No but really, I was just thinking how beautiful you are," he said softly.

"Oh Harry, don't get all sappy on me," She blushed as she laughed.

"Can't take the compliment?" he joked with her.

"Oh, I can definitely take the compliment, especially coming from you," she said honestly. It had only been two weeks since their first kiss at the Burrow, and they had been sneaking to see each other as often as possible since then.

"Just wait until we tell everyone, then I can compliment you anytime I want," and he sat up and held her in a hug.

"I can't wait," she said softly in his ear, returning the hug; she really couldn't wait until she could be in his arms forever.

Ginny left before Ron woke, seeing as that he was still completely oblivious to the fact that his baby sis was having a good snog with one of his best friends. Then again, everyone else was completely oblivious to the fact that he was also having a good snog with his other best friend, Hermione Granger. They had kept it from everyone because they really didn't want to be fussed over, and they didn't want to make things uncomfortable for family and friends. It was quite funny really, that no one noticed that Ron spent more time at Ginny and Hermione's flat than his own, and that Ginny spent more time at Ron and Harry's flat than her own. Though it was a busy world, wasn't it, the world of a wizard.

Ron was working at The Ministry as a floater. As a floater, he worked in any department in which he was needed, and was quite capable in any of them with the only exception being Muggles; he wasn't too skilled in that department. Hermione, on the other hand, was studying to become a transfiguration professor. Harry, still not quite believing it even two years later, had gotten into Auror training with the promised help of Professor McGonagall.

He was just taking his lunch break in the courtyard of the training facility around noon the very same day with some friends, when he spotted a fan of gleaming, golden red hair, before it went around the corner of the glass hallway that wrapped around the courtyard.

"What in the world..." Harry muttered to no one in particular and pushed himself up off the ground, ignoring the puzzled looks from his companions. He walked swiftly across the grassy slope to the door and stepped through. Wondering where his little friend had gone, he was walking by an open storage room when wham he was being pushed into the storage room by none other than Ginny who had hid behind a nearby pillar, ready to pounce.

The door slammed shut behind them as Ginny pinned Harry against the only open wall. She gave a sly little grin in the darkness.

"Aren't you the pushy one?" Harry joked as he rested his strong hands on her hips.

"Yes, I am," she replied huskily and pressed her little body against his sturdy and toned torso.

"Good." And with that, Harry raced to her lips with his own, and Ginny sighed happily as she returned the kiss. Harry's hands pressed up on her body from behind, forcing Ginny to put more pressure against his chest. Her tingling fingers explored the wild hair at the nape of his neck and she practically fainted with excitement as his hands crawled up her shirt and rubbed her back.

"Harry, I want you," Ginny mumbled as they came up for a breath of air. His response came when he pulled her back with even more force than the first time. This was what it was about, life, to have passion and love and so many feelings inside that could burst through your swelling heart all at once, this was living. Harry and Ginny were steadily making their way through the "bases of love," as Ron called them, and had been progressing nicely since they had shared their first kiss only two weeks ago.

Ginny's innocence remained in place due to the presence of six older brothers throughout her life, and she was quite curious when it came to that issue. Harry was a bit less innocent, yet he was still curious as ever; he'd never had a woman quite like Ginny Weasley.

"Harry..." Ginny breathed softly as he moved from her lips to the little spot on her neck right above her collar bone. Both sets of hands were exploring with tenderness and passion. Ding

"Damn," Harry grumbled.

"That's the bell Harry. You have to get back to training," Ginny said sadly. She didn't want the fun to stop.

"Yeah, but don't think your getting off that easy...I'll see you later..." Harry replied mysteriously. He needed to hurry; he only had five minutes.

"Can't wait," Ginny smiled and kissed his sweet lips once more before he slipped out of the door and left her.

Weeks later

"Are you sure you want to do this, Gin?" Harry asked with a hint of fear in his voice. It was later in the week and they were about to do the unthinkable. It was funny actually in the future when he thought about this night, how he had faced Lord Voldemort and such unspeakable evil, and yet he was afraid of his own family.

"Harry, I'm sure, I'm absolutely 100 percent positive. I love you and I want everyone to know it," Ginny replied with force as she ignored the convulsing butterflies crashing around in her stomach.

"Okay, then lets go," And with that Harry slowly turned the handle on the door and gave it shove.

"Ginny! Harry! Come in dears," came Molly Weasley's excited voice as she came bustling out of the kitchen to greet them. Harry smiled as Molly hugged him.

Yeah, let's see if you hug me after you've found out I snog your daughter everyday, he thought.