Chapter 1: The Night After The Wedding (Harry & Ginny's First Time)

Harry and Ginny kissed all the way to the carriage. Harry helped Ginny inside and when she was sitting, she grabbed Harry by the front of his shirt and pulled him into the carriage, kissing him fiercely. When the carriage lifted off, they paused only a moment to wave good-bye to everybody before continuing to kiss. After a while, Ginny pulled away.

"Harry, I'm so glad that we had such a beautiful wedding." She said, leaning against his chest.

"I'm glad we had a wedding," He replied, kissing her again. The continued to kiss until the carriage landed on solid ground with a soft thump! The door sprang open and Harry carried Ginny out and onto the stone pathway. When Ginny saw the castle, she gasped and said, "Oh, Harry! It's beautiful!"

"We can explore it later," Harry whispered in her ear, sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine. Instead of answering, she kissed him harder. He carried her inside and into a special room. It was beautifully decorated just like a real medieval castle. Harry gently set Ginny down and pulled away.

"You need to change into something simple," he began, "we don't want to ruin your beautiful dress." He winked at her.

"Are you going to change?" Ginny asked, walking to a door that had her name on it in gold lettering.

"Yes, I will," Harry said. "See you soon."

Ginny opened the door and immediately was drawn to the giant bed. It was big, and a scarlet color with four posts holding up a light golden cloth, almost looking like something a queen would sleep in. She took her veil, dress, and heels off, set her bouquet on the bed, and walked over to the biggest closet she had ever seen in her life. She chose a small red dress, slipped it on, and went back to the living room. She spotted Harry sitting on the couch. His back was to her, and she crept up to him and put her arms around his neck, kissing right where his neck and shoulders met. He jumped a bit, but then gently turned around and pulled her into his lap. He was wearing a robe and Ginny could just barely see boxers with small lips on them peeking out from a place where his robe had opened. He kissed her with a kind of urgency that only he and Ginny would understand.

"Harry," Ginny moaned, "don't stop."

"I won't." Harry said, kissing her harder. He picked her up and walked into a different room. He set her on the bed and then he was on top of her, kissing her neck. His hands found her back and unzipped the dress. He eased it up over her head and tossed it onto the floor. Ginny gently untied his rope and he allowed it to slip off of his body and onto the floor. He kissed his way down her neck and between her breasts, stopping on her stomach. He gently nudged her panties down and dropped them onto the floor. As he pulled his boxers down, he kissed Ginny on the mouth. She put her hands on his chest, her eyes wide.

"I'm scared." She said.

"Me, too." Harry replied, gently kissing her on the mouth. He moved outside her, then inside her. The rhythm was slower, almost relaxing. Ginny realized that she had no more room inside her; Harry took up every space in her, he filled her up. Tears filled her eyes and spilled over, dampening her hair and the pillow. She kissed him with more urgency and he altered the rhythm. Each time their bodies met, fireworks erupted in from of Ginny's eyes and her heart filled with more emotion than she had ever had in her life. She kissed Harry with the fireworks-in-the-sky, forget-your-own-name, can't-feel-your-body kind of passion. Ginny wrapped her arms around him, her nails slicing through his skin. He moaned, smiling. Their eyes met, and both knew what the other wanted. Harry slowed, going deeper with each stroke. With one final thrust, he covered Ginny's mouth with his, claiming her scream of release for his own. He rolled over her and came to rest beside her.

"I love you, Ginny," he said softly.

"I love you, too, Harry," she replied. They fell asleep, each in the others' embrace.