This is my very first story I have ever written. And a big thanks to Emy7 who inspired me (awwww applause). I hope you guys like it, and I would really appreciate reviews and constructive criticism. If you hate it, tell me why. The title is from a song from Robin Hood, 'Love.'

This is all strictly property of JK Rowling.

Thank you, and enjoy reading!

Love Goes On and On…

Ever since the war against Voldemort had ended, Harry Potter had been staying at the Burrow with the Weasley's. Though grief had filled the house for weeks after Fred's death, the house had seemed to cheer up as of late. Ginny had managed to convince her family that Fred would "not want them moping around on their arses because he wasn't there to cheer them up."

This seemed to help Mrs. Weasley get back to her usual self, insisting Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny go play quidditch, swim in the lake, or, on the not so rare occasions the four were spotted just sitting in the living room doing absolutely nothing, (which suited them just fine) de-gnome the garden.

Hermione, much to Ron and Mrs. Weasley's insistence, was staying at the Burrow for the summer. Her parents, who's memories had been put back in place, had not minded because they still lived in Australia, and rather liked their jobs as rangers.

Hermione did not need much persuasion though, because her and Ron's relationship had gotten quite serious in the past months. Countless times they had been caught in some very compromising positions, by Harry, and the other Weasley's. This apparently was helping George's grieving process, for whenever he came to eat dinner after work at Weasley's Wizard Wheezes he relentlessly poked fun at the couple. This behavior had caused much food to be flung at him by Ron. Hermione merely blushed.

This was unfortunately the same for Harry and Ginny. Though instead of being hit in the face with mashed potatoes by Ron, George was subjected to being kicked in the shins under the table by Ginny, and it was Harry who blushed.

The scorching hot days of August had come rather quickly. It was eight o'clock in the morning and already unbearably hot. Harry, wearing only boxers, was lying on his bed, that had been made up for him in Ron's room, producing a cooling charm. It began to get a little too chilly, though Harry didn't notice because his body temperature was increasing surprisingly fast do to the fact that he was lost in thought about the time Ginny had pulled him into the lake wearing merely a-

"Harry! God, what are you thinking about?" Ron exclaimed appearing at the door, shivering.

'If he only knew,' Harry thought, smiling to himself, 'He'd beat me to a pulp.'

"It's not that hot out that you have to bring the bloody temperature down to one degree!" He too was lacking a shirt but had a pair of jeans on.

"Sorry, I, er, got a little carried away," trying to make his mind think of his Aunt Marge in a bikini, rather than Ginny in those short shorts she always wore...

"I'll say," Ron said, bringing out his wand to bring the room to a comfortable temperature, "Charlie just dropped by, no doubt because of food, so he's staying for breakfast. Mum's got it ready, and we're leaving soon to go shopping…"

They grimaced. Shopping with Mrs. Weasley, Hermione, and Ginny was like sitting through double potions after History of Magic.

"Hurry up, mate. I'm hungry. And put some clothes on! Ginny'll have an aneurysm if she sees you like that…" Ron said, and he left the room.

Harry groaned and got up. It took him awhile to find his glasses, so forgetting about what he was wearing, he walked out of the room and down the stairs. He could hear laughter coming from the kitchen, Ginny's was ringing in his ears. He loved her laugh. It always cheered him up, and suddenly he didn't mind that he would have to spend the whole day shopping for their next term.

He would be going back for his seventh year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in little more than two weeks. This was Harry's dream come true. He wouldn't have to worry about Dark Wizards chasing after him. His only worry would be schoolwork and quidditch matches. Plus he would have plenty more alone time with Ginny. The Hogwarts letters had been sent out and he had gotten quidditch captain and Head Boy. Ginny had gotten Head Girl, and upon hearing this news, she had squealed and eyed Harry with a little gleam in her eye. Of course, it was well known that the Head Girl and Boy, well in this case Head Girls and Boys, Ron and Hermione had been awarded the titles as well, had separate dorms than the other students. Apparently Mr. and Mrs. Weasley knew this as well, because they had eyed each other nervously after congratulating the two couples.

As Harry walked into the room, a gasp brought him back from his thoughts. He was confused for a moment, but then Charlie spoke.

"Don't worry Harry, Ginny will get over it once you put some pants on."

"Wha- oh. Sorry. I'll go, er, put some-" Harry began. Ron snickered, and Harry glared at him.

"Don't be silly, Harry dear! You'll need to change later anyway. Besides, all your clothes are in the wash. A new muggle invention Arthur has picked up. A washing machine is it, Arthur?" Mrs. Weasley asked, "Yes. That's it."

Harry went and sat down to the left of Ginny at the table. She seemed to be a quieter than Harry was used to. "Told you she'd have an aneurysm, Harry…" Ron said.

Harry reached over Ginny to get the bacon and whispered in her ear, "Enjoying the view then, Gin?"

"Very much," she whispered back.

Enjoying teasing Ginny, he stretched, putting his arms over his head and arching his back.

'Oh God,' Ginny thought, 'Look at that six pack. Why does he do this to me??'

He saw Ginny watching him out of the corner of her eyes. He smiled inwardly. He started eating. Smugly.

'Calm down, Ginny! He's doing this on purpose… don't let him get the pleasure out of this. All he needs is some pay back.'

She put her hand underneath the table, slowly of course, as not to draw attention to themselves, and put it on his thigh. He visibly tensed. She smiled and slowly moved her hand, tantalizingly slow, up his leg, towards the exact thing that let her win at these little games the couple played every once and awhile. He suddenly had a problem eating his breakfast.

As she got closer, he whispered quietly, just loud enough so she could hear, "Gin…"

"Yes?" She whispered back sweetly.

"Y-your parents, and… brothers… and… stop…"

"Stop what, love?"

"You know what."

"Do I?"

"Mhm," unable to form words now.

"Oh… this?" She rubbed him, she knew she won. And he knew it too. It was her turn to look smug.

Harry cleared his throat. "M-Mrs. W-weasley? D'you think my clothes are r-ready?" His voice cracked, Ginny had put her hand underneath the elastic of his boxers.

"Yes, I believe so, dear." She had noticed his odd behavior. "Are you okay, Harry?"

He quickly stood up. "Oh. Yes. Fine. Great." He laughed nervously, "I'll go get my clothes now. Umm… Thanks for breakfast, Mrs. Weasley." Harry quickly walked out of the room.

"Well, I'm stuffed. I think I'll go get ready for today!" Ginny smiled sweetly and walked out of the room after Harry.

"Me too," Hermione added, "I think I'm going to go change out of my pajamas, Ron," She cleared her throat. As if hinting something.

Ron seemed oblivious, and kept eating.

"Hey Ron," Charlie said, "Hermione seems to want you upstairs while she changes her clothes," he winked at Ron. Hermione blushed and got up.

"Wha-" he looked confused for a split second, and then his eyes widened, "OH!" He got up rather quickly, and followed Hermione out of the room.

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Hope you liked it! I probably won't continue unless I get some reviews. It's not blackmail, I just don't want to keep writing a crappy story.

Mads