This idea just popped into my head rather late one night so i thought what the hell write it down. II know i have to other Harry Potter stories going (one finally completed) but this just came to me, another twist and way to write things, there seem to be so many really.

I hope that you enjoy this, because i know i will enjoy writing it. A little warning though, this is definitly not for the younger ones the rating is in place for a reason and it really does get into it first thing lol. hope you enjoy any way.

Ginny turned to look at Hermione who was sat on her bed, and felt her face fall. Hermione stood slowly and wrapped her up in a hug. Hermione knew instantly what the answer to her question was going to be without the other girl having to say anything. Even though Hermione no longer officially attended Hogwarts she came to visit Ginny when she had time, keeping her updated on things and helping when needed. She definitely was needed now.

Ginny shuck as Hermione led her back to her bed to steady herself. Luckily she had gotten Head Girl that year so she had a room to herself, so there was no worry of anyone bothering them. Ginny curled up in a small ball and lent her head on Hermione's lap. Hermione stroked her friend's hair and felt her worry radiate out. This was something that wasn't needed now, not with everything coming to ahead.

Harry had destroyed the last of the Horcruxes earlier that month, leaving Voldermort completely exposed. So soon Harry would have to face him and the last thing he needed was to worry about Ginny. Hermione didn't know the exact details of how this had all happened but she knew that there was only one person that could be responsible for the current situation and that was Harry. Hermione stroked Ginny's stomach absent mindly and wondered how all of this had happened.

Ginny sat at her desk in her room trying her hardest to concentrate on her work. She had become more and more distracted lately, and wondered how on earth she had kept her hands on the Head Girl position. Ginny noted that her mind wandered more than anything else now a days and thought over how she was even keeping her classes going more than anything. Ginny grumbled to herself as her mind wandered again and she gave up on her work, slamming the book shut with an audible thud. She hadn't heard news from any of the trio in over a month and she was beginning to worry. Ginny told herself repeatedly that if something had happened to Harry she would know, but it still didn't loosen the not that had encircled her heart.

Grabbing her cloak, she rapped herself up and headed down stairs to the common room. She was completely alone since everyone else was in bed this late. She hadn't been sleeping either lately, only managing to get what she barely needed to pass the day without collapsing. She settled herself into one of the large chairs near the fire place, on that she knew Harry always picked, and starred at the dying embers of the fire while her thoughts floated in every direction. Ginny almost feel from her chair as the fire suddenly burned green and out stepped a figure.

For a second Ginny couldn't register what her eyes were telling her, she couldn't be seeing who she thought this was. But slowly her mind accepted the reality of things and her heart began to race. Stood in front of her was Harry, a Harry she barely recognised. She hadn't seen him since not long after Dumbledore's death, he had disappeared on his quest and only Hermione and Ron knew where he was at all times. The robes he wore were torn all over and Ginny suddenly noticed his arms were bleeding slightly.

"Harry?" she whispered before he collapsed on the floor.

She rushed forward but he was out cold. Thinking quickly she levitated him and took him to her room. She locked the door securely behind them and made sure to sound proof the door. She didn't know why he was there but she knew he wouldn't be safe if the wrong ears picked up he was.

As she laid him on her bed she realised the full extent of his injuries. His right arm held a rather deep gash and both had small cuts all over them. She could see that he sported another rather large gash across his chest that was bleeding quiet a lot. Without a second thought she tore what was left of his robes off him and took in the damage. Minutes later she had managed to stop the bleeding with some of the healing spells her mother had taught her, but she knew he would need to rest for a good long while before he would recover totally.

When the need to fix him up subsided she sat back on the bed and took him in. She had had to remove the flimsy excuse for a t-shirt he had worn and so he now lay on her bed topless. She traced the delicate outline of the muscles on his stomach with a shaky index finger, and revealed in how warm his skin was to touch. He had built up a lot of muscle tone since the last time she had seen him, not to mention acquired a few more scars. She traced along one on his side that she knew would have been a deep cut, and knew the cut he sported on his chest now would leave a similar one. He also had a slight scar that traced along his left cheek below his eye. The silver line glinted in the candle light, making him look harder than she remembered. But as she touched it softly his features softened and he seemed to be the Harry she remembered again. Without warning her body succumbed to the lack of sleep she's had and she felt terribly tired.

After reassuring herself that the door was completely secure and leaving a note asking Mark, the Head Boy, to cover her Saturday duties she slipped into bed with Harry. She had managed to remove his soaked jeans, leaving him in just his boxers, but she barely noticed. As she slipped under the covers with him she could feel his muscles loosen, she could feel him almost give way to her. She slid in close letting all of her warmth seep into his now frozen skin. Her tiny frame fit against his perfectly and she revealed in just being with him. She loved him so much and she had worried she would loose him forever. But for now he was safe and with her and she could kid herself and think it would last forever. Before she fell asleep she kissed his lips lightly, hoping she wouldn't wake him, and then placed her head lightly on her chest. She fell asleep listening to his steady heartbeat.

Harry had woken the next day with a start. He had jolted awake but hadn't really moved. His muscles ached as he tried to move and then he realised that he was lying in a bed. He looked around the room and realised he didn't know where he was. Panic began to set in before he felt the small frame pressed tightly against his body. Looking down his heart skipped a beat. Ginny was still fast asleep curled up against Harry's chest. The memories of the night before flooded back to him and his worry subside completely.

He had been in a particularly tuff fight with a group of Death Eaters and after finally finishing them off had realised he had sustained more injuries that he had noticed. Harry had thought of everywhere that he would be safe, but couldn't conjure anything to mind except Ginny. The Burrow had been destroyed in a fire over half a year ago, and all other places like St. Mungos would have spies. All he could think of was her, all he wanted right then was to hold her in his arms and forget. He missed her more every day and he guessed in his weakened state his need had won out.

He was silently glad it had though as he looked at the sleeping Ginny. She had changed from the last time he had laid eyes on her; she was no longer a small girl, but a full grown woman. He tried not to feel her body pressed against him but it was all his mind could think of. He could feel her chest rise and fall steadily next to him, each time pushing her ample chest into his side. His body flooded with hormones that he tried to suppress to no avail. Harry suddenly became very aware that he lay there in nothing but his boxers, making the situation even worse. Scanning the room he tried to track down his cloths but guessed the house elves hadn't returned them yet.

So he settled back into the comfort of the bed and pulled Ginny to him. She sighed in her sleep and nuzzled in closer, a content look spreading across her face. Harry tried his hardest to keep his feelings under control but it was the hardest thing he had ever had to do. He was like an addict presented with the thing he craved the most on a silver platter. With a growl Harry realised he'd lost the battle and pulled Ginny roughly against him. He locked her lips in a passionate kiss and it only took her a second to respond. Ginny woke kissing Harry and preyed that she could wake every day that way. She could feel the deep need in his kiss as he pressed his lips roughly against hers.

He flipped her easily onto her back and laid on top of her, his body feeling light against hers. Ginny moaned as she felt him press against her body, her short pyjama bottoms and his boxers the only barrier between them. She wanted him, she needed to feel him, being so close was like pure torture. She'd played the scene out so many times in her mind she couldn't believe, but nothing compared to what was actually happening.

Ginny buried her hands in his hair as he kissed softly along her collar bone. Slowly his kisses went lower touching at the edge of her tank top. She moaned lightly as he lost all control and slipped his hand under her top. He caressed her skin sending shivers down her spin, and all she could think was she needed more.

Detangling her hands she slowly slid them down his back, feeling the beginnings of a slick of sweat. She shivered with pleasure as he ran his hands along her bare skin. He really was driving her crazy. Carefully he pulled her tank top over her head, making sure he only took his hands off her for the shortest amount of time. He loved the feel of her soft skin under his fingertips and he only wanted more. He kissed her chest, teasing at the sensitive skin driving Ginny wild. Ginny rested her hands on his hips slipping her fingers just under the waist band of his boxers. Harry shuddered as she ran her cool fingers over his waist, tickling him slightly as she reached his hips. Slowly Ginny slid her hands lower into his boxers caressing his thighs.

With a deep growl Harry tore her bottoms off leaving her completely naked underneath him. For a moment all he could do was stare. Here was the girl he had loved for so long, the person he had had to give up, the one thing he craved more than life itself. Just then he didn't care what the consequences where, he didn't care what happened tomorrow all he cared was that he had his love in his arms and he was going to show her exactly how he felt.

Ginny smiled up at him as she lay there. She had the feeling like she should have felt exposed, but with Harry it was different. She wanted him to see everything about her; she needed him to see her. With another deep smile that she poured all of her love into, she slid his boxers away, taking away the last barrier between them. For a moment Harry hovered there, not really sure that this was what she wanted. But as she gripped at his hips pulling him towards her he knew for sure, she wasn't just doing this because he'd hinted this way; she was doing it because she loved him.

As he slid into her Ginny let out a small moan of pain. She'd known that the first time would hurt, but she'd wanted it to be with Harry so hadn't cared. He looked up at her unsurely but she just smiled. Slowly he began to move in and out of her and as he did the pain disappeared, replaced with a pure pleasure she thought she would die from. At the same time Harry felt like his heart was going to burst from how good it felt to be with Ginny. He had played a scene similar in his mind so many times; he would come in and sweep her off her feet, telling her everything was fine and that he'd won. But he hadn't won and he hadn't swept her off her feet. He'd turned up wounded and she'd thought nothing of helping him, giving him her bed, and cleaning his wounds. He loved that more, it was real, and now as he slowly made love to her he felt at peace. No matter what happened in the war he had this moment to cling to.

The both felt the waves of climax coming together and knew they could fight it. Ginny pulled Harry close to her, wanting nothing more than to hold him as she gave way. He buried his head in her hair taking in the strawberry scent that he'd missed so much. He loved her and she loved him, all was shown in their movements. As Ginny climax came, rapping her in a haze of pleasure, she dragged Harry's out of him. His body shuck hard against her small one and she held onto him for dear life sure they'd be swept away. Then and there she didn't care, she could die tomorrow but for now she held him as he panted fresh from making love to her. Everything in her mind was going to be alright.

Harry collapsed against Ginny not bothering to pull out. He loved the feel of her rapped around him in every way. She made him feel safe and at home, something he had never really felt before. Ginny caressed Harry's deep black hair lovingly, finally feeling whole. As they slid apart, Harry pulled Ginny to his chest and she laid her head there, leaning more on him than on the bed. Their legs entwined naturally, bringing a sigh of contentment from Harry. He leaned against her soft hair and with the last strength left in his body whispered the words he longed to tell her every day.

"I love you Ginny Weasley."

Ginny smiled as she heard this, these were the only words she had ever preyed to hear before. She had known Harry had loved her, known beyond a shadow of a doubt, but it was different to hear them. Sleep threatened to take over her and she wanted to just lye there with him. As her eyelids became too heavy she kissed his chest lightly.

"I love you to Harry Potter."

And with that they slept, their world whole and perfect.

Ginny had woken later that day to find she was completely alone. She buried her head in the pillow Harry had used, that still held the lingering smell of him and sighed to herself. Her perfect world had shattered and she wished she could go back to sleep and kid herself into thinking he was there. But she felt sold without him, and the bed that she had once felt comforting seemed cold and lonely. Slipping from the bed she wrapped herself in her robe and pulled the fluffy material in close hoping to return some of the warmth she had lost back to her skin. When she sat down at her desk she couldn't help but smile. There laid a letter that she knew would be from Harry. She should have known that he wouldn't have slipped away without leaving something. She unfolded the small letter and sat back in her chair, a slight smile spreading across her lips as she read the words. Maybe her perfect world hadn't been shatter, only displaced for a little while.

My dearest Gin

I didn't want to wake you since you seemed too peaceful, but I couldn't just leave. I don't want you to think that I in any way thought that this morning was a mistake. Quiet the opposite; it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I love you Gin, I have and always will do. I promise you that I will come back to you when this is all over; you've reminded me exactly what I was fighting for when I had started to forget. You're more home Gin, you're everything to me, and I promise that I will stand by everything I mean. I will hold you in my arms one day, but for now I take with me the memory of everything we shared and the lasting feeling of your touch.

Forever yours, Harry.

When Ginny had gone to dinner that day she couldn't help but smile broadly. She didn't tell anyone what had happened that morning, which was something that she would hold in her memories just for her, something no one could touch. She did let Luna know that Harry was fine though, and that he was still fighting hard. She had questioned her where her news had come from but Ginny had just shrugged the question off. Luna hadn't pressed it knowing that Ginny would tell her in her own time, but she still couldn't shake the feeling something was going on.

Ginny had then spent the next month in a haze. Even though her mind drifted to that day more than anything else, she picked up in her classes. She even took her duties more to heart; even Headmistress McGonagall said how well she had taken the role once she was settled. Ginny smiled every time someone said something along these lines. The only reason she was settled was thanks to Harry. He'd given her something that she'd lost somewhere along the way. Hope, hope that everything would work out for the best.

But as the month drew to a close something began to bother her. She had been getting terrible bouts of sickness that would hit her all of a sudden and then be gone almost as quickly. At the end of the month there was a trip to Hogsmeade that Ginny opted to stay out of since she wasn't needed for any duties and the sickness had seemed to catch up on her. Luna had opted to stay with her, claiming that Harry wouldn't like Ginny to be left alone at any point. Ginny had grumbled at her friend, but internally had praised her. She had become one of her closest friends since Harry had left, giving her a shoulder to cry one whenever needed and somewhere to vent all of her anger.

So since it was now lateNovember they settled in next to the fire with some homework and sat quietly. Soon though Ginny's sickness kicked in again and she had to dash to the toilets. When she returned Luna looked up at her, a strange look spreading across her normally distant features. Ginny settled into the chair next to her and stroked her stomach, trying to sooth it.

"Have you talked to Madam Pomfrey about this Ginny?" the intensity in Luna's eyes shook her slightly but she smiled.

"It's alright Luna; it's just my nerves getting to me, I'm sure it'll just settle down when I get back into the swing of things."

Luna only nodded then looked back down at the book she held on her lap, "well I mean it can't be what it looks like to me; I mean you haven't got a boyfriend have you."

Ginny's head snapped up at that comment as it hit home what she was hinting at. Ginny still hadn't told Luna exactly what had happened that day, she had eventually told her she'd seen Harry, but not to the extent that she had.

"What do you mean by that," Ginny asked rather shakily preying that what her mind was telling her couldn't be.

Luna looked up at her, her eyes completely steady and slightly dreamy as always.

"Well I mean I know you're holding out for Harry. There's no possible way that you can be pregnant."

Luna looked down at her book again, her eyes clouded once again completely over. Ginny sat for a long while just starring at the girl who didn't seem to notice. But all at once panic set in and Ginny excused herself.

Without thinking she sent an owl to Hermione, demanding that she came to see her at once and telling her her fears. Hermione had arrived not more than an hour later looking more than flustered.

"Sorry it took me so long but I couldn't get away from the boys. They were with me when I got the owl and Harry was more than interested since I let slip it was from you before I read it."

She sat on the bed next to Ginny and looked into her friends deep brown eyes. She could see the panic there and all she wanted to do was sooth it. Ginny explained everything that had happened that day and Hermione slowly became aware of one great detail.

"Ginny did you, well did you," she cleared her throat not really sure how to say this to one of her best friends while having another best friend in mind, "did you us protection."

Ginny looked down at her hands that were clasped tightly and shook her head.

Hermione sighed and dove into her bag. She'd had a feeling that something like this was going to be the problem. She'd seen Harry when he'd turned up after the fight. He was clean clothed, his wounds dressed, and with a light dancing in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. Not to mention the fact that he couldn't look Ron squarely in the eyes for a week.

Hermione handed Ginny a small brown paper bag and took her friends hand," us this and you'll know for sure."

So there it was Ginny was pregnant and Hermione had to hold the secret. Ginny made her promise to keep it and to protect Harry from ever finding out. Well at least until the war was over. Ginny and Hermione were at least on the same page there, Harry needed no distractions and this was the biggest. So Hermione sat there on Ginny's bed holding her best friend who had grown to be a sister, and comforting her. God only knew how things would work out.