This is my first every fanfic so please bare with me. (I've added some things here and there, nothing huge really, but I've tried to change the spelling mistakes. which is hard when its you thats been making them)

Disclaimer:

I don't own Harry Potter, or any of the characters (except Lexis)I've used but the plot idea is all mine

"I love you Ginny, you do no that right."

Ginny rolled over into a sitting position and starred into Harry's eyes. She smiled as a flicker of worry passed through them.

"Of course I know you love me," she kissed his lips lightly and lent her forehead against his, "and I hope you know I love you to."

He smiled broadly and pulled her into a hug. Wrapping his arms around her waist he pulled her onto his lap and kissed her all over. He loved the feel of her skin under his lips, each kiss gave him hope. Harry was glad that she had decided to ignore him and fight for them to be together. It had been just under a year since he'd given in and it had been the best of his life. At the back of his mind he knew that it could end at any moment, that he would have to fight any day now, but he didn't care. For now he had Ginny in his arms and she loved him.

Carefully Ginny pulled away from him and slid back onto the bed. They spent many ours sat in there just being with each other but every time they just feel asleep Ginny could feel the pull in her gut getting worse. She loved Harry so much, she needed him so badly but she didn't want to push things. She had managed to get him back that should have been enough for her, but then again nothing with Harry would ever be enough for her. She wanted everything about him to be hers, just as she wanted to give him everything. She'd never really seen herself as being possessive but when it came to Harry she just couldn't help it. Ginny wanted him to be hers and she knew he wanted to same thing, she just wished he'd act on the want.

She watched his green eyes flash around the room as he searched for something and once again felt her love growing. Every time she made eye contact she felt her heart swell. Ginny had never been one to be all soppy but she couldn't help it with Harry. He seemed to bring things out of her that no one else could. He did things to her that she knew no one else in her life could ever do and she loved that. She loved the fact that Harry was her everything and she wanted it to be that way forever.

As she lent back against the head board Harry bent to retrieve a pair of pants he'd carelessly thrown on the floor. As a spasm of pain rippled through him he straightened abandoning his retrival.

"Right that's it let me have a look."

She grabbed his jumper and pulled him onto the bed, he tried to protest and squirm away but under her stern gaze he gave in. Harry had taken a nasty slash to the back just below his shoulder blade a few days ago in what he called a minor fight, and after refusing to go to St Mungos had settled for having it bandaged and healed by Hermione and Mrs Weasley. Ginny didn't doubt her mother's skills, she had after all had to contend with Fred and George, but she still worried over him. Any injury, if it slowed him down, could be life threatening.

"Its fine Ginny there's nothing else that can be done," he said trying to pull out of her grasp again, failing miserably.

"Well it would have healed long ago if I'd of had my way," she grasped his jumper and pulled it over his head before he could protest anymore.

Carefully she inspected the bandage through his shirt; at least it wasn't bleeding again.

Ginny even managed to get him to take his shirt off, after much protesting on his part. she supressed the sigh she had been about to release, his body truly didtake her breath away.She had seen him many times without a shirt, but they had always been with someone else when it was happening. Mainly her mother as she patched him up for the umpteenth time. But as she sat behind him on the bed now things were different, they were alone with no one to tell them off for the way there were acting. It took everything Ginny had to keep her cool and do what she'd been intending in the first place.

She carefully checked the bandage and once she was satisfied that the gash wasn't bleeding again she wrapped it back up. But for a moment she couldn't help her self. Making out like she was still fiddling with the bandage she studied his back. She traced the many scars that crisscrossed his back lightly with her fingertips. Too many scars for someone his age but there was no stopping that, it came with being the boy who lived. She hated that title, Harry was so much more than that.

"Hay that tickles," he laughed as she ran her fingertips down a scar that happened to run across his spine.

"Oh I'm sorry," she flustered pulling away slightly blushing.

Harry caught her hand as he turned, pulling it towards his chest, "you know the worst scar I have you can't see."

He placed her hand over his heart and she felt it beating under her fingertips.

"And what's that?" she asked as she traced circles on his chest with her fingertips.

He cupped her chin in his hands and pulled her eyes up to meet his, "the one from my heart being torn in two when I thought I'd lost you."

Harry pulled her to him carefully laying her down on the bed and kissed her deeply. He slid his hand under her top and caressed her stomach gently. Ginny moan as he ran his fingers along her skin. They'd been here before, starting to fall into each other but every time Harry had pulled away saying they should wait. But now for some reason he couldn't muster himself enough to protest. He wanted this more than anything and now with Ginny lying under him he couldn't resist. Before Ginny knew what was happening they'd both been swept away in the passion of everything.

After that night they had become inseparable, choosing to be left alone rather than taking part in family activities. They'd laughed over Ron's funny looks and the knowing looks that Hermione shot them when she thought they weren't looking. But they didn't care they had each other, heart, body and soul. But for Ginny that would be torn apart soon. Harry would be ripped from her less than two weeks later. She clung to the memory of that time though for dear life, it was the only thing to get her through a day. She preyed she would have that again, that her life would be as perfect as then. Their perfect time together.