2. A Birthday Gift

Ginny's P.O.V.

Hermione gave him a Sneakoscope. This gave me an ominous feeling they were heading into unknown danger, enough for dark arts detectors to be necessary. At the same time I would never ask him to be any less than I knew he was. Trying hard to ignore the glares Ron was giving Harry. Honestly, grow up Ron, we were dating is it so hard to get some alone time with my one true love.

'Harry can I talk to you…'

My darling brother glares. Hermione smiles holding Ron's hand. What's going on there I wonder silently. Hermione gives Ron a look and allows me to lead Harry to my room. Harry looks around silently looking like he's just been asked into Professor McGonagall's Office for sneaking an illegal dragon out at night. Just concealing a snort at this thought.

Harry's P.O.V.

She stands there her red locks framed by the golden morning light. Looking like an angel fallen from heaven. She smiles softly at Harry.

'I wanted to give you something.'

'You didn't have to.'

Ginny with the practice she's learnt from years of putting up with six protective brothers cut across him.

'So I thought about giving you something to remember me by while you're doing whatever you're doing. Encase you run into any stray veela.'

'To be honest I think dating opportunities will be on pretty thin ground.'

'There's my silver lining.' Ginny murmurs.

She moves towards Harry so gracefully it was as if she was veela. Harry completely forgetting: Voldemort, Ron, Hermione, horcruxes, the war. All there was she and he together at last.

Ginny's P.O.V.

He had never kissed me like this not when they got together or our times alone on the grounds. I felt his hands on my back his lips on mine kissing so passionately it felt I would faint from the joy of it. My hands on his chest: his on my back. I sneak my hands up his.

'Ginny I don't think we should be doing this,' he murmurs.

'Oh shut up and kiss me,'

Pushing him on my bed ignoring the creak I pull off his top, feeling the supple muscle born of Quidditch and warfare. He seems scared. Honestly this is the boy, man, my man who fearlessly stands up to You-Know-Who but is frightened of my body. I pull my top off taking his hand allowing him to feel my chest. He moans in longing I smile. He traces the line of my bra unbuckling the strap. We are topless in each others arms. I feel my trousers slide down while pulling the overlarge jeans of Dudley's further down. I feel his feet on my legs relishing the fact that we've both kicked off our shoes and socks. Murmuring into his neck inaudibly feeling the warmth of his body I turn onto my back pulling Harry onto to me. He is breathing heavily now which is when I feel the sensation of completeness that goes with Harry. He is gentle it was more perfect than I could ever imagine it. After several long moments we pull apart remaining in his arms.

'Stay,' I murmur

He looks at me sadly 'I can't. Ginny. I am the chosen one. Please Ginny this was never supposed to happen I don't want you in danger. Ginny just promise me one thing….' He trails off looking very nervous.

'Anything.'

'If we both survive this war will you marry me?'

'Harry James Potter I have wanted to marry you since I was ten years old of course I will my lover.'

Harry positively beams at this. My lover… well there's no denying it now. Harry smiles giving me one last kiss on my forehead trying to ignore the shivers sent down my spine. He pulls on his jeans and t-shirt. He smiles at me and leaves.

At Harry's birthday tea Mum asks how his birthday has been Harry smiles and says it has been his best birthday ever is he avoiding my eyes. Yes he feels the same way that I do. Oh Harry I wish you could stay.