Chapter II:

Later on that evening, after his night out with Ron and Hermione he headed back to his flat.

He was finally home.

The flat was completely his and it still blew his mind to think about it. It needed work. The paint was peeling and a few of the muggle appliances just needed to be switched to magical but that wouldn't take long. He had planned on finishing it during the Christmas break but he hadn't wanted to leave the Burrow; he hadn't wanted to leave Ginny and they hadn't even been together yet.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, standing up to take a walk through the flat. He was on the eighth floor of a muggle building in downtown London. It had two good-sized bedrooms, a common room, a kitchen and a huge bath. It had been expensive but he had wanted the space.

After spending most of his life tucked away in a cupboard under the stairs, he wanted as much space as he could find. He slipped his hands into his pockets and grinned to himself.

Playing professional Quidditch had its ups and downs and one of them was the travelling he was forced to do. Between the practices and the press conferences and the games and trying to steal time with Ginny, he hadn't done anything to his flat except move in. He had purchased furniture and moved it in but had done nothing else because he hadn't been home. He had spent the last six months rotating between hotel rooms, the Burrow, Sirius' house and Remus' and Tonks' cottage.

He still had so much left to do and there was no better time like the present to get to work.

Two hours later Harry really came to realize how much he loved magic. He had bought the paint and with a few simple spells the brushes and rollers had taken over. He grinned as he looked around his red and gold common room. He had wanted to keep up the Gryffindor spirit and he was pretty sure he had managed. The walls were all painted a deep gold and the trim was all done in red except for the one wall which he had flipped - the wall was red and the trim was gold. It looked pretty damn good if he did say so himself. He used his wand to dry the paint and then began to organize his common room.

He had purchased a muggle television and a DVD player so he placed it on the entertainment unit that had come with it against the one red wall. He had two big comfortable chairs and a love seat in a deep blood red colour with black and gold pillows. The girl at the department store had helped him out with his choices. He had told her the colours he wanted and she led him in the right direction. It looked pretty good if he did say so himself.

He headed into the kitchen next and dried the paint in there. The kitchen he had painted a bright blue but only because he couldn't stand it if it was white. White reminded him of the precise cleanliness of Aunt Petunia's kitchen and he didn't want that. But he did do all the trim in white paint. The whole flat had hardwood floors so that had made it easier when choosing paint. He had made the appliances magical with a few simple spells and he figured it looked pretty good. All the cupboards were the same colour as the hardwood floor and had glass on each door.

He sighed as he looked at them.

He had forgotten to buy dishes. He had pots and pans and cooking materials, just no plates, bowls, cups, glasses, or utensils. To him that only proved how little time he had spent here since he'd bought it.

Harry had decided to paint the guest room in a soft green. He wasn't sure if he would ever have any guests to use it but he thought the green was kind of neutral. He had bought a double bed, a dresser and a nightstand for the room as well as a duvet, pillows and sheets.

His own bedroom he had painted a deep forest green with white trim. He had bought a king-sized bed because again he wanted the space as well as a working desk, chair, two nightstands and a dresser.

The bathroom he had done in a dark sea blue with a lighter blue trim. The room was huge so it looked nice. The bath consisted of a huge claw-tub, two sinks on the one counter as well as a stand up shower and toilet. He liked the room in it which had been one of the reasons why the flat had spoke to him.

His flat looked great.

He checked his watch and sighed, if he wanted to get new dishes he had better hit the store now or breakfast in the morning would be a tad difficult to accomplish. Besides, he still had two hours before Ginny was supposed to come over.

It only took him forty-five minutes.

He quickly opened everything and used a cleansing spell on them before he placed them in his cupboards and drawers. It looked good to him.

He quickly added a home silencing charm to his flat to give him the full amount of privacy from his neighbours. He didn't want to hear them and he didn't want them to hear him. Not to mention that he had no idea why he hadn't done it before. Usually he just silenced the flat when Ginny came over.

Ginny would definitely be surprised to see the difference.

She had spent many nights wrapped in his arms in the big bed and she had commented more than once that he really had to get a move on when it came to his decorating, which he had promised to do as soon as the Quidditch season was over.

The Healer's Academy was in London and the campus held student flats and houses to live in. Ginny lived with another girl named Romilda Vane who was apparently one of the worst roommates ever and Ginny hoped that in September she would be able to room with someone else. But since the school year was over, she had to move out and the thought of her moving back home made him ache.

When she was at the Burrow she would be farther away - instead of the ten minute walk that she was now. It also meant that she might not be able to spend as many nights with him. Keeping the secret had been hard enough as it was, not to mention that Romilda Vane was a tad bit obsessed with him. Harry had never been to her flat for that exact reason. Instead they had met in the library, in muggle establishments, at his flat when he was home, and in hotels.

He just wished she was with him all the time.

There was a knock on his door, waking him from his thoughts and he happily tugged it open and let Ginny inside. She looked fantastic, he noticed. He swore that every time he saw her she became more beautiful. She was wearing a long chocolate brown billowy skirt and flip-flops. Her white tank top seemed to cling to all of the right places including her declaration to Cho - her beautiful breasts. He licked his lips just looking at her as she tugged off the black zip-up sweater she wore and smiled at him.

"Hi, I hope you don't mind that I'm a little early. Romilda was driving me bonkers!"

He shook his head, pleased when she walked him backwards until he was sitting down on the love seat and he tugged her down into his lap. "Not at all. You look amazing."

She laughed and kicked her sandals off so she could straddle him in his spot. "I thought I should wear something that's easy to get off." She leaned in and sucked his earlobe into her mouth and his eyes rolled back into his head.

"Merlin!"

She laughed and kissed his nose before her eyes moved to the walls of the common room. "You painted." She jumped off of his lap and began to wander around the room in curiousity. "The place looks great, Harry!"

He grinned at that. "Thanks. Want me to show you around?"

She nodded and followed him as he showed her the kitchen, the bathroom, the guest room and his bedroom. They made their way back into the common room and took seats on the love seat.

"It really does look good. You just need a few finishing touches."

Harry's brow crinkled. "Finishing touches?"

Ginny nodded, tucking her legs beneath her. "Yes. You know the stuff that makes it a home."

He shook his head. "I don't know what you mean."

Ginny stood and tugged him into his bedroom, opening up his trunk. She dug through his belongings until she found the photo album that Hagrid had made for him in his first year. She knew that he had been adding to it as the years went on. She flipped through the pictures, pulling out one of Harry sitting in between his mum and dad as a baby; the most recent one of Harry, Ron and Hermione; an older one of the trio; one that they had taken themselves of the two of them in London; one with Harry, Sirius, Remus, Tonks and Theodore; one of Harry and Theodore; a recent picture of Teddy; and one of Christmas last year at the Burrow with Harry in the middle of the Weasley clan.

He watched as she pulled out her wand. She muttered a spell he had never heard before and he watched as she made a copy of each picture, blowing them up so that they were a little bigger, the biggest one being the most recent one of Harry, Ron and Hermione. She tucked her wand away and placed the picture of her and Harry on his nightstand. Then she tugged him back out into the common room. Over his entertainment center she placed the big picture of the trio; on one of the small tables the Weasley picture and the one of Harry with his parents; on the other table she placed the one of Harry with his godson and Harry with the marauders and then she made her way into the kitchen. On the small cabinet near the table she placed the older picture of the trio from when they had first met and the most recent picture of Teddy.

"There."

Harry grinned at her. "I didn't even think that."

She smiled. "You need to show your memories. Now first thing tomorrow you're going to go out and get frames for all of those. You should also get some plants or paintings or something to decorate the walls with other than just paint. Maybe get a bookshelf and you can put all of your school books up there. Actually, a bookshelf would look good next to the window over there."

He laughed and tugged her close to kiss her. "I promise."

Ginny smiled and snuggled into his arms. "I'm glad you finally started to make this place yours."

"I am too." He brushed her hair out of her eyes. "We should try to get together by the end of the week, meet somewhere."

She nodded. "Sounds good." She smiled and kissed his jaw line, nibbling at the corners of his mouth and teasing his lips with her tongue. By the time she actually kissed him he was desperate for her.

"Minx."

She laughed as Harry's hands moved into her hair and he deepened the kiss, turning her laugh into a moan. He really knew how to kiss. Her toes were curling at the impact and when he started to use his tongue she sighed into him.

They had started having sex four months ago and since then both of them were constantly randy and neither seemed to be able to get enough of the other.

Ginny slid her hands up his tee-shirt, feeling the taut muscles there. He had really built up over the last year or so and she knew it was because he was able to dedicate his time to Quidditch; he wasn't living with a knife pointed at his heart; and he had grown out of his gawky teenage body into a six foot two man made of solid muscle. He was still on the lanky side but no longer skinny. Getting out of the Dursley house had really allowed him to grow and flourish and really to make him a better man.

Harry groaned when her fingers circled his nipples gently. She was a terribly fast learner and he appreciated it. She tugged his shirt up and over his head and he quickly followed with her tank top. His eyes rested upon her breasts and the soft mounds of them that he could see in her white lace bra. He unhooked it and slipped it off, letting her breasts fall into his hands. He fondled them gently as he nibbled at her neck and then his mouth moved lower and he took one of those soft pink peaks into his mouth.

Ginny's head fell back in pleasure and she held his head to her breast. He had the most gifted mouth. He used his tongue, twirling it softly around her nipple so it became taut and ready. He pulled his mouth away and then planted tiny open-mouth kisses along the rest of her breast purposely ignoring her peaks and then he returned his mouth and began to suck.

"Harry!" She breathed, her grip tightening on his hair.

He smiled against her breast and turned his attention to the other one. He loved giving her pleasure and he got just as much pleasure from seeing her squirm. His hand slowly massaged her other breast and he slid the other one downwards and under her skirt. He danced his fingers along her thigh, inching ever so slowly towards the heat. His fingers moved gently, dancing over her panties, pleased to find them soaked through.

He licked her nipple and kissed his way back up to her mouth as he rubbed his hand over her through her panties. "Are you wet just for me?"

Ginny's eyes darkened and she cupped his face in her hands. "Touch me."

He stood up, wrapping her legs around his waist and unzipping her skirt as he did. He slid the skirt down and onto the floor as he walked towards the bedroom. He grinned at the green silk panties she wore as he placed her gently on the soft sheets. Harry crawled over her, straddling her now and leaning in to kiss her deeply. He pulled away and smiled at her.

He let his eyes travel down her body; over every inch of soft skin, perfect breasts and scattered freckles. He placed his hands on her shoulders and slowly began to slide them down.

"Harry," she breathed. "This is torture!"

Harry simply smiled down at her. "I'm touching you. Isn't this what you wanted?" His hands slid slowly over her breasts, down her ribcage and played with her bellybutton before he looped his thumbs in her panties and tugged them off.

She was completely exposed before him now and he licked his lips. His mouth found her breast again as he slid a finger deeply inside of her and she cried out, hips moving instinctively.

Harry placed his other hand on her hip to slow her motions. He wanted to torture her. His mouth moved down her stomach, soft kisses lower and lower until his head was between her legs and he watched as his finger played her.

She was writhing on the bed now, begging him with her eyes as well as her words. "Harry, please!"

He grinned up at her and then he slid his finger out and spread her legs, turning to kiss and suck the skin on her inner thigh and she groaned.

Merlin, he knew how to torture her. She was so hot she felt like she was going to burst and he was purposely ignoring her. She pushed him away and sat up, kneeling in front of him. "No more games, Harry. I want you."

She smiled when his eyes darkened so much they almost looked black and he sat up. He slid his hands over the backs of her knees and up her calves, over her buttocks and resting on the small of her back and then he simply ducked his head and slid his tongue inside of her.

She cried out, her body arching back at the impact. Harry's hands held her in place at the small of her back as his tongue moved in and out of her with expertise. She gasped when his tongue moved deeper and drifted over her clitoris, fondling it just enough to make her crazy. When he started to kiss it she screamed and the orgasm ripped through her. Her body shuddered against him and she cried out his name.

Harry glanced at her smugly as he kissed his way back up her body to play with her breasts. He loved nothing more than pleasuring Ginny. The way her body surrendered to him turned him on in more ways than anything else.

"Mmm, want to come again, baby?" He whispered into her ear as he slid a finger inside of her.

Ginny gasped and pulled his mouth to hers. The kiss was rough and she moaned into him when she realized the motion of his tongue was mimicking what his fingers were doing inside of her. Her fingers rubbed his nipples and she screamed when she came again, falling against him.

"Mmm, you're too good to me."

Harry chuckled at that and moved to kiss her breasts. "Impossible."

Ginny nodded and let him play with her breasts while she untied his pants and tugged them down his hips. She pushed him back onto the bed and kissed him softly. Then she just grinned at him as she slid his pants off and tossed them onto the floor followed by his boxers. He was standing at full attention and she smiled at him, licking her lips.

"Your turn."

He grinned at those words. "Come here and kiss me."

"Nuh-uh," she muttered. "Those lips are dangerous."

Harry laughed. "Just one kiss."

Ginny smiled at him and slid her hands up his chest and down over his thighs. "No."

She ran her hand over him, softly stroking his throbbing member and massaging his sacs. Then she bent her head down and heard his intake of breath. She grinned stopping just at the tip of his penis and blew softly on it. He groaned and she smiled, trailing her tongue along the length of him and over his sacs. She turned her attention to his inner thigh and started to slowly suck on the skin now, ignoring his aching spot.

"Gin!" He groaned. "Come on, be nice."

She trailed her tongue across him again and moved to suck on the skin of his other thigh. He moaned and her hands moved to play with him while she kissed his skin. She returned her mouth to his cock and gently kissed the tip before taking the whole member into her mouth. The wetness of her mouth wrapped around him caught his breath and when she began to twirl her tongue around him like she was savouring a particularly good lolly he moaned her name.

Ginny smiled to herself as she sucked him. She enjoyed nothing more than making him squirm. She popped him out of her mouth and moved to kiss and nibble at his balls, sucking gently at them and taking one into her mouth. His hands fisted into the sheets and his hips rose slightly. She moved onto the other one, sucking gently before returning to his cock. She slid her hands under him and ran her hands up and down his butt as she sucked him and she felt him strain against her mouth. She arched her head and took him deeper, sucking every inch of him and he erupted, spewing into her mouth.

She swallowed and nibbled until he was done and then she kissed her way back up his body, stopping to suck on his right nipple and he groaned, grabbing a fistful of her hair and tugging her back up to his lips.

"Vixen."

Ginny smiled at that and kissed him deeply, sighing when he began to move back down her body. She was wet again and so hot. It never took much for her to be turned on by Harry and giving him a blow job definitely turned her on.

She laughed when he flipped her over so that he was on top and slid down her body using his mouth again. He teased her clit with his tongue until she was begging and then he kissed his way back up to her neck. She writhed against him desperately.

"I want you inside of me." She begged, her hands running down his back and arms.

Harry grinned at her and turned her on her side, spooning her gently. He slid two fingers inside of her and then thrusted into her from behind. She cried out, arching back onto him as he moved. His fingers continued to torture her as she gasped at every thrust. His other hand slid up and flicked her nipple and that was all it took, she erupted into another orgasm and sighed when he pulled out of her, turning her around to kiss her again.

"Harry," she whispered, her hand sliding down to take his cock in her hand. "You're torturing me."

He knelt in front of her, closing his eyes as she gently wanked him. He was so close to coming but he wanted her to come again. It just wasn't as good if he didn't make her orgasm as many times as he possibly could. He pushed her hand away and tugged her up, pushing her back down onto the bed and burying his face in her curls.

She cried out when his tongue attacked her again and when he started to suck she pushed him away. "No more. I want you inside of me, right now."

She pushed him back so he was sitting up and she straddled him, slowly lowering herself down onto his erection. She wrapped her legs around his waist and leaned back against the bed. He just grinned at her and sucked on her breast as he moved inside of her. The rhythm got faster, harder, faster until she came and he followed seconds later. They rode each other out and he collapsed against her.

Ginny ran her hands through his hair and kissed the top of his head. His head was buried between her breasts and she sighed.

"Mmm, I feel wonderful."

"Well, five times is bound to make anyone feel wonderful."

She slapped his butt. "I wasn't complaining."

He grinned up at her and kissed her. "You're the best thing that ever happened to me, Ginny Weasley."

Ginny blushed at those words. "I know the feeling." She kissed him softly. "After a night like tonight it surprises me that I was a virgin before I met you."

He grinned cheekily and kissed her chin. "Not completely, I wasn't your first wank."

She smiled at him. "You were my first everything else."

"Well, you learn very fast and very well," he rolled over, tugging her with him so that she was on top and he was still nestled between her legs.

"I guess I do." She sighed against him, resting head over his heart. "I'm going to miss you so much."

Harry nodded as his hands moved over her back. "I know. It's going to be hard. Not to mention that Ron told me today your Mum is working to set you up with some bloke from the Ministry."

"What?"

Harry nodded, smiling as she ran her fingers up and down his arm. "Apparently she thinks you'd be perfect for each other."

"Hmm, well, I'll just have to put a stop to that. Maybe he's cute though and I should go on a date or so."

Harry's eyebrow rose slightly. "I'll break him in half."

She laughed and kissed him softly. "Mum has to realize that I'm an adult and I'm living my own life. I'm going to be twenty in two months and she still treats me like I'm a child."

"You could always tell her you've been having sex with me, see what happens."

"Pft, you'd be a dead man."

"You're probably right. Scratch that plan."

"Are you going to come to the Burrow for some of the summer?" Ginny asked.

He nodded. "I think so, yeah. I think it will be harder to keep us a secret at the Burrow though, don't you think?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. You'll have your own room again so I can sneak in."

He laughed at that. "That's just what I need, to get caught with my pants down by one of your brothers."

Ginny smiled up at him. "I'd protect you."

He chuckled softly and kissed her. "I'm in love with you."

"What?" She said, lifting her head to look at him.

"I love you."

She smiled at him then and kissed the center of his chest. "Those are the best words you ever could have said to me."

He grinned cheekily. "Alright, well, I love your breasts. They're like perfectly round cantaloupes with perfect little rosebud peaks and -"

She cuffed him across the head. "Prat! You are much too obsessed with my breasts, it's unnatural."

He laughed. "Hardly. It's just, as a point you made clear to an ex-girlfriend of mine … you got boobs, babe."

She rolled her eyes and framed his face with her hands. "Well, before your penis went and ruined a perfectly good romantic moment I was going to say - I love you too."

Harry smiled at her and kissed her softly, his tone serious again. "Good because I really love you and I think I would die a little if you didn't love me back."

Ginny kissed him again. "That's not possible. You're the kindest person I know. You have become one of the most important people in my life. I love you."

His playful smirk returned, "Alright, but I thought you liked my penis so how did my penis ruin the moment?"

"Oh!" She exclaimed, smacking him in the arm. To her surprise he caught her arm mid smack and flipped her beneath him. He hardened inside of her and grinned at her. She shook her head as he penetrated deeply. "You're awfully lucky your cute." She moaned when he began to move inside of her. "Really lucky and really good at that," she breathed.

He smiled down at her as they made love. "Mmm, just reminding you." He kissed her lips and brought her back to pleasure.

Hermione had barely settled back into her parents house when the doorbell rang. Her parents had left for the evening for a conference and she was looking forward to spending the evening alone. Alone time was not really possible at school and she enjoyed the solidarity of it from time to time.

She had always been able to depend on her parents for that.

Roger and Irene Granger were wonderful people but they weren't really great parents. Hermione loved them dearly and she knew that they loved her back but it wasn't the kind of relationship that Mrs. Weasley emphasized. They were friendly sure, and from time to time they would give advice but she had been on her own a lot and it had suited her.

The doorbell rang again, dragging her from her thoughts and she sighed as she headed into the other room to open the door. She peaked through the hole and sighed.

Her least favourite person in the whole world was there, Donald Thornton. She sighed as she tugged the door open.

"Hi Donald."

He grinned at her. His short blonde hair looked like it was windblown and his brown eyes smiled at her. "Hi Hermione. I hope I'm not interrupting anything."

She gave him a small smile. "No actually, but I just got in and I had a long day. I was kind of hoping I could have the evening to myself."

Donald nodded. "I see. I understand that need. Do you maybe want to grab some dinner or something tomorrow, I'd love to catch up."

Hermione nodded. The only way to get rid of him was to agree. "Sure, that sounds good. I'll have to get back to you on that for sure though as my parents said something about going out tomorrow but definitely some time during the week."

"Alright, well have a great night."

"Goodnight, Don."

She closed the door behind her and sighed. He really bugged her. He was a nice enough guy she supposed. He was a banker and he was three years older and had harboured a crush on her since she had been about fifteen. He was always hitting on her and just didn't seem to grasp the point that she wasn't interested in him that way.

Hopefully, she could go out to dinner with him and tell him that she was in a relationship with Ron and maybe he would realize that she wasn't available once and for all.

She sighed and dragged her fingers through her hair. She didn't want to think about. She was going to go upstairs and take a long, hot bath.

She hummed to herself as she made her way upstairs, wondering what Ron was doing at the moment.

Ron was complaining, loudly.

He had agreed to work part-time at Fred and Angelina's WWW store in Glasgow but the last thing he had expected was to be scheduled to work the first day of his summer vacation. How was that even remotely fair? Fred however seemed to have no qualms at all about it and told him if that he wanted a job he had better show up first thing in the morning.

"Stupid git!" Ron exclaimed, kicking his kitchen table and then jumping up and down at the pain in his toe.

"Ronald, you told him you would work so get over it." Molly Weasley declared as she filled his freezer with food.

"I just wanted one day off, Mum. One day to get settled, to enjoy my vacation. Is that too much to ask?" Ron asked, moving to take a seat at the table he had just kicked.

Molly smiled at him. "Sweetie, that's life. Fred and Angelina could use the day off too you know. Especially poor Angelina! Working as a Quidditch agent at the Ministry and then helping Fred out at the new shop on top of being pregnant for the second time - they need a break!"

Ron sighed. When someone put it like that. "I just wanted to take Hermione out somewhere is all."

"You will. But first you need money."

He laughed at that. "Yeah, that's true."

Molly closed the door to the freezer and wiped her hands on a dish towel. "There. Now I've filled your kitchen with casseroles and quick things for you to warm up like stew and what not. You shouldn't starve for a while."

He grinned. "I can cook, Mum. You did make me learn."

She laughed and leaned down to kiss his cheek. "Yes, you did. I just made a lot of food and I don't want to see it go to waste. With Ginny coming home tomorrow I know the two of us will start baking and pickling and cooking like usual and I need the space."

"Sure."

She smiled and kissed him again. "I need to head back home, sweetie. Do you need anything else?"

Ron shook his head and gave his mum a smile. "No. Thanks for the food, Mum."

Molly grinned down at her youngest son. "You're welcome. Now don't forget! I expect you to be at the house on Sunday for dinner. Everyone's going to be there! Bill and Fleur are back from France and will be here for dinner. Charlie met some girl over in Montreal and is bringing her over. Percy and Penny will be there as will as Fred and Angelina, George and Katie, Ginny, and then of course Harry and Hermione. Don't forget!"

Ron rolled his eyes. "I'll be there, Mum. I promise!"

"Good. Talk to you later, Ron. Have a nice time at the shop tomorrow."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Ron mumbled as he closed the front door behind his mother. It was definitely going to be an interesting summer.

Ginny woke up the next morning and stretched lazily. Harry had his head nestled between her breasts still and one of his legs was entwined with hers. She moved just enough to see the clock on the night table next to her and sighed. They had two hours until her father was supposed to pick her up from campus.

"Harry," she murmured, lifting his head and kissing his forehead. "Harry, wake up."

He moaned and rolled over, tugging her with him as she laughed. Once she was pinned beneath him he opened his eyes and smiled at her. "Good morning."

"Good morning," she replied.

He leaned down and kissed her softly, lingering for just a moment on her lips before he too looked over at the clock. "I guess its that time."

She nodded. "Yeah, it is. I need to pack up my last minute things."

Harry kissed her again and then he smiled at her. "Alright." He sat up and tugged her with him, kissing her neck and she sighed.

"Harry."

"Alright, I'm letting you go, now, I swear."

She giggled and pushed him away so that she could stand up. "I love you."

He stood up too and pulled her back into his arms, brushing her messy curls out of her eyes. "I love you. You'll write to me lots?"

Ginny smiled up at him. "I promise." She stood on her toes and kissed him softly and then she went to search for her clothes, which were scattered partially in the bedroom and the common room.

Harry watched her dress as he pulled on a pair of pajama pants and then watched as she pulled her hair into a bun to take out the obvious 'I just had my brains shagged out' look she had. He kissed her again and then she disapparated.

He rubbed a hand over his heart as he snuggled back under his covers.

He missed her already.