Author's Note: Alright i am sickly and strangly excitied for this chapter, which is my first of its kind. Now here is far warning, this is probaley the reason why the story is rated "M" and i like to refer to it as "tasteful smut" I dont know i don't find it too ofending or anything, but who knows you might so I am sorry if you don't like. If you really didn't enjoy that type of literature than please kindly proceed to the next chapter. However this whole scene has great significants to the rest of the story so try and bear with me... otherwise enjoy!

Chapter Three: Drink 'til You Drop ( or get naked )

During the entire ceremony Harry could not take his eyes off of Ginny. She looked absolutely stunning in her soft pink bridesmaid dress that looked horrid on everyone else but her. Harry couldn't recall much else about the service besides Ginny's every move, every smile, and every time she glanced over at Harry. Harry's heart was pounding the entire time, he couldn't control himself, every thought was about what Ginny and him would do once drinks started pouring. Harry was in such a trance with his infatuations about Ginny that he hadn't even took notice to the throbbing of his forehead and the acute burning of his scar.

"Wasn't that lovely?" Hermione asked as she shook Harry's shoulder after the ceremony had ended.

Harry was immediately brought back from his lusty thoughts, he hadn't even realized it had ended and guest were going inside the recession tent that was set up in the yard.

"Hello? Harry?" Hermione said practically shouting in Harry's ears.

"Yeah it was lovely, lets get a drink shall we?" Harry said getting up.

"Woah, there Harry," Hermione was pulling Harry back into his seat, "What's gotten into you?"

Harry tried to resist her, he not only wanted to swallow a whole bottle of fire whiskey by himself but he wanted desperately to go find Ginny, after he had a drink of course.

"Harry is it something to do with you-know-who?" Hermione pleaded to know.

Harry didn't hear her though, his eyes focused on Ginny who just entered the room, her eyes met Harry's. She smiled oh-so-suggestively and playfully bit her lower lip. She flipped her loose strains of hair behind her bare shoulders. Harry had never seen her like this, she was a completely different girl than the girl he use to snog in empty class rooms or put his arm around as they walked to class. She wasn't that innocent girl anymore, she wasn't a girl at all, she had matured in every physical and mental way possible. Her eyes were teasing Harry, Harry wasn't even aware the power just her eyes could have on him, he felt like he was a little boy. He was so scared what she could do to him.

Hermione realized what had Harry in a blunder, and backed away from him and watch him walk over to Ginny slightly jealous of what Ginny had, Ginny truly had gotten pretty over these years, she wasn't just pretty, she was sexy, and irresistible even Hermione had to look at her. Everyone did. Harry wasn't the only one who couldn't keep his eyes off of her. Half the men in the crowd had to excuse themselves because they got a little too excited around Ginny. It might as well been her wedding, she was defiantly the main attraction.

Harry, was lucky though, out of all the men in the room there was only one that Ginny even cared to acknowledge and that was him. Every since last night she felt a sick feeling inside, but a good kind of feeling. It was over powering and sat at the pit of her stomach. She wanted nothing more than to touch Harry again, so kiss his lips, to be alone with him. Every thought of him made that pain grow stronger and stronger, until now it felt like it was going to burst. And now there he was in front of her, she didn't care she was in the middle of a room filled with loads of relatives and family friends, she wanted to jump on top of Harry and rip off her clothes.

"Harry," was all she could really say, she didn't think he needed any explanation. She didn't need any butter beer or fire whiskey, she was already wasted on the idea of what they were about to do. Harry was starting to get frustrated in how nervous he was, God why did Ginny have to make it so hard? (ha no pun intended ) Why couldn't he just man up and do it, and not worry about if he would mess up or not. What did it matter any way, it wasn't like Ginny knew any better, she was a virgin too. Wasn't she?

"Perhaps, we should go congratulate the bride and groom?" Harry suggested. Ginny quickly whipped the smile off her face. Why was he being so difficult, there would be plenty of time for that later. She couldn't want any longer, she wanted him, no she NEEDED him NOW.

"Perhaps we could go up to my room, there's something I have been meaning to talk to you about, and I would prefer we do it alone, it could be dangerous if any one herd us."she whispered into Harry's ear. Her hot breath sent chills up and down his spine and his pants seemed to be fitting him uncomfortably. Ginny was by definition dangerous.

"Come and dance!" cried Mrs. Wesley, who had just entered the room. She hadn't calmed down at all since her panic state she was in from the morning. She was truly a wreck. She was crying uncontrollably the entire ceremony as well.

"In a minute mum," Ginny casually responded.

Mrs. Wesley immediately left to go pester other guest into dancing or having a drink. Ginny had enough waiting, she pulled Harry by the sleeve of his dress clock and started leading him upstairs.

"Wont that be the first place they'd look for us?" Harry questioned, trying to kill more time. He had never been so nervous in his life

"You're right Mr. Potter, that would be the first place they'd look, and we don't want any interruptions now do we?" Ginny replied pulling Harry the other way.

She quickened her pace and made her way out the front door in to chilly fall weather. It was a beautiful day and Harry had yet to even notice, he had been so wrapped up with his thoughts he hadn't even looked outside. Leaves crunched under their feet has Ginny continued to roughly pull Harry towards the garage. Why the garage? It was true it would be unlikely anyone would stumble into the garage during a wedding reception, but Harry didn't know how to handle Ginny in a normal place like a bedroom, that had a bed (which sex happened in) , let alone in a garage.

Ginny opened the door and they disappeared into the dark, musky garage that wasn't used for much but housing Mr. Wesley's totaled flying car that had still not been repaired from four years ago.

With out hesitation Ginny mummered "mufalo," a charm that made the entire room sound proof and "privato," which would warn them of any approaching intruders. The garage was dimly lite by only cracks in the walls that let some of the afternoon light in.

As Ginny's intentions of getting into the back seat of the dismembered car was clear, Harry started to not feel as nervous, but excited. He toyed with the idea of him and Ginny actually having sex, but it still seemed so unrealistic, now the opportunity was right there in front of him and it lied in the back seat of a 56' Buick.

Ginny didn't miss a beat. She wrapped her arms around Harry's neck and forcefully brought his face close to hers. Harry looked into those devilish eyes for a moment, getting completely lost in them. He was ready for more. He kissed her hard, so hard he was bending her backwards, she fought back pushing his chest with her palms, she pushed him so hard he was completely up against the door of the car.

Harry wrapped his hands around her waist, which had always been as far as his hand would wander, not today though. He didn't waste much time messing around, he hastily moved his hands down further feeling just how curvy Ginny truly was.

Ginny's hands didn't behave either. At first she was only grabbing on to Harry's muscular arms, toned from years of Quiddich and fighting evil. Harry's accomplishments made him all the more sexy to her. But she, like Harry, also found herself trailing her fingers down his body not once taking her hands off of him. Her finger nails along Harry's spine gave him chills and made him more and more anxious to lay Ginny down in the backseat of that car, and see what else her body had to offer.

Ginny's hands quickly reached the area just above wear his belt rest on his stomach. Ginny licked her lips as she put one finger at a time between his pants and his skin. She teased him viciously and she inched her fingers farther and farther down his pants. Harry felt has if he was about to burst.

Harry unexpectedly pick up Ginny, she let out a little playful yelp. She swung both legs around his waist, now the only thing stopping them was their clothes, and that could be fixed easily.

Harry opened the car door and carefully carried Ginny inside with him. The uneven weight caused Harry to stumble a couple times and eventually Harry and Ginny were both squeezed uncomfortably on the floor between the front seats and the back. The both were laughing, Harry couldn't believe how nervous he had been, this seemed so natural, not scary like he had expected.

Harry picked Ginny up off of the floor and gently placed her on the seat. Ginny looked even more gorgeous in the darkened garage. Lines of light hit her skin and she seemed to glow, like an angel even. Harry was really beginning to lose his cool.

"Ginny, I love you," he said. He was panting now, and he needed a moment to catch his breath.

She smiled sweetly. "I love you too. I always have," She sat up and kissed him gently on the lips. "Being away from you was unbearable. Every night, I would go to sleep thinking of you, and I would pretend that you were there next to me." She started lightly kissing his neck, and she gently began pulling him down on top of her. "And now here you are," she continued pausing to kiss him again, "And now I'm sorry but I just can't let you go. So tell me Harry, how good are you really?" she kissed him harder this time, "Can you show me?"

Harry quivered. Ginny had defiantly gotten a little naughty since the last year at Hogwarts. Last year she still was innocent Ginny, Ron's hot, little sister. Not anymore it was almost if she was under a spell. Either that or he was. No magic could do this to him, nothing in the world could, until he met Ginny. But Harry's hormones had enough of watching Ginny, he wanted a little more feeling of Ginny.

"Are you ready?" she said, not really like a question but more like a statement. Harry really didn't even have a chance to answer because simultaneously Ginny began pulling up the bottom of her dress. Each moment revealed more and more of her body that Harry was so tempted to touch. After revealing her thighs, red panties, her hips, and her tiny waste, she paused.

Harry was at the edge of his seat and literally about to explode.

"Oops I guess I forgot a bra. How silly of me," Ginny teased as she slowly revealed two of her most tantalizing features. Harry's hands began to twitch.

Ginny finished pulling the rest of her dress swiftly over her ginger hair. She threw the dress carelessly over the front seat and made her way towards Harry. Harry's entire body was stiff from excitement, well something was defiantly stiff thats for sure.

Ginny simply etched her body into Harry's. Harry swallowed hard, he could now feel Ginny's full chest through his shirt.

"Don't be scared, I wont bite," Ginny said noticing how uncomfortable Harry seemed. She grabbed Harry's hands and innocently entwined her fingers in his. Her touched seemed to sooth him. This was it, theres no going back now.

Slowly Ginny unwrapped her fingers from his and inched her way down until she had a tight grasp of his wrist. She guided his hands up to her chest and carefully placed them on her. She shook with excitement, for never had she been touched there by anyone else but herself. She had no idea how tingly it would make her feel. Harry relaxed a little bit and kept his hands in place even after Ginny let go of his wrist.

Harry kissed Ginny long and passionately. He could smell her sweet breath mixed with the floral perfume she had dabbed on her neck. As the kissed Ginny effortlessly undid Harry's belt and unzipped his fly. Harry quietly moaned at how close her hands were getting to his prized possession. The loose pants fell easily off Harry's hips. All of Harry's self control fell to the floor along with his cloak, shirt, and boxers.

Both of their naked bodies were pressed up against each other. Both their hands exploring every inch of each others bodies. To Harry every where Ginny touched him seem to tickle and feel just absolutely amazing. When Harry's hands moved up the insides of Ginny's thighs she threw her head back in enjoyment and arced her back. Harry placed tender kisses down her neck and continued down her chest. He continued down as Ginny slowly fell back into the seat. Harry continued kissing down her stomach to just below her belly-button. Ginny's hands ran franticly through Harry's sandy-brown hair as her heart began to race.

Harry paused before he got ahead of his self, there would be other times for fun foreplay, he simply did not want to waste another moment taunting Ginny and he surely didn't want Ginny to feel the need to return the favor.

Harry got off his knees and turned Ginny's legs so her entire body was comfortably laying across the backseat. Then, careful not to hurt her, carefully set his body down on top of her, his hips between her legs. This was it.

Ginny willingly spread her legs, and slowly nodded her head. Harry took a deep breath and very, very slowly moved towards her, his eyes set on hers the entire time. Harry continued and with a little force and Ginny's eyes squeezed shut. Harry quickly moved himself away, and watched her eyes relax.

"I can stop, are you alright?" He asked quickly, worried he did something wrong. "We really don't have to do this."

"No, it fine, please, don't stop," she replied. She smiled as well assuring him it was alright.

Harry's alcoholic urges came rushing back, but when Ginny placed her hands on his cheeks and pulled him down for a kiss, Harry realized that Ginny was way more inviting than any numbing drink. Ginny then put her hands on Harry's waste and pulled him into her.

"Don't stop," she moaned as she lifted her hips up from the seat.

Harry groaned as he felt pleasure unlike anything he had ever experienced before in his life. God he was completely mental for being so hesitant before.

"Oh please, don't stop," Ginny moaned again, but this time it was almost a scream.

Harry's body uncontrollably collapsed, and he was panting as if he had just ran a marathon. However he had not just ran a marathon, but experience, as far as he was concerned, the best 2 minuets and 27 seconds of his life. And as if he was consumed by some contagious "Ron-itits" he couldn't stop mumbling "Blood Hell" between breaths.

Ginny laid underneath him also breathing heavy. Both Harry and her were drenched in a sticky sweat, and both their skin was sticking uncomfortably to the seat. Despite that, both felt they could lay there forever, wrapped erotically in each other's arms waiting for their heat beats to return to normal. Both had that slightly buzzed feeling, not sloppy drunk, but just enough to feel like you are floating, and about to fall asleep.

"I love you," Ginny said, snuggling up into Harry's neck. She felt so relaxed and the musty smell of his skin made her feel like nothing could ever be wrong in the world.

Both were nestled up against each other moments from sleep when they both hear the most utterly painful, horrific, deathly scream they had ever heard in their lives.

Chapter 4 can be exspected soon so keep checking back!