"So, how are you doing, in your new apartment, Harry dear?" Mrs. Weasley asked Harry, as they were alone in the kitchen.

All the guests had already left and most of the Weasleys were already in bed, or getting ready for it.

"It is really great," he said truthfully smiling at Mrs. Weasley.

Harry's 18'th birthday present had been a cosy apartment in London. It had only been twelve days since he had moved in, however he already felt very home their. It probably had something to do, with that the Weasleys, Hermione, Hagrid, Neville and Luna had helped furniture it. And of course that there were many boxes of Mrs. Weasley's home cooked food in his refrigerator.

"I am very glad to hear that, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said smiling back. "But you know that you, of course, still always is welcome here."

"I know, thank you," said Harry as Mrs. Weasley hugged him, and told him goodnight.

He then grabbed his bag and checked if he had everything in it. Unfortunately he had not. His apartment keys was not in his back nor his pockets. Normally Harry would just have used alohomora on a locked doors, but that spell did not work on his apartment door. A lot of spells had been put on his apartment, so he would not get attacked or murdered, while in the shower or asleep.

And alohomora would be way to obvious to use, if someone wanted to attack him.

Harry started looking for his keys everywhere and tried to summon them with accio, but they were completely gone. As Harry was ducking under the sofa looking for his keys, he heard a small laugh behind him.

"What are you doing Harry?," asked Ginny while looking down on Harry.

"I can't find my keys." Harry stood up and blushed a bit. "What are you doing?" he asked wondering. Ginny had left a little while ago to go to bed, and she was only wearing her bathrobe over her pyjamas.

"I had forgotten to take my presents up to my room, and thought I should do it before breakfast tomorrow."

She was pointing at the dinner table where the Weasleys used to eat breakfast, and he saw Ginny's presents were lying there. He had not noticed them before.

"Oh, good idea," Harry said while watching Ginny struggle to get all of the presents in her arm at once. I did not look like she wanted to walk twice.

"Need a hand?" he asked grinning as Ginny kept dropping some of them.

"Yeah, that would be great!"

Harry took half of the presents in Ginny arm and some that had fallen to the floor, and followed her upstairs to her room, on the first floor. Ginny dropped the presents on her desk and took the ones in Harry's arms and put them on the desk too.

"Thanks for the present again by the way," she said beaming at Harry. "It's really great."

"Well, I'm glad you liked it! Had a hard time finding something to be honest," he said looking down upon the beauty in front of him, and feeling his heart swell.

"It must have been expensive though. It is a lot bigger and fancier then the one you have."

"It wasn't bad! Me and Ron split it, so..."

"Still. I didn't give you anything when you turned seventeen," Ginny said looking fierce.

"Yes you did! Kind off... I mean - " Harry broke off. He did not know what to say. Ginny's "gift" for him had probable been the best he had gotten. But Ginny still looked sad of the thought that she had not gotten him anything.

"Hey, your present was great. The best one I got actually," he teased looking at Ginny face, as she started laughing.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said beaming again. But then she added in a smaller and slightly embarrassed voice "I had actually hoped to get something similar from you."

Harry looked at her in slight surprise, his heart in the throat. He suddenly felt like he wanted nothing more, then the feeling of Ginny's lips on his own.

Ginny was moving slowly towards him, looking into Harry's eyes. She let her hand move over Harry upper arm, as his arm moved towards her waist. Ginny stretching a bit and Harry bowing his head, their lips finally met. The kiss was slow and soft, however very passionate. Ginny's hands was quickly closed tightly around Harry's neck, and his were around her waist.

He could feel her against all his upper body, and just kept wanting her closer. Ginny starting pushing Harry backwards, until he walked into her bed. Kissing him Ginny pushed Harry down on the bed, and climbed on top of him. They were lying there kissing on the bed, Ginny on top of Harry, for a little while. She then broke apart looking anxiously at the door.

Harry shared her thoughts; he really did not want them seen and caught like that. Ginny got her wand from the bedside table and pointed it at the door lock, where there now was a clicking noise. She then starting kissing him again. Kissing, Harry took the want from her hand and pointed around the room muttering muffliato (a spell that filled the ears of anyone nearby with a buzzing sound, so they would not be overheard). Laughing Ginny kissed him deeper and harder then ever before.

They were just lying there on top of one another snogging, their hands moving over each others bodies. But then they began slowing down again. The kisses were now softer and slower, but not in a bad way at all.

Harry and Ginny stopped kissing as Ginny rolled off Harry, and was now lying next to him on the small bed. Simply looking into each others eyes, their arms around each other. It was a extremely blissful moment for both of them. Harry kissed her nose tip, cheeks, eyelids, chin and forehead. As to return the favour she kissed his mouth very softly a couple of times, her hands now in Harry's hair.

It was now very warm in the little room, which both of them seemed to notice. Harry was wearing jeans, a long-sleeved t-shirt and – Harry suddenly realized – shoes. Ginny bathrobe also suddenly felt way to thick and warm for her.

"You're also warm?" Harry asked blushing a bit, though beaming a her. He could not help himself from smiling.

"Very," she answered also grinning. She broke loose from Harry and sat up, on her knees, on the bed. She took of her bathrobe trowing it on top of a chair in the other end of the room. Under her bathrobe she was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt with a band on. By the look of the t-shirt Harry immediately thought of Tonks, and a lump was suddenly in his throat.

"I don't mind you taking of some clothes," Ginny said eyeing his long-sleeved shirt, jeans and shoes.

Blushing, though grinning, Harry also sat up on the bed and took of his shoes, then his shirt. He did not really know about the pants. They felt very warm and uncomfortable, so he decided to take them off. Thankfully he was wearing loose boxers, that was almost like shorts. Putting his clothes and shoes on the floor next to the bed, he felt Ginny hand intertwine with his own.

She kissed his shoulder softly from behind, and then pulled him back on the mattress. She took the duvet from the end of the bed and pulled it over herself and Harry. And soon, Ginny's head on Harry's bare chest and his chin resting on top of her head, they feel asleep.