A/N: As promised, I will not take too long these days to post following chapters of the story. I don't know how many more chapters I will need to finish the story, but I do know that it won't be more than twenty. Fifteen at most, I think. Enjoy your reading, and please review.

P.S.: I have taken more care of my mistakes with spelling, etc. Sorry about the other chapters.

Disclaimer: Oh yes, it's all mine. That explains my obsession with the Harry Potter world and that's exactly why I'm writing fan-fictions about it… Lol. All belongs to JK Rowling, whose muse apparently never vanishes. That's one lucky woman. Love her! I loved Deathly Hallows... is the best one of the lot.

Warning: Sex material below.

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From Chapter 8:

"Now what?" Ginny asked quietly. Harry turned to look at her. He lifted his left hand and brushed her cheek with the back of his hand. He replied just as quietly. "Now we do the things we should have in the first place. Now we love each other as we never got a chance to. Because I don't want to feel as if I'm living out of someone else's life like I did all those years ago. Now, Ginny Weasley…" This time he whispered against her lips "… is our turn to live" and he crushed his lips against hers.

Chapter 9 – Transitions

They shared several close-mouthed kisses. But soon the kisses turned much deeper, more sensual. Their lips parted and their tongues came forward and caressed each other very slowly one, two, three times. Ginny sighed with pleasure and got closer to Harry. He pulled her over to him and she sat on his lap straddling him, and oh… that wonderful friction again. This time Harry moaned.

They pulled away and Harry moved on to kiss her jaw and the side of her neck. "Harry" she moaned breathily. "Yes, darling?" he whispered against her skin all the while placing open-mouthed kisses to her neck.

Ginny closed her eyes in obvious pleasure to savor that lust filled voice. She took a deep breath. "Please, no stopping now." That remark made him look up. "Are you sure?" Ginny smiled. "I'm not going to break Harry." She did a double take. "Um, well not entirely" she said blushing. He smiled softly pushing back a strand of her hair from her face.

"Are you nervous?" he asked. She tilted her face thinking but still looking into his eyes. "More anxious than nervous... I have been waiting for a rather long time, Harry" she said. They smiled at each other then and shared another peck on the lips before getting up. While walking towards the bed, they both took off their shoes. But when Ginny was about to start unbuttoning her blouse, Harry placed his hands on top of hers stopping her from going any further. She sent him a questioning look. "Let me," he said quietly. She put her hands away to let him do as he wished.

He pulled her to a kiss. Then, trailing kisses across her cheek and onto her delectable neck. Once he had undone the first button, he kissed the patch of skin that was revealed… and the next one... and the next after that. He kept going further down until he had undone all seven buttons. Reaching her belly button, he placed an open-mouthed kiss inserting his tongue briefly inside. Ginny sucked in her breath. He kissed his way up. When he reached her lips, he grabbed her face with both hands and they shared a much more passionate kiss. Ginny put her hands on his back inside his shirt touching his enflamed skin. They parted to discard his shirt.

She ran her hands up and down his chest. He pulled her flushed against his body in response, and she could feel that pending hardness against her body. Kissing and caressing her right shoulder, he said "Help me with this" gesturing to her bra. She smiled and reached back to take it off. He slipped it off her shoulders gently revealing the two mounds of flesh with rosy peaks. He caressed both at the same time and kissed them briefly. Moving his hands towards her back, he grabbed her buttocks and hoisted her up. Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around him in an instant and held on firmly as he laid her gently on the bed.

Once they were finally on the bed, they quickly got rid of the few remaining pieces of clothing separating them from bliss. Harry accioed his wand nonverbally and muttered a contraceptive charm while touching the tip of his wand to Ginny's belly. "Thank you" she said caressing the side of his face. Putting his wand on the bedside table, Harry leaned forward to kiss her again. After a few moments of sensual kissing, he guided himself towards her entrance. Sensing Ginny was getting tense he said "Shhh… relax. Take a deep breath." She nodded and parted her legs a bit more to give him space. With measured calmness he inserted the head of his cock inside her warm tightness. Ginny gasped "it's alright. Keep going, but slowly." He complied. Slowly but surely he went all the way in. After he gave her a couple of moments to adjust, Ginny tightened her muscles around him making him moan loudly. He started thrusting into her slowly so as not to hurt her any further.

After a few moments of getting used to it, Ginny began feeling more pleasure than pain. Harry couldn't contain his urgency anymore. The pressure was building. He couldn't hold back the need. A few more thrusts had him crying out with pleasure and coming inside of her. Panting, he slid from Ginny and lied by her side. "You…" he began "you didn't?" Ginny shook her head "No, most women don't their first time."

"You are not most women, Ginny. You're mine" he said. Then he saw Ginny widening her eyes and he realized what he had said. Blushing, he began to stutter "I-I mean that, um, that you're… well, my girlfriend and um…" Ginny couldn't contain her laughter anymore at his frantic behavior. She caressed the side of his face. "I know what you meant, silly." She pecked his lips. Harry felt guilty for not having given her as much pleasure as he had received. "Do you want to try again?" he asked her. Ginny grimaced "Maybe tomorrow. I'm a bit sore right now." He pecked her lips "Alright. Good night." He embraced her and closed his eyes.

She watched him for a few moments, and then quietly admitted "I am yours, Harry." Closing her eyes, she failed to notice Harry opening his eyes a bit and the smile that graced his face.

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Morning ray lights entered through Ginny's window and illuminated the bedroom. She grimaced because of the light; Ginny couldn't believe she had forgotten to loose the curtains surrounding her four-poster bed. Then, she noticed there was something different about her pillow. It was moving. Glancing up, she saw an unruly mop of raven hair covering the head of the man she loved. With a rush, everything that had happened the night before came back to her. She smiled and sighed happily. She turned her face to kiss his chest and settled her head where it was before.

At that exact moment, Harry woke up and yawned hugely. Then, he stiffened looking around disoriented. When he glanced down and saw the red headed beauty lying on his chest, he grinned boyishly.

Ginny glanced up and rolled her eyes mockingly. "Wipe that grin off your face, Potter. You did leave me hanging last night" she said smugly. That wiped out his grin, but not entirely. She saw him pouting and leaned upwards to kiss him lightly on the lips.

"Oh, don't worry Miss Weasley. I'll take care of you tonight" he said moving his eyebrows suggestively. She laughed.

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Harry was in the library once again. He had read through so many different books that same morning, and was onto another pile this afternoon. He sighed for what seem like the dozen time that day. It was getting tedious and frustrating to find a subject that he would enjoy teaching at Hogwarts. Hermione had written to him telling him that he should do his research carefully, and not to leave any subject out.

"Well, maybe outruling Divination is not a bad idea" she had said in her last letter. Harry chuckled remembering all too well how she felt about that particular subject. However, he did listen to her. He couldn't imagine himself reading tea leaves and looking at foggy globes his entire life.

He had asked Ginny if it had been as difficult for her to decide on becoming a Healer. "Not really," she had said. "I wanted to become an Auror when I was a lot younger. But after helping Mum and Madam Pomfrey during and after the battle..." she shrugged "I don't know, it just made sense. I really liked what I was doing and it felt right for me."

Lucky for her, Harry thought. He looked at the list he had made of all the subjects. The ones that were crossed out were: Defense Against the Dark Arts, Transfiguration, Potions, Divination, Ancient Runes, and Arithmancy. DADA was his favorite, but Remus already had that one. He had checked other subjects as potential maybes. These were: Astronomy, Charms, Muggle Studies, and Herbology. So, the only ones left to research were History of Magic and Care of Magical Creatures.

He really wasn't looking forward to read anything regarding History of Magic. That was one of his least favorite subjects while he had been a student at Hogwarts. Or perhaps his favorite regarding that he slept his way through it for seven years. He and Ron owed Hermione entirely for passing that class. A ghost for a teacher wasn't exactly something exciting to look forward to in class. So, Harry reasoned that no one could blame him, or anyone else for that matter, for not liking the subject much.

Leaving that subject for last, Harry encountered himself with another problem. Care of Magical Creatures was still being taught by Hagrid. 'Maybe he could become Hagrid's helper of sorts?' he asked himself. The problem was that he could imagine himself feeding and caring for the magical beasts that Hagrid was more than excited to introduce him to over the years. Harry had a look of horror on his face and visible shuddered. Another subject to cross out. He wrote a big NO beside it for good measure.

Resignated for a tedious reading, he embraced himself for what was sure to come an hour or more of boring reading. He began with a basic book of History. Harry vaguely remembered Hermione once reading this book when they were first years, and he thought that it was a good way to start. After a couple of hours, he began to notice that he was actually enjoying the reading. What would Ron say? He could imagine him with a stricken look on his face. 'Oh no, you're turning into Hermione mate. You have to spend more time with me.' Harry chuckled at this train of thought.

Glancing towards the window, he was surprised to see that it was starting to get dark outside. He collected all the books he had scattered on the table and stood up to put them back on the shelves they belonged to. After five minutes of shelving, Harry picked up his list and approached Madam Pince to take out the History book he had been reading.

"I would like to bring this book with me, Madam Pince" he said politely. "Very well Mister Potter," she answered in her usual quiet voice. She took it from his hands and glanced at the title. "The Headmistress has informed me of your search Mister Potter. Might I suggest some particular readings to you?" she asked him regarding him from the top of her glasses. He nodded "of course, please. That would be of great help, actually."

"Follow me" she said and Harry was startled to see that she had turned sharply to the Restricted Section. While they walked, she kept on talking. "Usually, the seventh years take it upon themselves to read through this library in search for knowledge of possible careers. Mainly Ravenclaws do this. However, very few or none at all ask for my help when I can obviously give it to them" she said in a accusing tone.

Harry blushed guiltily and in embarrassment. He cleared his throat. "Um, I'm sorry for not asking you either. But may I ask why you've decided to help me if I didn't ask in the first place?" She turned abruptly towards him. Harry expected her to be angry at his question, but her face was unreadable. "Mister Potter, many students that have left from Hogwarts have succeeded very well in the outside world, some have even achieved greatness. You are one of the even fewer who have achieved greatness before leaving this school." He could see now where she was going, and he could hear a hint of admiration in her voice. "What you did for all of Magical kind, Mister Potter, was an incredible feat and undoubtedly remarkable."

"Madam, I was not alone as you well know. We were a great team working for the same cause" he explained.

Turning away once more, she nodded and kept on speaking. "I do know that Mister Potter. I have seen you grow over the years, and know for certain that there was not only one person in battle that day. There were many and you were helped of course." They stood on the door of the Restricted Section and she turned to him again. "But I have also noticed that you are courageous and brave, and that you rarely ever ask for any help, Mister Potter. Especially, when you most need it." She turned again. "This way."

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To say that Madam Pince's speech had left him awestruck would be an understatement. Harry was also glad for the readings that she had provided for him. One of the books was entitled "Transition: A Guide To Wizarding Careers". Now Harry felt exasperated with himself. Madam Pince was right. He should have asked her for help from the beginning. The rest of the readings consisted of guides to becoming a teacher, and thorough explanations of each subject that could possibly be taught at a Wizarding school.

Glancing at his pocket watch, he saw that it was almost time for dinner. He left all of the books on top of the desk that resided at the side of his bed, and headed towards the Great Hall. On his way there, he encountered several students. Many of them glanced his way and some of the girls giggled and blushed when he caught their eyes.

Opening the heavy door of the Great Hall he saw from the corner of his eye a read headed figure walking his way. He turned her way and was about to smile when he saw what she was wearing. Fitted jeans that hugged her figure in the most alluring of ways and a beige satin camisole that stopped at her hips. Looking further down, Harry noticed the high heel sandals she was wearing. The whole look made her look so femenine, so provocative. He swallowed hard.

"Er, Gin, are you... um" he scratched the back of his head in that nervous habit of his "even allowed to wear that... that outfit?" he asked. "Of course not, silly. We're not eating in the Great Hall tonight. I've got something planned just for the two of us." With that she took his hand and prided him away from the door he was still standing at.

(a/n: It wasn't so bad was it? Ok, please review and tell me what you think. To see the camisole I pictured Ginny in, you can go here: http://z. ) Update... The link doesn't come up for some reason. Send me a message if you still want to take a look at it.