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"Is that Ginny?" Hermione's voice was incredulous.

"I... I believe so..."

A beautiful woman with Ginny's countenance stood in the repaired doorway of the Great Hall. Red hair fell in delicate waves, here and there were braids entwined with gold. Earthen brown eyes gazed fiercely beneath lush lashes. Fair skin donned the soft bones of her face. A soft full bottom lip eased the severity of her upper. Elegant lines formed her shapely upper body and rounded lower. Crimson red cloth hung precariously from her perfect small breasts, thin gold chains wrapped around her upper arm, obviously only as decoration from the slack. Showing her flat stomach, and the blazing sun tattoo round her navel. Another gold chain rested lightly on her small hips, supporting two strips of fabric. The same brilliant crimson as the top, but with delicate gold thread embroidery, they covered what they had to but showed off her finely muscled legs. Her small feet were tied to sandles with heals Harry knew from experience where really blades.

Harry knew Ginny had gone to receive Seb'likar training, but he didn't think she'd come back like this.

"Harry!"

Everyone stopped everything to stare at the new Ginny. Not one eye was taken from her as she ran across the room to Harry. Lithe legs expertly kicked the front strip of cloth between her legs. Her weight shifted easily, always centered to the balls of her feet. Not one sound was made as her feet elegantly brushed the floor, no sound of metal against stone, no sound of fabric rustling, none.

A blink of his eyes made Harry realize sometime when he was watching Ginny he had gained his feet. Before he could ponder,a well muscled body was thrown at him. Ginny's wonderful scent wafted up his nose. Her wonderful body rested in his arms. Her soft hair rested against his lips.

Ginny was back.

"Oh Harry! I missed you so much!" Her voice was the chorus of angels.

Harry knew Seb'likar were trained to be the most sensual creatures, but Ginny had already been that to him. Then why was his body begging him to take her to the nearest surface that would support both their rocking weight?

"We've been separated for over a week our own time silly. You missed me."

Harry started a bit. How did...

"I'm One now. Seriously Harry, did you think I wouldn't pick up any tricks?" Ginny pushed away slightly, a pout on her lips.

"No.. I mean... Yes... Just... Wow."

Ginny giggled, "Shocked hu?"

"A bit."

"Then this might not help," Ginny leaned forward again and took Harry's lips. Once Harry's brain finally registered that she was kissing him, Harry tightened his grip on her and returned the kiss. The taste of Ginny's lips sent shivers down his spine, and a soft moan rumbled in his chest when his tongue found hers. Two small hands tangled in Harry's dark hair. A slight tug on his hair seemed to run a signal right to one of his hands, which drifted down Ginny's side and rested on the gold chain on her alluring hips.

"A-HEM!"

Harry's and Ginny's lips tore apart, but that was it. Ginny's hands were still in his hair, his hands were still at the clasp of her 'shirt' and on her hip.

"Mr. Potter.. I mean.. Alawr. Mr. Alwar. Mrs. Weasly. May I remind you that you are in a public setting and that public displays of affection are against school regulations."

"My apologies Professor. I guess we'll just have to go somewhere less public, my love. Have you seen my summer home in the Amets? Well, my favorite." Harry's grin was devilish.

"No I haven't," Ginny let out something between a squeal and a giggle as Harry picked her up and large feathered wings ripped from Harry's back and slammed down. They were both soon air-born and laughing madly. The threats of the Professor were barely heard. They phased through the wall and hurled into the sky.

"Hold on!" was Ginny's only warning before Harry Stitched.

It was called Stitching because the seam of one reality was ripped allowing the Seamster to pass through and restitch the seam before passing to another reality.

Harry Stitched to a place where it was mid-summer, somewhere by the coast. A golden sun blazed in the west, just resting on the waters edge. Three moons stretched across the evening sky like a string of blue pearls. Meztli must be soaring over another planet. I wonder which priestesses are up there. A cliff thrust out into the waters, natural stairs curled up with the vines, battling the sea spray that threatened to tear them down.

SWOOSH!

A teal amphithere dropped in beside them. One large golden eye swiveled backwards towards Harry and his Heart.

"ROARK NAR'MECK!" Welcome Home Master.

"Nooar Kar'Kect!" It's good to be back.

"MAECH KENARC SVIT MECK!" I'll inform Svitlanna of your return, Master.

"Keeare Matlalihuitl!" Thank you, Matlalihuitl.

Ginny stared in wonder at her lover as he spoke easily in the dragon tongue. Then returned her eyes to the cliff. Golden summer grass bowed in the gental breeze. A thundering reached their ears as a herd of horses galloped across the cliff top.

Ginny's breath was stolen by the pure beauty of it all.

"So where is you home?" Ginny shouted over the wind.

"Right here!"

"Where?"

Harry chuckled, "Look again."

Matlalihuitl had just reached the edge of the cliff. His great feathered wings ripped to the sides, slowing his massive body.

"MECK AR NAR!" Master is home. Matlalihuitl's roar tore through the air, and through the glamour on Harry's home. Great spires, massive castle walls, and huge gardens were revealed in a ripple of magic. As Harry flew in the same path of Matlalihuitl, Ginny saw the rest of the castle. Balconies, stairs, and windows made a delicate lattice work down the cliff side, and ended at the base with a small harbor. As Harry flew closer, Ginny could tell not one inch of this place had been carved. The gental curves, brilliant stone work, could never be done by the hands of man.

What surprised her the most, was not the castle, but the people running out of it. Men, women, and children where running out to see their lord return. Everyone was waving happily, shouting welcomes in more languages then Ginny new, some where even playing instruments, a few men and women were singing as well. Harry's chuckled rumbled in his chest before he let out a deafening roar.

"You could have warned me you ass. Also, I can fly by myself," Ginny smirked at the surprise on Harry's face.

While he was still in shock, Ginny rolled from Harry's arms in to pure air. Ginny's new training immediately kicked in. In her mind Ginny saw her human form surrounded by the forms she could take. A scroll was in her hands, which she passed to the angeal form. Once the angeal's hands were wrapped around the scroll, Ginny felt the corresponding blood within her explode. Angelic wings ripped from her back, her top cut in a way she could do this with out fear of flashing. Once her wings were out and the muscles on her back rewired, Ginny shot back up to Harry.

The crowd behind them was silent as the saw the girl in their lords arms fall, then become a great angeal like their lord. Everyone only stared as the two faced each other, then cheers rang out again as their lord kissed the new comer. They then took hands and flew to the entryway. People rushed to there to find out who this new comer was, and if their lord finally had chosen a wife.

Harry and Ginny flew into a great courtyard where Matlalihuitl was waiting with a withered old hag. The residents soon filed in, eager to watch.

"Welcome back m'lord," the hags voice was the soft tone of a favorite grandmother.

"It's good to be home," Harry chuckled.

"Did you finally bring a mate home child?"

Harry looked into Ginny's eyes and gave her hand a squeeze, "I hope so."

The old woman hobbled over to Ginny and looked her over, "Welcome child. I am Svitlanna. Closest thing this boy's had to a mother. I watch over his estates when he is gone..

"Not to mention badgers me to find a wife...

"Boy, someone of your age should have a wife and children!"

Harry only chuckled.

"Sire!"

"Sisko."

A woman with the sari and tattoos of a general stood at attention several feet away, "When would you like the reports sir?"

"Later, Sisko."

"Yes sir."

"Right now," the devilish smile was back, "I have to show My Love the palace."

Hours later, and many twisting passages filled with beautiful tapestries, elegant vases, gold gilding, and various expensive things, Harry finally brought Ginny to his chambers. Tall doors bared the entrance, one ebony one balsa. The ebony door had a growling dragon carved onto it, the balsa, a dragon that seemed to look right at you with eyes full of love.

A growl rumbled in Harry's throat opening (Ginny assumed) the spelled doors, revealing the magestic interior.

"Wow," Ginny whispered, her voice and face awed.

The bed sat on the far wall directly across from the doorway. It was drapped in silks and pillows in golds, blacks, purples, and reds. Dark blue velvet cascaded down from the ceiling creating a beautiful velvet canopy. Black, purple, and red silk fell from the center point in the ceiling, lengths of the silk had been pulled back up to the ceiling, creating delicate arches. Large beautiful mirrors sat on one wall with small blocks of the faeri wood tunder beneath them. Tunder was a dark wood loved by both the faeri and the faye, strong enough that thin whisps of the wood could hold up stone balconies, but flexible enough to let faye and faeri hands to shape it easily. The tunder boxes seemed to serve as desks. Quills and parchment and various bottles were scattered across the tops. Soft looking pillows were scattered across the floor. A grouping in one corner by a pile of books and scrolls suggested a favorite reading spot.

"What do you think?" the words were whispered in her ear. Warm breath danced across her neck. Warmer hands traced her stomach.

"I love it," the firm body behind her supported her weight completely, and a pressure in her lower back called up the desire in her.

Whispered words and sensual touches later, Ginny was on her back, her legs thrown over Harry's shoulders as his tongue assalted her center. Warm juices filled his mouth as his thumb rubbed her clit. Ginny's moans of pleasure assaulted his ears, and ran with his blood straight to his crotch. Harry's tongue left her, and slid slowly up her body. He alternated between soft kisses and softer licks. His hands fumbled at the small clasps of Ginny's top. He finally grew impatient and broke the small chains keeping her top on. His mouth and hands immediately fell upon her now free breasts.

Ginny writhed as Harry bit, kissed, licked, and pinched the sensitive flesh. He's cruel for torturing me like this. An evil smile played on her lips. Time for some pay back.

She grabbed a fist full of hair and brought his lips to hers. While their tongues battled, Ginny flipped him over and began working his pants. With his shirt and school robes in tatters some where back in their Realm, it was all she had to get off before he was naked beneath her. He's commando! I wonder if he even put any on? Or did he purposely not phase those? Ginny giggled into Harry's mouth. The thought of Harry's boxers floating down onto someone's head in the Great Hall...

"Whats so funny?" Harry gasped.

Another giggle, "Just thinking. 'Bout what you might do when I do this."

Meztli- Moon

Amphithere- Feathered Dragon. Common in Aztec Mythology.

Matlalihuitl- Blue-green feather

Svitlanna- just the name of a steward i've had in my head forever

Sisko- Sister

Next one is just going to be smut... lots of smut...

AUTHORS WARNING!!

I will be out of the country on the 19th! I'll try to get the smut written tomorrow and on, but if I don't I am soooooo sorry! I swear I will hand write 4 chapters and post them when I get back!