Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading so far! I hope you're enjoying it. Please review!! It really motivates me to keep going. Thanks to everyone who added my story to their favorites, and to the couple of you who put it on alert! There's quite a ways to go…I have big plans for this story. You'll soon find out why it has an M rating. I've had the first 8 chapters and the prologue written for a while, and reading other stories, I felt it needed a "little something extra." Enjoy! (Italics are thoughts of the characters).

Chapter Nine

Anger and Love

Once the four of them had moved everything from their original houses and had settled into the new, surprisingly accommodating Bay Bluff house, they finally felt safe. It was a really secluded house overlooking Bruqruian Bay. It was up on a cliff that descended slowly onto a beach. It had a nice little path that led down to the water where there was a little cove that Harry had discovered one day when he was walking down by the water thinking things out. He thought about how the most important thing was to keep his family safe. Why did Ginny have to be so dang stubborn all the time? Harry had no problem with Hermione wanting to go, and Ron. But Ginny was another story. If anything happened to her he wouldn't be able to live with himself.

This was all his fault. It was him Voldemort was after, and it was him the Death Eaters wanted now. He should just give himself up to them. That was the only way to make sure they never went after his family. It was the only way to stop Lucius Malfoy and the others for good. Once Harry was taken care of, they would just leave everything else well enough alone. At the very least, it's what he could hope for.

As he walked barefoot in the sand, the wind off the bay blowing his hair gently, he felt the need to be close to Ginny, just in case. Just in case what? he thought to himself. Just incase I die? Just incase I have to give myself over to the dark side…AGAIN?! That was the answer, though. That was why he wanted to be close to her. How much longer did they really have?

That was when Harry stumbled upon the cove. As he was thinking how much he needed some alone time with his wife, he looked to his left and saw an opening in the dirt and rock. It was large enough to fit two people trying to escape from the rest of the world, if only for a couple of hours.

He ran back to the house where Ginny was in the kitchen with Hermione unpacking dishes and food. Harry figured Ron must be upstairs somewhere. "Harry, where were you?" Ginny walked over and kissed Harry lightly on the lips.

"Just out walking, love." She walked away and resumed her business. While she was looking away, Harry motioned to Hermione to come over and talk to him alone. "Look, Hermione. I don't know how much longer I have. The only solution I can think of to keep Ginny and the kids, and you and Ron too, out of danger is to give myself up to Malfoy. Don't argue with me, either, Hermione Jean," he said when he saw that she was about to protest.

"Fine. I won't argue verbally, but you know that no one's ever going to let you do that."

"Well, if you can stop me, more power to you," Harry said with a little bit of edge, "but say everything goes according to my plan, and you can't stop me from giving myself up."

"All right, I'll play along. What if everything goes according to your plan, Harry?"

"I just want some alone time with Ginny this evening."

"And how might I be able to help with that particular request. It seems that if Ginny doesn't want to go, you can't make her."

"That's not the problem, and you know it, smarty pants. I just need you to keep Ron away from the beach tonight."

Hermione grinned. "I can manage." Harry laughed and knew she was implying something.

"Thanks, Mione." He hugged her and said, "Thanks for always being there for me. Aside from Ginny, you and Ron mean the world to me. I love you."

"We love you too, Harry, but don't go talking like you're going to die tomorrow. We're not gonna let that happen."

"I know, but just incase. I don't want anything to happen to any of us without telling you how huge of a part of my life you are."

"Okay, but Ginny's probably wondering what happened to us." She released his hug and walked back into the kitchen while Harry went upstairs to his and Ginny's room. He walked past the four rooms that would belong to the kids when they were there on holiday. He gathered a few essentials from the bedroom like a couple of blankets, a couple pillows and some candles and put them all into a bag that was magicked the same way Hermione's beaded bag had been during their seventh year journey.

Harry went down the stairs to the kitchen to find Ginny sitting reading a magazine at the table. "Ginny, love, come with me." She got up without any questions and followed him to the beach. Neither one of them said a word the whole way as they walked towards the water, their hands intertwined.

Five minutes later, Harry led Ginny into the small by the bay. "What are we doing here, Harry?" He couldn't bring himself to tell her what inspired him to be suddenly romantic. He couldn't tell her he was afraid he was going to die.

He took both of her hands and pressed her palms to his face. He closed his eyes and held them there, taking in every sense of what it felt like when she touched him. Keeping her hands on his cheeks he opened his bright green eyes and looked into her beautiful brown ones. "I love you, Ginny Potter."

"I love you too, Harry, but why are you acting so grim?"

"I'm not acting grim. I just realized that it's been a long time since I took as much time as I pleased to be with you. We've made love, and well, but it just feels like we haven't truly taken in every aspect of each other and showed our love as much as we did before we had kids…before the Dark side rose again." He moved her hands from his face and wrapped her arms around his lower back. He put his muscular arms around her lower back as well. He loved how her back felt, the small arch right above her butt, and just enough flesh on her hips to hold on to.

"Harry." She looked straight into his eyes. "I miss that too, but why the sudden inspiration?"

"Let's not talk about that right now." He was desperate to change the subject. If she knew what was causing this impulse, she may start to cry, and the way he was feeling, he didn't want that just now. She appeared to know that, too. Nevertheless, she said, "Harry, if something is wrong other than the fact that we had to get out of our house because we're in danger, you need to tell me. I'm your wife, Harry."

"Fine, but let's sit down, at least and open this burgundy." He set out the blankets over the sand as Ginny stood by looking worried. He removed the cork from the wine bottle and poured two glasses. "Here, love. Sit down."

She took the glass and sat down between his lets, resting her head on his shoulder and taking a sip of wine. "Talk to me Harry James Potter. What's on your mind?"

She said this without looking at him. If she did she might cry. She was already getting that pinching feeling at the back of her eyes. "I was thinking today when I took my walk alone. I was thinking that we're being silly by moving here."

"What do you mean? Of course we're not being silly. We have to be safe. Why on earth would you think there's something silly about that?"

"I only mean that if I just gave myself up to Lucius none of you would be in danger. Instead, by running away like a coward, I'm putting you all in extended danger."

Ginny stood up, her fallen wine glass soaking into the sand next to the blanket. She really was crying now as Harry stood up to match her. He tried to reach for her. He wanted to hold her. Why was he always making her cry. "Maybe you would have been better off with someone else, Ginny. All I do is cause you pain. I hate seeing you cry and you won't let me hold you."

"HARRY JAMES POTTER HOW COULD YOU SAY THAT TO ME? I REALLY DON'T LIKE YOU RIGHT NOW. AFTER EVERYTHING…EVERYTHING WE'VE BEEN THROUGH, THE BIRTHS OF OUR THREE CHILDREN HOW COULD YOU DOUBT THAT I WOULD EVER WANT TO BE WITH YOU? YOU DID THE SAME FUCKING THING TO ME BEFORE YOU WENT ON YOUR LITTLE HORCUX JOURNEY! YOU JUST EXCLUDE ME FROM YOUR LIFE BECAUSE YOU THINK THAT ME BEING IN DANGER WOULD MAKE ME LOVE YOU ANY LESS. YOU THINK IT WOULD CAUSE ME LESS PAIN TO LIVE HERE AND HIDE THAN TO LET YOU DIE? YOU DISGUST ME YOU HORRIBLE MAN!" The flames in her eyes matched her hair.

Harry hung his head in shame but moved towards her. This time she didn't back away. "You're right, Ginny. I'm sorry. Come here." He held out his hands to her.

This time she took a teensy step back. "I know you, Harry. You're just saying that, then you're going to go off and give yourself up and I'm going to wake up to find a note on your pillow and the doorbell ringing saying you've been killed and all I got was a kiss on the forehead before you snuck out at 2:00am."

"Ginny, no. Never." He rushed towards her not giving her enough time to back away and grabbed her, pulling her towards him. He squeezed her so tight he was afraid he might hurt her, but the way she was squeezing back that didn't seem likely. He released her slightly and held her face in his hands. He kissed her deeply as they walked back toward the blanket. "Ginny, I love you so much, I would never do that to you. Not if I knew for sure I would die. I promise I will never leave you as long as I can help it. I would miss this body way too damn much."

He smiled broadly before pulling her even closer and kneeling them both down towards the blanket. Their tongues wrestled, each trying to give more. Harry moved his hands into her thick, fiery hair. God, how he loved her hair. He loved the way it smelled, like flowers, the familiar scent that followed her. He loved how it looked, how it felt when it rubbed against his shaven face.

As her hands moved up to his neck from under his arms he slid his hands slowly up the back of her shirt feeling her soft skin on his palms. How did she get it that soft? He moved his hands toward her bra, wanting to push that aside. Thank God it's strapless, he thought. He pulled it out from under her shirt as he stopped kissing her to look and take it all in. She wanted him and he knew. Her nipples were hard under her shirt and her face had the blazing look it had when she kissed him for the first time.

"Now, Harry. Now." He knew she meant business. He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and pulled it over his head and her hands went automatically to his rock-hard pecs as their lips met fiercely. Their breathing was heavy as Harry's hands went for her shirt. He pulled it off and their lips parted only for that brief moment when it went over her head.

His hands went for her the button on her form-fitting jeans as she stuck her hands down his to grab his tight butt. They stopped kissing and Harry laid her down gently and kissed her forehead before moving down to pull off her jeans. He just couldn't wait any longer and pulled her lacy underwear off along with them, throwing them aside. Still wearing his pants, he let her be pleasured first. "Harry, wait."

"What could you possibly have doubts about, Ginny? We have three children."

"I know that. Come here." He crawled towards her and her delicate hands reached up and pulled his glasses off slowly. She set them aside. "There's those eyes I love." She reached up for his face and kissed each of his eyelids in turn. "I love you, Harry, now take me."

"I love you too." He kissed her forehead, then pecked her lips lightly teasing her. He kissed the space between her perfect collar bones. He moved his mouth to one nipple, then the other, gently caressing them with his tongue. He continued down her body placing his hands on her hips, he moved his head slowly to her stomach and left his face there for just a second to smell her skin and kissed it right above her belly button. Knowing what was next she closed her eyes, arched her back and let his tongue explore her. Although he was familiar, each time felt different. She moaned and he knew she was pleased. His hands caressed her thighs as he moved them towards her knees, lifting them higher for more room. When he finally moved back towards her upper half, she smiled eyes full of thanks.

Ginny sat up and looked into his eyes once more before putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing him down. She pulled off his pants but left his striped boxers on. She sat on top of him. He closed his eyes and moaned. It was so close. Those damn boxers. She moved down and sat on his knees. He saw her hand move its way toward the hole in his boxers. She is such a damn tease. Who am I kidding? This is bloody brilliant. Harry held his breath as she touched him gently with just her forefinger, running it gently down his shaft. Slowly she moved one more finger on until she was holding him in her hand. Their eyes met for a brief moment and she smiled teasingly before moving her mouth down over his tip. She just licked him with the tip of her tongue before kissing him. Little by little he was finally in her mouth. She had her eyes open in concentration while his hands gripped the blanket and then her hair. He caressed her scalp, gently telling her where to go without being so direct.

She didn't want him to come quite yet so she pulled away and removed his boxers then grabbed his hips and lay down on top of him. His manhood was resting beneath her flat stomach. She kissed him deeply and rolled over onto her back. Her look told him to get on top of her, now. He put his hands under her knees, separating her just enough to rest his knees between her legs. Resting with his hands on either side of her shoulders, he taunted her by just touching the tip of himself to her. "Tell me what to do, Harry, what do you want?"

"Say my name, tell me something."

"I need you now, Harry Potter, please." Her voice was growing louder with impatience and her head glistened with sweat.

"Open for me, Ginny. Let me."

She spread her legs farther and reach down to let me in. She loved it when he did that so that his penis touched her hands gently as he moved inside her. He moved deeper in and she put her hands on his back. Moving his elbows down to the blanket he put his hands under the small of her back, sliding them towards her butt. He went deeper still and she arched her back to tell him where to go.

They moved together, eyes closed then open, kissing and moaning. She bit her lip and looked at him. She was ready, and so was he. They came together screaming so loud Harry thought for the briefest second that Ron could hear. Pushing his lover's brother and his best friend out of his mind, he closed his eyes and let his muscles relax, pulling out. It was strange, Harry thought, how the best sex they ever had came right after a shouting match. That was what he loved about Ginny, her passion in bed and out of it. He squeezed her close to him as she pulled the blanket up to cover them. She would never let him go.

"Never let go, Harry. Promise me you'll never let go."

"I promise." He kissed her hand and closed his eyes.

Author's note: This chapter was difficult yet easy to write. (That's an inside joke for anyone wondering.) Anyway, the end should remind you of "Titanic" ("Never let go, Jack." He even kisses her hand ). Foreshadowing? Read and see!