A/N: Ok, this is my first fanfic that I've ever done so please be gentle but opinionated with your reviews. I'm back after recovering from the flu. I'm ditching any schedule andamgoing to start updating this as soon as I finish a chapter, so keep checking back or sign-up for an alert.

Disclaimer: All the characters, places, objects, etc. from books 1-6 (and maybe some stuff before them) belong solely to J.K. Rowling.

The rest of the stuff in this story is out of my own mind and any resemblance to anything in book 7 when it comes out is purely coincidental.

Summery: With what lies ahead of Harry, he gathers as much help as he can to aide in his quest to defeat Voldemort. Will Harry succeed? Will love come into his life?

Chapter 11

"Ginny, are you going to tell us where we're going," said Ron as Ginny lead the group away from The Burrow and through some nearby woods.

"You'll see when we get there," she called back to him.

"You do know where you're going, right?" Harry asked her.

"Of course I do," she replied, "you wanted a quiet place away from eavesdroppers right? Well, where we're going is just such a place. As a matter of fact, it's just beyond this batch of trees."

Harry suddenly realized he was hearing the sound of running water close by. Then, when Ginny took them past the trees, Harry saw the source of the sound. They were standing in a small clearing that was over looking a bend in the river that flowed near The Burrow.

"Wow, what is this place?" inquired Hermione.

"It's my own little place that I'd come to whenever I had a row with mum or dad, or got frustrated over things going on in my life," Ginny said as she sat down on a mossy stump, "it's a place to clear my mind."

"I can see why you'd come here. It's beautiful."

"How come I never knew about this?" asked Ron.

Ginny turned and shot him a dirty look. "You were one of the reasons that I came here Ron," she snarled.

"What? Why me?"

"Have you forgotten your reactions when you found out about me and Michael, or me and Dean! Hell, I'm surprised you haven't tried to hit Harry!"

Ron stood dumbstruck. "My reactions?" Ron said sounding shocked, "Ginny, you're my baby sister. I've been trying to look out for you."

"News flash Ron! You're not my only brother, you don't need to be over protective of me!"

"I'm not overprotective!" Ron shouted.

Ginny shot up from the stump she was sitting on, "Yes you are Ron! You're the only one of my brothers that is constantly sticking his fat nose in my business and trying to run my life!"

Harry and Hermione stood back, trying not to add any fuel to the fire raging between Ron and Ginny.

"I have done no such thing!"

"Oh piss-off Ron! Not even mum and dad are as protective as you are!"

"I already told you I'm not… over… protective!"

The next thing that Harry and Hermione saw was Ginny whipping out her wand and suddenly, Ron was being attacked by what appeared to be bats that had just flown out of his nose.

"Enjoy your bat-bogies!" Ginny shouted at Ron as she stormed off.

"I'm going to go after her," Harry told Hermione, "see if you can help out Ron.

Hermione nodded with a slightly disgusted look on her face at the thought of dealing with Ron's flying bogies. Harry followed in the direction that Ginny had left. He thought that she might have headed back to The Burrow, but the sobbing that soon reached his ears told him different.

"Ginny?" he said as he walked into a small clearing. Sitting on a mossy log in the middle of the clearing, with her face in her hands, was Ginny. "Are you alright?"

She sniffled and lifted her head a bit. "You know how adept I am at with Bat-Bogey Hexes," she said in a threatening tone.

"Gin, can I please talk to you?"

"Harry, I-I just want to be alone for now."

Harry stood where he was and sighed deeply, "Alright, but if you do want to talk, I'll be there for you."

He turned to head back to the other clearing where Ron and Hermione were, but he stopped when Ginny spoke to him. "Harry," she said quietly as she stood up and walked over towards him, "I didn't want to do that to Ron."

He looked at her and said, "Of course not. He's your brother and you do have rows from time to time."

"It's just that I've been under a lot of stress recently. There's the wedding, my O.W.L. results, our relationship, what we're going to be doing after the wedding, and the row I just had with Ron was the breaking point," she said as she started crying. Harry pulled her to him where she sobbed into his shoulder. He heard a noise nearby and turned his head. Hermione stepped into the clearing.

"Just wanted to let you know I'm following Ron back to The Burrow to cool off," she told him.

"Ok Hermione," Harry replied, "we might be a while longer."

"Alright. I'll see you when you get back." And with that, Hermione turned and left, leaving Harry and Ginny alone.

"Harry," Ginny said raising her head from Harry's shoulder, "you don't have to stay out here with me."

"It's no problem Gin," he told her, "I want to be here with you… for you." He looked down into her eyes as her wiped away her tears with his sleeve. They stared at each other for a minute, and then leaned towards each other allowing their mouths to embrace one another.

Ginny pulled back slightly and whispered to Harry, "Thank you. Thank you for being here for me Harry."

"Do you want to sit down for a bit and relax before we head back to the house?" he asked her, indicating towards the nearby log.

"Sure. Why not."

They walked over to the log and Harry sat on the ground with his back against the log. Then Ginny, instead of sitting next to him, sat in between his legs with her back against his chest. Harry found himself wrapping his arms around her. She cuddled into his body and lightly kissed his hands as he held her.

"You know Gin," he said as he continued holding her, "I've been kind of thinking about what you told me yesterday. About having a baby and all."

Ginny turned her head to look back at Harry. "What mean 'kind of'?" she asked him.

"Well, I've been wondering about it. Like if it would be a boy or girl. Whose hair it would have. Or," he chuckled lightly, "whose personality it would take after."

She smiled at him. "Knowing my family, it would probably be a red-head. But with you, it'll probably also have rather unmanageable hair," she said as she ran her fingers back through Harry's hair.

"Well, at least we know we'd be able to handle a trouble maker. You've spent your life with Fred and George, dealt with Dudley during mine."

"Very true. You know Harry, it's nice that we can have these types of conversations with each other. Serious, but still lighthearted." She reached her right hand back and pulled Harry's head down to her and kissed him on the lips.

As they broke apart, Harry began to feel something stirring inside him. He looked into Ginny's eyes and tilted his head back towards her. Their lips embraced passionately as they held onto one another. Ginny rolled over so that she was now face to face with Harry as she, once again, pressed her mouth to his. She began massaging his chest through his shirt. Harry's mouth broke away from Ginny's and traveled down to her neck. Her eyes closed and she moaned softly as her did this. He worked his way back up until their mouths were once again locked together in passion.

Then, just as suddenly as the day before, Harry felt Ginny's hands rubbing his inner thigh. But this time, his reaction was entirely different. It was as if something from inside was controlling his actions. The next thing he knew, Ginny was pulling his shirt off, over his head. She was now kissing and massaging his bare chest. Then he did something he didn't even realize he was doing until he did it. He pulled Ginny's shirt off of her. She did not resist. As a matter of fact, she aided him by removing her own bra. They moved back together, kissing one another. He didn't know if it was the warmth of and passion of their bodies together or if it was just the overall sensation of ecstasy that he felt; but all of a sudden, Harry had moved Ginny onto her back on a soft patch of grass in the clearing. He got on top of her and used his mouth to explore her body. She continued moaning as he moved from her lips, down to her neck, and the to her soft, supple breasts. His tongue played with her nipples as he sucked on her breasts. Ginny's moaning increased as she allowed Harry to toy with her body.

An urge filled Harry that he had never felt before. And he found his fingers running along the waistline of Ginny's pants. He slowly began to remove them along with her panties. The sight of Ginny's nude body was a thing of beauty to Harry. Her milky white skin, the gentle curves of her body, and her stunning facial features all combined to create the goddess before him. Her eyes moved down to his jeans and then back to his eyes. Harry quickly got the hint and began to undo his belt and remove his jeans. Ginny sat up so she was face to face with Harry and began passionately kissing him. She then pushed him down onto the ground where she began exploring his body with her mouth. She moved all over him from mouth to neck and from chest to his waistline. Harry fell into a euphoric state as Ginny took him into her mouth. Her tongue danced around him as she moved her head up and down. The feeling in Harry's body was indescribable, all he knew was he didn't want it to stop. However, something else popped into his head.

Harry pulled Ginny away and laid her back onto the ground. He then took hand and began gently massaging her between her legs. Judging by the look on her face and her resumed moans, Harry could tell that she was falling into the same euphoric state that he had just been in. He slowly began moving his fingers around her opening. As he did this, her body began to shutter and her moans increased. His fingers then moved in and out of her in rhythm. Harry could feel Ginny's body tighten around them as she began to move in rhythm with the movement of his fingers. The warmth from her body had amplified what felt like ten fold.

"Oh Harry… don't stop," Ginny said through her moaning.

Harry continued pulsing his fingers in and out of her. She slowly arched her back as his rhythm quickened even more. As he continued, Ginny climaxed. "Oh yes… oh Harry," she panted, "Harry… that was wonderful."

"Really? You wanna try the real thing?" he asked her.

She looked up at him and simply nodded as to say go ahead. Harry positioned himself between her legs, placed his hands on her hips, and slowly guided himself into her. Ginny reacted with a soft moan and lightly bit her lower lip. Her hands moved down and caressed Harry's hands. He then began to move in and out of her. Within minutes, their bodies were moving in a synchronized rhythm. The electricity pulsating through them was intense. Their bodies glistened with sweat. The pace of their rhythm quickened. Faster and faster. In and out. Both of them moaning in passion. Harry could feel Ginny's body begin to tighten up. Her nails dug into his arms as the sensation grew. Their bodies began to quiver when they both climaxed together, both panting heavily as their bodies began to relax.

Harry laid down beside Ginny. "Wow," he said, "that was intense."

"You were wonderful Harry," Ginny complimented him. She rolled over on her side, took Harry's head in her hand so that he faced her, and kissed him on the lips. After that, she draped an arm over Harry and cuddled into him as he wrapped an arm around her. For several minutes, the two of them just lay there holding each other as the summer breeze caressed their bodies.

"You know," Harry began, "we should probably get going before someone comes looking for us."

"You're right. I'd never hear the end of it if mum saw us like this," Ginny said.

The thought of the Weasley's reaction to what he and Ginny had just done made Harry feel a little woozy and lightheaded. Ginny tossed him his pants. Would he be questioned on why he and Ginny were away for so long? Ginny handed over Harry's shirt.

"Harry, are you alright?" she asked him, "you look a little woozy."

"I'm ok. It's just… I don't know how I might act around Ron, or anyone in your family," he said.

"It'll be fine. Just remain calm and think of something else, other than us."

"I don't know how well I could do that Gin. You remember when I told you about how I rolled out of bed this morning?"

"Yeah… you're not feeling any bad effects from it are you?"

"No it's nothing like that. It' that I was having a dream before I rolled onto the floor… a dream about you and me having sex."

"Ok, nice to know you do dream of me."

"The thing is, that when I saw Ron after I woke up, I had this tremendously awkward feeling inside of me. It was an indescribable sensation. I felt that I could never be near him again. And that was just from a dream." Harry began to seem panicked.

"Relax Harry," Ginny said calmly, "we'll work together. I wouldn't put you in a situation that makes you feel that uncomfortable."

Harry sighed deeply. "Thanks Gin," hew said as he finished redressing.

"Come on, let's get back."

They dusted themselves off and began trekking back towards The Burrow. As they came out of the woods, they saw Ron and Hermione sitting out by the garden having lunch.

"How are you doing Ginny?" Hermione asked cautiously, trying not to restart the feud between Ron and Ginny.

"Much better," she replied, "Harry and I talked through a bunch of stuff, and it was a relief to get it all off my chest."

"Must have been quite a bit. You two were gone for a while after I left."

"Yeah, well Harry's a good listener and helps me out when I need it." She turned to Ron and said, "Ron, I'm sorry I blew up at you… and hexed you."

"No problem. I should know by now to be ready to deflect hexes when you get angry. And Ginny, I'm sorry too. I have been a little over protective over the years," he told her, "I've just wanted you to have the best life that you could."

"Ron… I've had the best life I've could. If it wasn't for you sitting next to Harry on the train, we might not at all have become the friends we are today. Or if you hadn't been with Harry and Lockhart when I was in the chamber, I might not even be alive right now. Ron, you've done more for me than you may even realize, and I thank you for that." She walked over and kissed his cheek. Ron blushed slightly and smiled at his sister.

"Well," said Hermione, "we've saved you some sandwiches. Why don't you join us?"

"Sounds good," said Harry trying his best to act as if nothing had happened between him and Ginny.

"So," Hermione resumed, looking over her shoulder as Harry and Ginny sat down, "about our reasoning for leaving after the wedding, does anyone have any suggestions?"

The four of them tossed around various ideas for several minutes on how best to explain their plans for the upcoming year.

"Let's face it," said a frustrated Ginny, "there's no way around it. Mum's going to shout herself hoarse when we tell her."

"She'll at least be in a happy mood after the wedding," said Ron.

"Well, maybe we could actually make her happier," suggested Hermione, "just in case."

"What do you mean?"

"We tell her Ron… about us."

Ron sighed as he looked at her. "You sure you want to do that? I mean, are you prepared for any repercussions?"

Hermione took Ron's hands and looked him in the eyes. "She's going to find out sooner or later, so why not use it to try and put her in a good mood before we possibly put her in the worst mood of her life."

Ron stared into Hermione's alluring brown eyes and slowly nodded as he said, "Alright, let's do it. We tell her on Thursday. At the reception?"

"Sounds good," approved Ginny, "there'll be alcohol available to calm her nerves down a bit."

They finished up their lunch and headed back inside.

"Ron," said Hermione, "can I talk to you for a bit?"

"What about?" he asked.

"Just something I want to talk to you about, in private," she replied, then looked to Harry and Ginny, "we might be a while."

"No problem," said Ginny, "why don't we just split up and have some quality alone time as couples."

"Sounds good."

And with that, the two couples split up. Ron and Hermione went up to Ron's room, while Harry and Ginny went into Ginny's room.

"Harry, I don't know what to say…" Ginny began as she closed the door to her room, "but this afternoon was an experience that I'll never forget." She walked over to him and kissed his lips.

"I'll always remember it too Gin," Harry told her, "I'll admit that it was a little awkward to be around Ron afterwards, but I do think that I'll be able to get over that."

"That's good to hear. Just remember that we're going to talk to my mum at the reception on Thursday. I really don't want you to be nervous then."

"I'll try. But acting normal around your parents isn't going to be easy."

"I know babe, but we can get though this." As Ginny said this, there was a knock at the door and Hermione entered.

"Sorry if I'm disturbing you," she apologized when she saw them hand in hand, starring into each other's eyes, "I just wanted to grab my jacket. Ron and I are going to go walk around for a bit."

"It's ok Hermione," Ginny replied, "we were just talking about the day's events."

"Thanks. I'll see you guys later." Hermione grabbed her jacket and left the room, closing the door behind her.

"It's amazing how you do that," said Harry after Hermione had left.

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked him.

"How you can flat out tell someone the truth, but not tell them the truth."

Ginny smiled, "I just omit certain details of the truth. After being in a family with people like Fred and George, things like that come as second nature."

Harry laughed slightly and said, "Yeah, I guess they do tend to rub off on people."

"You know what Harry? Instead of being cooped up in here, why don't we go downstairs and relax for a while."

"Why not. Shall we," Harry said as he held out his hand for Ginny.

She smiled at him and took his hand. The two of them proceeded downstairs hand in hand. When they reached the bottom of the stairs and entered the living room, they were greeted by someone that neither of them expected to see at all.

"Good afternoon Mr. Potter and Miss Weasley," said the visitor, "it's nice to see that you're both doing well."

"P-Professor McGonagall?" said Harry slightly dumbstruck.

"Yes, it is I Mr. Potter."

"What are you doing here?"

Professor McGonagall held up an envelope and said, "I'm here to hand deliver Miss Weasley her O.W.L. results."

As soon as she heard this, Ginny went white as a ghost, "My-my O.W.L. r-results?"

"Yes Miss Weasley."

It was then that Ginny's knees seemed to buckle as she began to collapse from shock. Luckily, Harry managed to catch her and lead her to a nearby chair before she hit the floor.

Professor McGonagall continued, "In all my years of teaching, that reaction is common. Especially from someone who is such a good friend of Miss Granger."

Harry suppressed a snigger when he heard this and remembered back to the previous summer when he, Ron, and Hermione had received their O.W.L. results, and how stressed out Hermione was on the day that they arrived.

"Here you are Miss Weasley," said Professor McGonagall, placing the envelope into Ginny's shaking hands. Ginny sat there, staring at the envelope as if were a howler, ready to explode.

She looked up at Harry and spoke with a voice that was shaking as much as her hands were, "C-could you o-open it H-Harry?"

"You sure?" he asked her. She nodded in reply. Harry took the envelope from her and pried the flap open. He took out the parchment from inside, and unfolded it. As he looked down at what was written on it, his jaw dropped. Mrs. Weasley, who had been listening to the conversation while folding laundry nearby, came over to look at the parchment in Harry's hand.

"Oh my," she said, now baring a look of shock similar to Harry's.

"Is it that bad?" questioned Ginny.

"No. It isn't bad at all," Harry replied as he handed her the letter. As Ginny looked down, she almost fell out of her chair. Listed on the parchment in her hands, was nothing but O's for each and every subject listed. It was a perfect twelve O.W.L.s. Ginny looked up at Professor McGonagall.

"Congratulations Miss Weasley," McGonagall told her, "I haven't seen work like yours since your brother Percy was at school."

Ginny continued to sit there in silence.

"Are you alright Gin?" Harry asked her.

"I-I… I don't know what to say," she finally uttered.

"It's alright dear," said Mrs. Weasley as she patted her daughter on the shoulder, "we're all proud of you."

"Thanks mum."

"Why don't you go and find your brother and Hermione, and let them know the good news."

Professor McGonagall interjected herself, "Actually Molly, there is another reason why I am here. In addition to delivering your daughter's O.W.L. results, I am also here to talk to Mr. Potter."

"Me, Professor?" Harry questioned, looking surprised that she wanted to talk to him in person.

"Yes Mr. Potter, you. I have been asked to bring you, Miss Weasley, Mr. Weasley, and Miss Granger to Hogwarts. There is someone there who wishes to speak to all four of you."

Harry's brain began working though who at Hogwarts would want to talk to him. There was Hagrid, but he would have come to The Burrow on his own. Maybe it was Slughorn wanting to add Ron to the "Slug Club".

"Who wants to talk to all of us at the school?" asked Ginny.

McGonagall looked at them and said something that no one in the room expected to hear, "Professor Dumbledore."

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