MATURE CONTENT WARNING!
Harry was nose deep in one of Hermione's muggle books when Molly called them all down for tea, and the sight downstairs was one that truly warmed his heart. Arthur sat at the head of the table, laughing and telling stories as Hermione and Ginny listened intently, Ron sat waiting for his meal, his knife and fork at the ready as he waited patiently, and George had brought Angelina along with him and they were laughing and whispering in each other's ear, looking very cosy. There was something different about George that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on, but it was nice to see him so cheerful. Harry joined the Weasleys and their guests at the table as Molly charmed plates of food to hover in and land carefully on the table.
"Tuck in!", she said as she joined them. This family dinner had felt different to the ones they had had recently, Harry thought. The atmosphere had changed and everyone seemed to be a little more content as Harry looked around at them all, coming to a stop when his eyes met Ginny. Her smile was so bright that it could take on the sun as she continued to laugh with her father. She had truly begun to make progress from the blubbering wreck she had been but mere weeks before and Harry was so proud of how far she had come. He knew how hard it had been for Ginny to let go of her emotions and let them do what they were supposed to and he was happy that she had finally done it and that she had allowed herself to be found again. He had decided there and then that he wanted to do something for her, something to show her just how proud he was, when it hit him. As the family finished their meal, Harry excused himself so that he could run upstairs to Ginny's room. He gathered some things, putting them in a woven picnic basket before leaving Ginny a note and heading back downstairs and out into the Orchard. Harry walked far, much further than he usually would before finding a nice spot just on the other side of the lake. The Burrow was nothing but a distant silhouette in this spot, and the night sky was so clear that Harry could've sworn he could count every single star in the sky. He took an old red-tartan blanket from the basket and laid it out across the grass before taking out another blanket and folding it neatly, placing it by his side in case they got cold. He then took out two glass tumblers and placed them carefully on the floor before taking out some old jars that had tealight candles in them and lighting them up, placing them around the blanket on the floor when he heard footsteps approaching.
"What's all this?", Ginny's voice spoke softly as he looked up to find her looking around at the romantic setting he had created.
"I wanted to do something special for you", he said, patting the empty space beside him and inviting her to sit down. As she sat down beside him, he handed her an empty tumbler before taking a bottle of muggle champagne out of the picnic basket and filling her glass. "This was supposed to be for Bill and Fleur's wedding but – well, I never got around to giving it to them", he told her as she took a sip.
"Wow", she gasped. "This is amazing", she told him as she took another sip. Harry filled his own glass before taking a drink himself. The pair chatted casually for a while as they continued to drink their champagne before they laid down together. They laid flat on their backs so that they could look up at the stars above, Harry had his arm wrapped snugly around Ginny's shoulders as they looked up into the night sky. "I can see Orion's belt!", Ginny told him as she pointed at a row of three bright stars.
"Whose Orion?", Harry asked.
"He was a hunter in Greek mythology", Ginny chuckled. "Did you ever listen to Professor Sinistra during Astronomy?", she asked.
"Not really. Always had other things on my mind", Harry shrugged. Ginny chuckled as she pointed to the sky once more.
"Look, see? You can see his shield, just to the right", she told him.
"I think I see it!", Harry said excitedly as he squinted slightly, trying to make out the figure in the sky. Harry gave a breathy chuckle to himself as he thought about how lucky he actually was. This beautiful, smart, funny girl laid in his arms, and she was all his. And he wondered how he could ever live his life without her.
"What are you thinking?", she suddenly asked, looking up at him. Her hazel eyes were full of wonder as she looked at him with nothing but pure affection.
"About you actually. And how amazing you are", he told her honestly.
"Well, I am pretty great", she joked. "After all, I am the Chosen One's chosen one", she winked. Harry rolled his eyes, smiling brightly before turning on his side, pulling her closer until their lips locked. The feel of her against him was something Harry was still getting used to as she reached up to run her fingers through his hair. The kiss was small at first, as Harry dared to put his hand against her bare hip where her top had ridden up slightly, but it quickly grew intense as Ginny parted his legs, using her knee, so that half of her body rested against his. And in that moment; Harry finally felt like they were ready. He laid back down on his back, bringing her with him so that her whole body was on top of his. Her thigh was dangerously close to his hardening length as she kissed him hungrily, but he didn't care. Not this time. He wanted her to feel what she did to him. He wanted her to know that he was completely in awe of her. And then, Harry jumped a little as he suddenly felt Ginny's hand against his growing bulge. He willed himself to stay calm as he ran his flat palm up and down her back, cradling her jaw with his other hand as he continued to kiss her, his lips moving gently against hers, but firm at the same time as she tightened her thighs around his leg. She wanted him too. He found it rather remarkable that she didn't have to utter a single word. Sometimes, he thought he knew her better than he knew himself. Ginny pulled her lips from his, straddling him as she took off her royal-yellow top and threw it so it joined the folded blanket nearby. She wore a small pink-lace bra, a colour Harry thought he would never see her in. Ginny hovered back over him once more as he suddenly reached for his wand in his pocket.
"Wait", he said. Ginny raised her eyebrow suspiciously at him before softening her gaze when he began to mutter the contraception charm under his breath, a charm he honestly believed he would never use this soon. Harry dropped his wand as he placed his hand against the nape of her neck, pulling her towards him gently so that their lips could meet once more. Without parting lips, Harry carefully rolled over so that he was, instead, hovering over Ginny, his knee now in between her legs. He could feel the warmth of her against his knee as he allowed his hand to venture up her skirt. The lace of her knickers against his fingertips drove him, unexpectedly, wild as he hooked his index finger inside them, pulling them smoothly over her legs until she was completely free of them. As he continued to move his mouth longingly against hers, Harry thought about what his next move should be. He and the boys he had shared his Gryffindor dorm room with had had countless late-night conversations about possible situations like this, but Harry cringed at the thought as Ron had always been a part of these conversations and the last thing he wanted to think about now was his girlfriend's brother. Deciding to let instinct take control, Harry carefully rubbed the tips of two of his fingers against her centre, causing her to gasp with pleasant surprise. Harry continued to massage her swollen mound as she proceeded to let out whimpers of pleasure, her sharp, hot breaths causing Harry's glasses to steam up a little. Harry dared to slide his two fingers inside her, causing her to dig her nails into his shoulder as she bit her bottom lip. He began pumping in and out of her as gently as was possible, taking in the sensation of her inner muscles pulsating against his fingers. He had wanted to show her what she did to him, but he had never thought about what he did to her. It had taken Harry a lot longer to come to his senses, but Ginny knew they were meant to be from the moment they had met. And as he continued to pleasure her, he couldn't help but wonder how long she had wanted this? If she had imagined them together? And if she had; what would they do? He longed to know her deepest fantasies so that he could fulfil them for her. As he had told her once before; she deserved the world, and he would give it to her in any way possible. Harry suddenly felt Ginny's shaky hand against his wrist, stopping his pumping fingers as he looked deep into her eyes. Ginny looked back at him, her hazel eyes ripping into his soul. They were full of wonder and longing as she fought for her breath, sweat glistening from her forehead. "Are you sure?", he asked in almost a whisper, the intensity of the moment causing him to fight for his own breath. Ginny nodded confidently and with her permission, Harry began to unbutton his jeans, revealing the elastic of his boxer shorts. Before he had even had a chance to take off his trousers, Ginny had snaked her cool hand down into his boxer shorts, taking his member in her hand as she softly caressed his skin with her nimble and delicate fingertips. Harry could barely contain his own groans of pleasure as he crashed his lips into hers with such force that he thought he might have knocked out all the wind from her lungs. Her grip on him tightened ever so slightly as he traced lustful kisses across her collarbone and down to her cleavage. He had become very aware of the beat of his own heart as he pressed his ear against Ginny's chest, listening to her heart beat so rapidly that he thought it might burst at any second. Every sensation he thought he knew well was suddenly proven wrong as he struggled to contain himself any longer. Harry pushed down his trousers, kicking off his shoes at the same time, until he was in nothing but his boxer shorts and t-shirt. Ginny took back her hand, running her fingers through his hair as she gazed at him longingly. Harry freed himself from his boxer shorts, pushing them down past his knees, and without a second thought he entered her. Ginny hissed as he pushed as deep as he could without hurting her. "Are you alright?", he whispered in concern. Ginny bit her lip as she nodded her head eagerly.
"Keep going", she told him breathlessly, almost begging. At her request, Harry began to thrust in and out of her sex. She felt much wetter than she had done previously, which made it easier for Harry to pick up his pace as he began to build up a rhythm. He couldn't quite believe what was happening as Ginny hooked one leg over his arm, begging him to go deeper. She began to roam her hands across his lower back until they met his buttocks, digging her nails into his bare skin as she moaned in utter ecstasy. Sweat dripped from Harry's forehead as he continued to surge in and out of her folds, unable to contain his own groans of desperation as he ducked his head down just enough to meet her lips, kissing her so tenderly that he felt her breathless moans in his mouth. He begun to feel a fire pooling in his lower abdomen as he continued to thrust into her when, as if out of know where, his whole body shuddered as he slammed into her entrance one final time, spilling into her as the sensation sent shockwaves through every nerve in his body.
"Fuck", he exhaled heavily, exiting her and lowering himself down on top of her carefully, his head rising and falling with her heaving chest. "I – I love you, Ginny", he said, catching his breath as she ran her fingers through his messy hair.
"I love you more", she replied in almost a whisper.
"Not possible", he fought as he grabbed the nearby blanket, covering them both with it as Ginny continued to massage his scalp with her fingertips.