Hey guys. I'm back. I decided to skip writing about the parties because I had no material – experience – to go off of and so the chapter would not have been a good installment. Don't worry, they all had a good time, but Hermione had to leave early because she was pregnant and Harry's Quidditch team told him that he was crazy to get married at 20. There for….. DAHHHH, DUM, DUM-DUM! (That's supposed to be the wedding march) THE WEDDING COMING! Not the next one, (I think), but he one after that. Depending on how everything flows and shakes out in the story.

:D Enjoy this one. It's all Harry and Ginny (finally!) and is heavy on the romance. (again – "finally!" is what I am sure you are thinking.)

Disclaimer – I did not write Ginny's thoughts after her reflection of how she and Harry used to view each other. That is a lyric from the musical of Wicked. The song: As long as your mine. Also, "Did you ever know that you're my hero? And everything I would like to be. I can fly higher that an eagle when you are the wind beneath my wings." is a song as well. (Wind beneath my wings by Bette Midler)

Harry

Harry held Ginny tighter to him as he kissed her. How sweet her lips tasted! Her body pressed against him in a needy way, as did his to her. He ran his hands up and down her back as she tugged at his hair.

The heat of her being pressed all around him and he kissed her more fiercely still. His desire for her was growing with every passing moment. She pressed her lips to him with a passionate force. She wanted him as well. He ran his hands through her hair.

Gripping his back, Ginny let loose a small moan. Harry smiled and his lips left hers as they began to explore the familiar area of her ear. He kissed her jaw, and then her neck. She turned her head until her lips could reach his face. She kissed his cheeks and let her lips trace a line along his jaw line.

Harry sighed appreciatively. This is all I need. He thought as he kissed her. Ever. Just Ginny; just her love.

Her body was heaven to him; his own personal sanctuary. She was like his lighthouse. She always led him home safely no matter how turbulent the waters were.

Cursing his need for oxygen, Harry pulled away. Taking a breath, Harry looked at his fiancée. She smiled seductively at him and kissed his neck.

"Ginny…" he muttered into her hair.

"Harry…" she moaned in his ear.

"I love you."

"I love you." She responded.

To kiss her is to experience bliss.

As Harry felt Ginny's lips trace a line along his collarbone, his thoughts took a brief turn to the past and future. He saw their first kiss; their first date; their walk around the lake after he had kissed her… Suddenly, ten-year-old Ginny popped into his mind.

"'It's him mum! It's really him!'"

The memory made him smile. Next, unbidden, the image of her face at Dumbledore's funeral surfaced. Frowning a bit, he pushed that away. Now was a time for happy thoughts alone.

To reinforce the momentary motto, Harry pressed himself against Ginny even more powerfully. His hands left her hips and began to re-explore her waist and chest. Her back arched in pleasure as she traced circles on his sides and lower back with her fingertips.

The sight of her at St. Mungo's, holding Victorie, was the next to arrive. Following that was the first night that they spent together in her room. Her red hair was sprawled across the pillow in fiery halo, skin a creamy silk. She smiled up at him, her lips beautiful in the moonlight.

Ginny

All Ginny had ever truly wanted was what she now had – Harry.

She lay on the couch in their flat, experiencing exceptionally similar pleasure and memories as Harry. Also recalling their first time, she smiled. Memories flitted across her closed eyes. The trip to New York, dinner at fancy places, the night that she got engaged… She recalled their first kiss after the engagement had been affirmed. The wind on the broomstick, the beautiful lake below. The absolutely gorgeous ring that now resided on her left hand.

I never gave up on you, you know. The thought of the engraving brought an extra bubble of love, excitement and nerves into her stomach. Tomorrow's the day! Tomorrow. Tomorrow – Mrs. Ginny Potter. Genivra Weasley Potter.

Harry smelled of the spices of their Indian dinner and his cologne. Wonderful scent. Ginny left memories of the past behind and enjoyed the moment. Harry was kissing her fiercely. She responded passionately, pressing her lips and her body to his. She entwined herself with him. This was a knot that she did not want to be undone.

Gripping his back, she moaned. He began to kiss her neck. She panted with longing. She wanted him. How badly she wanted him! Parting his mouth with her lips, she rejoiced in his taste. How she loved him! She kissed his cheek and then reapplied her lips to his own. They kissed passionately for a minute before Harry succumbed to his need for air and pulled away.

He looked passionately at him and she responded with a coy smile in return. Harry dug his face into her hair and mumbled her name.

"Harry…" she moaned back, digging her nails into his back.

"I love you." He told her.

"I love you." She answered, kissing him intensely, and then brought her lips to his collarbone. As she explored his chest with her lips, she reflected momentarily on how far they had come. Her afraid to look at him, none the less talk to him; him barley aware of her existence, labeling her as his best mate's sister.

Kiss me too fiercely. Hold me too tight. I need help believing you're here with me tonight. My wildest dreamings could not foresee lying beside you, with you wanting me.

Love. All I will ever need is Harry's love. I am so glad he chose me. The Chosen One chose me. The thought made her smile.

Harry was pressing against her in a needy way. Ginny was fine with that. She needed him as well.

She felt his hands leave her hips and began to feel her breasts. Moaning slightly, she drew her fingers along his bare chest and waist in seductive circles. She could feel his legs pressing down on hers. She felt the weight of his mouth on her lips. Passion emanated from each and every one of his pores and hers as well.

Did you ever know that you're my hero? And everything I would like to be. I can fly higher that an eagle when you are the wind beneath my wings.

She felt her shirt part company with her body and join his on the floor. Only moments later, his belt joined the growing heap. Slowly, fervently, Harry added her bra to the mess below. She kissed him. His mouth began to search her chest. Ginny moaned, attempting to reach his jeans. Harry pulled her tighter to him as her finger tips found his belt loops. She began to slide them off as best she could without shifting position.

She froze when Harry kissed her ear, paralyzed with pleasure. "Ginny." He murmured.

"Harry. Oh, Harry." Ginny managed to pant, her mouth dry. She was breathing heavily, as was he. Harry clutched Ginny closer to him as they sat up a bit. This allowed Ginny access to his pants button. She undid it quickly, and began to slide his zipper down.

A knock came from the door.

"Damn!" Ginny hissed.

Harry silenced her with a kiss.

Desire and passion were running ramped in Ginny's chest. She hated whoever was at the door as fervently as she loved Harry.

Go away! Please! Piss off and leave us alone…She pleaded inwardly as Harry nibbled at her neck.

The person knocked again. And, once they received no response yet again, repeated the gesture.

"Ginny? Harry? Are you guys home?" called Ron.

"What time is it?" Harry asked, unable to see the kitchen clock.

Ginny tore her eyes away from Harry's beautiful face. "5:36." She answered. "Damn."

Ron, as best man, was spending the night at their flat. Ginny had to go back to the Burrow. She and Harry weren't allowed to see each other again until she was walking down the isle.

With a Herculean effort, Ginny forced herself to answer. "One moment, Ron!" at the same time Harry called out "One sec, Mate."

Using all the self control she possessed, Ginny wrenched herself painfully from Harry and the couch. Harry playfully pulled her back. "Harry!" Ginny groaned.

"Let me at least help." Harry asked, picking her bra up from the floor. He slipped it onto her shoulders and refastened it, all while kissing her neck. Ginny returned the favor by refastening his belt. They ignored Ron in the hall as he repeated their names and knocked on the door.

Kissing Harry, Ginny blindly found her shirt on the floor. She jerked herself away and replaced it on herself. Harry mimicked her as she returned her pants to herself as well.

Grimacing, Ginny followed Harry to the door. He swung it open to reveal her elder brother holding an overnight bag, looking ruffled. "What took you guys so long?" Ron asked as he forced his way past them.

Hello to you, too.

Ron was glaring at them slightly as Harry slipped his arms around Ginny's waist.

"What?" Harry asked.

"Why is your shirt on backwards?" Ron asked.

Harry looked down as his fiancée twisted in his arms to see he was right.

"Oh, err…" Harry began.

"I'll be off then!" Ginny cut him off, bringing the attention to her.

Roooooonnn! Ginny shouted inwardly. She was still craving Harry and was mad at her brother for interrupting them.

Still facing Harry, Ginny leaned in and kissed him. Harry tightened his grip around her and she snaked her arms around his neck. He parted her lips with his and the savored the last physical contact that would be theirs for several hours. Breathing through her nose, Ginny remained cemented to Harry. They did not show any signs of breaking apart thirty seconds later. Ron coughed.

Pressing her lips harder against Harry's, Ginny gave him the final farewell before splitting away. Craving more, Ginny looked him in the eye. "Bye, Harry. I love you."

"Bye, Ginny. I love you, too."

He began to kiss her once more.

"Don't start that again!" Ron griped.

Smiling outwardly and inwardly, Ginny broke away from Harry. Staring at him as she left, Ginny spun on the spot an Apparated to the Burrow.

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Short, yes, but good – no? :) I really hopped that you enjoyed it! I've never done a chapter that was purely physical action, and so I gave it a try this time. I wrote it all to day. I'm sorry that I suck at updating. (Though, as you all know, I DID have my computer taken away for a bit.)

Thank you for all that are still reading this. It means so much to me.

I really hope that you review! Even though this is my 28th chapter, there is still nothing more than I like seeing in my e-mail box than a notification from FanFic saying that I have a review.

Thanks again! I love you! :)

~GinnyPotter365~