Summary: Directly after defeating Voldemort, Harry has one thing on his mind. One person, especially. A plot? what plot? that was done pre-HBP, but that shouldn't matter too much here. lol Harry's not exactly in a talking mood. Originally posted on Simply Undeniable.

Begun:

It was over. It was done. Harry took in a breath of air - a breath that was both sweet and deep. He let the feeling of calm and achievement wash over him, closing his eyes.

It was ended, and it was finished. Voldemort had been vanquished, and he, Harry Potter, was free to live.

He opened his eyes and saw his friends - his family - the survivors - staring blankly into the space that Voldemort had just occupied. But Harry did not see the one pair of eyes he was looking for, and so he turned, after stopping to make sure Ron, Hermione, Luna, and Neville were all right.

He slipped away quietly as the sound of voices discussing what had just happened grew louder, blending into the surroundings of the Atrium so that no one would see him pass. He was amazed at the feeling of confidence and power he felt within him now. But there would be time for that later - time to discuss and think things through and figure out precisely what had eventually caused Voldemort to fall.

There was only one thing Harry wanted now, and he knew where she was, waiting for him. As always. Always waiting for him to wise up, it seemed. Harry now understood things, and he finally knew what he wanted.

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He found her in the Auror training room where he had left her, and she was still sitting inconsolable on the floor, her face hidden. He paused in the doorway until she looked up, her face pale and her eyes - still dry - as though she had considered crying a sign of weakness.

Harry flicked his hand, and the door to the room sealed itself. He went to her and kneeled before her, pulling her into his arms.

"I knew you would do it," she whispered against his neck, and Harry sat back, smiling as her tears now began to fall.

"Ginny, I'm okay. I'm alive. You didn't cry once the entire time beforehand...why now?"

Ginny smiled and shook her head. "I'm crying because I'm so happy you made it, you daft sod."

Harry touched her cheek, wiping a tear away. Ginny blinked at him, and he saw her for what truly felt like the first time - she was both familiar and new. His heart beat faster as he realized there was nothing that could stop him from claiming her, finally...at last.

He leaned closer to her, and her eyes widened when she realized what he was about to do, but she met his lips with her own. Harry felt his world explode into a million tiny colors, and warmth flowed through him. Ginny pulled back, gasping, her eyes bright. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her again - wanting to feel nothing but her.

"Harry," she breathed out, his face buried in her hair as he kissed, licked, and wove his way around her neck with his mouth, pulling back only to half-haphazardly remove his glasses. He felt her hands in his hair, and he thought of all the times he had wanted her - all the times he had wanted to feel her tremble in his arms like she was now.

"Gin," he whispered as his mouth reached her ear. "I need you."

Her hands stopped moving, and she sat back to look at him, her face pink. He felt the tight deep need of his body give a painful throb, and he pulled her gently to her feet. They moved until he had positioned her against the wall, one of his arms above her head. He kissed her again and rubbed himself across her hip, unashamed of showing her what he wanted. She took in a deep breath and moved her legs apart so that he fit perfectly against her. Harry stared into her eyes, feeling as though the whole world had suddenly disappeared.

"Take me, Harry," she said quietly, meeting his gaze.

"Are you certain?"

She nodded once, and her hand reached up to remove her robe. He lifted the shirt she'd thrown on earlier - god, so much earlier that already to Harry it felt like another lifetime - over her head, drinking in what he could see of her. His hand hooked into the belt loop of her jeans, and he undid the first button. He slowly lowered the zip and then pushed her jeans off her, revealing a white pair of knickers. She bit her lip as his hand brushed across the front of her, and he kissed her quickly.

"Ginny, I love you," Harry said softly. "I'm sorry I never told you."

"It's okay, Harry. Somehow I always knew." Her voice sounded breathless, and he moved his hand again between her legs, causing her to reach out and rest her hand on his shoulder.

"I don't know what to do, exactly," Harry whispered, and he was rewarded by a soft kiss as she pulled him in closer.

"Find someplace preferably warm, wet, and soft. Insert. Thrust. Repeat," Ginny whispered cheekily in his ear, and he chuckled, pulling back to look at her.

"I don't want to hurt you," he admitted.

"You won't," she said, smiling at him with a trust he wasn't sure he deserved but one that he would take anyway. They kissed again, this time more heated than before, and Harry felt her hands pulling at his clothes, trying to get him undressed. He felt a thrill of undeniable joy pulse through him. When her hand brushed across his body through the thin fabric of his boxers, he moaned. Harry leaned his head against her shoulder, wanting her too much - needing her more than anything he'd ever desired.

"But you do need to make sure I'm ready," she murmured, and he pulled his head up, tracing his hand back from her hip to the band of her knickers, his fingers slipping under the rim. He worked his other hand behind her, resting on her backside, edging his fingers over the ample swell of her body. She leaned her head back against the wall, and a soft moan escaped her lips as he tugged at her knickers, slowly pulling them down with his hands.

He felt her legs move apart again as he kissed her and moved his hand towards her sex, letting his hands linger in the soft, fine hair. He kissed his way along her cheek, taking her earlobe in between his teeth, pulling sharply yet gently on it before letting go. He turned and held out his other hand.

"Accio glasses," he said quietly, and he slipped his frames back on as he looked at her, his desire rushing through him as he really took her in. Her skin flushed bright pink, as though embarrassed, and he shook his head. "Don't be ashamed, Gin; your body is brilliant."

Ginny shook her head at him as though she didn't believe him. "Why the glasses, Harry?"

He moved closer to her, reminding her where his other hand was. Her eyes widened.

"Because I want to see your face the first time I touch you," he said simply. He slowly slipped one finger down the welcoming crevice of her sex, finding her amazingly wet and supple. It was the most incredible thing Harry had ever touched. As he watched her expression change with the movement of his fingers, he knew it was the most incredible thing he had ever seen as well.

"Where should I -" he started to ask, and she bit her lip as his finger stumbled over a part of her body that felt different.

"Right...there," she said, sighing, her hand reaching down and holding his arm in place.

"Just...little...circles...yes, Harry..." she moaned sweetly. "Oh, Merlin."

Ginny slumped against the wall slightly as he sped up his fingers, not sure if she was ready enough. Judging by the flush of her skin and the noises she was making, he wasn't doing it completely wrong. He kissed her, leaning into her, and then felt one of her legs wrap around his, widening her stance.

"Harry, please, let me feel you," she breathed out, and his fingers suddenly felt coated with even more moisture. "A finger...inside me, please."

He lowered his hand, and she helped him find her entrance, and he slowly slid one finger into the tight warmth of her body. He closed his eyes and tried to imagine what she would feel like around him and shuddered as he fell forward, suddenly unable to control himself any longer.

"Ginny, oh god, let me inside you," he whispered.

He felt her hands on his hips and then felt the cool air against his skin as she lowered his boxers. He pulled his hand away and they both stumbled slightly, their feet entangled in their clothes. He felt incredibly hard and almost mad with the need to be enclosed within her body. He swore as he waved his hand angrily at their feet. The clothes disappeared, and Ginny smirked as she looked at him.

"Lift me up, Harry."

He put his hands on her hips, and she shifted upwards. He felt her legs wrap around his hips, their bodies dangerously close. She lowered her head to rest against his.

"Now insert, thrust and repeat until I'm screaming my bloody head off. Don't think about hurting me, Harry. Just fuck me."

Harry groaned at the sound of that word coming out of her mouth and slid forward, pushing himself into her. He closed his eyes - it was warmer and tighter and oh so much more than he had ever dreamed. He could feel her move around him, her body pulsing with his. He looked up at her and saw that her eyes were closed in concentration, her face a mask of pain. He started to pull out, but she shook her head and opened her eyes.

"No, go all the way."

"But it's hurting you -"

"It's a good hurt."

As if to prove her point, she tightened her legs around his hips, forcing him to push further into her. Harry closed his eyes and felt as though he had died, the simple pleasure of being buried within her spreading through him.

"Oh, Ginny, god, you feel so...fucking brilliant," Harry murmured. He finally thrust forward of his own accord, loving the way her body hit the wall behind them. Her hands were at the base of his neck, and he felt her nails dig into his skin as he once again thrust, not caring that he was probably hurting her. All that mattered to Harry was this - this connection - a completion of something that had started so many years ago.

"More, Harry, more..." Ginny moaned out, clutching at him with her hands, her legs...it felt like everything to Harry, and yet like nothing he had ever known. He watched her, eyes closed and lips between her teeth, and as he felt her body contract around his, he was done for - crying out as his release ripped through him, catching him unaware.

He sobbed and fell forward, his face against her chest, and she continued to move around him until she too finally stopped, the sound of her breathing filling the room. He felt her legs gradually relax, and he pulled her down so that she was able to stand on her own feet. She lagged against him, burying her head on his chest, her hand small and closed next to his. He staggered backward and pulled them both down to the ground, collapsing onto each other.

Ginny smirked as she finally sat back a little way, looking down at him. "At least cast a bleeding Cushioning Charm next time, Harry."

He smiled and pushed the hair off her face. "Are you okay?"

Ginny closed her eyes and took in a deep breath. She nodded as she opened her eyes. "Yeah, I think I'll live. Bit sore, though. How about you?"

"I'm gobsmacked."

Ginny giggled and then shifted, sitting on top of him. He realized he'd never even taken her bra off. His hands strayed to her breasts, suddenly fascinated by their feel. She watched him as he touched her, and he felt her nipples grow hard.

"Is there anything I can do?" he asked softly.

Ginny nodded. "Keep doing what you're doing. I'm rather...sensitive...after...oh, Harry," she said as he reached up and pulled the straps of her bra off her arms. He somehow managed to get the back of the bra undone and pulled the garment off her, revealing her to him. He sat up and instinctively took her nipple into his mouth, closing it tightly around her. She nodded her head as she closed her eyes.

"Yes, Harry, like...oh, goodness..."

Harry kissed his way around her soft flesh, loving the fullness of her. He kissed a small band of freckles that appeared over her left breast, lavishing his tongue against her skin.

"Oh, god, Harry, I want to come...make me...come..." she breathed out, a flash of desire in her eyes as she looked at him. He pulled back and moved his hand to her legs, slipping his hand in between them. He found the same place as before and was rewarded by a sharp intake of breath as he circled his thumb over it, causing her to shake.

"Faster, Harry, please...oh, Merlin, yes." Ginny sat back to give him more room, offering her body to him. She threw her head back as he managed to flatten his palm over her mound, his finger then rubbing her again. He watched as her body flushed with color and felt her grow warmer beneath his touch. Her wetness soaked his fingers once more, and she used her hands to steady herself as she thrust forward with her hips. He was fascinated as she suddenly made a deep mewling noise, crying out with passion as she came, shuddering and leaning forward.

Harry caught her and wrapped his arm around her, rolling them over to their sides. Ginny instinctively wrapped her legs around his, and he realized he was half-ready to go again. She peeked at him under a flare of red hair, smiling.

"Thank you, Harry," she said softly.

"No, thank you," Harry said, looking at his body. Ginny rubbed herself against him, and he gasped.

"Oh, god, Gin, don't do that, or I'll be throwing you back up against that wall."

"Hmm, sounds nice then," she murmured before kissing him. Harry felt his world go topsy-turvy. He couldn't believe that just a short while ago, he had been fighting for his life.

"Again?" he breathed out when she finally pulled away.

"Do you have something better to do, Mr Potter? You have just saved the world, you know. I think the world will understand if you shag my brains out once more."

"Er, well, people will probably wonder where I am," he said, suddenly realizing everyone was probably looking for the both of them right this second. The mental image of one of her brothers finding them in the middle of shagging didn't seem right to him suddenly.

"Let them wonder," Ginny said directly. She moved her hand between them and took hold of him, making him forget what he had been thinking about.

"This time, I think we'll try something different," Ginny whispered as she licked her way down his chest. Harry closed his eyes as his body responded to her touch, growing just as hard as he had been before, if not more so. She rolled them over so that she was above him again. Harry watched her, wholly captivated as she lowered herself over him, pausing for a brief moment before sliding gently onto him.

"Oh, my. Harry...this is so...oh, do you feel that?" she asked, looking down at him. He nodded his head, savoring the sensation of their bodies joining.

Instead of Harry thrusting, Ginny was the one that moved, and he felt the sweet pull of her body intoxicate him once again. He rested his hands on her hips, allowing her to set the pace. She moved slower than he had, and he was spellbound at the look of joy on her face - not to mention the close, warm pressure of her body around his.

"Hmm, it doesn't hurt this...way...no...not at all," Ginny said breathlessly. He reached out and caressed her breast.

"Gin, look at me."

She looked down at him and smiled. He felt his heart near the breaking point of too much emotion - his enjoyment at finally being with her coursed through him.

"I love you, Harry," she said softly as she leaned forward, sending a delightful sensation through their bodies. She kissed him and then pushed forward with her hips, causing Harry to close his eyes, moaning.

"Let go, Harry," she whispered softly.

"Oh, Gin," he breathed out, not aware of where he was or even who he was anymore.

She grounded herself against him, and he felt the already familiar heat of her body around his. She tightened around him and then moaned his name, and he finally allowed himself to let go, pushing up slightly with his body. Ginny swore and then gasped as she came, holding on to him tightly. She finally stopped moving, and Harry opened his eyes, staring at her, amazed.

"Are you sure you haven't done this before?" he asked, smiling as she collapsed on top of him. He snaked his arms around her, holding her to him.

"I'm pretty sure. Although it felt rather natural, I have to admit. Must be all the practice we've had individually."

Harry chuckled and kissed the top of her head. They didn't say anything for a while, and he was still buried deep inside of her.

"Gin, will you marry me?"

Ginny propped her head up, surprised. "We've only just shagged and said 'I love you,' and now you want to get married? Isn't that a bit backward?"

"I don't have any reason not to get on with the rest of my life," Harry said, touching her face. "He's gone, and I'm free...we're free. I don't want to do without anymore."

Ginny's gaze softened as she reached up and touched his forehead, her finger tracing over the remnants of his scar.

"I feel like such a coward," she murmured as she finally met his eyes again.

Harry frowned. "Why?"

"Because I couldn't watch you do it. I couldn't watch you defeat him."

"But you helped me get to this point. You risked your life with the Death Eaters. Every day you were fighting them, and every day I died a little bit thinking you weren't safe. That's why I want us to get married; I don't want us to be apart again. Not now, not after this."

Ginny kissed him and lay her head back down on his chest. Harry held her tight against him, serious about not letting her go. He felt full of something he couldn't explain, and it felt right and good and pure. He didn't think he even had the words within him to describe it.

After a long moment, he heard Ginny giggle and looked down at her. She grinned at him. "I can't believe the first thing you did after defeating Tom was to find me and shag me senseless."

Harry felt himself blush. "Seeing you was the only thing I wanted."

Ginny's skin turned pink, but she smirked. "Yes, but what would Dumbledore say?"

"He'd say I've finally learned the importance of love," Harry said, grinning. "Well, that and I finally realized how bloody randy I was."

"I can't imagine Dumbledore saying the word 'randy,' can you?" Ginny asked after they'd both stopped laughing.

"Er, no, perhaps you're right on that one."

"Should we get up and find everyone, do you think?" Ginny finally asked as his hands started moving over her.

"Probably."

When he didn't move, she shook her head at him and pulled away from him, covering herself with her arms. She looked around and then back at him as he sat up.

"Er, you wouldn't happen to know where you banished our clothes to, would you?"

Harry frowned and concentrated on making their clothes reappear, closing his eyes. He smiled as he heard Ginny gasp.

"Harry! I was not wearing a leather mini-skirt! Give me back my real clothes, you git."

He opened his eyes and laughed. He stood up and pulled her to him. "But you'll look so hot in that Gin. God, I'll be talking with your father and have the biggest erection in all of England."

Ginny blushed prettily. "Hilarious, Harry."

He smiled wickedly at her and then made her regular clothes appear. "Fine, but I'm saving that skirt for when we're alone together again."

"And what will you be wearing?" she asked as she narrowed her eyes at him. Harry pulled his shirt over his head and smiled.

"A big grin and a very happy to see you sign?"

Ginny rolled her eyes, and they finished getting dressed. "I think shagging has gone to your head, Harry Potter, Boy Who Vanquished the Dark Lord," she said coyly.

Harry made a face at her. He paused at the door and took her hand into his. "No, not shagging. Just a feisty, clever little redhead of a witch, that's all."

"I can't believe it's really over," Ginny said as they made their way to the sounds coming from the Atrium. It sounded as though a lot more people had arrived to celebrate.

Harry stopped and kissed her, making her lean back against the wall of the Ministry. When she finally pulled away from him, her were eyes glazed.

He smiled as she blinked at him. "It's not over, Gin. I've only just begun."

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