Awaken

by matrixaffiliate

For TheWordsInMyHead. It's been ten years since Harry finished Hogwarts, ten years since he and Ginny decided to say goodbye, and ten years since he's seen her. But that all changes when he turns the corner on the pavement in Magical London. This chance encounter might just gain Harry a second chance at the one that got away. Magical AU-No Voldemort. Harry and Ginuary Gift Exchange

3. Chapter 3

"Harry," Ginny murmurs against him as he presses her against a spare bit of wall while they wait for the lift to come and take them to their floor.

"Busy," he moves to her ear and she melts. It's been nearly two years but still, she melts into him when he brings his lips to that spot, just like when she was sixteen.

"The room," she tries to form words but her brain is more focused on getting her hands under his shirt.

"Hmmm, there too," Harry's hands slide her shirt away and he moves his fingers along the skin underneath.

"I know we're newlyweds," Ginny finally gets the words to form, "but you're regressing to seventeen."

"You liked it then too," he nips at her earlobe before moving to kiss her neck.

Thank Merlin the lift chimes then or Ginny isn't sure she would have heard it after that moment.

"Come on, show your wife up to the honeymoon suite and then we can get back to pretending we're horny teenagers."

They get their luggage loaded but as soon as the lift doors close, Harry pulls her back flush against his chest and resumes his kissing of her neck.

"Harry," Ginny moans. She kind of loves and hates that he can't wait. It's something that's been the same through the whole time they've been together.

The lift chimes open and they're finally moving, opening the door to their room. As soon as she hears it shut behind Harry, all her reserve breaks and she throws her arms around his neck, crashing her lips into his. Because something that hasn't changed is that she loves this man. She can't ever seem to get enough of his touch, his kiss, his hands on her skin, the pressure of him over her, the way his voice growls when it's them, like this, together.

"I've told you before," Harry slows her frantic pace, "There's a difference between a man and a boy."

"Hmmm," Ginny walks them back against the bed. "I know, but I'm rather fonder of you showing me the difference, love."

Harry grins against her and moves to whisper in her ear, his voice sending shivers down her spine.

"But of course, Mrs. Potter, you only need to ask."

He lays her down on the bed and Ginny can't help but be grateful for the day that she bashed into his chest on the London pavement and realized they could have a second chance, a chance to be this, a chance to be happy again, together, forever.