The Consummation
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"So you want it?" Ginny asked. Harry couldn't tell if she was anxious or hopeful. Maybe both. That's how he felt.
Harry took a deep breath. "I...I feel like I really, really like you, and like we owe it to ourselves to give us a chance."
Her lips twitched with a smile. He might have even seen a nod of agreement. But she was still so reserved. "Even if it means we have to consummate the Union?"
A chuckle escaped his lips before he could bite it back. Ginny's eyebrows knit in confusion. He supposed that was an odd response to her question.
He stepped closer to her and grabbed her hands in his. He didn't know how to verbalize any of his thoughts. But he'd told himself that he would tell her everything he was feeling, even if he wasn't sure about what he was feeling, himself. "I'll be honest with you Ginny, I can't stop thinking about it. You're so beautiful and wonderful, that just the idea of…being intimate with you is…"
He trailed off a bit before looking up to her. Her eyes were wide with his partial admission, mouth open and blush forming. He finished his thought. "It's exciting and terrifying, because I've never done anything close before. But, then I just watch you for a minute flying on that broom, laughing with your family, standing under the moonlight in that dress, and I…you're all I can think about. And I want you." He paused for a second. Her blush had intensified. Though, maybe it wasn't a blush. Her eyes looked different. Hungry. "But the last thing I could ever want is to pressure you; to take something you aren't ready to give. And besides all of that, it just feels so quick. I wish we had months to work our way to it. But we don't have time. So I'm just a mess inside."
"Yeah," she breathed out. "I know the feeling." She bit her bottom lip, which was an image that only added to the compilation of Ginny images that now turned him on. "But…you're willing to give up choosing your future for the chance this works?"
Harry wanted to answer her question, but felt at a disadvantage having shown most of his cards without being told any of hers. His thumbs traced idle circles on the backs of her hands. "I would be choosing my future," he replied evenly. "The timeframe I have for choosing is a bit shorter than I'd have liked, but it's still my choice. What about you, Gin? Are you willing to give up your future for this chance?"
Ginny sighed in frustration and pulled away from him. Harry felt his heart drop as his hands dropped to his side. Maybe she wasn't feeling the same way as him. "How could I live with myself, Harry?" she asked.
"I'm going to assume there's more to this," Harry replied, the hurt welling up in him. "I didn't realize I was that bad."
Ginny turned back, horrified. "That's not what I meant at all! Of course I want this, Harry. I've wanted you for my whole life!"
For all the sharing they'd done today, this was news to Harry. "Your whole life?" he repeated.
Ginny let out a moan of embarrassment. "Yes, okay? The little girl's crush never went away. It got stronger as her hero grew up, grew somehow more selfless. Somehow more kind, and good, and powerful, and gorgeous."
Harry ignored the compliments to try to get to the crux of the situation. "I thought you had stopped liking me."
"I stopped liking the image I had of you," Ginny clarified. "It was only then I could really get to know you. And started liking the real you."
Harry stepped forward to hold her arms, hoping she wouldn't run away again. "So what's the problem?"
"You've liked me for one day, Harry. You're not doing this because you want to. You're doing this because of the Union. Or you're doing it because you're you. You would do anything for someone you care about, even giving away your future."
"But that's not-" Harry started before she cut him off.
"And no matter what you say, even if it's true, I will always, for the rest of my life, wonder if I forced you into this. If it's just the magic of the Union, like a love potion or something. Or if you're actually happy. Or if you could've been happier without me. I can't do it."
It struck Harry then that this was what she hadn't wanted to talk about this morning. Why she was so distraught over the way he had only started to notice her this morning. Why she had called it fake and couldn't trust the way he looked at her. Harry understood finally why she was so torn. He couldn't blame her, either. As tough a spot as he was in, he couldn't fault himself for saying yes or no to the Union. But Ginny wrote the contract initially, no matter how much of a bluff or pre-teen pipe dream it had been. She would find fault with herself no matter what was done because of how much she cared about his happiness. If she denied him now, a Magical Union would be lost to him forever. If she went along with it, she'd be denying him his choice of a future.
And with the revelation of how much she cared for him, he felt an overwhelming sense of love for her. He leaned in and kissed her, probably taking her by surprise. Still, she responded, and her lips were soft moving against his. He could still taste some of her birthday cake on her lips. He'd have liked to taste her for a moment longer, but he pulled back.
"First of all," he said softly. "Just because today was our first date, does not mean I've only liked you for a day. I might be a little slow on the uptake, Ginny, but I'm pretty sure I've been falling for you for a long time now. The Union hasn't fabricated these feelings I have for you."
She looked confused, like she wanted to argue, but Harry pressed on. "And secondly, you're proving to me every second we're together that there won't be a happier life for me than with you." He held her face in his hands and willed her to believe him. "You're kind and selfless, brave and powerful, and bloody beautiful."
Her eyes dropped. "It's just the honeymoon phase," she replied. "You can walk right now, and live your life. If we end up back together, then we'll go from there."
"But the Magical Union won't be in effect," Harry responded with concern.
Harry saw Ginny's eyes get misty. "We'll have to let it expire. It's the only way I can live with myself. Besides, who knows if it even means anything—it might just be an old tradition."
"I don't believe that," Harry said assuredly. Ginny's eyes shot back to him, shocked.
"But you only just learned about it."
"I know that. I visited my parents today," he told her, and her eyebrows knit together in concern. "They performed their Union with their marriage. Kind of like us," he said with a smile.
"Kind of," she managed to chuckle. "With a slight difference, I'm sure."
He smiled back, happy with the softer, more tender turn the conversation had taken. "And it makes me happy, thinking about the pair of them in the next life. Still bound together. I can't lose this, Gin! I can't lose you."
And when the words left his mouth, he was shocked at how real his fear was.
Ginny studied him for a long time. And again, he willed her to believe him.
"I'm scared," she finally said.
"I'm terrified," Harry added. "I've never been so vulnerable Gin. I've never let myself be open like this, and I don't know what will happen if you don't believe me."
Something shifted behind her eyes. "You're many things, Harry. Brave to the point of stupidity, noble to a fault, and perhaps so focused that you're oblivious."
"I hope you have a point here," Harry said wryly, and Ginny grinned her beautiful grin.
"You have a lot of faults, Harry. But most of them stem from such goodness that I can only admire you more for them. And one of those pure character traits, Harry, you've always been honest," she said simply. Her eyes bore into his. "You're telling me this is all real?"
His shoulders sagged with relief. She stared into his eyes with such intensity, Harry was tempted to tense back up again. But he knew his answer was the truth, and he knew she'd believe him. "Yes, Ginny. It's real."
In the silence that followed, Harry gave her another short kiss. Ginny followed it up by chasing his lips to prolong the kiss. When they pulled apart, Harry knew the decision had been made.
"I've never been intimate with someone before," Ginny said, taking a step back. And in a weird way, the shift of fear from the Union to the consummation comforted Harry. It also brought a new wave of fear.
"Really? Me either," he said, and Ginny registered surprise.
"In all your time out saving the world, no young witch ever gave herself to you?"
Harry frowned. "Do you really think I'd take advantage of someone like that?
Ginny shook her head. "No. I think I just assumed it had happened so that if it did, I wouldn't get in my head about it and ruin tonight."
Harry's heart quickened, knowing she'd been thinking a lot about tonight too. "And you never...with Dean or Michael?"
Ginny shook her head with some sadness on her face. "I wanted to be in love for my first time."
"I'm sorry, Ginny," Harry said, and a new wave of uncertainty blew through him.
Ginny stepped forward into his arms once more. "You may not need to be," she responded as she drew closer.
Harry captured her lips with his and immediately felt the magic of their bond surround them. The sensation was palpable, both having consented now. And despite the uncertainty of his first time, Harry felt no uncertainty about his decision.
Ginny's hands were in his hair, now, her fingernails gently rubbing his scalp. He ran his hands along her soft back until he felt the fabric thicken where her bra was. His hand instinctively moved away.
Ginny pulled back and smirked at him. "Harry, I don't think you need to worry about where your hands go tonight." He flushed. He laughed. They shared a brief smile of nervousness and excitement. And then he dove back in for another kiss.
Their tongues probed each other's mouths, and Harry followed Ginny's lead. He suspected she'd had a little more experience with this part, at least. His blood pumped furiously, and he felt goose bumps rise where her fingers ran along his arms. He pulled back to take a breath and took in her beautiful face again. The humor from a moment ago was gone, lips red and swollen, eyes aflame with desire. Harry led her over to the couch, where they sat and continued their exploration of each other.
After a few minutes of wandering hands and deepening kisses, Harry removed his lips from hers and was happy to hear a whimper of disappointment. But it was followed by a gasp of pleasure as he moved to her neck to kiss her. She lifted her head high to give him better access, which he used liberally. He trailed hot kisses along her neck and jaw, sucking briefly on her earlobe, searching for the places that made her catch her breath or give a sigh of bliss.
Her hands traveled along his back, down his side, and over his leg. Her thumb rolled along the inside of his thigh, and her closeness to him made him squirm and twitch. This seemed to prompt action from Ginny as she pulled away from his kisses and swung her leg around so she straddled him. Her dress rode up her thighs, and Harry grew harder at the sight of her bare legs around his waist. He ran his fingers up those legs, amazed at the smoothness of her skin. She went back to kissing his mouth and gently grinded against him, and Harry couldn't keep the groan from escaping his lips. Pleasure pulsed through his entire body.
He arched his back briefly to pull away. But again, he remembered there were no limits tonight. It needed to go all the way—and while terrifying, it was liberating. He found himself thrusting back into Ginny and she gave a long moan of approval.
Harry stood from the couch, with Ginny wrapped around his waist. Embroiled in passion, he somehow made his way to the stairwell. Every few steps he would stop his ascent to press her up against the wall where he grinded against her, his arousal becoming ever stronger. With each breath of excitement, she urged him to climb up the stairs and get to the bedroom.
At last, they arrived, and Ginny carefully climbed from his hips to stand in front of him at the foot of his bed. They paused for a long moment, and with his eyes, Harry asked one more time if she was ready. She nodded, and he drew his nervous fingers to her cheek and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. He brushed her cheek, dropped his hand down her neck and along her bare creamy skin. And then slid the strap of her sun dress over her shoulder.
It was silly—that strap had not been covering much at all. And yet the bare shoulder made him dizzy. He dropped his lips there and kissed, nipped. He wrapped an arm around the small of her back to pull her back to him. He knew his breaths were coming hot and fast, but he felt her pulse when his lips moved to her neck. It raced like his.
"Harry," she called out to the ceiling in a strained whisper. He pulled down the second strap and moved to kiss her other shoulder. But she pushed him back so that she could remove her dress completely. And he froze. He needed a camera. Why didn't he have some device to capture this moment? This perfect image?
His eyes roamed up and down her body liberally. Strong, athletic legs curving into her rounded hips. She was so fit, with a small waist and toned stomach. Her round breasts looking firm in her bra and Harry felt himself twitch again at the mere sight of the creamy and lightly freckled skin. And at last, her beautiful face, freckles highlighted by the blush forming on her cheeks. Ginny squirmed under his scrutiny, and he felt an odd wave of frustration and anger at himself for making her feel nervous or uncertain. But confusion, too. How could she not know?
"You are so, unbelievably beautiful," he said, voice a croak. "I need you to know that."
And it took a moment for the words to sink in, and another for her to internalize them. She smiled widely and shyly. Then reached behind her, and undid the clasp of her bra. With a gulp, he reached a shaking hand forward to pull the now-loose garment from her front. His heart stopped, but he didn't let himself stare and bring her to self-consciousness again.
He lowered her to the bed and climbed after her, grabbing her left breast gently and kissing the other. Like before, Harry anxiously set about to learn what made Ginny happy. With his fingers and hands he gently rubbed and squeezed, massaging as she relaxed and tensed under him. With his mouth, he practiced pleasuring her with his tongue and lips until her flesh was peaked and pebbled. Harry rolled his hips into her leg in an attempt to satisfy the need to feel her.
She eventually had enough and grabbed him by the shirt. She pulled at it until they managed to remove it, and she flipped him around. She straddled him once more, and this time, he looked up at her naked body, with her hair splayed over her, revealing some places and tantalizingly covering others.
"You are so beautiful," Harry said again, and his voice was almost hoarse. He realized he was repeating himself, but the notion deserved repeating. Her beauty deserved statues and temples and worship, but that all seemed impossible in this moment, so he'd have to settle for telling her. "Ginny. You are perfect."
A blush accompanied her smile as she leaned down to kiss him. She continued to gently rub up against him as she kissed him, and the pressure in his pants was getting painful, but felt so good. His hands traveled up her legs and he squeezed her backside, which prompted her to nip at his lip. She lowered her head and kissed down his neck and onto his chest. Her tongue and lips gave the sweetest warm sensation on his body as she worked lower and lower. She was getting excruciatingly close to his waist line and he felt her hands at the button on his pants. She unzipped his pants slowly, sending pleasure through him at the indirect contact.
Then in one swift motion, she pulled his pants and boxers down, and he sprung free. She pulled back, and sounded like she…like she giggled. Now Harry was the one feeling embarrassed under the scrutiny.
Before he could frown at her or make a comment on how inconsiderate a fucking laugh was in this moment, she took him in her hand and Harry lost all thought. His head dropped back from her intense and curious gaze. He closed his eyes tight and his breath caught in his throat.
He was on fire, his entire body thrummed with the slow movement of her hand, and his held breath came out in a whimper.
"Oh Merlin, Ginny..." Harry managed. Just the mere touch of her nearly sent him to the edge. And they couldn't have that. So he flipped her back under him and kissed her hard so she would release him and forget what she was doing. He was successful. Her hands went to his chest, but he didn't linger long. He worked quickly down her body with his hot kisses. Pausing only briefly at each breast, Harry moved to her stomach. Damn was she fit.
He kissed just below her belly button, his fingers playing at the band of her knickers. He looked along her stomach, over her heaving breasts, and caught her eye. She looked nervous.
"What are you doing?" she trembled.
"You made fun of me for wanting to watch a movie with you. I ended up watching a certain type of muggle film," Harry admitted. "I wanted to have some idea of what to do here."
Her eyebrows shot up, and Harry realized it may not be the best thing to admit to his wife in this moment.
"What did you learn?" she asked after a beat.
"Can I show you?"
She nodded. "Please."
He ripped down underwear. She had trimmed a little in anticipation of the night, which somehow made Harry harder. She glistened with wetness from the night's activities so far, and Harry paused for a moment to admire her.
"Fuck," he whispered, fighting the urge to shift up and just get it on with already. Instead, he dove headfirst between her legs. He kissed up her inner thigh, wet and hot and frantic kisses. Ginny's leg twitched, like she was ticklish, and Harry made a note to find out just how ticklish. But later. Not now.
He made his way north. With each kiss, her legs fell apart more, and her breathing got heavier and louder until he was at her center. He smelled her arousal and he couldn't wait to give her more. He stuck his tongue out experimentally.
"Oh." Ginny muttered, and the sound was much worse than the moans he had been hearing just a moment ago. Harry lifted his head immediately to see what had gone wrong.
"Oh?" he parroted. "Not a good oh?"
She cringed when she realized her auditory response had changed the mood so immediately. "I don't know yet. It's…I don't know. Wet?"
Harry frowned and leaned back. "I think that's the point? I mean, you were wet before I licked you."
She nodded. "Right. It just…keep trying. I'm sorry."
Harry knew things wouldn't go perfectly tonight, but he'd hoped he wouldn't hear the words "keep trying." And he figured he'd be the one saying "I'm sorry."
His frustration must have shown on his face because Ginny reached down and gave his arm a squeeze. They shared a brief look of exasperation, and then, impossibly, they both laughed together. Just a short burst of giggles that was somehow nervous and relieving all at once. It was odd. He was naked, hovering over an equally naked Ginny, and they laughed. Laughing together at how bad things had turned so quickly. Yet somehow, everything was okay now. Truly, Harry didn't feel the need to worry about how things went. It was Ginny. They would figure it out together.
"Yeah," he said, now grinning. "I'll just keep trying here."
And she chuckled again, but then he was between her legs and the second pass of his tongue made her stop giggling. In fact, her hand went to his head and clenched a fistful of hair.
"Oh!" she said once again, only this time it came out in a gasp.
He wrapped smirking lips around her and kissed and sucked and licked some more. It didn't all work at first. Sometimes, he had her grasping at the bedsheets, and other times he felt her shifting underneath him, a subtle movement to get him to move to a different area, or try something else.
But Harry was nothing if not a persistent learner. And he doubted he'd ever been more interested in the source material. And it paid off. Her body was mesmerizing. The way she moved and hummed and said his name was fascinating to Harry, and this night was a grand experiment to see how hot her skin could feel, how wet she became, how loud he could make her moan.
Her hand had moved to run through his surely-messy hair, occasionally tugging at it to move him around, sometimes pressing him firmly against her while she rolled her hips up into his mouth.
Eventually, he pulled a quivering leg over his shoulder to give himself a different angle. He licked into her, and her hum of pleasure was almost enough to make him come against the mattress. But he resisted because he needed his full faculties to enjoy what was happening here and now.
He brought a finger up to replace his tongue inside her—Merlin, was she tight—so that he could move back to that sensitive nub that he'd discovered made Ginny squirm. He swirled around it, hooked his finger a little, and then flicked.
And then she shook, positively shook, underneath him and she cried out. Her thighs clamped around his head, and Harry moaned gratefully against her.
"Harry!" her voice was loud, but strained, and she rolled her hips against his mouth, all the while using her hand in his hair to apply the right amount of pressure. For his part, Harry gripped her waist and watched her face in awe the best he could from his vantage point.
After a few moments that Harry wished could have lasted forever, her movements stilled and she released his head. Harry lifted his head to find her looking perfectly relaxed but for the heaving breaths of a woman who'd just run a sprint. He climbed up her body to lay next to her, and ran his hand over her toned stomach. She turned her head, her expression somewhere between sleepy and awed.
"I think you figured it out," she hummed. Harry couldn't keep the smug grin from his face. "But there's no time to celebrate. I think we have less than 20 minutes until midnight."
Harry couldn't help but laugh. "That's not going to be a problem, Gin. Watching you was almost enough as it is."
She smiled and took a breath. Her hand moved down to grasp Harry's and she pulled it to the other side of her. "Get on with it then."
Harry obeyed, following her guidance and swung his body back on top of her. It was all so overwhelming. They were really doing this. He was really holding himself over her. This beautiful, incredible girl was really looking up at him like that.
He looked down to try to work out how to proceed, and an odd thought occurred to him. He looked back to Ginny's face. "So, do you think it's considered consummated when I first, erm, go in? Or is it a matter of when I finish? Because I think that's pretty messed up if it's all about when I've gotten off, you know?
Ginny's eyebrows lifted and she let out an incredulous laugh. "Really?" she asked.
"What?" he replied, self-conscious. Which was funny, because it had nothing to do with their nakedness.
"Don't get me wrong," she said, still chuckling."I think your concern is sweet and it bodes well for our sex life. Or at least mine. But Harry, are you seriously worried about this right now?"
And the absurdity of it caught up to Harry and he laughed at himself, burying his face in her neck. She wrapped her arms around him and they laughed together.
"I guess I'm not," he said after they'd collected themselves and he gave her a quick peck to her lips. "Though...should we be concerned about, er, contraception?"
She blushed. "I already cast the charm. Didn't trust that we'd think about it if things got...going."
And the mood shifted once more. Because things had certainly been going. And as freeing as their laughter had been, Harry knew they didn't have much time.
"Good. Erm...You'll tell me if I need to do something different?" he asked her. Her tightness around just his finger flashed though his mind. And while it was a hell of a turn-on, he couldn't help but fear what she might be in for.
"Slow," she said with a nod. Harry nodded back in agreement and positioned himself at her entrance. He could not believe this was real life.
Harry slowly leaned in, and was amazed even more at how tight she was. He wasn't sure how this would work. But her body adjusted to his as he gently pushed in. As much as he wanted to thrust, Harry saw the look of pain on his lover's face, and knew he could resist for her to enjoy the moment. Or at least not hate the moment.
Eventually, he had slid in most of the way and began pulling back out. Ginny let out a hiss of something. Pain, pleasure, or both, Harry wasn't sure.
"Okay, Gin?" Harry asked.
Eyes still screwed shut, she gave a curt nod. "Can you just wait for a second?"
So he didn't move, despite how much his body urged him to. She shifted, perhaps to ease her discomfort, and Harry felt her muscles clench around him.
"Holy shit," he groaned and gripped at the bedsheets like his life depended on it.
"What is it?" Ginny asked, tense. "Is something wrong?"
Harry panted and shook his head. "No. No. No. Just…I'm not looking for bonus points or anything, but you have no idea what you're doing to me right now." His voice came out hoarse. "I just want to f…I want you so bad right now, Gin." He edited his words. Maybe one day he could whisper in her ear the dirty things he was thinking. Instead, he lowered his face and peppered her with small kisses.
"Sorry," she responded, and Harry shook his head. That wasn't the response he wanted. So he silenced her with his lips.
Kissing was nice, familiar at this point. A perfect distraction to keep Harry from obsessing over her heat and wetness surrounding him. Occasionally her muscles contracted again, and it took everything he had not to whimper with pleasure and desire and thrust into her. So he rather liked feeling her lips between his. Kept his mind off of…other things.
Until, "Can you move now, Harry?"
He wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the question. But her requested movement took priority over laughter. He lifted his hips, not letting himself pull too far out of her. When he pushed back in, she rocked her body with him. A breath escaped him that he didn't know he'd been holding. He tried to keep the tempo slow and steady, his body's urges fighting him with each slow roll of their hips.
He watched her expression change over the next minute or so (time didn't really exist in this moment, so it was impossible to know exactly how long). It started screwed up and focused, eyes shut. And then, the tension seemed to leave her body. The worry lines disappeared from her face, and then her eyes opened, and Harry knew she was past the worst of it. She might even be enjoying it.
He felt control leave him at that thought. He began thrusting harder and faster, trusting that Ginny would tell him to stop. Instead, she happily groaned beneath him.
Harry felt himself getting close, far too quickly. But at least he had an excuse this time. He had to finish quickly. Still, he tried to hold off for as long as he could. "Harry," Ginny said, and he was distressed to hear nothing in her voice that hinted at her being close. "Come for me, Harry."
And any distress left him because holy shit what other response is there but to obey? His body erratically moved, and the pressure built, and he did as she instructed. He couldn't much think while he released inside of her, but he was vaguely aware of her fingernails on his back. Of the way he slumped down on top of her and took massive breaths while he buried his head in her neck again. Of the way she whispered in his ear words that he'd never remember but always cherish.
After a moment, he was able to collect himself. He grew softer, and Harry pulled out and only then noticed the feeling of magic in the air around them. It felt complete.
Harry rolled off of Ginny and lay by her side. They turned their heads to face each other, all smiles and a hint of disbelief in her expression. Harry thought his probably matched. Neither broke the silence for some time.
Unsure what else to say, Harry figured he'd apologize first. "Sorry you didn't…at the end there, I should've—"
Ginny rolled her eyes with smile. "Harry don't you dare apologize for what just happened. It was amazing. Plus, you took care of me first."
"Still," he frowned. "maybe I could've tried something else."
She shook her head. "I doubt you could've gotten me close again after…well, it's not exactly pleasant at first." Harry's expression must have revealed his fear, because she was quick to bring a finger to his lips before he could apologize again. "It's normal, and you did everything right. Thank you, Harry."
He breathed a sigh of relief. "Wish it wasn't that way."
She nodded. "It was great anyway. Besides, we'll have plenty of opportunities to get it perfectly right, won't we?"
And somehow, in all of this, it had never occurred to Harry that this would keep happening. He'd been so focused on tonight that he couldn't much think of the future, even if it was worry of the future that led to tonight.
"Oh, Harry," Ginny grew nervous. She must have seen the surprise on his face. "I guess I shouldn't assume that we'd keep this aspect of the relationship going. This was probably just—"
And Harry shut her up with a kiss to her lips. Because she must be going mad if she thought he was hesitant about repeating what just happened. When he pulled back, he was smiling at her. He reached forward and threaded some loose hair through his fingers before tucking it behind her ear. She was so pretty, it wasn't fair. "We're married," he said simply.
Brow furrowed, Ginny responded. "Well, yes. I thought we'd established that many times over today."
Harry's grin only broadened. "Yes, but...before it was this thing we weren't so sure about. Now…we're married, Gin!"
And he kissed her again for good measure, quite unsure how to articulate the elation rising in his chest. He thought about the ring sitting in his pants pocket somewhere on the floor. But no. Now wasn't the time. When he pulled back again, Ginny was smiling too.
"Harry Potter, I don't think I understand you just yet."
"Well, you've got a lifetime to figure me out now, Mrs. Potter." The name felt so right on his lips, they turned into a smile once more.
But her smile faltered. "Merlin, what do we tell my family?"
A/N: Welp...that got a little more mature than I've gone in the past with Hinny. Hopefully it was okay. Hopefully it felt true to the characters as well as the tone of this fic. Let me know what you thought!