A/N – Hey, just in case you enjoyed the first part, here's the second one for you.

She was kissing him.

She was actually kissing him.

Harry's mind was overrun with thoughts of the beautiful witch in front of him. Her hands on his face. Her lips on his. Then he was kissing her back. Hot. Rough. Passionately. It was like millions of tiny fireworks erupting in his brain all at once.

His hands wrapped around Ginny's waist as her hands crept into his hair. He didn't want to be the one to break the kiss. He didn't want this moment to ever end. As his hands began to trail up her back they ran through her silky, fiery hair. Merlin. He'd imagined on several occasions what it would feel like to have his hands running through her hair. To have his hands running all over her stunning curves. Down her toned stomach. Down…

Ginny shifted onto Harry's lap, not breaking their passionate kiss, thrusting her tongue into his mouth and her hips downwards. He felt himself harden within his boxers.

"I'm so sorry." He said, breaking their passionate embrace.

"It's me that should be apologising." She responded, catching her breath. "I know you'd never like me like that and now I've ruined everything."

She moved to get up from his lap, but Harry stopped her, holding a firm grip on her waist, "I thought it was pretty clear how I feel about you. That's why I apologised."

"You really like me?" She questioned, wrapping her arms around his neck, 'Merlin she's gorgeous' his brain thought, nodding, and tenderly kissing his response.

They stayed in that tender kiss for what felt like two seconds and two decades all at once before his hands trailed down her back and gripped her firm backside. She smiled into his mouth as she deepened the kiss, grinding down onto Harry's rock-solid cock.

He broke the kiss for a second before reapplying his lips to her slender neck. Her head fell backwards to allow him better access and, as his lips met the tender spot under her ear, a fragile moan escaped from her lips. He focused his lips onto that spot as his hand worked its way up her toned stomach, tenderly caressing her breast. A combination of the chill in the air and her arousal had caused her nipples to harden under her shirt. As his fingers gently gripped the swollen nub, Ginny clenched her thighs around his waist and let out a moan so loud it shocked Harry back to reality.

"You know this probably isn't a great spot for not getting caught." He exclaimed with both a chuckle and nervous look on his face.

"Let's move this upstairs then." Ginny said in a sultry tone into his ear, kissing it with her soft, gentle lips as she did so.

They made their way up the stairs towards Fred and George's bedroom, where Harry had been staying during the summer, which took a lot longer then normal due to them stopping every few seconds to continue their passionate embrace.

As soon as they were upstairs, Harry shut the door behind them pinning Ginny against it with a kiss as he did so. She began to walk him backwards towards the bed, but Harry paused halfway across the room, breaking the kiss and saying in a serious tone,

"You know…We don't have to do anything if you don't want to."

A shocked look came upon Ginny's face, "Of course I want to, I wouldn't be here if I didn't."

"Are you sure?"

"Do you not really like me…Is that it?" Ginny's face looked as if it were about to break into a million pieces and explode with rage all at once.

"Of course I like you. Trust me I really want to." Harry hurriedly responded, "I just don't want to force you to do anything you're not comfortable with."

Ginny pulled him down by his hair, resuming their passionate embrace and continuing to move towards the bed. Harry slowly sat down on the edge of the bed, pulling Ginny down on top of him. His hands began play with the bottom of her pyjama top as he thought back to earlier that night…

She was standing at the bottom of the stairs, seemingly staring at him, clearly not expecting him to be here. He'd just had his most confusing dream in a long time.

Him and Ginny had been alone in the Quidditch changing rooms…in the showers. She was on her knees in front of him. Her delicate mouth wrapped beautifully around his cock. Moving up and down. Letting the head of him move roughly in and out of her throat.

Then the water turned cold, jolting him from his dream just seconds before Ginny brought him to his release.

He'd gone down to the kitchen for a drink of water to try and clear his brain from the thoughts that had been plaguing it since he'd woken up. Why was he dreaming about Ginny? What would Ron say if he knew?

And why did he desperately want it to be real?

He stared at her at the bottom of the stairs. A tiny crop top and the smallest pair of shorts Harry had ever seen was all that stopped Harry from laying eyes on her gorgeous, naked body. Merlin, he hoped that her eyes didn't wander south to the prominent bulge currently forming.

Her eyes that reminded him of Honeyduke's finest seemed shocked that he had turned to see him, and a beautiful blush tainted her cheeks as she quickly averted her gaze to the ground for just a second.

He slowly lifted her top up her torso as he pulled back from her kiss and look into her eyes for approval. Nodding her head she moved her hands to help him to lift her top over her head.

"Merlin…You're so beautiful." Harry exclaimed drinking in the beauty of her body. He knew that this was a sight he'd never tire of seeing. They were fairly large and firm and were adorned with pink nipples, erect with arousal.

Ginny blushed as Harry began to kiss his way down to her chest. He slowly worked his way towards her tender nipples, before clutching his lips around one and gently sucking. He lay Ginny down onto the bed and settled himself on top of her, proceeding to deliver the same treatment to the other breast. Ginny's whimpers and moans were excellent encouragement to continue his savage attack of her breasts.

He brought his lips back up to meet hers and she roughly pulled his t-shirt over his head and flipped them over, so she was on top of Harry. All of the blood rushed downwards from Harry's head as she slowly began to taunt him by showering his torso with delicate kisses. He didn't know how he would ever be able to stop their passionate embrace.