Disclaimer: I do not own these characters, brilliantly created by J.K.
Rowling. Most situations are based on those created by J.K. Rowling.
Author's Note (8/20/03): Apologies on the slower updates. I've been having problems with my internet connection.
Chapter Thirty One: Back to the Room of Requirement
The second half of the school year began and with it the looming threat of N.E.W.T.'s. In January, the seventh years were beginning to feel the strain. They were informed that they were to begin attending monthly conference sessions with their heads of houses and various other faculty to discuss realistic career options. For Harry, this added nothing to his schedule, as he was already attending his conferences with Professor McGonagall.
Soon, it was February, and it was Harry and Ginny's turn to celebrate an anniversary. "We can put it off, if you want," Ginny said to Harry one night.
"Why?"
"You have a lot on your plate right now," Ginny said. "I though you might just want to relax."
"Ginny, being with you WOULD relax me," Harry said. "Of course we'll celebrate ON our anniversary. Want to go back to where it all began?"
Ginny smiled. "That would be great," she said. And so it was that on their anniversary, Harry and Ginny ended up back in the Room of Requirement.
* * *
"What do you think we'll find this time?" Harry teased as he opened the door. He pushed it some more, and let Ginny enter. He followed her, and they both stopped.
The room was almost exactly the same as the year before. The candles were lit, the table was set, the music was playing. However, to the side of the room was a large canopy bed, with big fluffy blankets and pillows.
Ginny spoke first. "What is there-? Harry, did you want us to-?"
Harry was embarrassed. He was as shocked as she was. "Well, no," he said. "I mean, I've thought about it. But I didn't intend for it to happen tonight."
"So, you want to?"
"Yes," Harry said honestly, "but it doesn't have to be tonight."
"What if I said I wanted to?" Ginny asked.
Harry's face changed, "Do you?"
"What IF I did?" Ginny asked. "If I said, 'Harry, I want to have sex with you. Here. Tonight.' What would you say?"
"Ginny, we've talked about this," Harry said. "We're going to wait."
"Just answer the question, Harry, "Ginny said, walking a little closer to him.
Harry gulped. He was feeling nervous and a little sweaty. "Well," he began slowly. "I guess I would have to say: let's do it."
Ginny smiled ('Seductively,' Harry thought) and walked over to him. Placing her hands on his chest and a soft kiss on his lips she looked into his eyes and whispered, "Harry, I love you. I want to have sex with you. Here. Tonight."
Harry stared into Ginny's eyes, trying to decide if it was the right decision, or if she simply got the idea because they had access to a bed. What he saw in her eyes told him all he needed to know. He saw love and desire, and all the determination in the world. In a clear voice, he whispered back, just before he started to kiss her, "Let's do it."
* * *
The food forgotten, Harry and Ginny lay under the covers of the big fluffy bed. Harry held Ginny close to him. They were both smiling. "Wow," was all Ginny said. "Hermione was right."
"About what?" Harry asked.
"She said, on New Year's Eve, after she and Ron, y'know, did what we just did, and she said that it's like having a big secret no one knows about. 'Cept you and me."
Harry smiled. "I'm glad you decided to share this secret with me, Gin."
"Me too," Ginny said. "I love you, Harry."
"Should we be getting back?" she asked.
Harry looked at his watch. "We have time," he said. "Let's just stay here a bit longer."
"Sounds good to me," said Ginny, and she and Harry held each other close and listened to the quiet around them. When they finally headed back to the common room and hour and a half later, the meal that had been prepared for them still sat on the table.
Author's Note (8/20/03): Apologies on the slower updates. I've been having problems with my internet connection.
Chapter Thirty One: Back to the Room of Requirement
The second half of the school year began and with it the looming threat of N.E.W.T.'s. In January, the seventh years were beginning to feel the strain. They were informed that they were to begin attending monthly conference sessions with their heads of houses and various other faculty to discuss realistic career options. For Harry, this added nothing to his schedule, as he was already attending his conferences with Professor McGonagall.
Soon, it was February, and it was Harry and Ginny's turn to celebrate an anniversary. "We can put it off, if you want," Ginny said to Harry one night.
"Why?"
"You have a lot on your plate right now," Ginny said. "I though you might just want to relax."
"Ginny, being with you WOULD relax me," Harry said. "Of course we'll celebrate ON our anniversary. Want to go back to where it all began?"
Ginny smiled. "That would be great," she said. And so it was that on their anniversary, Harry and Ginny ended up back in the Room of Requirement.
* * *
"What do you think we'll find this time?" Harry teased as he opened the door. He pushed it some more, and let Ginny enter. He followed her, and they both stopped.
The room was almost exactly the same as the year before. The candles were lit, the table was set, the music was playing. However, to the side of the room was a large canopy bed, with big fluffy blankets and pillows.
Ginny spoke first. "What is there-? Harry, did you want us to-?"
Harry was embarrassed. He was as shocked as she was. "Well, no," he said. "I mean, I've thought about it. But I didn't intend for it to happen tonight."
"So, you want to?"
"Yes," Harry said honestly, "but it doesn't have to be tonight."
"What if I said I wanted to?" Ginny asked.
Harry's face changed, "Do you?"
"What IF I did?" Ginny asked. "If I said, 'Harry, I want to have sex with you. Here. Tonight.' What would you say?"
"Ginny, we've talked about this," Harry said. "We're going to wait."
"Just answer the question, Harry, "Ginny said, walking a little closer to him.
Harry gulped. He was feeling nervous and a little sweaty. "Well," he began slowly. "I guess I would have to say: let's do it."
Ginny smiled ('Seductively,' Harry thought) and walked over to him. Placing her hands on his chest and a soft kiss on his lips she looked into his eyes and whispered, "Harry, I love you. I want to have sex with you. Here. Tonight."
Harry stared into Ginny's eyes, trying to decide if it was the right decision, or if she simply got the idea because they had access to a bed. What he saw in her eyes told him all he needed to know. He saw love and desire, and all the determination in the world. In a clear voice, he whispered back, just before he started to kiss her, "Let's do it."
* * *
The food forgotten, Harry and Ginny lay under the covers of the big fluffy bed. Harry held Ginny close to him. They were both smiling. "Wow," was all Ginny said. "Hermione was right."
"About what?" Harry asked.
"She said, on New Year's Eve, after she and Ron, y'know, did what we just did, and she said that it's like having a big secret no one knows about. 'Cept you and me."
Harry smiled. "I'm glad you decided to share this secret with me, Gin."
"Me too," Ginny said. "I love you, Harry."
"Should we be getting back?" she asked.
Harry looked at his watch. "We have time," he said. "Let's just stay here a bit longer."
"Sounds good to me," said Ginny, and she and Harry held each other close and listened to the quiet around them. When they finally headed back to the common room and hour and a half later, the meal that had been prepared for them still sat on the table.