Harry walked out of the bathroom, rubbing his hair with his towel. He headed towards Ginny's door, and knocked on it.

Ginny opened the door, her face brightening. "Harry!" she exclaimed. "Come in," she invited.

Harry walked in, breathing in Ginny's alluring scent of holly and rosewood. She had just bathed too, and her soft auburn hair now hung in waves down her back, framing her flawless face. She was wearing a white nightdress. It had two straps on her shoulders, a not-so-modest neckline, and it ended short of her knees. Its rather skimpy, he thought absently. Of course, he chided himself. She's going to sleep in this. She doesn't want to get too hot, does she. His mind wandered, he found himself wondering if she was wearing a bra. He shook his head, trying to figure out the thoughts that were rushing through his head. Had he fallen for Ginny? He wondered to himself.

And as Harry stared at Ginny, Ginny drank in Harry's profile. His green eyes were intense, his hair was wet and she longed to pat it flat, it stuck out in all sides. She had a crush on Harry since she met him, though she had been together with other people, it was Harry that she ultimately wanted. Harry Harry Harry, it resounded in her head like a neverending chant. He had only a white shirt and pants on.

Harry looked at her, suddenly feeling awkward. She was sitting on her bed, and there was nothing else in her room but her dresser and her bed. Bed, a voice sounded in his head. Bed means sex. Sex means.. Whatever did sex mean? His mind was growing crazy. He cleared his throat, trying to search for something to say.

Ginny beat him to it. "Thanks for saving me just now," she said, smiling sweetly at him. He returned her smile. "It was nothing. Did Malfoy hurt you?" he asked in concern. "No, he didn't really." She replied. "Good. I wouldn't want anyone to hurt you." Harry said huskily. Ginny looked up at him, not believing what she was hearing. She looked into his eyes, searching for confirmation. "Ginny. I.. I think I'm in love with you," Harry admitted, as he thought of his anger today when Malfoy was kissing her. "I mean, I was so furious at Malfoy, I couldn't bear to see him kiss you." Ginny's face broke into a smile. "Oh, Harry," she exclaimed, standing up and walking to him. The last she saw was his sexy smile, before their lips met. She kissed him softly, and he responded. Ginny couldn't wait to get closer to him. As they kissed, thoughts swirled through her head. She couldn't believe she was finally kissing Harry Potter, the man she was in love with all her life. She had dreamed of this for ages, she had wished for this for so long; finally it was coming true!

Ginny wrapped her arms around him, feeling his muscles underneath his thin shirt. They rippled under her touch, as he leaned to draw her nearer, drinking in her sweet kiss. "Ohhh Harry," Ginny sighed, when they broke apart. "Ginny, you're beautiful," Harry murmured, stroking her hair. She snuggled in his arms, allowing him to slide his lips down to her neck. He sucked at her collarbone, a love bite forming. His hands slipped down her gorgeous sides, as they resumed their kiss. Ginny led him to the bed, still locked in a hungry kiss. Harry wrapped his arm around her waist, tugging her nearer, as his lips nudged down one of her straps, kissing her bare shoulder. Ginny's hands slipped under his shirt, moving up his back, sending shivers down Harry's spine. Harry threw one leg over hips, and his hardened manhood brushed her skin. Tremors ran through Harry's body as Ginny gasped at the hard that was pushing against her leg. She arched against it, her entire body heating up. Harry moaned, squeezing their legs tighter, grinding himself against her. Ginny whimpered, her hands taking a life of their own as they gripped his firm ass and pushed his hips against hers.

Harry groaned, growing hotter and hotter with need. He forced himself to place some distance from her. "Ginny," he whispered. "Are you sure." Ginny nodded. "Yes, I'm sure." After that confirmation, their next kiss was hot, fiery, and sweet. As they sucked at each other hotly, Harry's hands traveled up her thigh, causing Ginny to moan against his lips. He lifted her entire nightdress off her shoulders, his lips sliding to her chest. His mouth took in her peaked nipples, making Ginny cry out in estacy as he flicked his tongue across them. He helped Ginny pull off his shirt, and her hands dragged off his pants in one swift motion. Finally, their naked bodies touched, Harry moaning with pleasure as Ginny rubbed herself on his heated flesh. Purring softly, Ginny widened her legs, as Harry positioned himself above her. As they lips met again, he entered her. They rocked against each other, panting hard, enjoying the explosions in their lower bodies. Harry growled as he pushed into her, wanting so much yet not daring to hurt her. "Harry, Harry," Ginny cried out wildly, heaving as she yearned for him inside her. Harry drove himself into her again hard, grunting, and Ginny whimpered in pleasure, matching him wave after wave as they hugged each other, riding each other to estacy.