"We live for love, and life it's self", that's what you said, as you walked out the door, for the last time, for I, never to see your face, never ever.

I remembered you for ten years, but still no replies to my owls, then one day, my prayers were answered as my owl came back with a letter, not just any letter, but a letter from you.

"Dear My Sweet Ginny,

Oh how I have missed you too. I have only just received all of your owls. Sweet, gentle Ginny, I never meant to hurt you by leaving. Sweet gentle Ginny, I never meant to make you cry, but here I am today, though you may not see me, but if you hear a horn, think of me.

Love, Harry Potter"

That was when I broke down into tears, then and there, as I re-read your lovely letter. But as luck would have it, I heard a horn, outside my bedroom window and remembered your message.

I looked out above the rooftops of the town below, to find my view was blocked... by you. You jumped through my window and on top of me as we fell onto my bed. You smiled cheekily as if you meant this to happen.

We stared, you and I, into our eyes, yours into mine, forever it felt. But it wasn't forever; it wasn't even five minutes till you claimed my mouth as yours. Ten years ago I didn't feel anything when we kissed, but now, as I lay here, beneath you, kissing me, I feel bliss, like nothing I have ever felt. I have waited, Harry Potter, I have waited for this day to come, for you, to claim my body as yours, and the one and only thing sacred to me.

It was if you had read my thoughts, before I knew it we were naked and you slowly pushed into me. Slowly as can be you pushed in getting faster, and faster till you were all in. you smiled to me as I cringed in pain, but you said, "it will soon go away" I tried to laugh at how stupid you could be, but for once, you engulfed me, your territory, was me.

Since that day back in your 7th year, you were afraid of my father he frightened you. He found out you gave Fred and George the money, he found out every little thing that had happened with everything you did was fake, a lie a scam. But to me, Mr potter, it was my life; I covered your surroundings.

I remember the one thing my father had said to you, it was as if it was yesterday. It was incredibly sad.

'Your father...your father said that whatever you and I had done together, he could do things that were more arousing,' you whispered.

'Oh?' I replied slightly entranced. Harry looked down at me.

I looked into your green eyes and was shocked by what I saw there. Something in them was pulling me in, rendering me completely helpless, under some sort of spell that I didn't understand. My heart began to pound violently and my breath was coming in short gasps.

'Prove him wrong,' Harry whispered, that was the sure sign he was serious. Ginny pulled him down and kissed him, non-stop as if this was the last time she would see him, as if this was the last night he was to be alive.

He was inside of her in two places, and that was where he stayed for the whole night, in her bed, with her, his dream woman, the lovely, Virginia 'Molly' Weasley. She was all his forever and ever. That is how they stayed, for as long as anyone older, than old could be itself, knew.