--The Bachelor's Curse--
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Chapter VII
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December 24th: Five Months Later: The Lupins' House
"Nymphadora, where do you think you're going?!" Remus stormed into the bedroom, his face set hard.
"Mad Eye's doing some reconnaissance on the Crumb place." Nymphadora said meekly, "I'll be back before it's time for Molly's party."
Remus crossed his arms, lips tight as he watched her on the bed trying to zip up her jeans over her newly forming hump.
"Damn!" She said, fighting with the zipper. Then looking up at her husband coyly, knowing that he didn't want her to go, and knowing that she really shouldn't go, she said, "I think it's time for some new jeans."
"I think it's time you stop working in the field," he retorted. He wouldn't stop her, but he'd certainly let her know his opinion.
"We said at five months," Nymphadora said, knowing that was only five days away.
Then for the first time that evening, Remus let out a bit of a chuckle as he sat down besides his pregnant wife. "I think you're pants are saying it's time to stay home."
Tonks sighed, rubbing her belly she felt a slight kick, "It's kicking!" She grabbed Remus's hand and placed it on her rounded center. "Do you feel it?"
His face beamed with youthful delight, "Yes! Oh my, he's quite the little boxer." He rubbed his hand across her flesh, then again her cheek, "You've made the proudest man."
He kissed her and Nymphadora blushed. They had been married five months, but he still had that effect on her. It had been an unexpected marriage, and an unexpected child, but somehow, out of a dark hour in the wizarding world, a new love and a new life had been formed, and both Remus and his new wife, Nymphadora, were both ecstatically happy and wonderfully in love.
"I think you're right, Remus." Nymphadora said, pushing her jeans off, "I think I'll stay home. I mean just until the baby's born and all then, you know I'll be going back to work straight away."
He kissed her again, smiling, "I wouldn't dream of stopping you."
"I know." She answered sincerely, then laying her head against his shoulder, "You're going to be a wonderful father."
He stroked her brown hair, "And you're going to me an incredible mother. Just promise me one thing."
She looked up suddenly; his eyes were so clear, "What's that?"
"Don't start knitting jumpers, like Molly." He replied, scratching at the green and yellow Molly- made jumper he was wearing, "This world doesn't need any more itchy wool garments."
"But you look so brilliant in it!" Tonks laughed with her whole heart, "Don't worry, it's not in every females mothering nature to knit, Remus."
"Praise Merlin!" He laughed with her and they kissed again.
Then running a hand up his leg, a twinkle in her eye, "You know, we've got a couple of hours before the party."
Lupin grinned wolfishly, "I think we can find an accommodating way to pass the time." Then nibbling her ears, he rucked up her t-shirt, hands exploring her growing bosoms. "You know, love, there are some advantages to being pregnant."
"Such a rake, you are!" Tonks giggled as Remus continued nibbling away until his wife was entirely satisfied that she had stayed home and Remus was entirely pleased that he'd married such a vivacious, naughty woman.
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Western Ireland: Mary Rafferty's Cottage
"Hold your hand perfectly still, focus," Severus's voice was deep and serious as he instructed his daughter in wandless magic. He stood behind her in the cottage kitchen as she levitated a fruit cake from the counter to the table. "Good, now look at the table, imagine where you want to place it."
The cake dipped in mid-flight, faltered and then rose above the table where it came to rest with a gentle clank of the china plate hitting the wood.
"Excellent!" He gave her shoulder a tight squeeze. "Only very powerful witch can do wandless magic, Siobhan," he told her proudly.
She smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, "Obviously, I have good genetics."
"I was thinking exactly the same thing!" He replied, giving her a slight smile.
"Oh no, are you two congratulating each other again!" Mary asked as she entered the kitchen.
No matter how many times Severus had seen her this fall, he was still in awe at her beauty. Her long, dark hair worn freely tonight was more beautiful than in his dreams.
"Mum, I just levitated the fruitcake to the table!" Her daughter replied gleefully. "Why don't I try the ham next?" She said turning to her father.
He looked at Mary's shocked face, "Perhaps we should try something that isn't your mothers Christmas dinner."
Hands on her hips, "Correct!" Mary chided. "Now I think you might be wanting this," she said to Siobhan holding up an envelope.
"Ahh! It's a letter from Danny!" Siobhan grabbed the envelop, and hurried for the kitchen door. "We'll try the ham later," she whispered mischievously in her father's ear before leaving.
There was an awkward silence as the two were left alone.
"I like your muggle clothes," Mary finally said.
He was wearing black trousers and a dark green oxford shirt, "This is some of what Siobhan picked out for me in Dublin."
Ever since learning he had a daughter, he regained a new spirit. His old hatred and self loathing seemed to fade away. She had asked him if they could keep in touch, as she was going away to university in Dublin in August. Of course he'd said yes, and their letter writing had not only allowed each to learn about the other, but it always began to form a special bond between them as well as providing mutual therapy.
In October, Siobhan, who was a chemistry major at Trinity, invited Severus to parents' week at school. For the first time ever, Snape took an absence from Hogwart's and with Mary, his wife, went to support his daughter. Siobhan had insisted on taking him muggle clothes shopping first and shortly their after, he understood why. She introduced him as her father, to everyone: friends, professors, her boyfriend. He's never in his life felt more proud than hearing, from such a beautiful, bright young woman, the words, "This is my father"; and being that man.
In the course of their relationship, he's learned that she had been using wandless magic to do a few things and she was very eager to learn more from him. Mary had given her blessing, and upon their visits, he taught her a few new useful charms. Mary liked to watch them work together and in developing a new relationship with his daughter; he slowly began to repair the old relationship with his wife.
"Well, it's very handsome outfit," she replied quickly, and blushed. Then turning, she began washing dishes.
They both knew he could easily charm the dishes to wash them selves, but he knew she didn't like doing things, as she called it, "the easy way." There was time he would have argued with her, scorned her for rejecting magic, but now, for some reason, he didn't care. It seemed too trivial a matter where she was concerned. He'd spoken about his relationship with Mary to Dumbledore. The old man just smiled, finally replying, "Love is a funny thing isn't it Severus." Was it love? Could he be falling in love with her again? What if he did, and she didn't love him back. Was trying worth the rejection?
"Thank you for invited me for Christmas, Mary," he answered, watching her from behind.
"Siobhan wanted it that way," Mary replied, hands deep in dishwater.
Severus stepped up beside her at the sink. He was so close that he could feel the warmth of body her womanly body, her sweet smell enveloping his senses. Trembling inside at he knew it was now or never, he took the opportunity. Plunging his hands into the water, he caught and stilled hers; blues eyes turned to meet him with anticipation.
"I was hoping that you might have wanted it that way," he said quietly, looking deeply into her eyes.
Mary shut her eyelids for a moment, looking within, she trembled, "I do." Then taking his hands in hers, she looked into his black eyes, which bore every emotion of his soul, "I want you back in my life."
Although his hands were wet, he lifted one to her cheek and slowly tilting her head upward, Severus Snape kissed his wife for the first time in eighteen years. With each moment, the kiss deepened, with friendship, understanding and love; until Mary's arms were wrapped around her husband, and his hands were tangled in her long hair.
"Mum, Dad!!" Siobhan yelled out in complete shock.
The two instantly broke away, and in unison, turned crimson.
Siobhan, smiling like a Cheshire cat, ran into the kitchen, and hugged them both, "This truly in the best Christmas ever!"
And for each, it truly was.
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St. Mungo's: Janis Thicky Ward
Gilderoy Lockheart's therapy had worked. His memory was back and at this moment he stood in front of two Ministry officials in handcuffs.
"Come on Lockheart, it's off to the Ministry jail to await trial." The first official said.
"Lucky for you really," the second little man said. "I know quite a few magical beings that'd like to get their paws on you." The two officials laughed in a crackled harmony.
Gilderoy said nothing as they lead him from his room, down the hallway of Janis Thickey ward, until he saw her.
"Wait!" He said emphatically.
"Gil?!" Luna ran up to him, her face twisted with questions.
"It's time for me to go, Ms. Lovegood," he said quietly, his old bravado lost.
"But do you remember everything? Really everything?" She pleaded with him to say no. She knew he wasn't a good man, but her soft heart didn't want to see him in Azkaban.
He smiled sadly, "I remember what counts."
Luna's eyes began to tear up.
"I want to thank you Ms. Lovegood, for not giving up on me and... and for the marriage."
"Cranky! You married this crazy bugger?" Blurted out an official, but the two ignored him.
"You could have just let me die, but you didn't." His forget-me-not blue eyes looked sincerely, into hers, "You were much better to me than I ever was to anyone."
He bit her trembling lip, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Please don't feel sorry for me," he tried to smile, but smiles weren't coming easy to him these days, "I'm getting what I deserve."
She wiped the tear away, "I know."
"Okay, time to break it up you two!" Grumbled an official, and yanked Lockheart away from the fair, young mediwitch.
He didn't need to be told twice; he turned from her, and began following his guards down the hall.
This time it was Luna's turn to cry out, "Wait!"
She ran up to the cuffed Lockheart and throwing her arms around him, she kissed him sincerely. Holding him, she whispered, "Merry Christmas, Gil."
Tears formed in his eyes for things that would never be. "Yes," he answered lowly, against her soft cheek, "Merry Christmas, Luna."
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The Weasley Christmas Party: That evening
Ron and Hermoine, Bill and Katie, Charlie and Angelina, Neville and Susan were all still married and all attending the Christmas party in high spirits. Fred, George and Mundangus were in the corner arguing, but thankfully for Molly, the twins had each sought a speedy annulment. Harry and Ginny too had annulled their marriage vows, but both had acted very strangely and very secretive ever since.
Molly, hands on her hips turned to Ron, "Where is Ginny?"
Hermoine laughed, "Have you check the coat closet?"
"Blimey! I never thought those two would be like this; my best mate and my little sister." Ron shook his head.
"But Hermoine, they've annulled their marriage vows," Molly answered, sipping from a cup of eggnog, "Surely they wouldn't be--"
"Molly, I think we've meddled in their relationship quite enough," Arthur added, coming up behind the trio. "Come let's get you another glass of that." Arthur winked to Hermoine and Ron.
Somewhere in the Weasley house, which was crowded with witches and wizards celebrating Christmas Eve, Ginny found a vacant coat closet.
"In here!" She whispered and pulled Harry in behind her.
"Alone," he sighed and sunk to the floor. Harry hated crowds, especially post killing Voldemort. They all wanted to hear the story from the Boy that Lived Again. It was an event he didn't like to talk about.
"That's right, alone," Ginny echoed, sinking to the floor besides him. "Alone in the coat closet," she turned to kneel in front of him, ran her hands lasciviously up his thighs, "Now what can I do to put you in a better mood?"
Already a slight smile was crossing his face, "Ginny, there are a million people in the house tonight."
"True," her eyes twinkled like a sprit, "But there are only two of us in the closet."
She pressed her self against his body, and they kissed; his lips eagerly returning her kiss. His arms ran from her hips, over her narrow waist, to her back, pressing her tighter against him as they kissed again and again.
And as they were kissing, a golden chain baring a small gold ring fell out of Ginny's blouse. As they parted from kissing, Harry fingered her wedding band, "When are you going to put this back on?"
"Harry, we've already spoken of this," she replied, stroking his swollen lips, "When you're done with training, then we'll marry for real."
He moved a rugged hand up her warm throat, and down against her heaving chest, "I don't think I can wait a year."
Then moving closer, she perched on his lap, wrapping her legs around the outside of his, her eyes were bore into him with lustful innuendo, "We don't have to wait for everything."
Every inch of his body was aroused by her insinuations, but somehow, through all his desire, he was able to regain mental control. "Ginny, neither of us were ready for this in August," he was referring to consummating their vows, "and now that we're not married, it's all we can do to keep ourselves apart."
"Right," Ginny replied, "then why don't we just not keep apart. We can think of it as a Christmas gift to ourselves!" She smiled and gave his a swift kiss.
He pulled her back lightly, "You know how I feel about this."
"I know, and I respect that." Ginny sunk back away from him; being this close was becoming physically painful. She knew that he was intent upon waiting until they were married to make love, and she did respect that, even though her body didn't bare the same feelings as her mind.
This time it was Harry who moved up her; closing the space between them, "Then marry me, Ginny. Marry me tomorrow. Marry me for Christmas!" He smiled, "Marry me because I love you and because I know you love me."
Ginny rolled her eyes, knowing it would be easier if they waited, but then again, this Harry, her Harry and it's very hard to say no to someone you love. "Fine, alright, I'll marry you tomorrow."
He pounced upon her and after kissing her hard, he asked playfully, "Now, where were we??"
"Harry Potter!" Ginny chided at his eagerness.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny!" He said, as his hands needfully ran down her sides.
"Christmas isn't until tomorrow." She replied properly.
His green eyes twinkled, as he lowered her to the floor of the closet, "Then think of this as an early present."
And they all lived happily ever after. The End.
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Ahhh, I love happy endings. I hope you do too! :) Lyra
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Chapter VII
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December 24th: Five Months Later: The Lupins' House
"Nymphadora, where do you think you're going?!" Remus stormed into the bedroom, his face set hard.
"Mad Eye's doing some reconnaissance on the Crumb place." Nymphadora said meekly, "I'll be back before it's time for Molly's party."
Remus crossed his arms, lips tight as he watched her on the bed trying to zip up her jeans over her newly forming hump.
"Damn!" She said, fighting with the zipper. Then looking up at her husband coyly, knowing that he didn't want her to go, and knowing that she really shouldn't go, she said, "I think it's time for some new jeans."
"I think it's time you stop working in the field," he retorted. He wouldn't stop her, but he'd certainly let her know his opinion.
"We said at five months," Nymphadora said, knowing that was only five days away.
Then for the first time that evening, Remus let out a bit of a chuckle as he sat down besides his pregnant wife. "I think you're pants are saying it's time to stay home."
Tonks sighed, rubbing her belly she felt a slight kick, "It's kicking!" She grabbed Remus's hand and placed it on her rounded center. "Do you feel it?"
His face beamed with youthful delight, "Yes! Oh my, he's quite the little boxer." He rubbed his hand across her flesh, then again her cheek, "You've made the proudest man."
He kissed her and Nymphadora blushed. They had been married five months, but he still had that effect on her. It had been an unexpected marriage, and an unexpected child, but somehow, out of a dark hour in the wizarding world, a new love and a new life had been formed, and both Remus and his new wife, Nymphadora, were both ecstatically happy and wonderfully in love.
"I think you're right, Remus." Nymphadora said, pushing her jeans off, "I think I'll stay home. I mean just until the baby's born and all then, you know I'll be going back to work straight away."
He kissed her again, smiling, "I wouldn't dream of stopping you."
"I know." She answered sincerely, then laying her head against his shoulder, "You're going to be a wonderful father."
He stroked her brown hair, "And you're going to me an incredible mother. Just promise me one thing."
She looked up suddenly; his eyes were so clear, "What's that?"
"Don't start knitting jumpers, like Molly." He replied, scratching at the green and yellow Molly- made jumper he was wearing, "This world doesn't need any more itchy wool garments."
"But you look so brilliant in it!" Tonks laughed with her whole heart, "Don't worry, it's not in every females mothering nature to knit, Remus."
"Praise Merlin!" He laughed with her and they kissed again.
Then running a hand up his leg, a twinkle in her eye, "You know, we've got a couple of hours before the party."
Lupin grinned wolfishly, "I think we can find an accommodating way to pass the time." Then nibbling her ears, he rucked up her t-shirt, hands exploring her growing bosoms. "You know, love, there are some advantages to being pregnant."
"Such a rake, you are!" Tonks giggled as Remus continued nibbling away until his wife was entirely satisfied that she had stayed home and Remus was entirely pleased that he'd married such a vivacious, naughty woman.
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Western Ireland: Mary Rafferty's Cottage
"Hold your hand perfectly still, focus," Severus's voice was deep and serious as he instructed his daughter in wandless magic. He stood behind her in the cottage kitchen as she levitated a fruit cake from the counter to the table. "Good, now look at the table, imagine where you want to place it."
The cake dipped in mid-flight, faltered and then rose above the table where it came to rest with a gentle clank of the china plate hitting the wood.
"Excellent!" He gave her shoulder a tight squeeze. "Only very powerful witch can do wandless magic, Siobhan," he told her proudly.
She smiled, her dark eyes twinkling, "Obviously, I have good genetics."
"I was thinking exactly the same thing!" He replied, giving her a slight smile.
"Oh no, are you two congratulating each other again!" Mary asked as she entered the kitchen.
No matter how many times Severus had seen her this fall, he was still in awe at her beauty. Her long, dark hair worn freely tonight was more beautiful than in his dreams.
"Mum, I just levitated the fruitcake to the table!" Her daughter replied gleefully. "Why don't I try the ham next?" She said turning to her father.
He looked at Mary's shocked face, "Perhaps we should try something that isn't your mothers Christmas dinner."
Hands on her hips, "Correct!" Mary chided. "Now I think you might be wanting this," she said to Siobhan holding up an envelope.
"Ahh! It's a letter from Danny!" Siobhan grabbed the envelop, and hurried for the kitchen door. "We'll try the ham later," she whispered mischievously in her father's ear before leaving.
There was an awkward silence as the two were left alone.
"I like your muggle clothes," Mary finally said.
He was wearing black trousers and a dark green oxford shirt, "This is some of what Siobhan picked out for me in Dublin."
Ever since learning he had a daughter, he regained a new spirit. His old hatred and self loathing seemed to fade away. She had asked him if they could keep in touch, as she was going away to university in Dublin in August. Of course he'd said yes, and their letter writing had not only allowed each to learn about the other, but it always began to form a special bond between them as well as providing mutual therapy.
In October, Siobhan, who was a chemistry major at Trinity, invited Severus to parents' week at school. For the first time ever, Snape took an absence from Hogwart's and with Mary, his wife, went to support his daughter. Siobhan had insisted on taking him muggle clothes shopping first and shortly their after, he understood why. She introduced him as her father, to everyone: friends, professors, her boyfriend. He's never in his life felt more proud than hearing, from such a beautiful, bright young woman, the words, "This is my father"; and being that man.
In the course of their relationship, he's learned that she had been using wandless magic to do a few things and she was very eager to learn more from him. Mary had given her blessing, and upon their visits, he taught her a few new useful charms. Mary liked to watch them work together and in developing a new relationship with his daughter; he slowly began to repair the old relationship with his wife.
"Well, it's very handsome outfit," she replied quickly, and blushed. Then turning, she began washing dishes.
They both knew he could easily charm the dishes to wash them selves, but he knew she didn't like doing things, as she called it, "the easy way." There was time he would have argued with her, scorned her for rejecting magic, but now, for some reason, he didn't care. It seemed too trivial a matter where she was concerned. He'd spoken about his relationship with Mary to Dumbledore. The old man just smiled, finally replying, "Love is a funny thing isn't it Severus." Was it love? Could he be falling in love with her again? What if he did, and she didn't love him back. Was trying worth the rejection?
"Thank you for invited me for Christmas, Mary," he answered, watching her from behind.
"Siobhan wanted it that way," Mary replied, hands deep in dishwater.
Severus stepped up beside her at the sink. He was so close that he could feel the warmth of body her womanly body, her sweet smell enveloping his senses. Trembling inside at he knew it was now or never, he took the opportunity. Plunging his hands into the water, he caught and stilled hers; blues eyes turned to meet him with anticipation.
"I was hoping that you might have wanted it that way," he said quietly, looking deeply into her eyes.
Mary shut her eyelids for a moment, looking within, she trembled, "I do." Then taking his hands in hers, she looked into his black eyes, which bore every emotion of his soul, "I want you back in my life."
Although his hands were wet, he lifted one to her cheek and slowly tilting her head upward, Severus Snape kissed his wife for the first time in eighteen years. With each moment, the kiss deepened, with friendship, understanding and love; until Mary's arms were wrapped around her husband, and his hands were tangled in her long hair.
"Mum, Dad!!" Siobhan yelled out in complete shock.
The two instantly broke away, and in unison, turned crimson.
Siobhan, smiling like a Cheshire cat, ran into the kitchen, and hugged them both, "This truly in the best Christmas ever!"
And for each, it truly was.
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St. Mungo's: Janis Thicky Ward
Gilderoy Lockheart's therapy had worked. His memory was back and at this moment he stood in front of two Ministry officials in handcuffs.
"Come on Lockheart, it's off to the Ministry jail to await trial." The first official said.
"Lucky for you really," the second little man said. "I know quite a few magical beings that'd like to get their paws on you." The two officials laughed in a crackled harmony.
Gilderoy said nothing as they lead him from his room, down the hallway of Janis Thickey ward, until he saw her.
"Wait!" He said emphatically.
"Gil?!" Luna ran up to him, her face twisted with questions.
"It's time for me to go, Ms. Lovegood," he said quietly, his old bravado lost.
"But do you remember everything? Really everything?" She pleaded with him to say no. She knew he wasn't a good man, but her soft heart didn't want to see him in Azkaban.
He smiled sadly, "I remember what counts."
Luna's eyes began to tear up.
"I want to thank you Ms. Lovegood, for not giving up on me and... and for the marriage."
"Cranky! You married this crazy bugger?" Blurted out an official, but the two ignored him.
"You could have just let me die, but you didn't." His forget-me-not blue eyes looked sincerely, into hers, "You were much better to me than I ever was to anyone."
He bit her trembling lip, and a tear rolled down her cheek.
"Please don't feel sorry for me," he tried to smile, but smiles weren't coming easy to him these days, "I'm getting what I deserve."
She wiped the tear away, "I know."
"Okay, time to break it up you two!" Grumbled an official, and yanked Lockheart away from the fair, young mediwitch.
He didn't need to be told twice; he turned from her, and began following his guards down the hall.
This time it was Luna's turn to cry out, "Wait!"
She ran up to the cuffed Lockheart and throwing her arms around him, she kissed him sincerely. Holding him, she whispered, "Merry Christmas, Gil."
Tears formed in his eyes for things that would never be. "Yes," he answered lowly, against her soft cheek, "Merry Christmas, Luna."
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The Weasley Christmas Party: That evening
Ron and Hermoine, Bill and Katie, Charlie and Angelina, Neville and Susan were all still married and all attending the Christmas party in high spirits. Fred, George and Mundangus were in the corner arguing, but thankfully for Molly, the twins had each sought a speedy annulment. Harry and Ginny too had annulled their marriage vows, but both had acted very strangely and very secretive ever since.
Molly, hands on her hips turned to Ron, "Where is Ginny?"
Hermoine laughed, "Have you check the coat closet?"
"Blimey! I never thought those two would be like this; my best mate and my little sister." Ron shook his head.
"But Hermoine, they've annulled their marriage vows," Molly answered, sipping from a cup of eggnog, "Surely they wouldn't be--"
"Molly, I think we've meddled in their relationship quite enough," Arthur added, coming up behind the trio. "Come let's get you another glass of that." Arthur winked to Hermoine and Ron.
Somewhere in the Weasley house, which was crowded with witches and wizards celebrating Christmas Eve, Ginny found a vacant coat closet.
"In here!" She whispered and pulled Harry in behind her.
"Alone," he sighed and sunk to the floor. Harry hated crowds, especially post killing Voldemort. They all wanted to hear the story from the Boy that Lived Again. It was an event he didn't like to talk about.
"That's right, alone," Ginny echoed, sinking to the floor besides him. "Alone in the coat closet," she turned to kneel in front of him, ran her hands lasciviously up his thighs, "Now what can I do to put you in a better mood?"
Already a slight smile was crossing his face, "Ginny, there are a million people in the house tonight."
"True," her eyes twinkled like a sprit, "But there are only two of us in the closet."
She pressed her self against his body, and they kissed; his lips eagerly returning her kiss. His arms ran from her hips, over her narrow waist, to her back, pressing her tighter against him as they kissed again and again.
And as they were kissing, a golden chain baring a small gold ring fell out of Ginny's blouse. As they parted from kissing, Harry fingered her wedding band, "When are you going to put this back on?"
"Harry, we've already spoken of this," she replied, stroking his swollen lips, "When you're done with training, then we'll marry for real."
He moved a rugged hand up her warm throat, and down against her heaving chest, "I don't think I can wait a year."
Then moving closer, she perched on his lap, wrapping her legs around the outside of his, her eyes were bore into him with lustful innuendo, "We don't have to wait for everything."
Every inch of his body was aroused by her insinuations, but somehow, through all his desire, he was able to regain mental control. "Ginny, neither of us were ready for this in August," he was referring to consummating their vows, "and now that we're not married, it's all we can do to keep ourselves apart."
"Right," Ginny replied, "then why don't we just not keep apart. We can think of it as a Christmas gift to ourselves!" She smiled and gave his a swift kiss.
He pulled her back lightly, "You know how I feel about this."
"I know, and I respect that." Ginny sunk back away from him; being this close was becoming physically painful. She knew that he was intent upon waiting until they were married to make love, and she did respect that, even though her body didn't bare the same feelings as her mind.
This time it was Harry who moved up her; closing the space between them, "Then marry me, Ginny. Marry me tomorrow. Marry me for Christmas!" He smiled, "Marry me because I love you and because I know you love me."
Ginny rolled her eyes, knowing it would be easier if they waited, but then again, this Harry, her Harry and it's very hard to say no to someone you love. "Fine, alright, I'll marry you tomorrow."
He pounced upon her and after kissing her hard, he asked playfully, "Now, where were we??"
"Harry Potter!" Ginny chided at his eagerness.
"Merry Christmas, Ginny!" He said, as his hands needfully ran down her sides.
"Christmas isn't until tomorrow." She replied properly.
His green eyes twinkled, as he lowered her to the floor of the closet, "Then think of this as an early present."
And they all lived happily ever after. The End.
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Ahhh, I love happy endings. I hope you do too! :) Lyra