I'll warn you again: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SMUT. Nothing serious and horribly discriptive, but a scene between two consenting adolescents who are very much in love, nontheless. If you are easily squicked, bug out now. Come back for tomorrow's installment. All you need to know is that Harry and his dear redheaded girlfriend get it on. End of chapter for you. For the rest of you, read on.

Mmkay?

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Chapter 4 - Keeping

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Harry put a finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his.

"You are so beautiful," he mumbled, before pressing his lips softly against his girlfriend's, pulling her over to sit on his lap. She licked his lips, begging for entrance, and their tongues swirled in a timeless dance. Harry would have been more than content with a good makeout session for the evening, but Ginny had other ideas. She slowly ground her hips against his, eliciting an unintelligible vocal response from him. Pulling back from their kiss, she looked Harry square in the eye.

"Harry, love. Will you respect me in the morning?" The twinkle in her eyes let him know this was all in fun.

"When have I not?" He smirked.

"True." She playfully kissed his nose, then made her way back down to his lips, kissing him with more enthusiasm than before. She slid her hands up his sides under his wooly jumper, then slowly raked her nails back down, before scooping it into her hands. She pulled it over his head, only breaking the kiss momentarily.

"Well if that's where this is going, Circumage Hostis." He swished his wand a few times in the general direction of the door and the staircase.

"What was that for?"

"If anyone tries to come into the room, they'll be distracted. Same thing they used on the Quidditch World Cup stadium a few years back to keep muggles from finding it. Bagman taught me. It's one of the variations of the Confundus charm."

"Aww, and I wanted an audience." She frowned her best puppy face at her boyfriend.

"Goof." He kept his answer sort and sweet, kissed her forehead, and leaned back into the couch, as Ginny had already resumed her gentle attentions on his chest.

"Quidditch has done you a world of good." She trailed kisses down his slightly muscled chest, giving each nipple the attention it was due. Swiftly, she undid his pants and he wriggled his way out of them in a less-than-romantic manner. Ginny giggled. Harry freed her from her pink hoodie jacket and pulled her baby blue "I Heart Seekers" Puddlemere United t-shirt over her head, leaving her hair a tousled mess. He promptly smoothed it back down with the palms of his hands, kissing her forehead gently.

The rest of their clothes were quickly doffed in a heated frenzy. Harry gazed at every curve of Ginny's body as if it were the first time he was seeing her in the nude. Which he very nearly was. It had been a mere three weeks ago, after the Valentine's Day feast, when Harry Potter and Ginny Weasley had given their virginities to one another. Making love was still very awkward territory to the both of them, but they were so deeply in love.

Harry hovered above her on the couch in the Gryffindor common room, gazing deeply into her eyes.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of this."

"Well I'm going to get tired if you don't get on with it, Harry James Potter. I'm beyond ready for you." Ginny giggled sheepishly, smiled at him, wrapped an arm around the back of his neck, and pulled him down into a hungry kiss. She ended the kiss, but didn't let him pull back.

"I love you so much, Harry."

"I love you too, Ginny."

She wrapped a leg around his hips and slowly guided him forward. Wrapping a hand around him, she guided him to herself, slowly allowing him entrance. Ginny's eyes fluttered shut as a small sigh escaped her lips. Harry studied her face. She was even more beautiful when they were making love.

Since the moment he came across her unconscious form in the Chamber of Secrets, Harry had secretly wondered what she would look like while in the throes of passion. Right now, her eyes were shut tight, her face shrouded in a look of utter concentration. He lowered his face and nipped gently at her neck, being careful not to leave marks. Ron would have killed him. Harry was so immensely turned on by the way her shapely breasts moved under his chest as he thrust into her. Every aspect of making love to Ginny Weasley was such a turn on, such a fascination. He gently ran his tongue over a nipple. A sweet moan escaped her lips. He couldn't hold off any longer, no matter how hard he tried. Waves of pleasure washed over him as he found his release. He rested his forehead on her shoulder for a moment, then looked into Ginny's eyes, blushing furiously. Ginny just smirked at him. She knew very well that he was still quite inexperienced, as was she, so she couldn't really blame him for what had just happened.

"I'm terribly sorry, Ginny."

"Harry…"

"I mean, I just…"

"Harry." She pressed a finger to his lips until he stopped talking, then replaced her finger with her lips. "Harry," she mumbled against them in a low and sultry voice, "don't apologize. Just make up for it, you deliciously well-hung sex god, you."

"Keep talking like that and it'll happen again, you vixen."

She entwined her fingers in his hair and gently guided him downward. He promptly took the hint and filled the space where he had just been with two of his fingers. Ginny sighed contently. No matter how young and inexperienced they were, the two of them were learning from each other quickly.

He withdrew his fingers, flickering his tongue across her entrance, then thrusting it in gently. He could taste himself, and was slightly repulsed. Next time he felt like he'd finish too early, he'd think of that taste. Maybe then, he'd hold off for a few minutes longer. Disgusting.

He ran his tongue back up gently, wrapping his lips around her most sensitive flesh, putting his fingers back where his tongue had just been, and massaged her from the inside. Butterflies flew through her insides, as she slowly came undone for him. All rational thought had long since drifted from her mind as she clamped down around him, and released every ounce of love she had for Harry in the form of deep, breathy moans. When her orgasm subsided, Harry crept back up to lie beside her on the couch and wrapped himself around her still-trembling, slightly sweaty form.

"Harry, you are absolutely remarkable." She kissed his jaw tenderly, and after a few minutes of basking in the afterglow, pried herself out of his embrace.

She stood up, picked up her cloak, and wrapping it around herself, offered him a hand.

"We really should get back to our beds. If McGonagall decides to do a bed check tonight, it'll be the death of us."

Harry stood, picked up his and Ginny's clothing, and handed hers to her. She caught him in a passionate kiss at the bottom of the staircase, before making her way back up to her dorm. They would certainly sleep well tonight.