Suddenly, Harry and Ginny appeared in a beautiful suite. Ginny gasped as she looked around the room.
"Harry, this is amazing. I can't believe we'll be here for two whole weeks, just the two of us".
"Two weeks isn't long enough luv, whispered Harry into Ginny's ear as he brought her closer to him. He then leaned down to kiss her.
Harry knew he was learning something very important here. And that was, kissing Ginny was mind blowing. It was something he hoped to do very often for the rest of his life.
They broke apart reluctantly and Ginny smiled up at Harry.
"Let me go change and we can continue where we left off, ok." Ginny's eyes had taken on a smoky color as had Harry's.
"Just hurry, before you kill me", smiled Harry.
Ginny grabbed a small bag that was laying on the floor by the door and went into the bathroom.
This gave Harry time to reflect.
Harry couldn't believe that he and Ginny Weasley were married. But, what shocked him more was how natural it felt. When he held her or kissed her, he actually felt complete.
'I have been an idiot", exclaimed Harry to no one but himself.
All Harry could think about was how Ginny had always been there. And he never saw what was in front of him. He was very thankful for the Weaver. Without the Weaver he may have never really noticed Ginny.
Harry had to sit down with that thought. It made him sick. When he got back to the present, he would make sure he paid attention to Ginny. He had to make sure this future happened.
Harry wiped away all negative thoughts and concentrated on where he was. Then he felt sick again. He was about to make love to Ginny. Then he smiled, I'm about to make love to Ginny.
Harry took in the sight of the suite around him. He was glad he had taste in the future. The room was fantastic. The bed was huge. It was surrounded by candles. In the corner there was a large fire in the fireplace. The ceiling reminded Harry of the Great Hall at Hogwarts. The sky portrayed a clear night with thousands of stars lighting the sky.
Harry took off his coat and laid it on a chair. As he was walking toward the bed, the bathroom door opened and Ginny stepped out. Harry stopped in mid stride when his eyes fell on her.
She was wearing a white shear gown that clung to every curve seductively. Harry drew in a deep breathe. He knew he was lost.
Ginny smiled and walked to Harry.
For a split second he didn't move. Then he came at her with a force that knocked the breath clear out of her. One minute she was standing, and the next he had her gathered in his arms and she was flat on her back, on the bed, with Harry on top of her.
But the most amazing thing was he was kissing her. Really kissing her, in the deep, dark way. He was kissing her with his entire body- with his hands, which had already found the side slit of her gown and were wrapped around the warm curve of her thigh- with his hips, which pressed intimately against hers - and with his heart that she could feel beating against her breast.
"Don't stop," Ginny moaned. "Don't ever stop."
"I couldn't if I wanted to, " he replied, touching her ear with his tongue. "And I don't want to."
"Oh good, " Her head rolled back and his mouth moved from her ear to her throat.
"This dress, " he groaned, unable to speak in complete sentences. "Don't ever lose it."
She smiled. 'You like it?"
He answered by pulling open the bows at her hips. "It should be illegal."
"I can get one in every color." she teased.
His hands grasped her ribcage and slide upward till his fingers were pressing into the underside of her breast. "Do it. Send me the bill. Or better yet, I'll pay in advance."
He then took her face in his hands and gazed at her for a long moment. Then, with agonizing slowness, he lowered his lips to hers for a kiss more tender than anything she could have ever dreamed.
"Ah Ginny," he sighed against her mouth. "I love you"
"I love you too" she whispered.
"Mmmmmm." He moved to her neck, nuzzling her throat with his face. His hands slid underneath her gown, trailing fire along her already hot skin. She felt his touch on her hips, her stomach, her breasts - he seemed to be everywhere, and still she wanted more.
She fumbled with the buttons of his shirt, wanting to feel his skin.
"Here, let me," he whispered. He lifted himself off the bed and slowly took off his shirt, then his hands moved to his belt. He noticed Ginny watching every move he made. His cock was extremely hard, and as he watched Ginny's tongue dart out of her mouth and moisten her lips he thought he would come right then and there.
He unbuckled his pants and let them drop to the floor and he kicked them aside. He was about to get back into the bed when Ginny halted him.
"No, I want to see you", she whispered.
Harry swallowed hard but smiled and stood back up and slowly eased his boxers over his hips. He watched the play of emotions run across Ginny's face as he did this. He saw shock, fear and finally desire play across her face.
Harry smiled and said. "Are you quite finished drooling over me?"
Ginny looked up at him and said, "Are you sure that is going to fit?"
Harry laughed outright and climbed back into the bed and gathered her to him.
"I promise there won't be a problem. You are made for me Ginny. We will fit perfect together."
She felt his hands on her, lifting her up, and then the gown slid over her head and landed in a pool of silk on the floor. Ginny no longer felt naked, she was naked and it seemed to the most natural thing in the world.
He kissed her again, his mouth hot on hers. And while he distracted her with his mouth, his hands stole down the soft skin of her stomach to the patch of curls that was at her center. She stiffened then relaxed under his gentle caress. At first, he made no move to touch her deeper, just stroked her as he moved his mouth along the side of her face.
His other hand moved to her breast, squeezing its fullness before running his finger over her aroused nipple. Ginny breathing was becoming very rapid and her eyes were closed tightly.
He then moved one finger into the hot folds at her center and began to stroke.
Ginny gasped, then forgot how to breathe. She then let out a loud, "Oh!",that caused Harry to chuckle and slide his finger in deeper, touching her in the most intimate of ways.
"Oh merlin Harry, don't ever stop" exclaimed Ginny as she arched her back.
With the tip of his tongue he touched one swollen, straining nipple.
Her breath tumbled out in a rush. Her nails dug into the hard flesh of his shoulders.
He then sucked the whole of her nipple into his mouth. Pulling strongly, his mouth hot while he suckled on the first one and then the other, until she whimpered.
He pulled away from her for a moment.
"If you don't continue I'll scream", frowned Ginny.
Harry chuckled. "You'll scream anyway."
She frowned again and noticed his lips twitch.
"With pleasure."
Then a shivering cry escaped her lips as he burrowed a finger deep into her.
Her body trembled with arousal. With his thumb he circled her secret pleasure button. He sank another finger deep within her to stretch her so she would be able to hold him. Sweat beaded on Harry's upper lip as he fought to keep himself under control. Because, sweet Merlin, all he wanted to do was bury his cock so deep within her and never come out again.
He ached with the need to exchange his finger for his cock.
He pressed the nub of desire, rubbing and circling, pleasuring until her head rose from the pillow and she moaned his name.
He tore his mouth from hers and stared down at her. Her eyes opened, dazed and smoky. She clutched him to her. "Please,' she gasped, "Oh, Harry, please." Her thighs parted, opening wide.
With one hand he guided himself inside her, his control almost gone. He gasped, the head of his cock probing thru hot, wet curls. Oh Merlin, he could barely breathe. He nudged the opening and felt her wet passage stretch to accept him..
He then felt her virgin barrier. Just knowing that he was the first, that no other man had touched her like this, sent a raw, primitive rush shooting through his veins.
His eyes squeezed shut, Blindly he thrust....
Her heard her cry out and knew she tried to cover it but he despised himself for hurting her.
His gaze slid to where their bodies met. It was a sight so erotic his mouth went dry. Merlin, and she'd taken but half his length.
How could he stop? How could he not?
Though every instinct told him to thrust deeper he froze, afraid to move.
"Harry," her breath rushed by his ear. "Harry, what's wrong?"
"I hurt you."
"You didn't", she said.
"Yes, I did. Oh, Ginny I want you so bad but I don't want to cause you pain. Your so tiny," he whispered, "and I'm so..."
"Harry, I'm fine, I knew it would hurt at first. So shut up and do it so I can scream with pleasure, like you promised."
Harry's face broke out in a smile, his lips hovered over hers. His lips swooped down on hers in a passionate kiss as he plunged forward, a powerful lunge that took him all the way to the hilt. Her flesh was hot and melted around his hardness; it was impossible to tell where his body ended and hers began.
His mouth traveled down her neck as he waited a moment for her to get used to his length.
Then his mouth took her again. Passion soared. Again and again he slammed inside her, yielding to the white hot need that consumed them both.
Her back arched. Her hips sought his, their bodies in perfect union. Her nails scraped his back. Her head tossed from side to side on the pillow, then all at once she screamed and went rigid, convulsing tight around his hot cock.
Her spasms fueled his own. Spinning toward the edge, he drove inside her one last time. A shudder wracked his body. He groaned into the side of her neck, for nothing could have prepared him for this. He came, spurting his seed again and again, hot like fire into her.
It was the most powerful, intense orgasm he'd ever experienced. (In my story, Harry already has had sex.)
He had to wait a very long time before he could gather enough strength to roll to his side. Cradling her against him, he bent his head and kissed her mouth, with long, lingering sweetness.
All the while she was smiling.
Harry took a lock of her fiery red hair in his fingers, and began to twirl it around his finger.
"Gin, that was beyond perfect. I can't believe my luck to have you as my wife." Exclaimed Harry, as he kissed the tip of her nose.
Suddenly, Harry felt dizzy again. He knew he was being thrown into another scene.