The Meaning of Love

Chapter 4 Everyday of Forever

Christmas eve had finally arrived, and the entire extended family was present at the Burrow. Molly Weasley was busy cleaning the kitchen, or more like supervising as the pans were scrubbed by a floating wash rag, and fixing as to where all of the lot in the living room would be sleeping.

"Bill, Charlie, Fred and George in the twins' room," she muttered to herself. "And Angelina, Alicia, Penny and Fluer in Ginny's room," she continued, not noticing the pans dancing before her eyes. "Then Harry, Ron, Hermione and Ginny in Ron's room, OH STOP THAT!" Molly yelled impatiently and the pans returned to the sink to be dried. "Hmm, that probably is not the best of ideas...but we need Bill and Charlie's room for Sirius and his new wife..." she kept on babbling.

"Molly dear, what are you mumbling?" Arthur Weasley came into the kitchen.

"I'm trying to fix sleeping arrangements. Don't you think it's only proper for Sirius and Rose to have their own room?" Molly asked her husband.

"Yes of coarse. What's the problem?" Arthur asked.

"Well that would mean sticking Hermione and our daughter in with Harry and our son, because we know perfectly well that Percy will not lend his study," Molly replied in a huff, and with a wave of her wand the pans directed themselves to their proper resting places.

"Yes , your right. But as long as Hermione and Ron are there, we have nothing to worry about right?" Arthur asked his wife in a confident tone.

"I'm sure your right," Molly muttered. "Yes, yes, it will be fine," she said in a stronger tone, and went off to prepare the rooms.

"Ginny, come with me, I want to show you something," Harry whispered in her ear as they sat on the rug, visiting with everyone. "And grab a thick cloak, it might be a bit chilly," he finished, helping her up. "We'll be back in a while, I have something planned for part of her gift," Harry told his family as Ginny left the room.

"Okay, I'm ready Harry," Ginny shouted from the front door. "Hurry, I'm excited," she laughed as Harry wrapped his own cloak around his shoulders and opened the door for her.

Harry grabbed Ginny's hand and led her down the walk.

"Where are you taking me?" Ginny asked, with a mocked tone of suspicion.

"To the moon," Harry answered casually. They had reached the sidewalk and Harry turned them left towards the street corner, and the pair continued walking. Halfway to the corner Harry pulled Ginny to a stop.

"Is it here?" She asked excitedly, looking around.

"No," Harry replied. "But this is," and he kissed her lips tenderly, with a hint of hunger that she matched equally.

"Mm, best Christmas Eve present I've ever gotten," Ginny smiled at her boyfriend. That pair continued walking, and finally reached the corner.

"Close your eyes," Harry whispered, and Ginny silently obeyed. Harry lead her slowly around the corner, "Open,"

Ginny let out a huge gasp, and proceeded to fling herself into the arms of the sweetest man on earth.

There, in the middle of the street, sat a carriage, shiny and red, complete with a blanket and two mugs of hot coco.

"Do you like it Gin?" Harry asked her in a whisper.

"So much," Ginny replied, and lifted her head off of his shoulder to look into his sparkling emerald eyes.

Harry lead her to the carriage and helped her up. He climbed in after her, threw the fuzzy blanket over them, and snuggled up with his girlfriend. With a wave of his hand, the carriage began to move silently forward.

"Harry did you just..." Ginny began, but Harry stopped her with a finger to her lips, which was replaced a moment later by his own lips. Out of the corner of her eye she saw his hand wave again, and as his tongue parted her lips, large snowflakes began to fall.

Ginny broke the kiss and threw her head back to catch snowflakes on her tongue.

"This is perfect Harry, absolutely amazing," Ginny murmured as she gave him another hug.

"I'm glad you like it, Happy Christmas Even Gin,"

By the time Ginny and Harry made it back to the Burrow, everyone had retired to their bedrooms, though how many were asleep is quite unknown. The couple tiptoed up the many flights of stairs to reach the room they were sharing with Ron and Hermione. Ginny quietly turned the knob and entered the room to find it empty.

"I wonder where they went?" Harry voiced out loud as he shut the door behind him.

"Well what's this? It's a note..." Ginny said curiously. On top of the battered old desk that sat in front of the window, was a bit of parchment with Ron's handwriting.

Harry and Ginny,

Hermione and I have gone out for Christmas Eve, and will be returning early morning. Please speak of this to no one, they think we're all tucked in bed.

Good Yule,

Ron

"Ugh. I really don't want to think about what's going on," Ginny shuttered with the thought of her brother and Hermione doing...well, things that she didn't want to know about.

"Ha. Yeah but it looks like we've got the place all to ourselves doesn't it?" Harry asked mischievously as he slunk over to his bright eyes sweetie.

"Hmm, looks that way. Whatever will we do?" Ginny asked, her voice echoing innocence, while her burning eyes told a different story.

Harry didn't bother with a reply, he wrapped one arm around her lower back and used his other to tilt her chin so their hungry lips could meet.

A low, sultry moan escaped her mouth.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," Ginny whispered when they came up for air.

Harry seized her lips again, and led them slowly to his bed. At the present angle, Ginny was in the position to shove Harry back onto the bed, and climb on top of him.

Which she did.

"Mm, Gin, I like it when you take charge," Harry gasped with amusement.

"I've been waiting too long for this," Ginny replied, with a mixed tone of teasing and desperation.

"Too long for...wait, Gin...are you saying," Harry stumbled as he looked from his girlfriends swollen lips to her glowing eyes. They burned with so much passion he was positive that they look she gave him would be scorched into his memory forever.

"That's exactly what I'm saying, please Harry," Ginny whispered desperately. "I'm so positive, please,"

"Of coarse Ginny, of coarse," Harry replied. His mood changed to one of a gentle lover. He wanted to make this as perfect as possible for her.

The passion remained, but the wild hunger transformed into desperate love. Harry gently rolled on top of Ginny, and his hands delicately began to push up her thick winter sweater. Ginny closed her eyes, and gave into the sensation of Harry's mouth pressing against her skin, moving upwards, trailing his hands. As the sweater was at long last discarded, Ginny pulled on the bottom of Harry's shirt, and he sat up and let her soft little hands pull it off of him.

Harry resumed kissing Ginny's neck and slowly made his way up her jaw and to her waiting mouth, that always seemed to taste like perfectly ripe red cherries.

As Ginny returned Harry's passionate kisses, she ran her hands over his lean, strong chest and biceps. To her satisfaction, she felt him shudder with pleasure under her fingers.

"Harry, I...I need you, please, I need you," Ginny whispered as his lips found that spot on her neck right above her collar bone.

"You can have me Gin, you can always have me," Harry replied, and swept his mouth over her face, to lightly kiss each eyelid.

A moment later, all remaining articles of clothing were removed, and were replaced with a soft down comforter.

"Okay, relax Ginny, just relax, and trust me," Harry whispered to her softly in the dark. He was getting ready to move into her.

Ginny, clamping her eyes shut tighter and gripping his shoulders, willed her body to relax.

"Open your eyes Ginny,"

As she obeyed she at last felt him inside of her, moving ever so gently.

Harry's emerald eyes locked on her light honey gaze, and Ginny gasped.

"Harry, it's okay, I want you to be happy too," she whispered to him.

"I am happy Gin, just being with you," he whispered, but slowly and gently began to emphasize his movements.

Their bodies molded to one another, their breath became short, and their passion increased.

Ginny's soft moans and heavy breathing began to intensify, and much to her surprise, his did as well.

"I...I mustn't be too loud," Ginny voiced with difficulty, she was writhing with pleasure.

"It's okay, I put a strong silencing charm on the room, just enjoy it," Harry told her between breaths.

Ginny obeyed.

The lovers began to climax, began to lose themselves in the beautiful oblivion.

At the peak of all pleasure, the numbers on the digital clock Harry had brought with him changed, and caught his attention.

12:00AM

"Merry Christmas Gin," Harry whispered as the moment passed, and they took leave of the world, and slipped into slumber.

Only a couple of hours later Harry woke to Ginny's fingers lightly drifting through his shock of ebony hair.

"Hello beautiful," he whispered, taking in her bare shoulders, thick red-gold hair, and chapped ruby lips.

Ginny lay flat on her stomach, and moved her head to Harry's shoulder. His arms snaked around her and their eyelids grew heavy once more.

"Harry, I want you everyday of forever,"

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