Title: More than Mrs. Potter

Author: Joy

A/N: Thanks for the reviews. I'm giving you a bit of smut. I promise you will get a full on sex scene in the future.

16. Lets talk about sex

Harry woke to the wonderful feeling of Ginny in his arms. This was his favorite part of the weekend. Ginny spent the night every Friday and Saturday. He loved waking up next to her. He loved that she was his with no pretense. He just loved her.

He traced his fingertips down her naked shoulder gently. She moved a little under the covers indicating she was waking. She however was not awake enough to realize that the sheet covering her torso had slipped down, exposing her breasts to Harry's hungry eyes. Desire rose up inside him...and outside as well.

"Morning luv," he murmured into her neck even as his fingertips now traced the underside of her breast.

"Morning hot-stuff," she muttered back.

"Hot-stuff, huh? I like that," Harry said even as he kissed down her chest ready to capture her right nipple between his lips.

"And I like that," she groaned as he sucked at her like a newborn baby. She wrapped her legs around his torso to pull him closer.

"Strong little thing, aren't you?" he teased.

"Should be. Quidditch and all that," she moaned in response to his attentions.

Harry loved tempting Ginny with his body. He loved how responsive she was too him. More than anything he loved the way his name would roll off her tongue over and over as he pleased her. It also helped to have her murmur to him her love and admiration.

Drawing himself up further, Harry kissed Ginny's lips as they rocked against each other. Feeling his sex slide along hers, getting wet from her excitement nearly did him in as Ginny climaxed. In frenzied moments when their bodies had lined up Harry had nearly pushed into her. It slightly disturbed him to know he could get so into the sensations he was experiencing that he might not take care to insure Ginny's comfort. Of course that thought flew from his head when Ginny stroked the head of his favorite appendage causing him to cover her hand with his seed.

Their morning seduction continued on as normal until they were both panting and sated. They had followed the twins and their girlfriends' advice to the letter. They satisfied each other in every way...other than intercourse. That morning was no different until Ginny started to talk.

"So I have been thinking," she said causally.

"About what my dear," he responded still nuzzling her neck. Ginny would never have to ask for cuddles because Harry naturally craved the physical affection.

"About us having sex. I want you to be my first... I think we're ready. What do you think?" Ginny stated out of nowhere.

Despite his earlier thoughts on the matter Harry had decided that until Ginny was at least wearing his engagement ring he would hold off pursuing that avenue. Unfortunately the way Ginny chose to approach the subject left a lot to be desired.

"Your first?" Harry questioned. "Are you kidding me?" he muttered sitting up and getting to his boxers.

Gin eyed him cautiously. "No...I'm not kidding," she said drawing the sheets up around her body.

Harry stared at her a moment, running through all the different things he could say at the moment and none of them were productive so he got dressed. "I need to take a walk," he stated not looking back at her.

Ginny stared at the space Harry had just been occupying and began to cry.

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Harry and Hermione had continued their promise to one another to help each other out when their beloved Weasleys didn't make sense to them. Even with all the stain of the last few months they had continued to be there for one another. Hermione knew Harry had asked Arthur for permission to marry Ginny. She also knew all about the visions Harry had about his future with Gin. Hermione may not agree with Harry wanting to marry Ginny as soon as humanly possible but she understood him and his heart.

Harry knew Hermione would be up at that early hour because she always was, Saturday or not. "Hermione…" he called running up behind her. "Hermione I need to talk to you."

"Sure Harry."

"Ginny wants to have sex."

Hermione blinked several times, "Excuse me."

"Please don't make me say it again," Harry groaned.

"I thought you'd be happy."

"Happy? This is torture. I've never felt this way before Mione. I've never felt the desire to make love to someone before. I'm a guy so seeing a hot girl does tend to think about sex. This is just so different."

"I don't understand. What's the problem?" Hermione asked.

Harry struggled a moment to collect his thoughts, "She wants to have sex. She wants to have the experience…its how we got together. She decided she wanted me to be her first kiss, so I was. This isn't an expression of her feelings toward me, no thoughts that we are going to continue to be together…This is sex, not making love. She wants to lose her virginity to me and not someone else. That generally implies she thinks there are going to be those who come after me. This just isn't what I want and for the life of me I can't think of a way to tell her that."

Hermione took in what she heard. "Let me do a little reconnaissance. This maybe a simply miscommunication okay?"

"Okay."

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"Ginny," Hermione called her friend who was playing with her hair nervously pacing about Harry's room. "What's wrong?" She could tell Ginny had been crying.

"Harry…we've been going great. I just…" Ginny paused, "Why are boys so confusing?"

Hermione saw her chance, "What happened…specifically?"

"It's kind of personal," the redhead hedged.

"Come on...This is me. I know you and I have been sort of distant but we were so close this summer," the head girl stated.

"We haven't really talked about sex in awhile, Mione. It's a little uncomfortable for me. You have disapproved of almost everything I have done this ye..."

Hermione rolled her eyes and cut her friend off. "Ron and I haven't had intercourse yet but really enjoy oral sex…there. Now we've talked about sex recently," she said flatly.

Ginny's eyes got big then nodded. "It's just…"

"Come on… I have Harry in a near panic over you earlier today. Just tell me your side please."

Ginny thought and started to vent. "He won't initiate hardly anything physical with me at all...before this summer. He takes over just fine and leads once I bring it up but he won't make the first move on anything major."

"That makes sense," Hermione commented.

"How?"

"Harry is very respectful. He would never want to worry he had forced you into something. If you initiate it then he knows what you want."

Ginny nodded, "Exactly my thinking...So we have been pretty much doing the same type of physical stuff for a while now. He and I are doing really well. He trusts me with Draco again. Harry and Draco are starting to actually get along. I am doing well in my classes. So I felt like this was an okay time to bring up us having sex…wanting to be with him first."

Hermione held up her hands, "Stop right there… so you want to be with someone else down the road?"

"What?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"You just said you wanted him as your first. That kind of implies there will be a second guy, Gin."

"Hadn't thought of that," the redhead muttered in a panic.

"Well Harry thought of it," Hermione contended. "Imagine how it would feel if he looked at you and said, 'Gin I want you to be the first girl I marry.' Would that sound like he thought there would be another girl down the road."

"No wonder he got so upset," Ginny groaned thumping her head against the wall.

"Ginny… I don't think you realize but Harry is playing for keeps here. Once he admitted he loved you (out loud to your face) that was the biggest commitment he's made in his life. He loves Ron and me without a doubt, and while he'll always be there for us we can't compete with the commitment and connection he has with you."

"See that's the part I honestly don't get. He mentioned writing my father but then never brought it up again. It's almost as if now that he understands what's going on with Draco he doesn't feel so insecure anymore. Once that insecurity went away so did his need to be completely committed to me."

Hermione took a deep breath as well as a big risk, "You love Harry yes?" Ginny nodded. "Can you see a future with someone else? Can you see life going on if he weren't around?"

"I don't understand."

"Lets try this another way… If you knew for certain that you were destined to be with Harry would that freak you out because of how old you are or would you give yourself to him with great abandon?" Hermione asked plainly.

Ginny thought a moment, "My parents got married right after leaving school and had Bill right after that…they weren't even twenty yet."

"So…"

"I guess it doesn't bother me if that's what you're asking."

Hermione looked her friend over, "But would you feel like you had a choice or would you come to resent the fact that you knew your destiny and therefore didn't get a chance to exercise your free will."

Ginny started to consider what was being said to her. Does Harry know something I don't? Does he fear I would abandon him? By evidence in the basement of the tower that seemed likely. Did he see me leave him in the future?

"When did Harry see the future?" Ginny asked softly.

"Several months ago...the end of last year. Around the time he ran from you," Hermione stated honestly.

"What caused it?" the redhead asked.

"You kissed his scar."

"I see." Ginny started to leave the room.

"Where are you off to?" Hermione asked already knowing the answer.

"To find my future husband," she said matter-of-factly.

Hermione just smiled.

TBC...

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