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I stood on the balcony of my house, waiting to see if he was on his way home yet. My red hair blowing in the light breeze, I stood on tip-toe to see as far as I could. As my purple robes fluttered around my calves, I thought of what would happen once he got home. He was moving in with me. All his things had arrived, and he was going to be living in my house, sleeping in y bed. We are getting married in two months… so why wasn't I expecting him to bring up the question of him moving in once his lease ended? Yet here I am, nervous as a fish.
Why? Because of the whole part about the bed. I, Ginny Weasley, am a virgin. I may be twenty-four, but I'm a virgin. Yet he isn't. He told me that he lost it to that one girl from the time when we were broken up that he spent in Spain tracking down Voldemort. What was her name again? Catalina? I think that was it. So there you have it: I'm a nervous wreck.
I do love him though. He's just, him. Nothing else you can say. I've loved him since the first day I saw him, the day that Ron left for Hogwarts. A year later and I was seeing him on a regular basis, though I was a bit out of it then. Yet he still was my guardian angel, my knight in shining armor. All my life he has been that way, which was why he came all the way back from Spain to rescue me when I was captured by Lucius Malfoy.
As I craned my neck, leaning over the railing, I saw the figure of someone appear about twenty paces from the house. He had his back to me, but I knew immediately that it was him. Who else had that grace, that sense of perfection? As he turned around, his emerald green eyes found my chocolate ones, and my heart leapt. Good God, he was there.
I raced back inside and down the stairs to open the door for him, as I had locked it in case of a Death Eater raid. Yet as landed on the floor hold I found that he had apparated through the door, and was waiting for me just inside.
"Ginny…" he said, looking me over. "Wow… um…" he said, staring at the purple dress robes that held tight against me with stretchy material until the skirt, where it turned to violet satin.
"Welcome home, Harry." I said, placing myself into his arms and reaching up for his neck, my lips pressing against his. Slowly but surely, his tounge worked it's way into my mouth.
"Mm…" I moaned as he led me upstairs and into the bedroom.