Disclaimer: Yo, I only own part of the plot in this story and all the characters' children. But the credit for creating this wonderful universe of Harry Potter goes to the magnifiscent and brillianr JK Rowling! Brava, brava!... Okay I'm so sorry, but it is so late.

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A/N: This is my second ever fic here so tell me what you think! Also this fic is AU and will be rated M in some chapters, so look out!

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"Now, are you nervous?" asked Harry, sincerely concerned for her comfort.

"Why?"

"Well, because, I, er want to..." he was at a loss for words.

"Make love? Shag?" Ginny spoke up, clearly oblivious. Of course she was being cynical.

But Harry looked at her in a serious way. A way that said, 'of course'. But instesd, he said, "Actually, Gin, I prefer to make love. This caught Ginny off guard. She was just being sarchastic, but, Harry was serious. But then again, she had always wondered what it was like to be with Harry. Intimately, that is...


Chapter Two, Part Two of Reflectons:

At the thought that she and Harry were about to make love, Ginny kissed Harry. Hard. His hands explored her body; outlining and mapping every curve she had, and he memorized Ginny. Their tongues danced in a fierce tango, thrashing wildly against the other's. Ginny moaned and arched her body against Harry, who was taking too long with discarding her clothes.

"Please..." she pleaded. And Harry fumbled with her robes, hurrying to get them as far away from her body that was possible. Which he did quite quickly. He unbottoned her white blouse, and it fell to the floor. He heared Ginny take a sharp breath as he undid the clasps of her blue lace bra, reveiling a small chest and erect nipples. Oh God, Ginny thought. This is really it. She reached for Harry's robes and then his shirt, and she caressed his bare chaest with soft, loving, fingers.

"Come on, " he said tenderly in Ginny's ear, pulling at her mini skirt, while she unzipped and slid off his slacks. Next his boxers. This is really it, she thought once more, as Harry pulled off matching panties. "Are you ready?" he asked, trying to catch Ginny's gaze. Once he did, Ginny smiled and nodded. She closed her eyes and held her breath as Harry cast the contraceptive charm near her lower abdomen. They each let out their breath, ready for the blow, right before they both experienced the best pain and pleasure ever.

"Oh, God!" gasped Ginny as Harry finally pushed into her. "Oh!" The pain was agony beyond belief. Ripping flesh between Ginny's thighs caused cool blood to trickle down her thighs, legs and finally stop at her ankles. She tightened her eyes shut as she tried not to cry. But she let a tear escape, and Harry saw and asked if he hurt her. When she shook her head to indicate, 'no', Harry's slow and tender movements progressed to quick thrusts and Ginny's yelps of pain turned to satsfied wimpers and moans of pleasure. And the pain was replaced with an unbearable pleasure.

God, Ginny loved Harry more than anything in their blissful moments of their first times. "I love you," she whispered lovingly in his ears as he worked over her. And she meant it, too. And Harry said it back as well in between his violent thrusts. "God, Harry! I love you so much!" Ginny laughed as Harry kissed her neck, chest, lips... all of her, and nipped at her ears, whispering delightful things into them. "Oh God! Harry!" She chanted his name over and over until at last, they both simultaniously reached their peaks, Harry went soft, and then they lay on the cold stone base of the shed.

"I love you, Gin," Harry said, squeezing her hand to indicate that what he said was true.

But Ginny did not reply. Instead what Harry heard were her restrained sobs.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"N-nothing!" she squealed. She turned to her side, facing Harry. Her face was flushed and wet with salty tears. "I-I just love you, t-too!" She hugged Harry tightly and he couldn't help but smile at the realization that he had someone who actually loved him. In a romantic way, of course.

"I want to be with you forever, Harry. Never leave me," Ginny whispered after a long silence.

End Flashback

So that was how both Harry and Ginny lost their virginities to each other: in a broom shed during the sunset one hot August night. How romantic, Ginny thought. Except for the broom shed part.

"How've you been, Gin? It's been so long!" said Harry upon seeing Ginny enter her old home.

"I've been great. I got married. And this--" she held out Maeve, and kissed her cheek, indicating who she was referring to--"is my wonderful daughter, Maeve." Harry took in Maeve's appearence before complimenting in her beauty. "Thank you Harry. You are very kind."

"So," he asked, "who's your husband?" He was evidently oblivious to the blonde Slytherin talking to Mrs. Weasley.

She cleared her throat and said, "Draco Malfoy."

And, upon hearing his name, Draco looked up from his conversation with his mother in law, to see that Potter talking with his beloved Ginevra. He strode over to where they stood and as he walked, his sharp mind ascessed how to best irritate old Potter. He remembered in their sixth year that Harry and Ginny were an item, so he decided to sweep Ginny off of her feet liked she loved so much. Add a pinch to her bum for good measure.

First, he had made sure that she had set down their beautiful child, and then he swept Ginny up in his arms. His powerful lips closed down on her soft ones, his tongue flicking hers like the snake he was. His hands slid slowly to her back closing over her plump behind. Ginny came out of the kiss gasping for air, feeling his groin expand beneath his robes.

"Potter," Draco snarled, bringing Ginny to her feet.

"Malfoy," Harry spat and nodded. He gazed at Ginny, hurt in his eyes but also a strong lust... or was it love? "I didn't know that you were interested in her," he said.

"Yeah, well, maybe you just left at the wrong time," said Draco, standing straighter. Ginny, sensing an argument coming on put a hand on Draco's chest to try and calm him. But Harry broke the argument himslf.

"The real reason that I am here is so that you can meet my... fiancee...Anita!"

"Coming babe!" And soon enough a young witch came striding into the kitchen and sat on Harry's lap. Even though she hated to admit it, Ginny thought that she the witch was beautiful. Anita had long brown hair with amberish-hazel eyes. Her full blouse was a cream color and she wore a green Spanish skirt. Well no wonder. She was spanish! She wore black stilletto pumps and dark green robes. The only thing was that a diamond ring was not present on her left hand.

"Anita, this is Ginny Weasley--er I mean--Malfoy. And this is her husband, Draco Malfoy, and their daughter, Maeve Malfoy," Harry introduced.

"Hi! It's so nice to finally meet you. Harry never told me that you had gone and married a Malfoy!"

"Well, he never did come to our wedding when I had invited him," Ginny said glaring at Harry.

Then Anita turned to Harry and said, "I was just with Fleur and she was showing me a special sale in the Daily Prophet's fashion section that Madame Malkin was selling ten robes for five sickles! Isn't that great? She wants me to go shopping with her to by her children some robes and cloaks for their Hogwarts uniforms!"

"That's good!" Harry said bordedly. Then he turned to the three Malfoys. "It's been nice seeing you again, Gin," he said with love in his voice. "I'll see you two around?"

Ginny nodded while Draco ignored him. Ginny let a sigh escape her lips before taking Draco's hand and carrying Maeve to the kitchen where Arthur Weasley was talking to his wife.

"Pa Pa!" exclaimed Maeve jumping out of her mother's arms, practically, and charging at her grandfather and hugging him around the knees.

"How are you Bear Bear?"

"I'm gweat!"

"Good, and you Ginny?"

"I'm good Dad. How're you?"

"I'm well, I'm well! And you Draco?"

Draco felt rather apprehensive about talking to the now bald man. "I'm good," he said and nodded curtly. Mr. Weasley returned the nod just as hatefully.

"So, um, Da?" asked Ginny. "Could you and Mum watch Maeve for us?"

"Sure!" came in Molly Weasley, who was now balancing Maeve on her arm. "We'd be more than pleased to!"

"Thanks." Ginny gave her parents both pecks on their cheeks and hugs before grabbing Draco's arm and tugging him all the way out to the orchard. There, they met Fleur Weasley, with Bill holding her left hand, and in her right, the fashion section of the Daily Prophet. And she asked.

"Vare eez zat 'Nita, eh? I saw her talking to you two. Do you 'appen to know vare eet eez zat she vent off to?"

"Er... she's with her fiancee, Potter." said Draco, once again sounding quite bored and drained.

Fleur looked at him a little frazzled. "Zay are not ingaged..."

Bill looked at Ginny to see her eyes bulge, knowing what she was feeling. Ginny only ever trusted Bill and Charlie out of all her other brothers with her secrets. And one was that she was not as in love with Draco as she seemed to be. But she was still in love with Harry. And Bill knew through Ron that Harry still loved her. Bill spoke up.

"I know where they are, love." he said smoothly. Then he strode over to where Ginny stood.

"Vare?" asked Fleur interested, eyes wide.

"They're in the family room with Leisel and the other children."

"Who's Leisel?" asked Ginny. Bill cleared his throat.

"Er, their, um, daughter. She's about a year younger than Maeve."

"Oooh, Draco, let's go and meet her!"

Draco just rolled his eyes uninterrestedly, and told her to go along without him. Ginny delightedly gave him a kiss in the cheek, and linked her arm through Bill's. He then escorted both Fleur and his sister to the family room where Maeve and Leisel were playing together. And then, Ginny recognized her. Leisel looked just like her mum: long brown hair, amberish-hazel eyes, caramel skin, and high cheekbones(though you couldn't quite see them)... She was beautiful.

Ginny walked over to Harry(Fleur to Anita, who was sitting beside Harry--so clingy!), and he was paying more attention to Maeve than his own daughter. She placed a hand on his shoulder after Fleur and Anita ran off somewhere, and lightly said, "She's beautful."

Harry was shaken from his reverie and turned to Ginny. "I'm sorry. Who?"

"Leisel... and Anita. I'm happy for you... But I didn't see a ring on Anita's finger and I know you can afford one."

"So?" said Harry irritated.

"So, why did you lie to me? We just reunited in ten years, Harry. and don't tell me that it's none of my business--"

"Well it isn't your business to mind, so mind your own, thank you."

"God, Harry!" she whispered. "You are so stubborn! Why don't you grow up! Okay? I know that it's my business because... because you're jealous, Harry. You're jealous of Draco and me. And you know what," she said, lowering her head so only Harru could hear her, "Draco's right. If you wanted me so bad, then you shouldn't've hurt me. You shouldn't've cheated on me with... Anita. I loved you so much! I gave you my virginity--"

"And I gave you mine!" Harry shot back.

"Well I didn't cheat on you. Remember? You cheated on me." Harry lowered his head in defeat. "And I know that you still love me. Harry, I can see it in your eyes... And between you and me--"

"Harry," Anita said softly. "Oh, hello Virginia," she directed toward Ginny.

"My name is Ginevra, but please call me Ginny... Allison," Ginny said with disgust at the last part of her correction. Harry shot her a glare. "Sorry," she mumbled under her breath. She knew that she was being childish, and that's one thing she hated the most, so she stopped and calmed herself. She actually tried to be civil with Anita, no matter how much she hated her.

"So, when was Leisel born? Bill told me that she was about a year younger than Maeve, here." Anita smiled and she was prettier than ever before.

"Oh! She was born on the twenty-first of May in two thousand-three." Harry smiled down at Leisel then kissed the top of her head. "And Maeve?" askd Anita, genuinely interrested.

"Oh um, the first of November in two thousand-two. She'll be seven in a few months' time."

Anita nodded and said, "You should come to dinner tomorrow, no? I would be delighted if our daughters became friends... They'll be in the same year at Hogwarts, I'm quite sure. Wouldn't that just be amazing?" she beamed.

"Sure, I'll go tell Draco now." Ginny stood up and shook Harry's and Anita's hands. "Well, it was nice to finally meet you, Anita, and it was great to see you again, Harry. I'll see you three tomorrow night then. I should bring Maeve, right?" Anita nodded. " I'll come by at... ?"

"Six p.m. would be great. Just floo to the Potter mansion," said Harry. Ginny gave both a hug for her final farewell to them, and scooped Maeve into her arms. She was more than ready to go home.

"By Virginia!"

"It's Ginny, Anita!" But Anita was gone. She hauled Maeve to the orchard, and told Draco she was ready to go home. He was extremely happy to hear this. He can't stand the Weasleys, or Potter and his girlfriend, or the mudblood. And all those Gryffindors were there, too. Not a single Slytherin except for himself. None! I mean, who was he suppose to talk to? Who?

"Of course," he agreed and the family of three once again apparated back to the Malfoy Manor.

"Oh, and Draco?" said Ginny as she and her husband crawled into bed that night. "Harry and Anita invited us and Maeve over for dinner tomorrw evening at six."

"We aren't going anywhere. You and Maeve can, but I refuse to go. I hate Potter, and his little girlfriend is annoying, Ginevra. I'm sorry, but you know that I despise Potter.

Ginny growled then huffed, "Fine. I'll go with Maeve and tell them how immature you are."

"Good night, Ginevra," Draco drawled, irritated and tired. She was silent for a while, disgusted in her husband's behavoir.

"Good night, Draco," she growled, then rolled on her side, pulling most of the covers with her.

A/N: Finally! Okay, I finally saw the trailer for GoF today (24/10/05) and I was practically reduced to tears. I mean, I've seen it before, on the computer, but it was actually on the television screen! YAY! Okay, so please review now that you've read this chapter, so I can update soon! Thanks!

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P.S.: You all should really read Dragon Tears by JazzieGeorgie. This story is so good! I am not even kidding! Plus I played sick today so I could stay home, so I've gotta go! REVIEW PLEASE! Thanks

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