AN: Alright, well, I've been fighting with myself for ages now, not sure whether i should post this or not...This is a story about Harry and Ginny a couple years after they've been married. THis is the sequel to All you need is love, but seriously, you don't have to have read that. Well here you go and please tell me what you think.

Disclaimer: Harry Potter is JKRowlings. I've just borrowed the characters for awhile.

Warning: umm this first chapter is rated T for a reason. Also this is MAJOR FLUFF! don't say i didn't warn you... :o)

It was almost midnight when Harry slowly walked up the path and through the front gate, the wet ground crunching under his feet. He had a bag slung over one shoulder and held his wand in the other hand. When he reached the front door, he turned the handle and frowned. It hadn't been locked. Stepping inside, he closed the door behind him and tapped it with his wand, before turning towards the stairs. All lamps had been extinguished in the front hall, and the house was quiet and dark. Harry wasn't surprised; it was very late and he hadn't expected anyone to wait up.

He wearily made his way up the stairs. It'd been a long week. Quidditch season had begun, and he'd been travelling with his team, the Tornadoes, for the past seven days. Three broken jaws, four black eyes, a cracked rib, a dislocated knee, and two singed eyebrows later, Harry was back home. Everyday he silently thanked the miracle that was healing magic. Without it, he'd be a very sore sight indeed… especially with the four black eyes.

Pushing open the first door on his left, Harry dropped his bag outside the room and walked in. A large crib sat in the middle of the floor, a mobile above it, playing soft music. Harry walked over to the crib and gazed down at the small boy lying there. He wasn't asleep. Instead he was sucking on one of his toes and cooing gently to himself. Harry smiled then reached down and picked up the small boy, who squealed and chuckled.

"What are you doing awake, huh?" Harry asked, jiggling the child up and down.

The baby just laughed and tried to grab his father's glasses, but Harry pulled his face out of reach. Much experience had taught him this trick. Harry rested his son's head against his shoulder and gently rocked him back and forth, until the young chilled yawned and his eyes drooped.

Gently laying him back down, Harry left the room and was about to enter the second when he saw a large handmade sign on it: NO BOYS ALLOWED! Harry grinned and rummaged through his bag until he found the present he'd bought for his daughter. He laid it down in front of the door, picked up his bag and turned to the last room on the second landing: the room he'd been dreaming about all week.

Harry went in and dropped his bag down again. The large bed was bathed in golden moonlight where his wife lay curled up, her long red hair spread out around her. Harry closed the door gently, and resisted the strong temptation to yell out, "Honey, I'm home!" at the top of his voice. That would mean sleeping on the couch and after all, he'd been dreaming of his own bed the whole time he was away.

Pulling off his clothes, Harry got under the covers and wrapped his arms gently around her, pulling her closer to him, so her back was pressed against his chest. Ginny sighed and turned in her sleep so her face was towards him and she snaked her arm around his waist.

Grinning to himself, wondering how much it would take for her to actually wake up, he kissed her forehead and softly kneaded her back with his hand. Her eyes fluttered open.

It took a moment for her to register who the man lying next to her was, but that's all it took. She smiled broadly and placed her hands on the back of his neck, pulling his head down to hers so she could kiss him. At first, their lips gently grazed each other, but then the kiss deepened. Harry pulled her over so she was now lying on top of him and gently stroked her back as her fingers buried themselves in his thick hair. Then she broke the kiss, pulled back and gave him a funny look.

"What happened to your eyebrows?"

Harry laughed and stroked her face gently. "We were playing the Thornton Thestrals, and I'd just caught the snitch. Their coach got so angry he whipped out his wand and threw a jet of fire at me."

Ginny's mouth fell open and she laughed too, tracing his scorched eyebrows with her thumbs. "Well I'm sure they'll grow back."

Harry gently pulled her chin closer and kissed her softly again, savouring her taste and the feel of her lips on his. Ginny trembled as she kissed him back, the feeling so intense, she didn't want to even think of stopping. She let out a soft whimper and pressed closer against him, if that was even possible. Harry gently rolled her over so he lay on top and pushed her hair back from her damp forehead. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was already ragged.

"Don't stop," she whispered, her dark brown eyes opening once again and gazing deeply into his own. Harry smiled playfully and slowly kissed his way down her neck and along her collarbone, his hands grazing her stomach and then running up her sides and gently tracing the curves of her breasts with his thumbs. Ginny's hands dropped from his head and traced along his strong shoulders and Quidditch-toned arms.

Then he placed a hand between her legs and gently pushed them apart. He paused for a moment, moaning quietly as Ginny kissed his neck, her hands roaming until they rested on the small of his back and pulled him closer. Harry took her face in one hand, and ran his thumb across her cheek.

And then gently, yet firmly, he pushed himself into her. Ginny gasped and her fingers dug into his back, her chest heaving. Harry let out a small moan as well, as they started to move slowly, rhythmically. As Ginny's hands pulled him closer to her, he gently pushed her legs upwards and they both shuddered and gasped.

"I love you," Ginny murmured in between her heavy breathing, and then, she was forced to bite gently on Harry's shoulder to stop herself from crying out as Harry whimpered too. They were so close to the edge, almost tipping over when suddenly…

"Mummy?"

Righto...well please review, i would really like to know what you all think because i'm not so sure about this story. Thanks for reading!