Disclaimer: No money is being made or received for this work in her playground of characters.

Author's Note: I have sent this to Eliza for her okay, but she hasn't given it yet. Any mistakes are mine alone (damnit).

This chapter is rated ADULT for a reason. But oh my... the reasons are good ones...

Discussions, visits, and first times…

The teenagers had left the dining hall and regrouped in Harry's room. The members of the DA had flooed back to Hogwart's to wait for the Headmaster to return. Draco paced trying to understand why his parents were there. Madison was trying to come down from her anger. Ron and Hermione sat quietly watching the scene unfold around them. Harry joined Ginny in a corner to talk quietly.

Mason, being Mason, began to gently tap a fast tempo on the edge of the bed frame with his ever present drumsticks. The constant tapping allowed Madison to come back 'down' from her anger and indignation. His music was not just good, it was magical. He loved what he could do with his sticks; the tempo, which had started out in a fast pace, slowly reduced in speed and intensity, taking the room's occupant's attitudes with it. When he stopped, the group was almost whole again.

Draco wanted to leave and see his parents. Madison and Mason wanted to see their mother. Ron and Hermione wanted sleep. Harry and Ginny just wanted each other.

Dobby opened the door to Harry's room and asked Draco to join his parents. With a quick kiss, he left Madison standing alone. Another elf entered a few moments later and asked Madison and Mason to join their mother in the Hospital Wing.

Ron took that as his cue, picked up a sleepy Hermione, and took her back to his room; loving the feel of her in his arms. Once there, he laid her sleepy form on the bed, her eyes fluttered for a moment to look at him. He returned to the door to place a silencing charm on the room, and finished with sealing the doors and windows for the rest of the night. He then used the loo and put on his pajamas. When he joined her in bed, he found she had completely removed her outer clothing, left only with her undergarments on; she rolled to her back and looked up into the brown eyes of the man she loved. "Ron?" he gulped, "join me."

He removed his recently donned pajamas, leaving only his dark boxers on and joined the love of his life in a bed for the first time to discover her body completely. "Are you sure?" he asked tentatively after touching her bra for the first time.

"Yes. I want you. I want you to make love to me." It wasn't a request, it was a heart felt plea wish for Ron to be inside of her. As adults, with the prophecy fulfilled, they both wanted what they had denied themselves for so long.

He kissed her gently on the forehead, making his way down her face, whispering 'I love you' after each kiss. Across the still covered breasts, down her flat stomach to the top of her silk panties, he kissed her.

Pulling slightly to reveal a small patch of chestnut brown hair, he looked into her eyes once again. She nodded. Pulling the small strips of elastic down her hips, he kissed everywhere his hands touched her skin. He felt her shiver and saw the raised goose-bumps from his breath as he whispered how beautiful she was. He pulled the panties down further kissing around the neatly trimmed hair until they were around her thighs. He pulled a bit more and felt the elastic give way to reveal the perfectly swollen object of his desire.

He looked up into her eyes one final time before he drew her scent into him. His tongue knew what to do even if the rest of him questioned it. He fell in love with her again and again as the sweetness of her desire flooded his senses. With a small scream of his name, she climaxed and pulled his hair to bring him back to her.

He held her for a moment before realizing that she was pushing the elastic band of his boxers down his hips. He groaned and rose on his knees to give her more room. When she released his ever growing hardness, she gasp at his size, thanked Merlin and sat up enough to finish removing the shorts.

When she felt his hardness enter her for the first time, she was exactly where she should be. In the aftermath, she lay in his arms and allowed herself to feel a more secure net of safety than all the nights before combined; safe from the horrors of the past, safe in the knowledge that they were going to grow old together and have many children. He silently thanked God for the war ending. As he looked as the sleeping woman next to him, he added his gratitude for making it out alive to begin a life with her. He allowed himself one last gentle kiss on the top of her head before falling into a deep, restful sleep.

Ginny watched as his room cleared of friends and family. She followed Ron to the door and quietly closed it behind him; muttering a silencing charm, followed in quick succession with a charm to seal the door until morning. Sliding first out of her shoes and socks, leaving them by the door; she turned to Harry and walked slowly back to the bed. With the first few steps, she unbuttoned her shirt. Dropping it on the floor in her wake, she unbuttoned her jeans. With another step, she unzipped them. Then turned away from the gawking love of her life, and wiggled out of her jeans, sliding them down to reveal the red silk lace of her panties.

Harry watched as this goddess, that was his own, undressed before him. The candlelight flickered as she slowly removed the clothing that covered her perfect body. He became aware of the increased tightness of his own pants as he watched every detail of her movements. As she stepped back out of her jeans, she turned to look at Harry over her shoulder. He was speechless. He had never seen that much of her at one time. Her flat stomach, shaped by months of intense activity, moved as she did, drawing her closer to him.

He visibly shuddered when she reached up and removed the bun that her hair stayed in so often, letting her hair fall around her shoulders. He thought he would explode when she threw her head around letting the tight bun fall. Her hair was so long it reached to the top of her low silk panties. She moved like a cat as she approached him. The closer she came, the harder it was to find enough air in the room to breathe.

Like a slow motion Muggle movie, it seemed to take hours before she stood before him. His eyes at breast level, he stared unblinking at her red lace bra and could not force himself to move. Gently she placed her hands on his shoulders and pushed him on his back on the bed covers. Crawling up to straddle him, their eyes never moving from each other's gaze, she slowly and methodically unbuttoned his shirt.

He heard a small gasp as she saw his chest for the first time since the fight, the dark tendrils of the curse that hit him scaring his otherwise perfect chest. There was no hair to cover his dark erect nipples. She pushed the shirt to his shoulders and he raised just enough to let her pull it all the way up his long arms; his breaths increasing in tempo in an effort to maintain the dream that they were sharing.

She lightly kissed his mouth, moving slowly down his throat to his now bare chest. The gentleness of her kiss did not deny her need. Her tongue touching his body before each kiss and whisper of her sweet voice and breath, sending chills which went from the top of his head to his toes as she moved her way down his chest. He rose on his elbows to continue watching as he felt her unbuckle his belt and pants. When she began unzipping his jeans, he turned crimson and the erection she had caused now painfully wanting to be freed from the tightness of his pants. She slowly backed off of him, removing his pants until she was again standing by the bed.

When she dropped them to the floor, Ginny looked at the man before her. His green silk boxers that matched the color of his eyes were tented with his desire for her. She looked into his eyes as he reached one hand in invitation to rejoin him. She straddled his lap. He felt the wetness seeping through her panties onto his lap. Rising to hold her, he wrapped her in his arms and kissed her passionately. He stopped when he knew that if they continued that he could not turn back. As he reached to touch the long thin scar across her jaw line from the curse Voldemort had thrown at her days before, he took a deep breath.

Pulling away from her, looking deep in her eyes, he asked "Are you sure Gin?"

In response, she kissed him. Once again, he willed himself to stop and ask her, "Please tell me you're ready. I swear I'd wait forever. We don't have to do this. We can stop right now. But in a few more minutes, I…won't be able to."

Her eyes met his, her voice almost pleading "Harry, I love you. I want you. Please make love with me." Nodding, he leaned to meet her lips with his, crushing her with the intensity of his kiss. Groaning with pleasure, he kissed down her neck to her still covered breasts. Reaching behind her to open her bra, she laughed when he could not find the clasp. "It's in front," she whispered in his ear. He looked closer and saw the clasp. When he couldn't open it immediately, he held the clasp between his finger and thumb and whispered "alohamora". The bra clasp released to reveal the beautifully sculpted orbs. He kissed each, feeling the reaction of her body to his touches, hearing her moans as his mouth wrapped around one while his hand explored the other.

He kissed down her perfect abdomen, stopping to place attention at her navel. She wriggled under the ministrations of his tongue. His hands grasp the thin material of her panties and his tongue crept slowly and gently to the top of the material. He pulled and was pleased when the material gave way without effort to reveal the hairless wetness of the love they felt. He pulled the last of the barrier away from her and brought it to his nose. She watched as he drew in the scent of her desire.

He dropped the panties and placed his hand on the inside of her thigh, opening her legs to his sight. The revelations of the sight before him made it impossible to move for a moment. Perfection was the only word that could describe what Ginny was to him.

She moaned loudly when he kissed the inside of her right knee and up her thigh. She shuddered when he pulled to kiss her left knee and gently kissed the inside of her left one… then closing in, he began to taste her private desire. He relished in the sweetness that was Ginny. The aroma filled the room as his pace increased. His hands raised her perfect buttocks to bring his tongue into her deeper. Her breathing matching his gently licks and kisses, until she screamed in completion of his desire for the first time.

She pulled away from his hold, rolling in an attempt to regain her proper breathing pattern. He watched the reaction of his love as she pulled from him. He couldn't help but grinning at the taste on his lips and her reaction to it.

When the room was almost silent from her internal explosion, she met his gaze. Reaching her hand for him to join her, he crawled to her. He kissed her solidly as her hands found the waist band of his boxers and pushed them from the hardness of his body. He completed the removal of his shorts as she pushed him on his back. She straddled his thighs, pushing him flat between them. He groaned when he felt her wetness surrounding him.

She moved gently on him, causing him to groan again. She pulled away for a moment to look at his eyes, reasuring her in her actions. She becan to once again kiss down his neck and gently suck his nipples while rolling the other between her fingers. She heard him groan and felt the hardness touch her navel as it stood erect from his body. She kissed down his flat stomach, pausing as the hardness found the crevice between her breasts. She moved her whole body as his cock ached between her perfect globes. After a few moments, she could wait no longer. The wetness seeping from the head of his perfect erection was too tempting, once again, she moved bodily and grasp the hard base, bringing the head of his weeping cock to her lips.

He watched as her lips surrounded the cock head, felt her tongue as it push between it and the foreskin. He growled as she sucked the head deeper into her mouth. He felt the hand move slowly up and down as she sucked. His moans almost made her smile but when her other hand began to gently cup his tight ballsack, he knew he would not last long. With a Herculean effort, he pulled her back to his face. "I want to be inside of you when I cum the first time."

She nodded her agreement. He sat up and as their lips met once again, he flipped her so he was lying on top of her. Her thighs opened to allow entrance. He looked one last time with the silent question, she nodded. Their bodies merged, slowly, painfully, almost sinfully, and completely into one.

When their first time was complete, the air around them heavy with the scent of their bodies and desire, he held her close and gasped when she sucked his still hard nipple. Sleep came easy as they held one another.