A/N: was asked to continue, so i wrote this awhile ago. decded to make it one story now instead of two. Remember, if you want to read the whole stody, read What if the end was just the beginning. It is quite good, so give it a shot...

Lol this has now been updated as I got like five people telling me I messed up. Ginny's eyes are brown. Oops.

As anger and passion burn away, the dark glistening rock of love remains, whole and untainted.

Setting: Harry has just defeated Lord Voldemort and has returned triumphantly to the Burrow...

The burrow was lit up, music pounding out into the warm night. People filled the house, spilling out into the garden. Harry stepped inside the kitchen and was met by a roar of sound. Fireworks, made by George and Fred banged and whizzed above the guests' heads. Noise and laughter reverberated around the room, as people celebrated. After an hour of being congratulated by unknown people, acquaintances and friends, Harry made his way up the stairs. He passed Ron and Hermione making out on the first landing.

"Oi," Harry said as he whacked Ron on the back of the head.

"Geez, Harry. I almost swallowed Hermione's tongue, what was that for?"

"Where's Ginny?" he asked.

"Dunno, haven't seen her. She was in the living room about an hour ago. Maybe she went to bed?"

Harry thanked him and hurried up the stairs to Ginny's bedroom. He knocked on the door but there was no answer. Slowly he twisted the door handle and let himself in. Ginny was lying on her bed, reading a magazine. She looked up when he walked in.

"What do you want?" she asked. Her voice wasn't accusing or angry, just indifferent. Harry wanted to disappear through the floor.

"I was looking for you," he said lamely.

"Well you found me."

Harry scuffed his foot on the floor.

"Why didn't you write?" yelled Ginny suddenly. "Five months and not a single owl."

Harry looked up at her, shocked. It hadn't occurred to him to write. He didn't think she wanted him to.

"I thought it'd be better if I didn't. It'd be too hard." Summing up his courage, Harry walked over and sat next to her on the bed. "I'm sorry."

"Do you even love me anymore?"

"I never stopped!" Harry said incredulously.

Ginny narrowed her eyes. She was so in love with this man in front of her but she was so angry with him as well. How could he treat her like this? Come crawling back whenever it was convenient for him…Ginny stood and walked over to the door. Holding it open she motioned for him to leave. Confused, Harry walked over to her.

"Ginny…I –"

"Don't say it Harry. What if we'd made love on Christmas? Would it be any different?"

Harry knew if he said 'yes' she'd hate him. But if he said 'no' it would be just as bad.

"We agreed we couldn't see each other while Voldemort still wanted me dead."

"No Harry! You said that! Last summer. Then at Christmas, if you happen to remember, you told me you loved me and nothing would stop that. Then, if you remember, we almost slept together. That's not breaking up is it? I'm not your puppet Harry." She shoved him to get him out of her room, out of her life but he grabbed her arms and made her look at him.

"No. I'm not walking away from you. Not this time. I'm in love with you, and I know you feel the same way."

"Let go of me," she said struggling in his grip and actually hitting him. He tried to pull her closer but she wrenched her arm out of his loose grip and hit him again.

"I've cried enough over you, Harry Potter. Don't make me cry again."

"I never meant to make you cry, Gin. I just wanted you to be safe. That's all I've ever wanted." He put a hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off, stepping hard on his foot. They wrestled for a few more moments until they fell collapsing on the floor.

"You'll be the death of me Harry Potter," she murmured as Harry kissed his way down her neck and closed the door with his foot. Then, she pushed him off of her with such force all the wind was knocked out of him and dove on top of him, kissing every part of him she could reach until they lay, foreheads touching, tears and sweat mingling together. "Make love to me, Harry," she whispered.

Harry gazed into her brown eyes then pointed his wand at the door. With a flick of the wrist it was locked. Then he lifted her carefully on to the bed and laid her down. Sitting next to her he leaned over and gently pressed his lips to hers. Her fingers found the hem of his shirt and lifted it over his thin body. Harry helped and pulled the shirt off of his head. Then his fingers were working on the buttons of her shirt; slowly unbuttoning it one by one.

"Please, don't ever leave me again?" It wasn't an order but a request. Her eyes were round and pleading.

"Never," Harry whispered slipping her shirt off of her shoulders. She sat up so he could take it off fully. Carefully she took his belt in her hand and undid it without difficulty. "Practiced I see?" Harry said, eyes twinkling.

"Shut up."

Harry looked down at her body; her pale white skin and soft curves of her chest. She noticed where he was looking and smiled, taking his hand in hers and leading it towards the clasp between her breasts. Harry fumbled but finally managed to undo it. It sprang apart quickly, contrasting with the slow way they were undressing each other. Putting his hands on her shoulders, he slipped it off of her, letting her breasts fall out. Harry was about to reach out to her when he realised his jeans were gone.

"That's not fair, Ginny. You can't just vanish my pants! That's not how we're doing it."

With another flick of the wand, the light went out in the room. Another flick, and all the scented candles she had were alight and burning. She smiled at him and he leaned forward and kissed her heatedly. His hands were on her back then slowly crept around to the front until his thumbs were resting on the sides of her breasts. Then, Harry brushed his thumb over her small nipple. He blushed but she cupped his face in her hand and smiled sweetly at him.

"It's ok," she whispered. Carefully, he took her small breast in his warm hand and rubbed it gently, tracing his finger around it. She let out a contented sigh and began to unbutton her jeans. Harry dropped his hands down her stomach and to the waistband of her jeans. She raised herself off the bed so he could pull them off of her. She was wearing white cotton knickers, just as he'd imagined she would be.

"Are you cold?" he asked her rubbing a hand up her arm.

She shook her head. "How could I be? You're here."

He grinned and lay down on the bed next to her. Ginny's fingers danced on his chest , rising up and down as Harry breathed raggedly. Then she slipped her fingers under the elastic of Harry's boxers and drew one side down, revealing his hip bone and then his thigh. She hadn't realised Harry's finger were also at the back of her knickers, pulling them down so her bum was exposed. With an excited yet nervous look into each other's eyes, they gave a tug and both sets of underwear were pulled down. Harry's breath caught in his throat and he knew there was no going back now, even if he had wanted to…not that he did, mind. Ginny pulled off her underwear completely and Harry did the same. Both were lying just centimetres apart, electricity jumping from one to the other.

"You ready then?" Harry whispered. Ginny nodded and took hold of Harry's hand. Then she rolled onto her back, pulling Harry with her. Harry lay half across her, kissing her forehead, eyes, nose and then mouth. She kissed him back gently, their lips teasing each other and breaking away, then going back for more.

Then Harry, still kissing her, gently pushed her legs apart and positioned himself in between them. "I've heard this hurts the first time," Harry said quietly, eyes loving but anxious.

"I'll try and be gentle then" Ginny said. Harry laughed and slowly pushed himself into her. He stopped when he reached a thin barrier of skin. Ginny was biting her lip.

"You ok?" he asked.

"'Course I am. Go on."

Harry caressed her cheek with his hand, brushed a strand of hair off her forehead then pushed himself all the way in. Ginny let out a gasp and grabbed Harry's arms in her hands. He paused, for a moment, hoping he was doing it right, hoping he hadn't seriously hurt her.

"Go on, Harry. Please, go on," she said, her eyes squeezed tight. Harry leaned in closer to her so their cheeks were touching, bodies pressed against each other and gently pushed into her again. Once more, he pulled out and pushed in. They were both breathing hard but were otherwise silent. Harry wasn't sure how much longer he'd last but didn't want to disappoint Ginny.

"You can go faster if you want," she murmured, her eyes meeting his.

"I don't want to hurt you."

"I'll tell you if you do."

Harry began to speed up, still going gently but stronger. Ginny let out a small whimper and Harry almost slowed down until he realised it was a whimper of pleasure, not pain. Then she convulsed around him, sending him into a blissful state where he couldn't do anything but quiver and lay against his one true love.

Still joined, Harry leaned in and kissed her ear. "I love you," he whispered. "Always have and always will."

Ginny's response was to kiss him hard, a blazing look in her eyes. She thought her heart would burst with the amount of love it held, but she was lucky and managed to contain it. Harry drew himself out and lay down beside her, snaking his arm behind her shoulders and pulling her close. He kissed her hair and they dozed off into a peaceful sleep.

Hope this is ok, PLEASE review! i really want to know what you all think. thanks! xxx