AN: Omg so sorry this took such a long time to write and upload. Been really busy at the moment. OK well i wrote this wen i was in a bit of a sappy mood so gets very fluffy (another chapter of fluff! i know! sorry!) but hey, im seriously going to try and put in more info nxt chapter, which i am already writing. enjoy!

Disclaimer: still don't own much. JKRowling's and i've included somerandom poems/quotes.

"Come on," Harry said softly to Ginny. "I don't think I can wait much longer."

They were lying on Ginny's bed; their damp bodies pressed together, heat surging through them.

"I'm ready," Ginny murmured, feeling her blood race as Harry kissed his way down her neck. Then his lips returned to hers and soon she was lost in the kiss; lost in an eternity where time didn't exist; nothing existed except Harry and their never-ending love.

And this time it didn't hurt. It felt so…right. It felt good. Before she knew it, Harry was completely inside of her and they broke the kiss. Looking deep into her eyes, Harry asked the silent question. She nodded; she was fine. She was better than fine. Their rocking bodies reminded Ginny of a song, she wasn't sure what song but she knew she loved it. Then, without stopping or pulling out, Harry tucked his arms under her back, lifted her up and slipped under her so she was now on top.

As she leaned forward her long hair fell around her face, enclosing them in raspberry-scented red walls. Feeling as they had been removed from the world, as though only they existed and nothing else did, they reached the brink of excitement simultaneously and tipped over, falling into the rippling, wonderful depths of passion, breathing hard, feeling each other's sweaty bodies and warm breath.

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Lazily stroking Ginny's arm, Harry felt himself begin to doze off. Ginny's head was tucked under his chin, her arms snaked around him and their legs entwined. For the first time in weeks, months even, Harry felt completely at peace with the world. The knot of tension that had resided in his stomach ever since Dumbledore's death, had finally gone. Ginny stirred in his arms and turned her face up to his.

"You sleeping?" she asked.

"No," Harry said, pulling himself out of the whirlpool of sleep, which had been gently sucking him in. "I'm awake."

"The election speeches are this week," Ginny said simply.

"Mm."

Pausing for a moment, she finally asked, "What are you going to do?"

Harry didn't know what to say: he had to choose between what Ginny wanted and what the rest of the Wizarding community wanted. "I really don't know," he replied honestly.

"Oh well, we'll worry about it when it comes, yeah?"

Just then, Harry sat up, gently easing himself away from Ginny and put his glasses on. Then he picked up the towel on the floor and shook it out. Smiling to himself, Harry picked up a small box that had fallen out from the folds of material. Taking a deep breath, he turned back to Ginny and snuggled under the covers against her. Her eyelids were beginning to droop, but she woke up quickly when Harry's body pressed up against hers.

Gently he pressed the small box into her hand. Looking confused, she drew her hand out and above the blankets.

"Wha-" she began but Harry cut her off.

"It was my mum's. My dad gave it to her in their final year at Hogwarts. I meant to give it to you last summer, but it's been in the vault at Gringotts and I forgot."

Frowning in confusion, Ginny pushed her thumbnail into the small gold button and the box sprang open. Inside was lined with white velvet, and on a small cushion sat a silver band, a diamond sparkling majestically on it.

Ginny gasped in awe and disbelief. "Harry…" she murmured.

"Listen, you don't have to promise me anything, alright? It's just a present. See my dad gave it to the girl he loved, his soul mate." He gently caressed Ginny's face and whispered, "And I'm giving it to mine."

"Harry, I – I don't know what to say…I love you, I love you more than I even know how to tell you."

"I know," Harry said simply, kissing her forehead.

"You do?"

"Yea…I feel the same way."

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"What time is it?" Ginny asked. She was lying backwards on the bed, her feet in Harry's lap, humming to herself.

Harry reached out for the clock on the bedside table, picked it up and squinted at the clock face. "Half past twelve."

Ginny sighed contently. "I could talk to you all night." She lifted her left arm above her head and outstretched her fingers, grinning at the beautiful ring, now sitting snugly on her ring finger.

As Harry put the clock back down on the nightstand, his hand brushed a small, yet bulging, leather-bound book. He picked it up and examined the cover.

"What's this?"

Ginny lifted her head to see what he held, then flopped it back down again. "That's my diary," she said. "You can open it if you want."

"Nah," said Harry, his fingers gently caressing the front cover. Sitting up, Ginny crawled over to him and tucked herself under his arm. She took the book from him and opened it up, pointed to a spot and told him to read. Harry cleared his throat, then read, " 'to see a world in a grain of sand, and a heaven in a wildflower, hold infinity in the palm of your hand, and eternity in an hour'."

Harry scanned the rest of the page and saw it was filled with poems, thoughts, theories and sketches. "This is your diary?" he asked, now thumbing through the other pages. "I thought diaries were supposed to be a record of the things you did."

"How boring," Ginny said, and took the book from him, looking for a particular page. "Here we go," she cleared her throat and began to read. " '… won the Gryffindor Cup,' bla bla bla, oh here's the good part, 'When he's kissing me he's not doing anything else. Just kissing me. It's like I'm his whole universe…and the moment feels eternal because he doesn't have any plans, he's not going anywhere. Just kissing me and it's completely overwhelming. I lose track of who I am, but never who he is. Because he never leaves my mind. He's always been there, hiding at the back, coming forward and strolling into my daydreams when things get particularly boring. He's always there, and he always will be because I love him, and you just can't fight that'."

"Woh," Harry muttered, taking the book back from her. "That was really…beautiful." He laughed. "And pretty intense."

She blushed. "I get a bit carried away sometimes."

"I love it," he said and tapped the book. "It's like a little window into your mind." He flicked through the pages, stopped, put on a girly voice and pretended to read, "Harry is sooo cute. I just can't get enough of him! I want him, I need him!"

Ginny hit him on the head with a pillow as he laughed at her, placing the book carefully back on her nightstand before grabbing her in his arms and kissing her passionately.

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Harry woke up the next morning to a flurry of movement beside him. Ginny was scrambling out of bed, swearing under her breath.

"Harry, get up! Quickly."

Harry got out of bed, completely nonplussed. Then he heard loud excited voices from downstairs…a lot of voices.

"Ginny what-?"

"I completely forgot! The whole family's coming down for the elections, and there are lots of them."

"How many?" Harry asked, trying to pull on his jeans and smooth his hair at the same time.

"Well dad's two brothers, plus their kids, one has five and the other has six. Oh and Grandma Peg with the wooden leg, she's a bit deaf, so make sure to speak loudly when you talk to her. Oh and it's best not to call the triplets by names: if you get it wrong they flip out. And watch out for little Matthew, he's just got teeth and likes to use them."

"Are they all staying here?"

"Good God, no!" Ginny replied, with a laugh. "There are sixteen of them, and that's not even the whole family but Uncle Arnie and Uncle Abe couldn't get time off of work, and Dad fell out with Uncle Andrew a couple years ago, so he won't be coming down."

"How many brothers does your dad have?" Harry asked as they left the room and made their way downstairs.

"Oh just four, but they all have at least five kids, so it's a bit hard to keep track."

Harry sighed inwardly. He didn't have a single family member left alive and Ginny had at least fifty. And that wasn't even including her mother's side of the family.

"I mean though," Ginny continued, interrupting Harry's train of thought. "You'd think, out of thirty kids, there would be at least one other girl, but no."

Harry chuckled. "Well I'm glad you're a girl."

"Me too. I don't think this relationship would be going so well if I was Ron's brother."

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