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-A/N: WARNING! SUGGESTIVE CONTEXT AHEAD. Haha. Don't say I didn't warn you….However, it's not graphic or anything, so it safely falls within the realms of the current rating. Sorry this took awhile to update!
"To love someone deeply gives you strength. Being loved by someone deeply gives you courage. "
Lao Tzu
Harry flopped onto his back; his hands vanishing in the thickness of the profuse rivers and rivers of crimson locks, experiencing for the first time in his life a total sense of serenity and belonging.

She was there and this was real; so real and Harry couldn't possibly conjure any eloquent or witty or charming words to whisper in her ear because everything was happening so fast. Another kiss to her neck and she shivered. She was lost in his zealous jade eyes that were wide as saucers, burning brightly than any star, focused only on her. She was his, all his.

Frantic and frenzied, yet affectionate and slow, passive and placid. Collarbones and cream colored skin, freckles and desire; lust had evolved into solid love. She needed him; oh how much she needed him.

Their shoes and shirts and pants and clothing had been discarded and they were gracefully tangled up in the massive miles of freshly washed covers, falling and melting and collapsing together. And it was poetry in motion and Harry would never have wanted to share this with anyone else. He was hers all hers.

It was summer again and nothing could tear them apart. She was nothing more than a young woman in love, instead of a ball of heartbreak lying on the bedroom floor and he was nothing more than Harry Potter, nearly eighteen and drunk in love. It was as though his mind, body and soul were all aligned and in tune with one another, the symphony of a hundred violins singing sweetly into the darkness of a pitch black sky.

Not a care in the world.

It was dancing in an aggressive thunderstorm, letting the corpulent droplets wash over you like icy redemption. They were sailing away…Sail away with me, honey…sail away.

Listen to her heartbeat.

Why couldn't reality be more surreal?

Anxious smiles mixed with eyes wide shut.

Needing and wanting and burning and are you ok and yes I'm fine and hair as dark as raven's feathers mixing with waves as red as the sun before it sloppily kisses the horizon goodnight and lose yourself in his eyes because pretty soon it'll be just a memory…

It was perfect when it was all over, Harry gathered Ginny in his arms, placed a kiss on top of her head, her hair wild and flowing, and listened to the sound of her heart beat in sync with his own.

He felt like he should speak, say something, say anything but he was speechless and breathless.

Ginny shakily inhaled. Adjusting herself in his arms, she gazed up at him and coyly smiled.

"Wow. I…I don't know what to say. And that's not a bad thing. Does that sound horribly cheesy?" she shyly demanded.

Harry shook his head, his eyes twinkling.

"Believe it or not, I was thinking the same thing," he slyly admitted.

And they gazed into one another's eyes for another moment, lips curving into a teasing smirk and laughed.

A few minutes later, Harry and Ginny were decked out in bathrobes, shuffling about the kitchen and recalling incidents of happier times. It was still fairly early in the morning, around 11 AM. Ginny was practically swimming in a navy blue, terrycloth bathrobe that Harry rarely wore anymore. Harry was wandering about in a forest green robe, which obviously fit him better than Ginny's tent.

It came well past her knees and she habitually tripped on its ratty ends. Her hair was still flying all over the place like a vicious tornado, mirroring Harry's own ravished mane. But a newfound sense of serenity had passed over them and Ginny, for the first time in awhile, actually felt like she was a twenty-something witch instead of middle-aged and fondly reflecting back on her days of youth like a favored Christmas gift.

"Oy, Gin, do you need a life vest or something? I swear, you're going to drown in that robe," Harry teased as he rummaged through the pantry.

His voice projected a little muffled, as he shoved aside a nearly empty box of cereal.

Ginny stuck out her tongue and lazily rocked back and forth in her stool, located behind the counter. She intently observed Harry, as he carelessly tore apart his refrigerator and cupboards, on a mission to find something edible.

"Oh sod off, you wanker. May I remind you, Mr. Potter, that this is your robe and if you didn't have such bloody long limbs, maybe the thing would properly fit," she shot back.

With an unopened box of strawberry pop-tarts in hand, Harry valiantly whipped around and strolled towards the toaster. He plugged the cord into the outlet and ripped open the box, grinning at Ginny.

"I must admit love; you look pretty irresistible in my clothes. I think you should wear them more often," he brazenly suggested.

Ginny laughed as Harry attempted to seductively waggle his eyebrows. She plopped her elbow on the clean countertop, resting her chin into the palm of her hand. She narrowed her eyes in pensive concentration, as Harry took off the shiny packaging of the breakfast food and popped them into the slots of the toaster.

"Have you ever noticed, that after people have sex or something they're hungry?"

Harry instantly snapped his attention toward Ginny, his face drawn into total and utter shock.

"Ginny Weasley! I don't think I'd ever hear you, of all people, say something like that."

Ginny cocked an eyebrow.

"What? Sex? Oh, bugger Harry, it's just a word," she smugly teased.

Harry shook his head, chuckling in surprise. The toaster spat out the pop-tarts and Harry located two plates, and then placed the food onto them. Harry handed Ginny a plate and kept the other for himself.

"I hope that what happened wasn't just sex, to you," he mumbled as he pulled up a stool across from her.

He faintly blushed and Ginny affectionately smiled at his embarrassment, and then sighed.

She reached for Harry's hand.

"Oh, Harry. Of course I don't think of it as just sex. It was more than that, so much more than that. I don't mean to get sappy on you, but it was special to me," she sincerely whispered.

Harry inwardly let out a sigh of relief and met Ginny's stern expression, brushing aside a few pieces of hair that were obnoxiously dangling in front of his eyes.

"All right."

Ginny tossed him a fake scowl, throwing her hands up.

"I bare my heart and soul to you and all you can say is all right?" she mock-screeched.

Harry heartily chuckled and leaned over the counter, affectionately kissing her forehead.

"You know I love you."

They exchanged a smile and began to devour their pop-tarts, when a loud 'POP' interrupted the entire ordeal.

To Harry and Ginny's surprise, it was Hermione. Harry stifled back a snort at the mangled appearance of his best friend. She was huffing and panting, as though she'd just completed a race around the globe.

Her eyes were wide and frantic, like she'd gulped down an entire pot of black coffee. She couldn't seem to cease fiddling with her hands and as she observed the amused faces of Harry and Ginny, she was sent into an even deeper state of panic.

"Oh, um…Listen, I just want a straightforward answer, from you Harry. I'm sorry to barge over her, unannounced and all, but it couldn't wait. I'm not sure the source was all that reliable, seeing as how it was er-ahem…Ron…but he seems to be convincedthat Harry was kissing Cho Chang in Starbucks, earlier today," Hermione cautiously explained.

She retained her distance, holding her hands up in protection, some kind of inner fear that Harry or Ginny would react with raging violence.

The air was deathly silent, as Ginny's eyes bore into Harry's face. Harry turned scarlet but instantly transformed his expression into neutrality. Ginny upheld a poker face, her hands folded on the countertop, tensely waiting for an answer. Hermione's gaze darted back and forth between Ginny and Harry, unsure if the approach she had taken was flawed.

"When'd he say this?" Harry demanded, biting down on his jaw.

Hermione bit her bottom lip, slightly uncomfortable that she had rashly taken the position of the messenger.

"This morning. He came rushing into the apartment, all in a tizzy, ranting and raving that you had been snogging Cho. I have to confess that a very small part of me believed him. But I was hesitant and that's why I made the choice to pop on over and ask you about it. I didn't want to blow this out of proportion."

Harry's scarlet hue disappeared and drained into one of weary defeat.

"Well, I appreciate that you took the initiative to come over and straighten things out. The truth is, yes, Cho and I kissed at Starbucks. But it trust me, it meant nothing at all and it was so quick that I don't think it even qualifies as a kiss, per say. I was taking a walk this morning, before you woke up Gin, and of all places, Cho happened to meet up with me on my way to Starbucks. We had coffee and talked. That's it. Nothing else happened," Harry revealed, more so to Ginny than Hermione.

Hermione let out a sigh of relief, but Ginny remained blank-faced.

"Gin, you do believe me, don't you?" Harry anxiously questioned, fully turning to Ginny.

Hermione's expression of happy relief instantly turned into worry.

She was silent for a moment, and then her face broke into a genuine yet miniature smile.

"Of course, love. I-…I don't know, I guess the mention of Cho just…frazzled me a bit. I know how much you used to fancy her."

Harry shook his head, slid off his stool and wrapped her in his arms.

"Ginny, you have nothing to worry about. Trust me," he assured in her ear.

Hermione nervously coughed, suddenly blushing due to her realization of her best friend and sister-in-law's current apparel. Ginny didn't appear the least bit fazed but Harry sheepishly shrugged.

"Um….now that everything's all clear, I guess I'll be going. I'll talk to you two, later," she vowed.

Harry gave a little wave, too embarrassed to say anything and Ginny laughed under her breath.

"Bye, Mione."

With that, Hermione apparated out of the flat.

Ginny looked up at Harry, her childish mood vanquished by the sudden question floating around in her head.

"What now? I've got an entire wedding to somehow cancel without everyone hating me. How are we going to go about this?"

Harry was lost in deep thought for awhile.

After a moment had passed, he kissed Ginny on the top of her head, his eyes apprehensively gazing into the distance.

"First things first. We tell Dean."