A Love To Last A Lifetime

Ginny squealed in delight at thesight of the small chateau. "It's absolutely amazing, Harry!"

Harry just smiled as he wrapped his arms around her. They stood there for a moment, just holding on and breathing in one another. Without moving her body, Ginny turned her head to look at him. Those chocolate brown eyes of hers penetrated his, and he was rendered speechless by the tenderness of her head on his shoulder. Gently, he touched his lips to the top of her head, and sighed contentedly.

Hearing the sigh, Ginny inquired, in a teasing manner, "What was that about? Are you tired of me already?"

Harry laughed lightly. "No, it's just all beginning to sink in now. It's you and me, and it's forever. This is the first time I thought of it this way, and you know what?"

"What?"

"I think I like it."

"Well you better, Mister, 'cause you're stuck with me now," Ginny replied, in a sing-song voice.

"There's no one else I'd rather be stuck with."

"Me either," Ginny said, smiling. Then, a mischevious gleam flashed in her eyes. "Except Dean Thomas!" She erupted into a fit of the giggles as Harry began tickling her.

"Ginny," he whispered as she begged for mercy, "Shut up and kiss me."

And kiss him she did.

Ginny awoke next to Harry several hours later, only to find him completely awake and gazing at her with an intensity she'd never known before. His eyes showed vulnerability, yet strength. They were like a storm, and yet contained the warmth of the sunshine at the same time.

"Good evening, love," Harry whispered as he traced her skin with his fingertips.

"Evening?", Ginny said, bewildered. Then she blushed, remembering why they were in bed in the first place.

"Oh, yes. Evening.," Harry replied, smirking. "You just can't keep your hands off of me. But, hey, I can't say that I blame you. I am pretty amazing."

Ginny blushed even more furiously, then regained her sharp wit. "That, you are. But I think it's the other way around. You can't keep your dirty hands off of me!"

"I don't have to, and besides, would you really want me to?"

"You just won't do, Mr. Potter. You just won't do."

"Something smells good in here, Gin. What is it," Harry inquired, stepping into the kitchen.

"Oh, good. You're out of the shower. I ordered us some takeout! I didn't think you'd feel like going out tonight either."

Harry wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Tired, are we?" He embraced her in a tight hug.

"You'd kill a woman," she replied, laying her head in his chest.

"How do you think I defeated Voldemort," Harry said, barely managing to keep a straight face.

Ginny slapped his chest playfully. "HARRY JAMES POTTER! You are incorrigible!"

"Thanks, love. I'm flattered, I really am. Let's take this into the living room and eat while we watch a movie."

"A movie? How are we going to do that?"

"Oh ye of little faith," Harry said, shaking his finger at her. "We have a television, and we have Pay-Per-View. Erego, we can watch a movie."

"I'm glad you know all about this muggle stuff! Hmm, I knew I married you for some reason," Ginny teased.

"You mean my dashing good looks didn't have anything to do with it," Harry replied with mock concern.

"Oh, trust me. It helped!"

They sat down together on the couch and placed the food on the coffee table. Harry picked up the remote and flipped through some channels. "So, Gin, whatcha wanna see?"

"Hmmm, how about you pick and surprise me. You know more about this than I do, dear."

"Okay...umm...," he continued to flip channels. "Aha! This one is perfect for you."

"What's it called?"

"The Notebook."

(Approximately two hours later)

"She loves him! Oh, Harry, she loves him," Ginny wailed, burying herself in his chest. "Harry, you're my Noah! Promise me that when I get old, you'll never leave me or let me forget!"

Harry stroked her hair and held her close. "Gin, I would never leave you. I promised you yesterday, in front of God and everyone, that I would be here forever. Nothing has changed since then, I assure you."

"Oh, Harry! That's the sweetest thing anyone's ever said to me!" Ginny kissed him, still slightly hysterical, as he wiped the tears of off her face.

Hormones, Harry thought to himself. "Are you ready for bed, dear?"

"Yeah, I'm kind of tired. We are going to sleep, right?"

Harry laughed in reply. "Yes, Gin. We're going to sleep." He stood up and scooped her up into his arms.

"Good," she said drowsily. "I don't think I can handle anymore tonight."

"Psst! Ginny, dear! Harry! Wake up, darlings!"

Ginny sat up and rubbed her eyes. "Mum? What are you doing here?"

"Get up! Quickly, the both of you! Hermione has gone into labor! You wouldn't want to miss the birth of your niece, now would you?"

"WHAT? Did you hear that Harry," Ginny hissed, shaking him.

Harry sat up suddenly. "Gin, I thought you were too tired tonight! It's two o'clock in the morning. Can't a man get some--"

He was cut off midsentence when he realized that Mrs. Weasley was standing at the side of the bed. He blushed so furiously that he nearly lit up the room. "Um, uh, I was, I mean, I meant--" Harry stammered in attempt to recover.

"Mum, what if you had walked in on, well, something," Ginny hissed.

"Well, dear, it was a risk I had to take! Everyone else is already at the hospital, and the baby isn't going to wait for us! Besides, I listened at the door first!"

Harry was half amused and half embarrassed. It would have been awkward if Mrs. Weasley walked in on that.

"Oh, well that's soo much better, Mum!" Ginny raised her voice, but Harry stopped her.

"Gin, Hermione's having the baby! We really need to get there, so just let it go, love."

"Okay, but only for Hermione and the baby."

"Yes, love. Let's get dressed, now."

Mrs. Weasley continued to stand above the bed.

"MUM! Can you please leave so we can get dressed?" Ginny screamed.

"Oh, um, yes. Right, dear. I'll just be going now. Meet us in the hospital, the third floor. Bring a sweater, dear, because I know how cold you can get." Mrs. Weasley turned to leave, but stopped halfway to the door. "Ginny, you know, sex is a very natural thing--"

"MUM!"

"Alright, already. I'm gone." Mrs. Weasley scurried out of the bedroom and shut the door behind her.

Harry chuckled, but was stopped by a death glare from Ginny.

"Laugh all you want, but just imagine if she'd waltzed in earlier today!"

Harry turned white as a sheet, and dropped his shirt.

"God, Ginny. Don't even joke about that."