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Chapter Fifty-Four

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Harry was pacing. It really couldn't be helped. He had tried to stop six times, already. But every time he forced himself to sit still on his bed, his mind would go wild with all sorts of worrisome theories.

What if she didn't come?

Would it be awkward between them if she didn't?

Or worse… what if she found his suggestion to be grossly offensive and decided to break up with him because of it?

Harry rolled his eyes at himself. Ginny surely wouldn't break up with him for that… Would she?

Running a hand through his obnoxiously crazy hair, Harry forced himself to think of other things… like how the rest of the evening went.

If his anxiety for tonight hadn't gotten too much in the way, Harry was sure that he would've been able to relax enough to have a good time.

It hadn't just been Ron and Harry that had gotten stuck underneath the mistletoe. His dad took to standing close to it and whenever his mum would walk by, he would grab her by surprise and pull her under it with him…

"JAMES!" His mum exclaimed, her face as red as her hair. It had been the fifth time his dad had pulled his mum underneath the mistletoe.

James pouted down at her. "Come on, Lily Love… It's Christmas tradition."

Lily rolled her eyes, though Harry could tell that she was secretly pleased by all the attention his dad was paying her. She was just trying to hide it from him just so that she didn't accidentally inflate his already large ego. "Yes. That's exactly what you said the first time. As well as the second and third. Just how many times do you expect me to snog you in front of our guests until you're satisfied?"

James wound his arms around her waist and tugged her close. We waggled his eyebrows down at her. "You're willing to go until I'm satisfied, hmmm?"

Lily lifted her hand to take a swat at him but James grabbed her hand before she could. He grinned cockily down at her before he grabbed both sides of her face and leaned down, planting one on her. His mum would pretend to put up a bit of a struggle, out of embarrassment… but then she would close her eyes moments later and melt into the kiss, tugging him closer all the while.

Every time that it happened, Harry and Sirius would look at one another and pretend to gag, causing everyone in the room to laugh.

Harry smiled a bit at the memory of his parents and how they acted all evening. When Harry had been sucked into Snape's memory in the pensieve last year and watched how his dad bullied Snape and went on to ask his mum out for the thousandth time - while his mum yelled at him and called him an arrogant toerag - Harry never would have guessed how in love the two really were. It was almost as though they were different people now compared to the Lily and James in the memory.

His dad had grown up. Yes, he was still somewhat immature in his teasing, but it was all in good jest. He genuinely cares about people. Even goes out of his way to save his enemies, like Snape. And the way that his dad immediately welcomed Sirius, who had come from a family of known Death Eaters and were primarily Slytherins, with open arms. And had even gone beyond that and helped Sirius when he had run away from home at sixteen. He treated him as though they were brothers.

The same could be said with Remus. When his dad found out that Remus was a werewolf, he went out of his way to learn how to become an illegal animagus in order to make the monthly transformations easier. It was something that he and Sirius had picked up again, now, and Harry couldn't help but notice how much lighter Remus seemed because of it.

And then there was his mum. She had been in the right to call out his dad for his bullying ways, but it seemed before that once she had made her mind up about someone, it was impossible to have that initial opinion change. But then, she allowed herself to see how much his dad had changed. Matured. And she learned how to give people a second chance. To be more accepting of people's flaws.

Harry sighed contentedly. Sure, his family wasn't perfect. But they were perfect to him, and that was all that mattered. Because so far, despite the bouts of embarrassment that he had endured, this was still the best Christmas holiday that he has ever had. Even better than his first Christmas at Hogwarts.

The grandfather clock started to chime. Harry listened as twelve dings resounded through the air. It was now midnight…

"Happy Christmas," Harry whispered to no one in particular before his shoulders sagged in defeat.

Perhaps Ginny wasn't coming afterall…

He had really thought that since she had taken the initiative and taken off her shirt while snogging him at Hogwarts, that they were perhaps on the same page when it came to wanting to take their relationship to the next step. But it seemed that Harry was wrong…

Harry started to pace again as he tugged at his hair, agonized. Why in Merlin's name did he have to go and muck everything up? His and Ginny's relationship had been going great! Perfect, even.

But no. He had to let his cock go and take risks that shouldn't be-

The turning of the doorknob cut Harry's thoughts short.

Harry froze, mid-pace, his eyes zeroing in on the door that was slowly creaking open.

Ginny's head hesitantly peaked through the open gap, her eyes scoping out the room. When her eyes found purchase on Harry, her tense shoulders relaxed as she realized that she was in the right room.

She immediately slid into the room, and took the time to make sure that the door shut with only a quiet click...

Harry could only stare. Heat in his eyes as well as his in the pit of his stomach.

His thoughts were a jumble as he took in her presence.

She's here! She came!

Merlin, she looked so adorable, so sexy, in her cotton, green pajamas. He could see the pebbling of her nipples protrude through the fabric of her button-down shirt. And with a jolt he realised that she wasn't wearing a bra...

The blood in his brain drained to expand to his dick, where it grew and tented his own pajama bottoms as he realized that they were finally alone. That this was finally happening.

Ginny turned away from the door, facing him. A hard, blazing look in her returning gaze. She bit her bottom lip. Her fiery, red hair was down and wavy, and Harry had the immediate desire to tangle his fingers through it.

Harry wasn't sure how it happened, but one moment they were standing a few paces apart… and the next moment, he strode forward and was right in front of her, his lips smashed against hers.

Ginny let out a surprised sound that Harry suppressed with his own resounding groan. His hands came up, clutching at her face. Suddenly desperate. Frantically wanting all of their clothes off. Immediately.

He rubbed his thumb along the apple of her cheek, coaxing her without words until she opened her mouth to him. And thank Merlin that she did, because in the next moment, when their tongues touched, Harry got a bursting feeling in his chest that told him that all was right in the world.

Ginny's fingers were now clutching at the back of his neck, her fingernails digging into his skin as she tried to pull him ever closer. Harry hissed in agonized pleasure at the sensation as Ginny took the initiative and pushed her tongue into his mouth. She tasted of fresh peppermint. While her floral scent accosted his senses, driving him mad as he was given the source of the primary scent that he smelled from the Amortentia Potion.

Harry groaned as he pushed his hips into her abdomen, for once freely letting her feel exactly what she does to him.

Ginny gasped as she felt the clothed erection against her, breaking away from their heated kiss. She was panting, her chest heaving and her mouth open. The temptation for him was too great, so he didn't resist as he came forward the small distance she had created and lightly bit her bottom lip between his teeth.

"H-Harry!" Ginny gasped.

Harry groaned in response, letting her know without words that he was just as affected as she was. He was quick to release his hold that he had on her bottom lip and captured her mouth with his once again.

Ginny responded with vigor, her hands bunching up the fabric of his pajama shirt as they roamed the expanse of his back.

He kept one of his own hands up to frame her face, keeping it steady as he took the plunge into her mouth with his tongue again. Enjoying the delicious, wet heat that met him. While his other hand traveled down, tracing the side of her every curve and leaving behind a trail of goosebumps… until his hand finally made purchase on her thigh.

The clothed, slender leg that was underneath his palm shivered in response and Harry took that as a sign. Taking a firmer grasp, he lifted her leg and hiked it up over his hip, stepping that small distance closer that the space between her legs created. His hips were now nestled between her slender thighs.

But then, Ginny did something that surprised him. She hopped up, her other leg coming up around his hip to join her other, as Harry scrambled to catch her.

She was now in his arms. Her legs around his waist. Her heat over his erection…

Once he finally managed to steady her, he opened his eyes to look at her.

Their foreheads were pressed together and their eyes were connected. And the most sexiest, devious smirk graced her lips… The minx had caught him off guard on purpose.

Harry couldn't help but laugh breathily, gleefully.

Because this was all really happening!

Her smile softened at his excitable laughter, giggling a bit herself as she leaned forward to press their lips together softly.

Harry continued the soft kiss, tightening his hold on her body that was wrapped around his, and turned them away from the door. He carried her across the floor of his large room, his hands exploring every inch of her clothed body, until he reached his bed. Harry didn't dare stop the kiss as he laid her down onto his downy mattress. He didn't think that he could stop kissing her, not that he even wanted to. Because, in truth, he didn't think that he had ever desired her more than he did in this very moment.

He gently laid her down, her head resting on his pillow, as he crawled onto the bed and laid down on top of her.

With her legs still wrapped around his waist, Harry suddenly couldn't get enough. Her flowery scent was driving him wild. The taste of her lips was tantalizing. The feeling of her warm body flush against his was more than he ever dreamed… and yet, he still wanted more. He wanted everything - with her. For her. By her side.

This was the first of many first experiences that he forever wanted to explore with his Ginger Firecracker. He never wanted to stop. But, luckily, a life with Ginny seemed to offer a life of endless opportunities of firsts.

With these thoughts, their kiss turned from soft to frantic once again. Harry was full-on snogging her, accosting her lips so much to the point that he was sure that they were bound to be swollen at this point. His probably were as well.

Their tongues twisted and tangled together as Harry threaded his fingers in her eye-catching, red hair.

But in the next moment, Ginny broke away from the kiss. Both of their eyes opened and Harry gasped at the positively hungry gaze she gave. He had been right in his guess about her swollen lips. The creature in his chest was proud that he had been the cause of it.

The hands that had been bunching up the fabric of his pajama shirt suddenly started tugging upward. Her gaze, just as hungry as before, suddenly turned frantic.

With a jolt, Harry realized what it was that she wanted. He sat up off of her, sitting back on his knees before he lifted and whipped his shirt up over his head.

He stayed sitting up on his knees as he threw his shirt somewhere to the floor. But when his gaze turned back to Ginny, he froze.

She was now sitting up on her elbows, her eyes roaming his naked chest with a gaze so heated, it caused Harry to start hyperventilating.

He thanked his lucky stars that he had gained the small amount of muscle over the course of this last year… Yes, he was still lean but it was nowhere near as bad as it had been several years ago… where there had been a few points he could see his ribs protruding from his skin.

Slowly, she lifted her hand to his pectoral, resting it gently over his heart. Harry shuddered at the contact. Her hand was warm. And it was that which made him notice the contrast of it to how cold the room was.

Ginny's eyes widened as she felt his thudding heartbeat.

"It's going so fast…" She whispered.

Harry wasn't sure how to respond. He was afraid that if he spoke, he would somehow break the spell of the current atmosphere. Instead, he waited as he wondered what it was she was going to do next.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long to find out…

She moved her hand inward, her fingers going to the small amount of hair he had on his chest. Harry sucked in a breath as her fingernails lightly scratched at the skin there. Her touch was sending shivers down his abdomen and straight to his erect cock.

Her hand trailed downward, lingering in places that caused him to shiver, until she reached his abdomen, her hand so close to the waistband to his pajama bottoms… Her finger brushed against the fabric as her curious eyes finally seemed brave enough to lower to his crotch…

She bit her bottom lip as she studied the tented fabric, subconsciously tickling his skin as she lightly brushed the tips of her fingers along his abdomen.

Desperation overtook him once again as he shivered violently before he lowered himself on top of her once again. Their mouths met, continuing as though they had never stopped.

Harry groaned loudly as Ginny's hand came up to trace and explore his chest once again. Her finger brushed against his nipple and Harry surged forward with a jump from the sensation.

The pressing and dire urge to return the favour flooded his senses.

He wanted her shirt off… but this time around, he wanted to be the one to take it off. Though he would always fantasize about and remember the memory of how Ginny had taken off her shirt in his dorm room.

His hand came up from where it was bunching her shirt at her side until it rested over her top button. With his thudding heart pounding in his eardrum, Harry loosened the button.

Ginny's hand came up to his hair, pulling on his strands slightly as she pulled him closer to her.

Harry took this as a good sign and made quick work on moving his hand down blindly to the second button. His fingers fumbled with it a bit as Ginny took that exact moment to wrap her legs around his waist, yet again, but he somehow managed to get it loose.

The rest were easy enough to get through compared to the second and it wasn't long before he had loosened the last button - though, to him, it had felt like an eternity.

Harry groaned against her mouth in triumph as he had freed the last button from its prison. His fingers immediately came up to trace the exposed skin around her navel… Merlin, he wanted to stick his tongue in it.

His fingers trailed upward, through the valley between her breasts. He prepared himself to part the fabric, working up the nerve to do so.

A rapt and sudden knock on his bedroom door resounded through the room before it opened.

"Harry, are you alright? I heard-"

His mum broke off as she took in the sight of her only son, shirtless, laying on top of his girlfriend who had her own shirt unbuttoned and her legs wound around his waist.

Their lips immediately disconnected and Harry jumped into action as he sat up and moved to cover Ginny with his body, as he saw his dad behind his mum, peeking in to see what was going on.

His parent's eyes widened as they realised what they had just interrupted.

It took a moment for the surprise to wear off his mum's face before a very stern look clouded her features.

"Get dressed and meet your father and I downstairs in the sitting room. Both of you."

Harry winced at the threatening undertone his mum had in her voice. She waited until both Harry and Ginny nodded before she gave a single nod in return and closed the door.

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A/N: Is this the part where I duck and cover?

I'm evil, I know. But I posted the first half of this chapter to let you know that I didn't forget my promise to post on Christmas Eve. And I also wanted to add that part two will either be posted later today or tomorrow. I just have to make sure that the chapter flows before I post it. :)

I promise that you will be treated with delicious awkwardness as well as new ventures of the teenaged romance. As well as what I talked about in my last Author's Note about what I wanted to say about consent.

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