A/N: Hey everyone, thanks so much for being patient with me. Things have been starting to slow down a bit but I am still busier than normal due to COVID. I will try to find the time to write/post more often.

In the meantime, thank you all so much for your support.

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Chapter Sixty-Nine

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Ginny stood there, gaping at the life-long git with nothing but unmasked shock.

Draco's pupils dilated significantly as he eyed her open mouth. She had a difficult time seeing the gray hue past it.

"What's the matter, Weasley? I thought you were the type that liked to make deals?" His voice hinted at the memory of their previous bet from the Gryffindor vs Slytherin Quidditch match. Looking back on this later, she would marvel at the fact he had even brought that mortifying reminder that was the catalyst of his own humiliation.

The words broke through the barrier of surprise that clouded her mind.

She opened her mouth…

...and laughed.

Three sets of eyebrows raised from the boys in front of her at her unexpected reaction. Their obvious surprise caused her to laugh even harder - Goyle especially looked as though he were trying to imitate a fish - to the point where she had to hold her stomach in an effort to keep together. "T-That is the most ridiculous thing I've ever heard!"

Through the watery tears that gathered in her eyes from how absolutely barmy she found this entire situation, she could actually see the mounting irritation grow in Draco's gaze.

'Good,' She thought, 'Serves the git right. He deserves to feel frustrated.'

"Would you stop laughing?" Draco demanded as Ginny wiped at the tears brimming in her eyes.

And she did calm down a bit, but not because he demanded it but because she was gearing up for quite a spat starring her legendary fiery personality - which, of course, has kept all of her brothers wary of her for years.

"People tend to laugh when other people say barmy things, Malfoy." She stated, cooly. A slight smirk tickled at the corners of her lips when she saw his irritation grow even more profound.

"So, you would really choose Scarhead Potter over the money?" His voice was disbelieving. Incredulous.

All traces of humour left her now as she scoffed at his audacity. "You may think that you know me, Malfoy, but you don't. If you did, you would know that no amount of galleons would ever keep me from being with Harry."

His expression turned thunderous with flashes of jealousy as he loomed over her. Ginny had the urge to roll her eyes at him. He may be taller than her, but he was far from intimidating.

Draco gritted his teeth before he leaned in slightly closer, his voice came out in a quiet hiss. "Don't be daft, Weasley. I'm… Believe it or not, I'm trying to help you."

Her eyes narrowed at him, scrutinizing his integrity - or rather, lack thereof. "As a matter of fact, I don't believe you."

His grey eyes flashed with withheld anger. "Why are you being so stubborn? As a Pureblood, you still have a chance. If you disassociate yourself with Potter now, then there will still be time to turn your reputation around. I can work on it with you… make people forget that you were once a blood-traitor."

It was clear to Ginny that he intended for his words to scare her… perhaps hoping that the fear would put her into submission. So when she smirked up at him, it was obvious that her reaction managed to shock him yet again. "That's what you don't understand, Malfoy… I wear my blood-traitor status with pride… with or without Harry by my side."

She took his shock at her statement to take the time to side-step around him, Crabbe, and Goyle unhindered. Though, if they tried to lay a hand on her to stop her, they would surely have bat-bogies shooting out of their noses. When she successfully made it around them, she paused and looked back at the ferret and his goons with yet another self-satisfied smirk. "Though, Harry being at my side does add the extra benefit of spending quality time with him and his sexy arse."

She bit her lip to hide her smile when she saw Draco's entire form stiffen… but she didn't stick around to hear anything more. Instead, she turned on her heel and strode down the hall… feeling proud and powerful.

And she had every right to feel prideful. She didn't rise to his bait. She refused to play his game by his rules. And in the process, she got him to reveal something in return…

Draco was most definitely involved, in some way or form, with the Death Eaters. He just knew too much. Enough to know what was apparently coming with the war… enough to warn her and try to entice her to join his side.

Ginny snorted. Fat chance of that ever happening. As if she would ever join the same side of such a pompous, pointy-nosed, arrogant-

Her thoughts were cut off by an invisible force that quite literally stopped her in her tracks. She didn't even get her full gasp of surprise out before it was tugging her to the side and into an alcove hidden behind a tapestry.

Her thoughts hadn't even caught up to the sudden location change yet before she found her back lightly pressed against the castle wall… and another moment before the floating head of one Harry Potter stared back at her.

There was only a second to take in the look in his eyes. They were heavy. Hot. Full of lust… before he launched forward and captured her lips in his. Her breath left her in a whoosh as she remained frozen underneath him, her lips unmoving as her brain tried to play catch up.

His lips were insistent against hers, demanding and greedy, something that she had only ever known her raven-haired boyfriend to be while they were snogging. Slowly, her awareness was starting to catch on. He wanted her to join in on this spontaneous romp in this hidden alcove… and she wanted herself to join in on it as well. In fact, she craved it.

She had just been about to eagerly participate in the clumsy and erratic pace he had chosen when he just as suddenly pulled away.

They were both panting.

Harry was gifting her with that heavy look in his eyes again. It did something to the stability of her knees as she was suddenly transported to last night. The look was the same one that he gave her when he boldly placed her hand on the bulge between his legs...

"Gin…" His voice was like pure liquid. It snapped her back to the present. "I need you."

She wasn't able to respond to such a request - demand? - as he immediately dove right back in, claiming her lips as though they rightfully belonged to him… which, Ginny reasoned, they did.

She was in full equal participation with him now. She enthusiastically opened her mouth to him and he instinctively took the hint as he plunged his tongue in her hot mouth. The dance their warring tongues set had no rhyme or reason. Ginny found that they didn't really need to, judging by the tingles that probing muscle of his gave her from inside her mouth… so much that she could feel it in her core.

Wetness pooled in her knickers.

Merlin, he was everywhere! His taste… his scent… his touch…

Oh by Merlin, his touch!

His fingers were currently grappling with the buttons on her shirt. He let out a grunt of impatience as he got caught on a stubborn one. Ginny would've laughed if she weren't currently burning with so much pent-up desire. When the last button was finally freed, Harry let out a groan in victory as his hands separated the fabric of her blouse before he reached up and pulled down the cups of her bra. Her breasts pooled out over the top of the lowered bust of the garment.

His hands were immediately upon them.

She gasped as she felt his palms press against her sensitive nipples, that she couldn't help the automatic response of jutting out her chest into his eager hands as she moaned wantonly. If she were in her right mind, she would've been embarrassed by her reactions to him… by how immediately she gave into his silent commands. By how easily he could play her body as though it were an instrument and he were a musical prodigy. Every brush of his fingers was the strumming of a note that compiled together to a beautiful melody, matching perfectly to the tone of dance they were currently partaking.

"Merlin, you're so sexy," Harry hissed against her lips as his hands left their home on her chest, Ginny groaned out in protest. Harry chuckled breathily against her lips, the warmth of it wafted onto her so intimately. Then, his hands were travelling down the expanse of her body to her legs. He hooked his fingers underneath both of her knees. She caught on immediately as to what he wanted and jumped up into his arms, using her back against the wall to help in her momentum. He caught her easily and together, they guided her legs around his waist where they crossed at her ankles, completely ensnaring him in her clutching embrace - though Harry seemed quite pleased by the entrapment judging by the way his fingers trailed up and down the bare skin of her thighs...

Harry broke the kiss again as he pulled back to look at her. His eyes were that dark forest green, nearly black, as they looked at her with a heavy weight that pinned her to place with his stare alone. Even if she happened to carry a desire to escape, she knew that it was impossible by that gleam in his eye.

She was his prisoner too… and she had never been so glad to ever be associated with such a term.

He flashed her an eager, crooked grin that matched that state of his lopsided glasses on his nose as he adjusted his hold on her… lowering her body just slightly until her soaked knickers were lined up with the bulge in his trousers.

They both let out gasps at the sensation. Though not the first time they had done this, it all still felt so new. Ginny was sure that right then that she would never quite get used to the feeling. It would always serve to send the butterflies thrashing around in her stomach like mad.

"Ready?" He asked breathily, there was a slight hesitation in his voice. As though he were still afraid that he was pushing her to a place she didn't already want to go with him. If he could read her mind, then he would know how much she really wanted this. How much she's been thinking about it all day. How pleased she is right now that she didn't have to wait until the end of the day to experience again what they did the night before.

She immediately gave a staggered nod of compliance.

His hands tightened their hold on her thighs just a mere moment before his hips started to rut against her.

So many sensations burst out of such a simple action. His hardness was rubbing right up against her heat at the apex of her thighs, thrusting against her clothed clit.

Their twin groans of pleasure filled the air.

Then, his mouth was latched onto the side of her neck, biting and sucking the skin into his mouth that sent that odd pair of duelling tingles of both pain and pleasure shooting down her spine.

She didn't know which way was up and which way was down anymore. If Harry weren't there to hold onto her, she would surely fall into an abyss.

She didn't know how much time had passed as his hips thrusted so deliciously against her. It could have been minutes or hours… for all that Ginny could tell, time evaded them in their own personal bubble.

She never wanted it to be popped.

"I-I'm sorry…" Harry apologised suddenly, his lips unlatched from the skin of her neck and were instead panting heavily against her hot and glistening skin.

Why was he apologising? She loved everything that he was doing. So much so that she never wanted it to end.

"I-I'm nearly there, Gin. I'm sorry, I'm-" Then his whole body tensed and his head fell back as he released a gasp. "Oh! Fuck. Merlin. Ginny!"

It was then that she understood. She could feel him twitching in his trousers against her center, and if nothing else, his face confirmed it.

Harry was beautiful as he orgasmed, Ginny decided as she watched him. He may not like the descriptive if she were to ever tell him but it was the honest truth. There was so much raw pleasure on his features. His emotions laid completely bare. It was like a window had opened for her to see into his soul. That she was finally allowed a glimpse past all of his constructed walls for once.

It took a bit of time before the tense look of pleasure relaxed on his features. And when it did, he peaked up at her, his gaze sheepish behind those crooked glasses of his. She unwrapped her legs from around his torso and his arms helped her as he slowly lowered her until her feet touched the ground.

Harry cleared his throat, his boldness now nowhere to be seen. "D- uh, did you, uh…?"

Understanding at his unspoken question reached her. She took a moment of consideration at how she should answer. She could lie and say that she did, indeed, find her own climax at the same time he did… but she couldn't do that to him. And besides that, she didn't think that she could think straight until she found some form of release sometime soon. He would be bound to notice...

So she shook her head at him, her eyes peeking up at him from underneath her eyelashes imploringly, trying to tell him with her gaze that it was alright.

A huff of irritation escaped him. A rough hand ran through his hair, causing his already messy hair to stand on end. It took her a moment to realise that he was actually put out with himself, not her. "I'm so sorry, Gin… Let me - I mean… Can I make it up to you?"

A gasp escaped her. "Really? You'd do that?"

She didn't know why, but she really wasn't expecting it at all… though now she could see how silly that assumption was. She'd caught on pretty quickly at how eager Harry actually was when it came to their newfound explorations… a fact that served to turn her legs to goo whenever she was reminded of it. To think, Harry Potter found her desirable. Her thirteen-year old self would have a spasm attack just at the thought.

There was a twinge of that heavy look in his eyes again as his hands came down to rest decidedly on her hips. Then, his head bent down so that his lips were right at her ear...

"I want to," His voice husked out in a raspy whisper, his warm breath tickled the little hairs on her lobe, sending shivers down her neck. "Do you?"

Her head rolled back of its own accord, resting against the castle wall. Her entire body suddenly felt like jelly. "Merlin, yes."

At her consent, he took that very lobe into his mouth and bit at it gently with his teeth. A strangled gasp escaped her. His mouth was so talented…

Then, his right hand left its place on her hip before it reappeared on the bare skin of her thigh.

Her nerve ends surged with a heat that did not burn. Goose-flesh appeared wherever the tips of his fingers met her overheated skin as they slowly slid up her inner thigh. She could feel her breath getting heavier to match the pace of her racing heart. Then his hand slid under her skirt and laid purchase on the top of her cotton white knickers.

He was going to be the death of her, this gorgeous boy…

His fingers lingered there for the barest of moments as his mouth meandered down her neck, away from her ear. But after that brief pause, he didn't waste any time. His hand slipped past the elastic, brushed past her pubic bone until he finally put his hand where she burned for him most.

Heavy breath escaped them both at the contact.

"Merlin, Gin… you're so wet." There was an incredulous edge to the awe that resounded in his husky voice, as though the mere thought of Ginny getting aroused by him was something that was unbelievable - unattainable. Well, he'd better banish that barmy thought from his mind because Ginny absolutely got turned on by him and there was nothing that he could do to change it. Though she had the sneaking suspicion that Harry would sooner jump from Gryffindor tower than change the fact that she got aroused by him and-

Her thoughts suddenly melted away to nothingness as his fingers inside of her panties started to move, spreading said wetness around on her lower lips.

"So smooth… Like silk." Harry muttered so quietly to himself, that Ginny thought that perhaps she wasn't meant to hear it. So she didn't respond… merely sighed contentedly as she leaned subconsciously further into his touch.

Then, she let out a gasp as his fingers wandered up to the little nub at the apex of her thighs. Her head started swimming. She was hardly even aware of herself anymore… her entire focus was on him.

His mouth was down to her collarbone now as his fingers started to move in a circular fashion on her clit. The friction was… amazing. If judging by the complete wonton moan that managed to escape from deep within her chest. Her eyes fluttered closed on their own volition and stars burst across her vision behind her closed eyes.

Involuntarily, her hands came down to grip tightly at his upper arms, desperately needing something to hold on to.

Ginny had touched herself in the past… majority of those sessions starred a certain raven-haired boy in the fantasies that helped to get her off.

But it felt so different now that the touch wasn't her own. More intense. Unpredictable.

His mouth now meandered its way lazily down to her breast. His tongue flicked out to circle around the protruding nipple before he took it into his mouth. She inhaled at the twin bouts of pleasure.

"Harry… Oh, Merlin. What are you doing to me?" She rasped as her hips started to gyrate against his hand, trying to seek out more of those tingling sensations that he was gifting her.

He groaned gutterully against her chest. It sounded like he was giving his approval to her vocalizations. He nipped deliberately at the nipple in his mouth. A jolt shot down her spine.

It didn't take her much longer to find herself on the edge. She had already been so worked up before when he had been thrusting against her that it didn't take much more to get her further than she had been.

Her nails dug into where she was clutching his arms. "I-I'm nearly… No, I'm there, Harry! I'm there!"

Harry unlatched his mouth from her breast at her declaration and straightened so that he could look her in the eyes as he watched her fall over the edge.

Their gazes locked so intensely as she climaxed. Her muscles contracted so deliciously at her center, the rippling waves so sharp and powerful as a long, gasping moan escaped her parted lips. It was the most bare and intimate moment of her life. He was literally watching her fall apart at the seams, and he seemed to be gratifying in it… soaking in everything that she was willing to give him.

She wanted to give him everything - anything.

He owned her completely - heart and soul.

She was panting heavily as she finally came down from her most intense climax to date, her chest heaved as she drew in breath-fulls of air. "That-That was amazing."

Their eyes connected again and there was no trace of the previous hesitation or sheepishness on his face from after he came without her. Now, his gaze held a touch of cockiness… pride in a job well done. And she couldn't deny that he had earned it. He had, after all, made her come.

Slowly, his hand left its place in the warmth of her knickers, leaving her feeling slightly bereft of his comforting touch as he had cupped her mound… but she also found herself too sensitive to be able to bear any more treatment to her clitoris until she had a moment to completely settle down from her high.

There was a pregnant pause in the air as they stared at one another… before they both seemed to have come to the mutual decision that they desperately needed to feel each other's lips. To feel that connection in order to ground them after such a vulnerable moment they had shared. His hands came up to frame her face as he desperately brought her forward until their mouths connected. The hand that had been in her panties still held a trace of her wet essence, but she couldn't find it in her at all to care that he was now clutching so desperately to her face with that very hand.

It was a hard and demanding kiss. But it was also slow. Reassuring. Each telling the other that this is still exactly what they wanted and that exposing themselves in such a manner didn't change a thing in the dynamic of their relationship… she was still Ginny and he was still Harry. If anything, it strengthened the bonds that tied them together.

Merlin, she loved him so much.

She didn't know how much time had passed but eventually, their kisses slowed to soft pecks and lingering traces of their fingers as they caressed each other's checks so delicately. Finally, Ginny pulled back just enough to be able to breathe, though his forehead still rested against hers. Their eyes opened and locked.

Good Godric, his green eyes were so mesmerizing. She could happily get lost in them for hours at a time.

"What time is it?" She asked him. It was jarring at how loud her voice sounded to her own ears after such an intense experience.

Harry shifted back slightly and waved his hand in the air, casting a silent and wandless tempus charm. It still struck her how powerful he is now… she sometimes forgot and then he would go and perform magic with such grace and ease that it left her in a state of awe. "It's 11:07."

Her eyes widened.

"Shite," Ginny cursed under her breath before she turned accusatory eyes up at him, "You made me late for class."

The smarmy bugger didn't even have the decency to look sorry as he smirked down at her. Her knees may have quivered a bit at the look, though she would never admit it to him aloud. Not when he could so clearly see the effect that he had on her. "Well, what class are you supposed to be in?"

"Hagrid's."

Harry's smile only grew. "Well, that's no trouble at all. Just tell him that the reason why you're late is because you were busy taming a beast."

Ginny gasped at the lewd innuendo and hit him on the chest in retaliation.

"What?" Harry asked, with a mock pout as he rubbed at the spot that she hit. "You don't have to tell him that the beast was in my trousers."

She couldn't hold back the chortle of laughter at that one as he waggled his dark eyebrows down at her mischievously. "Who are you and what have you done with my boyfriend? You know, the moody, handsome bloke that usually has an ansty chip on his shoulder and frowns at the open air? Ring any bells?"

"Oh, him? I told him to sod off. You should really consider breaking things off with him and go out with me instead. We have fun together, don't we?"

His hand tickled her side and Ginny immediately fought to squirm away from the touch. She giggled at his playfulness, as it was contagious. She wished that it was possible for him to be able to be like this all of the time… but a goal like that simply wasn't feasible due to the fact that he was Harry Potter - The Chosen One. He had responsibilities to bear that were heavier than what anyone else in the Wizarding Community had to worry about carrying. But what really amazed her was his strength. He didn't let the weight of all that responsibility crush him… he used it to make him even stronger. But she could still see the strain and worry in his eyes when he thought that no one was looking. It was the reason why she was no longer pushing him to tell her the details of the upcoming war. Yes, he promised but she had to trust that he would tell her in due time…

Besides, right now she was too busy enjoying his new carefree attitude as of late. She didn't much desire mucking that up by discussing the war with him.

So, she didn't mention it. Instead, she leaned forward and kissed him sweetly on those soft lips of his. Her chin brushed his and that was when she noticed how scratchy his face had gotten. He'd forgotten to shave this morning, either that or he hadn't the time. Why did the idea of that give her such butterflies?

When she pulled back, it was to grin at him invitingly as she hooked her fingers through the belt loops of his trousers. "What do you say to skiving off class so that we can have more of that… fun together?"

Harry groaned painfully at the purposeful look she was giving him. Ginny almost smirked triumphantly. Good. He should be just as affected by her as she was with him.

"I… can't," His mouth formed the words but his eyes said that he wanted to do the exact opposite. "I've got Flitwick next and he'll definitely notice if I'm gone."

Ginny openly pouted at him.

Then, she was grabbed roughly by the hips and was pulled forward so that the front of her skirt was pressed against the hard bulge in the front of his trousers… She gasped. He was hard again? So soon? Those butterflies in her stomach suddenly became violent as they bounced around in there without any care.

"But believe me when I say this," Harry spoke in that low, husky voice of his that always made her knees weak. "As soon as classes are done and over with this evening, my hand will be inside of those knickers of yours."

It was her turn to groan as her eyes fluttered closed by just the picture he had painted in her head. She wanted what he just said so badly. Newfound wetness gathered at her center. Merlin. She's going to have to change said knickers before the day is even half over…

"If you don't stop saying such things to me, then I'll make you skip class with me," Ginny warned as she opened her half-lidded eyes to gaze up at him, her mind a complete daze.

Harry chuckled. "How do you suppose you would go about making me?"

Ginny grinned deviously. "I have my ways."

Intrigued, Harry raised a single, dark brow at her. "Pray tell, Miss. Weasley."

"By using my womanly wiles, of course," Ginny grinned as she leaned further away from him with her back against the wall, pushing her still-exposed chest up slightly. Harry's gaze zeroed in on her breasts, his pupils dilated as the green hue of his eyes darkened to a forest green. "And if that doesn't work-"

"It would," Harry interrupted, his eyes never leaving her chest.

Ginny chuckled but continued on as though she hadn't heard him, "If that doesn't work, I've found that jealousy tends to work wonders with you, Mr. Potter."

His eyes shot up to connect with hers in surprise. But then, he could see the mirth in her own gaze and his entire form visibly relaxed. "Got it all planned out, eh? I'm curious, who would you use to make me jealous and what story would you make up?"

Ginny snorted. "I haven't got to make up anything. Malfoy literally just asked me to end things with you before you pulled me in he-."

The look on his face caused her to clamp up immediately. She spoke before thinking…her and her big mouth.

"He… what?!" Harry hissed, incensed. There was an angry redness that was crawling up his neck.

"Don't worry," She immediately tried to placate him, her hands planted themselves flat on his chest. Her thumbs drew comforting circles. By the look on his face, she wasn't doing a very good job of getting him to calm down on the matter... "I told him to shove it and his money-"

"H-His money?!"

Did she like the taste of feet in her mouth?

"It doesn't matter, Harry." She finally deadpanned as she reached up to grab his face in both of her hands, trying to coax him to just focus on her.

"D-Doesn't matter? Are you daft? Malfoy makes the moves on you and you think that it doesn't matter?!"

Ginny frowned. "He didn't make the moves on me. He… He was trying to get me to join his side. To renounce my blood-traitor status."

Harry scoffed. "And what do you suppose he had planned for after he convinced you? A death eater picnic in the park?"

She felt her temper rising, she dropped her hands from his face as though he had somehow shocked her with an electric volt. "What do you mean after he convinced me? I would never join his side! What sort of person do you think I am?"

She pushed up the cups of her bra and was working to haphazardly button up her wrinkly blouse.

His hands stopped her. "Wait."

Against her will, she looked up at him. He was looking back at her, his head ducked and his gaze imploring and apologetic. "I'm sorry. Don't be angry."

She let out a heavy sigh before she looked up at him with a hard stare. "I hate it when you get like that, you know."

He nodded understandingly. "I know… but I can't help it sometimes, Gin… But hey, it worked. You managed to make me jealous."

His dark brows raised with his silent inquiry. "So, uh… Since you managed that… Do you - want to, that is?"

Instinctively, she knew what it was that he was trying to say… he was asking her to join him in skiving off classes, afterall. She stared at him, her face somewhat drawn. He made it really difficult to stay put out with him when he acted so adorable like that… but there was a part of her that wanted to stay miffed. If only to prove a point.

Ginny let out a hefty sigh before her hands started on the buttons on her blouse once again. His eyes watched her fingers as they worked on one button at a time, with his forehead creased and his eyebrows drawn. "I've got Snape after Hagrid… So, I'd better not risk losing track of time."

"Oh." Harry responded, his voice both hesitant and disappointed - though she could tell that he was trying not to show it. "Uh, that's alright… We'll spend time together tonight though, right?"

She nodded at first, but then paused and shook her head. "I've got homework that I've got to work on. I'm meeting a group in the library this evening because I missed getting the assignment in class."

There was a beat.

"Well, uh, what about afterward? Can I - I mean… are you coming to my dorm tonight?"

Ginny bit her lip before she peaked up at him. The desperate, imploring look in his gaze caused her heart to melt a bit.

She nodded at him, still hesitant but knowing that it was the right choice when he smiled down at her in relief. He bent down to kiss her cheek before he straightened and took both of her hands in his. "Sorry I was a prat."

She didn't want to tell him that it was alright - she didn't want to encourage any future prattish behaviour, after all - so she simply smiled up at him slightly and replied, "Apology accepted. Though, the truth is, I would probably have a difficult time of falling asleep without you, now."

Harry grinned down at her, his hands squeezed hers. "Good. I need every advantage I can get. Merlin knows that I'm bound to mess up in the future."

She mock glared up at him as he chuckled and bent down to kiss her nose. When he pulled back, his face slowly morphed to one of deep thought.

"What is it?" She asked.

He sighed and dropped one of her hands so that he could run it roughly through his wild hair. "I'm going to be honest here, Gin… I'm gonna have a little… chat with Malfoy about boundaries and staying away from you. You may not like it but it will keep driving me mad to know that he thinks he can just approach you like that whenever he wants."

Ginny frowned. He was right. She didn't much like the idea… but… if it happened to help put his mind at ease and managed to take one less worry out from that gorgeous head of his, then why should she oppose?

She had been quiet for a moment. Before she finally nodded.

"Alright."

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A/N: Please leave a review! :)

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