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This chapter is for Hills — feel like she's been waiting for this to happen for a while!

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CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND TWELVE:

Ginny grabbed Hermione's arm as she steered her up towards her own dormitory that evening. The two of them settled on Ginny's bed. KJ rose her brow before turning to talk to Romilda. Romilda Vane had done nothing but give Ginny death glares since Harry had kissed her in front of the whole school, so at this point, Ginny just found it second nature. She could deal with the death glares, especially since she knew that Romilda wasn't stupid enough to try anything with her or Harry again — not after the love potion fiasco. Ginny tugged the curtains closed around them after KJ and Romilda did the same before she turned to her friend.

"Spill it."

Hermione only stared at her. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ginny only rolled her eyes. "And now she's lying to me."

Hermione blew her hair out of her eyes. "It was nothing!"

"A pretty big nothing."

"You don't even know what you're talking about."

"You're right, I don't, because someone isn't sharing — but I can assure you, my imagination is talking very well."

"I'm tired, Ginny, like Ron said," Hermione replied, crossing her arms in front of her chest.

Ginny only continued to scrutinize her before she spoke. "Ron is a ridiculously good liar except for one tell-tale sign: Every time he lies, his left ear twitches. It doesn't matter how big the lie. He can eat the bacon off my plate and then tell me Harry did it, and his ear twitches. When he told me that you were tired… his ear twitched."

Hermione blushed. "I am tired!"

"And…"

"Ginny!"

Ginny bit her lip as she sat back on her legs. "You don't have to tell me, Hermione. I told you, I have a good imagination; when you say that the room appeared for you because you wanted to lie down… after seeing how long it took Neville concentrating on it, my mind thinks that you must have wanted to lie down for a reason — perhaps because you and my brother were… chatting?"

"It was a fluke!" she exclaimed, covering her mouth with her hands as if she'd surprised herself.

Ginny's grin widened. "You kissed! I knew it! Did he kiss you? Or you him?"

Hermione bit her bottom lip, shaking her head. "No — we — it can't happen!"

Ginny only stared at her friend. "Why the hell not?"

Hermione blew her hair out of her eyes. "Ginny, Ron and I are too different. It would never work out."

"Yes, you're different," Ginny said carefully. "But you balance each other and that's just as important."

Hermione shook her head. "No, we're friends and we… no. It was a fluke. It won't happen a third time."

"A third time!" Ginny exclaimed.

"There may have been another incident, months ago, and we forgot about it… it's not important."

Ginny stared at her friend for a long moment. "I know that Harry and I are different and that we've essentially been waiting for each other longer than we were both willing to admit. But you fancied Ron in third year."

"Well… I — only for a little bit."

"And you're the one who told me that you were hoping he'd ask you to the Yule Ball before you met Viktor."

Hermione let out a slow sigh. That was true, but that was years ago now. "Viktor made me realize that me fancying Ron was just silly. He's one of my best friends and I wouldn't change that for the world. He was there for me when Viktor died and he's been nothing but supportive."

"Are his kisses bad? Is that why you're writing him off? I mean, I saw him sucking face with Lavender…"

"No! His…" she flushed as spoke. "The first time he… no, no, not at all."

Ginny watched her for a moment and grinned. "Interesting."

Hermione shook her head, eyes meeting her friend's. "All right, enough about this fluke that we will never bring up again because it will never happen again. Tell me about you and Harry."

Ginny leaned back against her pillow and smiled. "He told me that he loves me."

Hermione beamed at her. "Really?"

Ginny nodded. "I love him, Hermione. I mean, I've always loved him and I think that I've been in love with him a lot longer than I realized, and yet it seems so fast. We've been dating three months but it…"

"He's the other half of your coin, you two share a soul. I always thought so."

"Share a soul?"

Hermione smiled. "It's something that my mum always said. She said that when you find that special person who you're supposed to be with, it's like you share a soul between you. You're the other half of each other's coin and you need each other as much as you need to breathe your next breath. I always thought you and Harry were like that. Even when you were both in complete denial over the other potentially having feelings, you needed each other. A touch here, a word there… you were always there within each other's reach, even when you were dating other people."

"Oh," she said, her cheeks heating. "That's kind of deep and romantic."

"And true," Hermione said. "So, what happened after he told you he loved you?"

Ginny blushed. "We… he had a nightmare first and he snuck up here, into my dorm."

"How?"

"In his Animagus. He had no trouble getting up the stairs. He came up and woke me and I could see it in his eyes, you know? I urged him to climb into bed with me and I just held him. He fell asleep and when he woke he told me about his dream and then he just… he told me and when he said the words, I realized that I already knew."

Hermione smiled. "I'm so happy for you two!"

Ginny nodded, biting her bottom lip. "And then we… he took off my shirt and… Hermione, he did things to my breasts with his mouth and hands and tongue and I… I had an orgasm. I've never had one before… I mean… it felt so… good and… naughty," she admitted. "And then he was, you know, grinding his hips against me and he… we were still dressed…"

"How did it make you feel?"

"Good," Ginny told her. "I know that he's nervous about doing things with me to some extent because of what happened with Tom, but he… I'm not afraid with him, Hermione. I know that he will never hurt me. I want him to touch me and I want to touch him and sometimes how much I want it scares me a little."

"I can relate to that," Hermione said. "I used my hands on Viktor once and… it was so sexy and naughty and I wanted the chance to try it again, but I never got that opportunity. But I think if it's the right person, if you feel comfortable with them, you should do what you want and what they want as long as you're both ready. Don't you think?"

Ginny thought about her friend's words for a long moment before she answered. "Yes, yes I do." She tucked her hair behind her ear and grinned at her friend. "Would asking Theo for advice be tactless?"

Hermione chuckled. "Not if he knows what he's doing."

Ginny grinned at her friend. Theo most definitely knew what he was doing. It gave her a lot to think about. She snuck a look at Hermione who was plaiting her hair down her left side. She was going to keep an eye on Hermione and her brother for the next little bit as she was pretty certain that Hermione was going to be in for one hell of a surprise. If there was one thing Ginny Weasley knew, it was that the two of them kissing was most definitely not a fluke, and she couldn't wait for Hermione to find that out.

No matter how long it took.

~ ASC ~

It wasn't until the Friday after Valentine's Day that Sirius found time to talk to Scrimgeour about the coins. Sirius finished explaining the commander coin with their subservient soldier coins to Rufus Scrimgeour that afternoon. The man's face was contorted in concentration but he gave no tells as to what he was thinking. Scrimgeour examined the coins carefully, his thumb brushing over the edge where the information had appeared curiously. Finally, after what felt like forever, he looked up at Sirius.

"A sixteen-year-old-witch came up with this?"

"Essentially," Sirius said easily.

"And how did she think of it?"

"They were discussing the concept of the Dark Mark."

Scrimgeour shook his head. "I honestly don't have words."

"But you like it?"

"I think it's bloody perfect," Scrimgeour stated. "This is exactly the kind of thing we've been looking for. It will help us get people in place when the time comes and in the meantime, we can use it for drills to see how fast people react when they are called. You said that you can get more of these fake coins?"

Sirius nodded. "Yes, I spoke to Fred and George Weasley about it on Monday. They are willing to make as many of the fake Galleons as we request, each embedded with a stamp that says GWCS in honour of the communication coin creators."

"Two bloody teenagers," he muttered, dropping the coins into Sirius' hand. "Incredible. We have witches and wizards working in defensive research who haven't come up with anything like this. It seems the new generation is bringing in the good ideas."

"It seems so," Sirius added, tucking the coins away. "I spoke to Hermione and she's willing to charm the coins as needed, but that's a lot of work on top of her OWL year."

Scrimgeour waved his hand. "Yes, yes, she'll be paid accordingly by the Defence Department. I'll speak to the treasurer and we'll work something out. After all, as you said - they created the thing and deserve recognition."

"The Weasleys are willing to drop the price of the fake Galleons down to two Knuts a coin if you up it to five hundred."

"Blimey, those blokes are really making a buck from the Ministry, aren't they?"

Sirius shrugged. "Well, when genius sets in, they know what they're doing."

Scrimgeour agreed to the terms and Sirius grinned as the Auror walked away. It seemed that things were coming together. He couldn't wait to tell Harry that his friends would not only receive recognition from the coin idea, but financial benefit as well.

~ ASC ~

When Saturday came around, Harry was incredibly curious as to why Sirius needed him. He hadn't heard anything back from his father since he had called him four days ago and when he showed up in the entrance hall to meet him, he found Sirius bouncing in his shoes.

"Harry! Great!" Sirius exclaimed, tossing an arm around his shoulders even though Harry was taller than him now by two inches. "Thank you for meeting me!"

Harry only nodded, his eyes on his father as he followed him out of the castle and towards Hogsmeade. "What's going on? You're acting so weird!"

Sirius grinned. "I'll explain when we get there."

"Is it about Voldemort?"

Sirius shook his head. "For once, it has absolutely nothing to do with him. Hold onto me, I'll Apparate us."

Harry only did as he was told and they soon appeared in the small village near Remus' cottage. "Are we going to see Uncle Rem, because I think that he was in his office this morning…?"

Sirius shook his head, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Zee and I are going to spend next weekend at your villa in Barbados and we're looking forward to it, but when I told her on Valentine's Day that we were going away for the weekend — it just hit me, Harry. I'm ready. In fact, I think that I've been ready for a while now, but she wasn't and now… I want this."

Harry raised an eyebrow. "I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I want to ask Zee to marry me."

Harry's eyes widened in surprise as instant happiness soared through him. "Really?"

Sirius nodded. "I've been thinking about it a lot since Christmas. Zee and I, we talked about it in passing after Remus and Tonks got married, but neither of us was quite ready, but now, I am and… I think that she is, too." He pointed to the little jewellery shop at the end of the street. "Remus said that the lady in there is amazing and if I'm going to find her the perfect ring, we should do it together. Zee's taking on the both of us, after all."

Harry grinned widely, moving to hug Sirius. "This is the best news!"

Sirius let out a breath of relief. "I'm glad you think so. I love her, Harry. She's everything I never knew that I wanted — that I never knew I needed — and she loves you so much. We're a family and I want to make that official. I want to be her husband. I want her to be my wife."

"I never thought that this day would come," Harry told him honestly.

Sirius shrugged, rubbing a hand over his rapidly beating heart. "Yeah, neither did I. Ready to help me pick out the perfect ring?"

As they headed to the store, Harry thought he was more than ready to help his father do anything that included asking Zee to marry him.

The elderly woman who greeted them, smiled warmly. "Good morning, gentlemen. Can I help you find anything today?"

Sirius shoved his hands into his pockets. "Are you Mrs Copper?" At her nod, he continued. "A friend of mine had you design an engagement ring for him last summer with a moonstone in it?"

"Ah, the wolf," Mrs Copper said. "The ring was quite immaculate; was he not satisfied with it?"

"No, no," Sirius told her. "It's beautiful and absolutely perfect for his wife. They both love it. After seeing your work, I was hoping that you could help me design one for my woman."

She smiled kindly, slipping her glasses on from where they hung from around her neck. "I'd be delighted. What did you have in mind?"

Sirius grinned. "I don't even know where to start if I'm honest."

Mrs Copper smiled kindly. "Well, let's start with cost. How much are you looking to spend?"

"Money is no problem."

Her smile widened. "Then we have infinite options. The wolf wanted pink diamonds and a moonstone. Is your woman a diamond kind of woman?"

"I'd drench her in diamonds if she'd let me," he told her. "I want diamonds."

"Now, there's many different kinds of metals to choose from," she said, showcasing the different types in the display case before her. "We have yellow gold, white gold, rose gold, or platinum."

Sirius glanced over at Harry. "What do you think?"

"I think Zee would like white gold the best."

"I agree," Sirius said. "She has beautiful caramel skin that looks great with white gold."

Mrs Copper smiled. "White gold it is. Now we need to choose a setting. The most common setting is usually the three-stone. Are you looking for something a little different?" At his nod, she continued, opening the display before her. "Depending on what you choose, these are the options. I can shape the diamond any way that you'd like, into almost any shape imaginable. Why don't the two of you browse that display on the left and get a feel for some of my designs and then we'll chat some more."

Sirius nodded as he and Harry moved over to the display she suggested. The rings were shining in beautiful splendour as they looked them over. "A pear-shape is nice," Sirius said absently.

Harry smiled. "It is, but it's not really Zee." He pointed to one in the top left corner. "Look, that one is shaped like a star — you're always joking that you're a star."

"I am a star, Harry," Sirius said seriously. "It is literally my name." But he bent to look closer at the ring in question.

Mrs Copper moved over to see what they were looking at. "Ah, the cathedral star halo set, very beautiful. The centre diamond gleams and the smaller diamonds encompassing the centre make the star shape. That is one of the most expensive sets."

"Price isn't a problem," Sirius told her again.

She nodded and waved her wand around, and soft gold dust began to form a design of the ring in the air. "White gold, cathedral star halo with a diamond… I usually recommend adding diamonds along the side of the ring like this, as it makes the star really sparkle," she said, her wand weaving the dust into a design.

Sirius' breath hitched at the sight. It was beautiful. The way the light reflected off the diamonds was breathtaking, and he could immediately imagine it on her finger — him slipping it onto her finger — and he knew that it was the ring. "That's it."

Harry grinned. From the way that Sirius' eyes had lit up at the sight of it, he knew that it was the right ring. "She's going to love it, Uncle Siri."

Sirius smiled at him. "Yeah, I think she is."

Mrs Copper made a copy of the design before she waved it away. "All right, let's pick out the diamond."

Thirty minutes later, they left the shop and Sirius was grinning like a fool.

"If Zee ever finds out how much money you spent on that ring, she'll hex you."

Sirius only kept grinning at him. "Well, I'm certainly not going to tell her."

"So it's going to take a week or so to make it. When are you going to ask her?" Harry asked.

Sirius rolled his shoulders. "When you come home from school for Easter weekend. It's right before her birthday and… I want you there with me when I ask her."

Harry stared at him in surprise. "Really?"

Sirius put an arm around his son's shoulders, tugging him close. "She's not just marrying me, Harry, she's taking you on as well. I know that you don't need a mum. I know that you're old enough to take care of yourself for the most part. But when I marry her, she will be your de facto mother and I know that you already see her as a mum anyway. Let's make it official all around."

Harry grinned. "I'd like to be there."

"Good," Sirius said happily. "You can hold the ring box out."

"Aren't you going to get down on one knee?"

Sirius snorted. "You know, you're pushing your luck here."

Harry laughed as they walked down the street. "She's going to love the ring and she's definitely going to say yes."

He smiled. "I hope so. She's the best thing to ever happen to me, outside of you. I love her more than I can put into words."

"What are you going to engrave on the ring?" Harry asked him. "Mrs Copper said that she could put anything you'd like on it."

"I have a few ideas. Now, obviously, tell no one of this," he began and when Harry opened his mouth to respond, Sirius sighed. "Fine, Ginny — but no one else. I want it to be a surprise! We're going to ask her the first night you come home. When I pick up the ring, I'll show it to you. Deal?"

Harry nodded. "Deal."

"Good. Now, I have a message for you to pass on to Hermione and Ron," Sirius said. "The Ministry loves the GWCS coins. I spoke to Fred and George and they are going to make a batch of them with GWCS carved into the heads. The Ministry will be sending documents for Ron and Hermione each to sign and they are going to be financially compensated for the creation."

"Bloody hell — really?"

Sirius nodded. "Really. I know Ron doesn't think he did much, but he helped Hermione cement the idea and gave the names for commander and solider coins, which means he is getting part credit for the invention. The lump sum will be divided sixty-forty, in favour of Hermione, and Hermione will be paid on top of the lump sum as she will be charming each new coin for the Ministry as needed. As I said, documents will be arriving for them within the next week. I want you and Neville to go over the documents with them and don't let them sign until they are fully satisfied."

"Blimey, Ron's going to be through the roof!" Harry told him. "Do you know how much they're getting?"

"A good amount," Sirius said with a smile. "They deserve it. You and Neville can help them sort through everything. Okay?"

"Okay," Harry said. He couldn't believe that his two best friends were the genius behind these new communication devices that the Ministry of Magic was going to use. It was pretty wicked.

"So, how have things been with Ginny?" Sirius asked, his eyes on his son.

"Good," Harry told him, his lips curving into a smile at just the sound of his girlfriend's name.

"Uh-huh," Sirius said. "Well, when you two were — ahem — studying the other night when I called, just how in depth of a study session was it?"

"We were studying."

"Yes, each other," he repeated his eyes twinkling in laughter.

Harry blushed.

"Do I need to make sure that you can practice the contraceptive charm again?"

"No! We haven't... we aren't..."

Sirius nodded, surprised at the relief that coursed through him. "Good. But when you're both ready, I want you both to be prepared, whether that's next week or next year, got it?"

"Yes." He was quiet for a minute before he looked at his godfather. "I love her."

Sirius smiled at his son's words. "I've known that for years. It's nice to see you admit it. Have you told her?"

Harry nodded, looking at his father as they reached the edge of the forest. "Last week... I had a nightmare and I just needed... her. She calms me, Uncle Sirius. I just feel better when she's in my arms."

"And?" Sirius prompted.

"I fell asleep in her bed," Harry told him. "Did you know that if you change into an animal, the stairs don't recognize gender?"

Sirius' eyes widened. "No… clever. So you were in her bed…?"

"Yes," Harry said. "And I fell asleep and when I woke, I told her about my nightmare, and I just looked at her and… I knew. She told me that she loved me back."

"Yeah? It's a pretty incredible feeling, isn't it? Hearing those words from the woman you love."

"I felt like I could fly without a broom," he admitted with a grin.

Sirius chuckled. "I'm glad to hear it."

"Uncle Sirius?"

"Harry," he said back.

"I saw her tits."

Sirius glanced at his son in surprise as Harry's cheeks flushed. "Oh?"

"They're magnificent," he said, almost in reverent awe.

Sirius chuckled. "And you never saw..."

Harry shook his head. "Only in the pictures you have in the work shed. I was... you know, playing with them and… stuff, and she... I didn't even..."

"She had an orgasm?" Sirius finished for him.

Harry nodded. "It was... wow. That time with Mandy it was... it was so fast and so unexpected, and she did all the work, you know, it didn't even compare… but this... I made it happen."

Sirius smiled at him and draped an arm over his shoulders, "Welcome to Manhood. I consider it an official stepping stone, making your woman come for you. But I still stress caution and being careful. I am too young and too damn good-looking to be a grandfather yet."

Harry laughed. "We're not ready for that."

"Good," Sirius said, relaxing his shoulders. "So, did you get her anything for Valentine's Day?"

Harry shook his head. "She told me not to. She said that it's just a day so not to bother. It was on Wednesday anyway and we had classes and I barely saw her. We're going to have our date when I get back. She said nothing special, as it's just a day."

Sirius raised a brow. "That is a dirty lie. Come with me. We'll find something perfect."

It only took them thirty minutes and Harry was surprised by his father's tenacity. As soon as he saw it, he knew that it was perfect. The owner quickly charmed the gift for him and he slipped it into his pocket.

"Now go, find your woman and spend your Valentine's Day with her."

"Are you doing the same with Zee?"

"We celebrated on Wednesday." Sirius told him. "Now beat it! Go find your girlfriend and take her out somewhere special."

Harry grinned at him. "I will. Uncle Siri?"

"Yeah?"

"Proposing to Zee is the best decision you've ever made."

Sirius grinned. "I couldn't agree more."

~ ASC ~

It only took Harry fifteen minutes to find his girlfriend sitting in a large booth in Three Broomsticks with Colin and Luna. He slid in next to her, and when she turned to say hi, he kissed her deeply - just long enough to make Colin whistle before he pulled away.

"I'm sorry, I'm late."

Ginny's eyes fluttered open and she bit her bottom lip. "Everything okay?"

"Everything's great," he said, kissing her again. He took her hand in his before he turned to Colin and Luna. "Sorry to interrupt, but I have delayed Valentine's Day plans with my girlfriend long enough."

Colin grinned. "I suppose - just this once - we can tolerate you stealing her away."

"Thanks, Colin. Have a good day, you two!"

Ginny only goggled at him as he tugged her out of the booth and out into the street. Then, he pulled her through into an alley before he kissed her again.

"What is going on with you?" she asked, sliding her hands up his back as she tilted her head back. "I didn't even think that I would see you at all and here you are just over two hours later."

Harry bent his head to kiss her lips again. "I can't miss my first Valentine's Day with you, and Uncle Sirius says that he's sorry for taking me away."

Ginny smiled up at him. "He's forgiven. I know it must have been something big for him to insist on it."

Harry grinned down at her. "We picked out an engagement ring."

Ginny's eyes widened. "Really?"

He nodded. "It's like a star, which is kind of brilliant considering Uncle Sirius is always claiming that he's a star. It's beautiful — and she's going to go crazy over it."

"Harry, that's wonderful!" Ginny exclaimed, hugging him. "You'll have a real mum!"

He shrugged. "I already do, but I like that he wants to make it official."

Ginny took his arm to lead him down the street. "When is he going to propose?"

"Not until Easter," Harry told her, explaining how Sirius wanted him to be there and how it was right before Zee's birthday. "He said that I could tell you, but no one else."

Ginny snuck a look at him. "I love how happy it makes you."

Harry stopped before he bent to kiss her nose. "Almost as happy as you make me."

Ginny's cheeks flushed in the cold as soft snowflakes latched in her hair. Harry adjusted her toque over her ears, bending to kiss her again.

"I love you, Ginny Weasley."

Ginny locked her arms around his neck, standing on her toes to meet his lips. "I love you, Harry Potter."

They stood there kissing in the snow for the longest time before Harry pulled back. "So, how's your day been?"

Ginny linked her hand with his as they began to walk through the cobblestone streets. "Good. I met Theo's Finn."

"And?"

"He's really nice," she told him. "He's incredibly handsome and completely besotted with Theo. He's always touching him: His hand, his arm, his hair. He's attentive to him and when he talks, Finn looks like he would sit there and listen to Theo tell him the process of drying paint and not be bored."

Harry chuckled. "So, he's good for him, then?"

"Better than," Ginny said. "Finn makes him so happy, and as new as their relationship is, they've been writing each other for months. Now they write twice a day. It feels like they've been together a while already."

"So the fairy prince has the Weasley Seal of Approval then?"

Ginny elbowed him lightly. "I just want him to be happy, Harry."

"Me too." Harry stopped in his tracks, bending his head to kiss her cheek. "So, for our first Valentine's Day, I have to make it special."

"No," Ginny said softly. "It's just a day, Harry. Being with you is all I need."

"But it's —"

"— Just you," she interrupted, kissing him again. "Let's go for a walk."

Harry let her lead him down the street of the village, past his classmates, and out towards the Shrieking Shack. It was quiet and open, and Ginny hurried towards the fence to look at the house.

"Do you ever look at it and wonder why the villagers are still afraid of it? It's been silent for two decades now."

"Well, minus our little trip two years ago… they may have heard some howling and thought the worst all over again."

Ginny laughed, glancing back at him over her shoulder. She bent down to scoop snow into her hands, and Harry shook his head.

"Don't even think about it."

Her eyes twinkled at him and he dodged the snowball that went flying past his shoulder.

"Oh, this means war."

She shrieked in laughter as he bent to make his own snowball before she hurried off towards the trees. It wasn't long before he was chasing her, and the snowballs flew at each other. Harry got a mouthful of snow from her Chaser arm and Ginny's back was covered in snow as she ran, laughing. Harry held a snowball in his hand as he ran after her, increasing his speed until he dove forward, grabbing her arm and tugging her down.

Ginny didn't go down easily. She shoved him and they rolled, wrestling in the soft, cold blanket of freshly fallen snow until Harry pinned her arms above her head and straddled her.

"I win."

Ginny rolled her hips and watched his eyes cross before she smirked. "Did you now?"

"Minx," he murmured, bending his head to kiss her.

A second before his lips met hers, she was rewarded with a face full of snow. "Harry!"

Then he was up and gone.

Ginny scrambled to her feet and ran after him. Not long after, she grinned triumphantly when she shoved him against the tree in front of the shack. Harry was laughing as his cheek rested against the cold bark as his girlfriend's hands sat at his waist.

"You didn't see it coming?"

Ginny snuck a look at him from under her lashes. "Maybe… did you?"

He barely raised an eyebrow before cold snow was shoved down the back of his pants, slipping over his bum. He bellowed. Ginny laughed again as she ran off, and this time, when he caught her, she let him. He backed her towards another tree, pressing his body against hers. They were both breathless from the cold as he crushed his lips to hers.

Ginny moaned against him, his warm lips heating her from the inside out. Her hands slid up his back into his hair and he lifted her, sliding her up the tree. He grinned when her legs locked around his waist. Harry's hands slid into her hair, wet and clumped with snow, his lips meeting hers over and over until they pulled apart, gasping for breath.

Harry stared at her. Her cheeks and nose were flushed from the cold, her lips swollen from his. Her chocolate eyes were dancing at him and the look in them made his cock grow harder. He kissed the four freckles above her left eye and she smiled at him.

"Hot chocolate?"

"Yes, please," Ginny said, kissing him again.

Harry held her against the tree, delighting in the soft kisses that made him yearn for more. She was warm against him, soft and layered in her winter garb, and he suddenly very much wanted to remove the layers. He kissed her once more before gently putting her back on her feet.

"Hot chocolate, right…" he said, tugging out his wand. He sent a Patronus off to Dobby and Ginny's eyes met his in question. "Let me have one surprise for Valentine's Day."

Ginny smiled at him. "When did you become all giddy about a mushy holiday?"

"Around the time I remembered my girlfriend compared my eyes to a fresh-pickled toad."

"Harry!" she groaned. "We said that we wouldn't discuss that!"

His eyes twinkled at her. "But my hair is as dark as a blackboard!"

He gasped when her fingers dug into his ribs.

"Stop! You said that you wouldn't bring it up!"

Harry cried out as she continued to tickle him mercilessly. "Divine —" he said in between gasps. "— hero who conquered —"

Ginny shoved her hand over his mouth. "Prat."

He kissed her hand and her eyes softened. "I thought it was sweet."

"Liar," she retorted as he chuckled.

Harry smiled at her. "Let's go back to the castle and get that hot chocolate, shall we?"

Ginny linked her arm with his and they headed back up the path, both of them still covered in snow and shivering in the chilly air. He listened with a smile as Ginny filled him in on her morning with Colin and Luna, and how Colin was spending the day taking winter photos of the village. She told him that she'd seen Ron, Hermione, and Neville heading into The Three Broomsticks and how Dean and Seamus had been in a booth together in the corner.

They entered the warmth of the entrance way, stomping their boots on the floor to get the bulk of the snow off before heading up the stairs.

"Aren't we going to the kitchens?"

Harry shook his head as he took her hand. "No, I had a better idea."

Ginny let him lead her up to their tower room, and her eyes widened in surprise when she saw what was there. A long table was set up against the wall, covered in sweets. There were three different kinds of ice cream to choose from (chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry) along with fudge and caramel syrup, candy sprinkles, chocolate rosebuds, freshly sliced strawberries, and bananas. There were chocolate chip biscuits and fudge brownies, treacle tart and apple tarts, chocolate strawberry cheesecake, chocolate pudding, and lemon meringue pie. To top it all off, there was a chocolate fondue fountain with marshmallows and pretzels.

Ginny looked back at him in amazement. "What…"

"Having a personal elf really helps me set up the perfect surprise," he said easily, tucking his gloves into his pocket before picking up a marshmallow and dipping it in the chocolate fondue. "And I thought instead of a romantic dinner for two, let's have a dessert buffet." He held the chocolate dipped marshmallow out to her, gently brushing the chocolate over her lips. "Want a bite?"

Ginny let him put the marshmallow in her mouth, savouring the taste before she swallowed and he crushed his lips to hers, licking the chocolate from the corners of her mouth.

"Hmm, you taste good dipped in chocolate."

Heat seared through Ginny as her eyes met his.

Harry unwrapped her scarf, letting it drop to the ground, followed by her gloves and her toque. His fingers drifted across her throat, stroking to the back and then around again and when he let go, she felt something sitting there. She reached up to touch it and felt the chain. Her eyes widened.

Harry smiled. "Happy Valentine's Day, Ginny."

Ginny looked down to see a delicate gold chain with a cursive "g" that sat just above her breasts.

"It's beautiful," she breathed. "I didn't… I told you - I don't need gifts."

Harry shrugged. "Makes me want to give you more. I remember how greedy you are on your birthday for presents."

She chuckled. "My birthday is a different story; gifts are a must." She stood on her toes and kissed him. "Thank you. I love it."

"You're welcome," he said, reaching for a slice of banana and dipping it into the chocolate fondue and holding it out to her lips. "Dessert?"

Ginny accepted the fruit with a smile as he kept his eyes on hers and he unfastened her cloak, slipping it over her shoulders and down to the floor. His fingers unzipped her jacket, slipping it off and over and then her breath hitched when he knelt before her and gently slid her boots off. He stood up and kissed her again.

Ginny sighed into him before she moved away. She kept her eyes on his as she tugged off his scarf and hat. She seemed to move in slow motion as she slowly began to undress him. First his cloak, then his jacket before she knelt before him and slowly helped him out of his boots. She looked up at from the floor, her eyes on his as she moved her hands up his legs, sliding them over his knees, up his thighs and deliberately slow as she curved around to grip his bum. Her hands travelled back around to his waist and under his jumper and she stood, pulling the jumper over his head and tossing it on the floor behind him. When she pulled his tee shirt up as well, his breath hitched.

"Ginny —"

She let it fall to the floor, sliding her hands over his chest, along the lean muscles of his stomach. She traced his belly button with the tip of her finger and then she placed a kiss in the centre of his chest. Ginny turned towards the chocolate fondue, dipping her finger in the warm chocolate; with her eyes on his, she wrote her name across his chest, the end of the y circling his left nipple.

Harry swallowed and then gasped when her pink tongue darted out to lick her name away. Her tongue swirled around his nipple, deliberately avoiding the peak of it until her mouth wrapped around it, licking and sucking. The soft sounds she was making with every lick made his cock dig harder into his jeans.

Ginny smiled at him. "Delicious," she said, reaching out to bite an apple tart.

Harry watched her for a moment, trying to compose himself. He hadn't expected her to… and Merlin, he was so hard he thought that he was going to self-combust. He tried to think of anything other than her.

"Try a bite," Ginny suggested, picking up a chocolate chip biscuit.

Harry did as she suggested, but the biscuit only made him want to taste her even more. He waited for her to finish the biscuit before he tugged her up against him and kissed her deeply. Her eyes fluttered when he pulled away, and then he slid his hands down her back to the hem of her jumper.

He looked into her warm eyes for confirmation before he slowly began to slide it up and over. She wore a white long-sleeved crew neck shirt underneath and his fingers teased the hem of it again before he slowly slid it up over her breasts, his eyes on the beige lace as the shirt hit the ground.

Harry stared.

She was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. She stood there in dark green tights and thick black socks, freckles scattered across her stomach up to the lace bra that revealed those lovely firm swells, peppered in warm brown freckles. He put his hands on her waist, letting his thumbs brush her stomach on either side.

"How about some ice cream?" he offered, removing his hands to dip a spoon into the strawberry frozen dessert, and with his eyes on hers, he dropped it on the top swell of her right breast.

She let out a breathy gasp and he smiled slowly.

"Sprinkles are a must," he said, adding them to the spoonful on her breast. "And maybe some chocolate fudge."

Ginny's breasts were rising quickly with her uneven breaths as he added a sliver of fudge to the concoction and then bent his head and licked it off. He swirled his tongue over the strawberry ice cream, nipping at the sprinkles and as the melted ice cream slid into her cleavage. She moaned as his tongue traveled down the crease.

"Harry…"

Harry added a second spoonful of strawberry ice cream, adding a scoop of chocolate to her left breast and adding the appropriate sprinkles before he picked her up, carried her to the sofa and sat her in his lap. Then he bent his head to continue eating his dessert. Her fingers fluttered through his hair and when he undid her bra, she didn't protest. He slid it off, tossing it over the couch as he licked and sucked off every drop. Harry licked his lips, rolling his thumb over her right nipple as his mouth moved to the left one. He let his tongue trail over it, swiping left, swiping right, up and then down and then left and then right as she panted his name.

He moved to her other breast, sucking for a moment before he raised his head to kiss her softly. "I want to make you come for me again."

Ginny's eyes widened and the flush of heat that speared through her. "Harry, I —"

Harry kissed her softly. "I want to watch you as it happens. I want to make sure I know exactly how to do it."

Ginny's breath hitched. "That was… I mean…"

He bent his head to kiss her breast again. "The most amazing thing in the world."

Ginny tossed her head back as he cupped her breasts, stroking and caressing as if trying to memorize them. He kissed every freckle, lifting the underside, kissing between them and around them.

"Harry," she breathed, her fingers tightening in his hair. She tugged him up to her mouth, kissing him deeply. She pressed her breasts against his chest, her knees pressing into the couch on either side of him. When her hips moved a little, he gasped.

"I — I just need a minute," he said, closing his eyes, his breath hitching.

Snape, he thought desperately. Snape sneering at him. Snape kissing anyone.

But the lingering smell of her floral scent wafted towards him at the same time that he smelt her shampoo, a mix of citrus and peaches; he only hardened more. He buried his face in her neck for a moment, breathing her in, and then he felt her shift onto the sofa next to him.

"Maybe we just need to take a step back," she said softly, her breathing erratic.

Harry nodded. As much as he wanted to protest, he was convinced that if she touched him again before he got himself under control he was going to come in his jeans and embarrass himself. They sat there quietly for a long time. The room was full of nothing but the crackling fire and their heavy breathing.

Ginny stood up, picking up his jumper from the floor and slipping it over her head. It dwarfed her, but the sight of her wearing his jumper only made his cock twitch. She moved to the table, making a plate of dessert and a bowl of ice cream with one scoop of each flavour and two spoons and a fork. He watched her add sprinkles to the bowl before she sat next to him on the sofa.

"We should enjoy some of this since Dobby went to so much trouble."

Harry nodded and helped himself to bite of treacle tart, his eyes on her. He chewed thoughtfully and swallowed before he spoke. "Too fast?"

Ginny's head shot up. "What?"

Harry picked up a strawberry from the plate and popped it into his mouth. "Did I move too fast?"

Ginny's eyes met his. "I think I started it."

"You did," he said with a smirk. "And I wasn't exactly protesting, but then I… was it too fast?"

Ginny looked down at the plate of dessert. "Harry… I want to, I do, but I… that night in my bed… I've never felt like that before. I've never… I've tried, but I've never… and then you…"

Harry's fingers lifted her chin. "You've tried?"

Ginny blushed. "And like you haven't wanked before!"

He grinned. "More than I should admit probably, but I never imagined you… what do you think about when you…?"

Ginny's face flushed darker. "What?"

"What do you think about?"

"Harry… that's not… its private…"

His smile was slow. "I think about you," he said, a flush creeping over his neck. "It's always you."

Ginny's breath hitched and she shoved a spoonful of chocolate ice cream in her mouth. This was the last conversation that she had ever expected to be having with her boyfriend. He only continued to watch her, taking another bite of treacle tart from the fork sitting on the plate.

When she spoke, she surprised herself.

"The first time it was the night before the Yule Ball," she admitted quietly. "I imagined you asked me to dance, that you kissed me and then we somehow ended up at your house and we were alone in your treehouse and you touched me."

"Touched you how?"

Ginny's face flushed bright red. "Harry…"

He leaned in and kissed her nose. "Tell me."

"We were in your hammock," she whispered. "And you were on top and we were…"

His eyes widened. "Shagging?"

Ginny nodded. "It was a dream."

"And you touched yourself?"

She nodded again. "I was very hot when I woke up and my knickers were soaked and I didn't… it had never happened to me before."

Harry watched her cross her legs with a slow grin. "I like that I was the first bloke you thought about. Are your knickers damp now?"

She blushed again and put the dessert plate on the coffee table before sitting back on her legs. Ginny bit her bottom lip, her blazing look meeting his. Then she reached out and touched him through his denim jeans.

His eyes widened.

"Ginny…"

"Can I — can I please touch you?"

Harry stared at her, unsure how to respond. With every fibre of his being he wanted to scream yes as his cock twitched desperately in his pants - but on the other hand, he was terrified of rushing her into something.

"Are — are you sure?"

She nodded, still biting her lip. "I — I don't want to be afraid of this. I'm not afraid of you; of this with you. I want to ..." She closed her eyes for a moment before she spoke again. "Do — do you want me to?"

He nodded, his eyes on hers. "Yes! I mean — of course I want you too — yeah. More than anything."

She smiled coyly. "Have you imagined it?"

Harry swallowed slowly. "Fuck, yeah."

Ginny's confidence seemed to soar and she placed her hand over the bulge in his jeans and began rubbing. The feel of her hand over his hard cock was enough to make him moan. She traced the shape of him through the denim, following the bulge from one end to the other before her hand cupped between his legs, tracing the shape again. Her eyes met his as she stroked up, fingers dancing at the button at the top before she undid it.

Harry's breath hitched as he realized what she was actually going to do. Her eyes were on his as she unzipped him, the sound seeming to echo in the room. His cock twitched against his boxers, trying to escape.

Ginny bit her bottom lip again as she stared at the bulge under his black boxers. His boxers had snitches on them, she noted in amusement, before she reached out and cautiously slid her hand into his jeans, stroking him through his shorts. She could feel the heat of him, hotter than through the denim, and the hardness of it. She slid her hand lower, cupping him. He let out a groan and she smiled, making the strokes firmer. She traced the length of him through his boxers, stroking firmly but gently

Harry's eyes were closed and he was biting his bottom lip, which she took as a good sign. She watched him for a moment as she stroked him and then she slid her hand into the pocket of his boxers and touched him for the first time.

He was hot, she realized, but oddly soft and hard at the same time. She looked up at him and his green eyes were staring directly at her, full of arousal, and all she thought was how much she wanted this for him. She moved her hand slowly, touching and stroking, curiously feeling the length and size of him. He felt big, she thought, but she didn't know for sure as she let her fingers trail along his length.

Then she tugged his jeans and boxers down, exposing him fully, and he swallowed.

Ginny stared at him. It was not what she expected. He seemed bigger up close, too big, too thick, and she wasn't sure if that was her own fears or if Theo had been right and Harry was simply hung. Her eyes moved over the length of him, the mushroom shaped tip of him, and curiosity washed over her. She reached out and with the tip of her finger, stroked under the head of his shaft and he groaned.

Harry was doing everything in his power to keep his cool. The feel of her hand on him was more incredible than he ever could have imagined, and the last thing he wanted to do was make it end. He had been disappointed when her touch had disappeared, but also a bit relieved as it gave him a moment to compose himself. But then she had exposed him before her and the feel of her hand on his bare cock was even more incredible than he had ever imagined it would be. When she wrapped her fingers completely around him, he gasped.

"It's warm, like your skin," she said. "But almost velvet-like." She kept a firm grip on him as her other hand slid around him to stroke his sack. Harry's eyes crossed.

Ginny smiled at him, tugging a bit.

"Ginny," he groaned.

Ginny smiled wider. The sight of him slowly falling apart was more incredible than she could explain. She moved her hand down his shaft to his base and he moaned.

"Like this? Is this what you like?"

Harry's eyes met hers and he nodded. "Feels so good, Gin."

Ginny watched his eyes for a minute. "Show me."

Harry carefully wrapped his hand around her hand, guiding her to his pleasure.

"Ooh, I like that," she told him, feeling his rhythm as she began to pump him.

Harry's breath was coming in waves now. "Yeah… just like ... fuuccck,"

Ginny smiled triumphantly. He seemed to be getting hotter and harder in her hand. She stroked his sack, finding it utterly fascinating how it pulled and shifted as she stroked him. She moved her other hand beneath to caress the sack while her right hand worked his cock, and he moaned.

"Ginny ... I'm gonna come," he told her. "I'm gonna come, Gin — you have to stop!"

But she didn't stop.

She wanted him to come. She wanted him to lose control with no one but her. She was in control here, and she would stay in control. This was Harry and he would never hurt her. He had proven that ten times over already.

"Come for me, Harry."

That was all it took.

Harry's head fell back as his hips arched into her working hands. He erupted, moaning her name as he did so.

Ginny stared at his penis in amazement as he came all over her hands. Some of it had even got onto the bottom of the jumper she was wearing… and she had been the one to make it happen. The sensation sent butterflies through her stomach and she knew at that moment, that she wasn't going to let her past darken her present. "Wow."

Harry's eyes met hers. He was completely relaxed and he grinned at her. "Ginny, that was... are you…?"

She leaned into him and kissed him softly. "Watching you lose control like that was beautiful, Harry. I felt rather powerful."

Harry grinned widely. "Anytime you want to feel powerful again, my cock is at your disposal."

She laughed and kissed him again. Ginny watched as Harry grabbed his wand and did a quick cleaning charm on them both before snuggling her into his embrace. She stared down at his soft penis in fascination as he yawned above her. It was only a moment later before she heard his breathing tell her that he had fallen asleep and she continued to stare at his penis. She'd just given him a hand job she realized. She, Ginny Weasley, had gotten her boyfriend off.

She couldn't stop the smile from crossing her face. She felt deliciously naughty, she thought and pleased with herself as she never had gotten around to asking Theo for advice; she'd done it on her own. Soon she was also drifting off, the smile still on her face.

~ ASC ~

Theo shifted nervously in his seat as he waited for Finn in Three Broomsticks. He couldn't believe that he had been dating the fae for almost a month. It still seemed unbelievable. But then on Valentine's Day morning, four dozen flowers arrived for him - one bouquet for every week that they'd been together (sunflowers, daffodils, matthoila incana, and peonies). Theo had been beyond surprised and completely blown away. Finn was courting him, and he found that he rather liked it.

Draco and Blaise were teasing him that he was the woman in the relationship, but he told them that if it meant he got spoiled, he was okay with that. He and Finn wrote every day — sometimes twice. They'd shared their histories and their likes and dislikes. Theo found fairy life completely fascinating.

Finn was a commander in the royal guard which meant that he spent his days running drills. He taught archery and fencing; his team protected the city of Tara from Muggles with magical charms and illusions. He'd explained how time flowed differently in Tara and that when witches and wizards came to visit, they couldn't stay more than a few hours at a time. One day in Tara was equal to a full week outside of the fae realm, and people were thought to disappear forever. The time difference didn't affect the fae. They aged the same in either world, but with the time difference, they were believed to live forever by Muggles who couldn't understand the concept.

Finn and Theo wrote about their childhoods.

Finn was taught how to fight, caused mischief in and out of the court, and taught to control his magic: To heal others with it, and to use it defensively. Theo explained how he barely remembered his mother, how his father had never been around and how he'd spent most of his childhood at the Malfoys or alone in Norfolk Manor with the house elves. He told Finn of the places he'd travelled and the things he'd done. He explained about his father being a Death Eater and how he didn't want that life. He told Finn of his plans as Lord Norfolk and how he wanted to make the Nott name stand for good again.

They wrote letter after letter, but it wasn't the same as seeing him.

Finn showed up every Saturday at noon. Hogsmeade was open on weekends to all students sixteen and above, so Theo met Finn in The Three Broomsticks every weekend. They'd sit there for hours over butterbeer and lunch to talk, and then Finn would take his hand, guide him outside and snog him senseless.

Theo really loved it when Finn did that.

But this was Valentine's Day weekend and he wanted to give Finn a gift. He'd spent the entire week stressing over it and to his surprise it was Blaise who came up with the perfect present. Theo had wrapped it that morning and now shifted nervously again in his seat, the wrapped box on the bench next to him.

Theo's whole body tingled when Finn stepped through the door; he knew that he was staring, but he couldn't help it. Finn slid onto the bench next to him and leaned in to kiss him softly.

"Hi, Theo."

"Hi, Finn," he said, a little breathlessly.

Finn's lips curved and Theo was pretty sure that the fae knew exactly what he did to him.

"Happy Valentine's Day," Theo said, thrusting the small box into his hands.

Finn's eyes widened in surprise. "You got me a gift?"

Theo nodded, pleased to see that he had managed to surprise him. "The flowers you sent, I know that I already said, but they were beautiful and I wanted to get you a little something as well."

Finn looked like a kid on Christmas as he untied the bow and carefully opened the box. Inside was two tickets to see the Harmonious Bastards in April.

"You're always talking about how much you love music, playing the flute and hearing the sounds, and they're the best orchestra in the wizarding world - and I heard that they put on one hell of a show. It's Easter weekend so I'll be home, and I thought that I could take you."

Finn leaned in and kissed him. His lips were soft at first and then the kiss deepened and deepened and Theo heard himself moan.

"Sorry to interrupt, lovebirds," Rosmerta said causing them to break apart. "You two want the usual?"

"Yes," Finn answered, not taking his eyes off of Theo.

Rosmerta smirked as she walked away and Theo was suddenly being kissed again. He let his hands slide into Finn's soft hair and lost himself in the feel of his boyfriend's lips, his tongue, and when Finn's hand sat dangerously low on his hip, he moaned.

Finn pulled away, tilting his head to Theo's forehead. "We must behave ourselves in such a public setting."

Theo nodded, disappointed at the loss of contact. "Yes, of course."

Finn smiled, licking his ear and making any blood Theo had left in his body go straight to his cock. "Unless of course we go to a not so public setting..."

Theo stared at him. Be alone with Finn? He wanted that more than anything.

"Yes."

Finn nodded and got to his feet. He told Rosmerta something that made her laugh and then he held his hand out to Theo. Theo took his hand and let him lead him outside. Finn tugged him close, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," Theo said without hesitation.

He felt a whoosh and suddenly they were twirling together in the air and then Theo was standing in a beautiful meadow full of flowers at the bed of a mountain, with an ocean sparkling just beyond. His eyes widened.

"Where are we?"

Finn squeezed his hand. "One of my favourite places in the world. New Zealand."

Theo goggled. "New Zealand!"

Finn tugged him close to him, bending his head to capture his lips. "Want to see my cottage?"

Theo was still dumbfounded by the thought that Finn had brought him to New Zealand. Fae magic was powerful if he could Apparate that far without batting an eye. He let Finn lead him to a small country cottage covered in moss and jasmine and in through the front door.

"I thought that you lived in Tara?"

"I do for the most part, but I have little homes to escape to all over the world. Here is my favourite, but I have one in Hawaii, Australia, Jamaica, and Tuscany," he explained as he urged Theo to take a seat on the sofa. "One day I will show you Tara, when we have more time."

Theo nodded and sat down, suddenly feeling nervous. Finn sat next to him, entwining his fingers with his.

"Do not be afraid of me. I just wanted to spend some time alone with you. We are undisturbed here, and any time you wish to leave, you only must ask."

Theo looked into his green eyes and he knew that he most definitely didn't want to leave. He surprised himself when he simply straddled Finn on the sofa. Finn's eyes widened and Theo kissed him.

This time, they knew that no one was watching.

The kiss deepened, tongues meeting and hands roaming. Theo wanted to taste and touch every part of him. He let his lips trail down Finn's neck, sucking and nibbling on the skin there. When he sucked on Finn's pulse point, the moan that erupted from him made Theo rock hard.

The kisses deepened and Theo's fingers slowly unbuttoned Finn's shirt. He pulled away to look at the chiseled chest before him. Finn was absolutely breathtaking, he thought. Skin like chiseled marble, lean muscles, tight abs, and Theo let his hands roam over his chest and stomach in delight.

Finn watched him with those cool green eyes, not speaking, so Theo bent his head to kiss his chest. Finn moaned, and that was all the encouragement Theo needed. He let his mouth travel over the skin, the warmth of it making him kiss and lick happily. He kissed his nipples, sucking hard, and Finn bucked under him. His cock brushed against Theo's when he did, and Theo's eyes crossed. He didn't think he'd ever been this hard in his life.

Then suddenly he was on his back.

Finn had flipped him so fast he'd barely had time to blink, and then Finn's lips were on his, and he stopped thinking. Finn's mouth moved over his neck and his collarbone, and then his jumper was being pushed up and Finn was kissing down his stomach, down the happy trail of dark brown hair. His tongue dipped into his naval before continuing its journey south.

Theo moaned and he heard his trousers unzip.

"Finn..."

Finn covered Theo's groin with his hand, those green eyes on him. "I want to make you come for me."

Theo's eyes darkened in pleasure and then he was exposed before Finn. He wanted to say something, to insist that he should be the one to pleasure him, but then Finn's tongue trailed along his length and all he could do was hold on.

Finn's mouth wrapped around him and he cried out. Then it was all mouth and hands, and Theo lost himself in the sensations of it. Every time he got close, Finn would stop and nuzzle his stomach or kiss his thigh until Theo was whimpering. Then, he would take him in his mouth again. He did this five times before Theo couldn't take it anymore and he clutched that blond hair tightly and held him in place as Finn sucked him.

And then he was coming and crying out incoherent words as Finn swallowed all of him. He'd never in his life experienced anything like it.

When Theo finally came down from his high, he watched as his boyfriend's mouth moved off of his soft cock and kissed a trail up his chest before meeting his lips for a long kiss.

"You're so beautiful," Finn told him. "I want to do that again and again and again."

Theo blushed. He reached his hand down to touch Finn through his pants. "Let me first repay you for that."

Finn pushed his hand away. "Later. Today is about you."

"But —"

"—No," Finn said with a smile. "It's about you."

Theo bit his bottom lip. "But you're —"

Finn bent his head and kissed him softly. "Don't worry about me. You deserve the world, Theodore Nott, and I want to be the one to give it to you."

Theo flushed. "You're amazing."

Finn smiled, his hand moving to caress Theo's cock. "Good. I want you to think that."

"Finn..." he murmured as Finn's hand began to stroke him back to life.

Finn's green eyes turned dark and then he kept his eyes on Theo's as he lowered down and took him in his mouth again.

The last coherent thought Theo had was that he had no idea how he had gotten so lucky.

End Author's Notes:

The ring Sirius picked for Zee is on my tumblr breaniebree. Thank you and please review!