Ginny's head spun. Tears were still dripping down her face and she was wholly unable to control it. Harry was Grumpy. It all made so much sense that Ginny cursed herself for being a complete moron for an entire year. Of course Harry was Grumpy! It made perfect sense. Who else would he have been? And to think, that in her darkest moments, she'd been terrified that he'd been one of her brothers…

"Nosy," he muttered. His breath puffed against her ear, and she realized that Harry was holding her so tightly that it was a bit of a struggle to breath. But who needed oxygen at a moment like this? Seriously. Breathing was highly over-rated. "I looked for you," he said. "Looked and looked and looked, and none of those stupid girls knew what the Mirror of Erised even was, let alone—"

Ginny kissed him.

She drank him in, everything about him; it was more than a kiss. Far more. His long, lean body was pressed fully against her. One of his hands cradled her head, and the other played with her hair. A desperate, poignant feeling welled up inside her; her toes curled. So much time. She sighed against his mouth. Moody's curse was still at full strength. She could feel it blocking her words. But there were things it couldn't do; it could not keep her from kissing Harry as she had kissed him when he'd been Grumpy and she'd been Nosy.

Relief swelled and the desperation fled. Harry knew, and he would—

BANG!

The closet door burst open as Ginny's shoddy charm was broken. Harry did not seem to notice; instead, he kissed her as though he couldn't stop. Maybe he couldn't. He also didn't appear to notice that the loud sounds of her family were once more audible. Ah well, thought Ginny. I'm game if he is.

"Tonks, you don't want to see this, just go… somewhere else," Ron said. There was a scuffle at the door, and the light that was filtered in was blocked. The small part of Ginny that wasn't completely focused on Harry (and considering the fact that she was about to be tossed out of the Auror program, and Harry was about to be fired, that was a remarkably small part of her) appreciated her big brother at the moment. For surely it was he who was shielding them from view. Surreptitiously, she straightened her clothes.

"Why don't I want to see it?" Tonks asked. She sounded only mildly interested. "Is Harry being a naughty boy and kissing Ginny?" Her husband growled out a laugh.

"Harry and Ginny are together?" Her mother asked delightedly. "Really together?"

"I think that was what the kissing in the living room was all about, Molly, my love," her father said.

Of all the nosy, loud, wonderful families…

"Yeah, well, why the hell would he be with her?"

Bill's angry voice shattered the cozy feeling that had wrapped around Ginny much like Harry's arms. A horrible flush made her skin crawl. It was obvious what he meant: there was no mistaking the fact that he thought she wasn't good enough to lick the hem of Harry's robes. She pulled away from Harry and handed him back his wand. It took only a second before a chill began to radiate from Harry.

"Bill!" her mother said in a shocked voice.

"Don't Bill me," he said in a tight, angry voice. "She turned her back on us like a selfish child. And now she's going to ruin Harry's career—"

"What?" Tonks interjected. "Like I'm going to tattle?"

Bill continued as if she hadn't spoken. "And all because she couldn't wait. I'd like to know what happened to the Ginny we had a few years ago—"

Harry exploded out of the closet, shoving Ron into a small table and sending a vase crashing to the floor. Ginny followed only to see him shoving Bill up against the opposite wall, one hand pressed hard against Bill's chest and his wand jabbing into his throat. "Don't you dare talk about Ginny that way," he snarled. Anger and defiance tightened his shoulders.

"Harry, she—"

"Just shut the hell up," he advised. "Listen to me very carefully, Bill. I don't care what your feelings are. I don't care if you're a complete fool and you're so blind that you can't see how courageous and – and wonderful your sister is. You are going to set that aside. And you're going to break Moody's charm off of her. Right. Now." He said these last words through clenched teeth. But Ginny could barely hear him through the clamor that resulted.

"Moody's charm!" her father exclaimed. "What?"

"Ginny?" Her mother's hand came around her elbow in a tight grip. "Why – what – Moody put that vile charm on you? But – but – but—"

But Ginny could only stare at her blankly. The black wall that prevented her from giving up her secrets was still very much there. Harry had found his way around it, but that didn't mean she could talk about it.

Ginny looked at Bill. Her lips were pressed firmly together. Please, Bill, please. Please, please. "I know you hate me," she said.

Harry didn't let her continue. He shoved Bill up against the wall again, so hard that she could hear the thud Bill's head made against the wood. "He'd better not hate you," Harry said in a low, dangerous voice.

"Of course I'll take the charm off Ginny," Bill said. Ginny could read the confusion and doubt in his eyes. And even with the heavy scars on his face, his face was easy to read. He didn't believe. "If there is a charm," he added, echoing her thoughts.

Oh, there's a charm, Ginny thought grimly.

"Believe me, it is there," Harry said.

Ron let out a gasp. "Closet Girl!" Hermione, next to him, let out an incredulous laugh. Ginny glanced at her, and was shocked to see that she was beaming.

"Shut up, Ron!" Harry said loudly. He finally let Bill go, and took Ginny's hand. He pulled her forward and back into the living room. Ginny could see pieces of the teacup she'd shattered on the floor. Socks, she thought, bemused. The most important moment of her entire life, to date, was directly related to a simple conversation about socks.

They sat on the sofa as the others stampeded in; shock and incredulity were almost physical presences in the room with them. Even Tonks, who normally never shut up, was silent. Hermione, unlike the rest of them, was still grinning. Ginny winked at her.

"This makes perfect sense," she announced. Then her brows knit together. "But why were you gone so long?" she asked. "Where were you really? It was months and…" she suddenly grew very still, and Ginny could see the look that passed between Harry and Hermione. His entire body jerked and he turned to stare at her.

Licking his lips, he said, "Ginny. Did you – did we…?" his voice broke, and the depth of pain in his eyes tore at her. She could see him counting back the months, and knew that he suspected they'd made a child together. An unexpected pang went through her. A pregnancy would have been a lot simpler. And what if she'd produced a baby that looked like Harry? That would have led to questions and those questions would have led to exactly what would happen now. Someone finally, finally breaking Moody's charm off of her.

She put a finger to Harry's lips.

For a brief moment he rested his forehead against hers. "Are you ready?" he asked. In reply, Ginny cast a helpless glance at Tonks. She wanted to ask if it would hurt, or if something would happen. Needless to say, once she'd recovered enough to read, she'd followed the details of the breaking of Moody's curse avidly. But the members of the Order of the Phoenix who had gone through the process had kept the more relevant facts private.

"It hurts, Ginny," Tonks seemed to read her mind. "But not too badly, and not for very long. But you'll be very disoriented at first. At least I was."

"That's if she even was charmed," Bill muttered.

Cursed is more like it, Ginny thought privately.

"Don't start that again, Bill," Harry said. "Get on with it."

"I need just a few moments, you know it's a difficult spell, but I'm not sure you appreciate how… calm I need to be. I can't do it just yet," Bill admitted. "And I think… I think I'd rather you were wrong."

"Why?" Harry said ruthlessly. "Because then instead of blaming Ginny, we'd have to blame ourselves? I don't know about the rest of you, but I feel like a big, buggering idiot. And it's just going to get worse, you know."

Ginny squeezed his hand.

Her mother, who'd been quiet for far too long, finally spoke. "Bill, if you don't get on with gathering yourself, I'm going to hex you myself."

"I'll help," her dad offered.

"Fine," Bill muttered. He took a series of deep, even breaths. Less than a minute had passed when he finally stepped closer to Ginny. He laid his hand on her head, and pressed the tip of his wand against her left temple. He moved it slowly around her head. All the while, his voice rang out. The spell was like a song: a horribly difficult, complicated song in a language she didn't recognize. Even as Ginny thought this, a horrible pain seared through her brain.

A soft cry tumbled out of her mouth. And then another. A keening wail escaped her, and she gripped Harry's hand so tightly that she could feel his bones move. But he didn't pull away. Another hand gripped hers. Soft and warm and far smaller than Harry's. Ginny's eyes were squeezed shut, but she knew that her mum had knelt beside her and was now allowing Ginny to abuse her as well. And Ginny needed it. The pain was blinding, and it just kept building and building and building.

"Something's wrong!" Tonks said loudly. "Mine wasn't nearly as bad, look her lips are turning blue. Bill—"

And then it was over. One final throb of agony, and Ginny literally felt the black wall in her mind come tumbling down. The fire that caught hold of her brain was immediately extinguished as effectively as if someone had used the Aguamenti Charm on it. The effects didn't disappear as swiftly, however. It took some time before Ginny's muscles were able to relax fully. And she kept her eyes shut.

Thoughts kept whispering through her mind, and it was another kind of agony that she couldn't capture one and keep it with her. She licked her dry lips repeatedly. A glass was thrust in her hand, and she drank the water greedily. Someone spoke – at the moment Ginny couldn't tell who it was – and someone else abruptly said she needed quiet. She'd never been around her family when it was so quiet. That made her think of the Mirror of Erised, and how damn badly she'd wanted to come home for so long. And of course, after that fleeting thought, that made her think of being in the closet with Harry…

Harry, who was stroking her palm with his thumb, was still sitting beside her. Ginny had a feeling that it had been a long, long time since Bill had cast the spell. What if they never made it to the Muggle inn tonight? And she wanted to go with him, and make love to him in a real bed. It would be far more comfortable in a bed than on the floor, after all. The first time straddling his lap, and the second with him moving inside her, above her… that precious memory she'd clung to, despite herself, during those horrible months of recovery. Now that she knew that Harry was Grumpy…

"I can't believe I've fallen in love with you three times in my life," she murmured in a voice that was barely audible. She finally opened her eyes, only to find a pair of green ones staring intently at her. "That's got to be some kind of record, eh?"

"We share the record, then," Harry said just as quietly.

Ginny's gaze flickered around the room. No one else appeared to have heard her, which made her glad. She hadn't entirely meant to speak that thought out loud, and she was grateful it was kept private. Just between her and Harry.

"Ginny, I know you couldn't say it, but…" he swallowed. "Is the reason why you were gone… did you – did we – those times in the closet—"

"She's awake!"

It was her father, this time, who came to kneel beside the sofa. "Ginny! Ginny…" But he seemed just as disoriented as she felt, for he could not seem to finish his sentence.

"We're all dying here, Ginny," Ron said in his usual tactful manner. "If you could toss us a bit of information, that'd be great."

Ginny managed to roll her eyes. But Harry's question was more important, and she leaned forward to whisper in his ear. "No, Harry. There wasn't a baby. There wasn't, I swear." Fresh tears stung her eyes. If only. His face, which had been taut with worry, eased somewhat.

But Harry's worry reminded her of something very important, and she jolted up. At the same time, she tore her hand out of his grip and reached up to cup his jaw. "Harry, stop worrying about the missing Horcrux," she said very deliberately. "When you told me that you thought it might still be out there, I swore to myself it would be the first thing I told you if I ever got that damn curse off of me." Ginny shook her head, impatient with herself. "It's important, and I—"

"I think the first thing you said was pretty important," Harry told her, smiling ruefully. "Ginny, I think you're still disoriented. If you want, we can wait to talk until tomorrow…"

"Like hell!" Bill said.

"Don't be mental, Harry," Ron said. "Ginny's a Weasley, just give her a few more minutes."

Harry turned and glared at him. "Maybe you weren't in this room for the last two hours, idiot, but that spell's a real bitch." He suddenly yelped and grabbed at his forearm. "Don't you—"

"Boys," Ginny's dad said mildly.

"Sorry," Harry and Ron said together.

Ginny watched this, feeling slightly bemused. Whether this was still her recovery from the breaking of the curse, or the fact that her boyfriend seemed more welcomed by her family than she was, Ginny simply didn't know. "Ron, if you sting Harry again, I'll remind you what Fred's favorite hex was." She grimaced when she felt another flash of pain in her head.

"I told you she was feeling well enough to give us a little bedtime story," Ron said cheerfully. Ginny peered at him. His voice might be cheerful, but she read anxiety in his face, and the way he held Hermione so close to his body. "What's this about the Horcrux?"

"Ginny, love, could you start at the beginning?"

It was the voice she had most dreaded hearing, and Ginny had to force herself to look at her mother. Molly had shown a lot of grace when she'd held her hand throughout the curse breaking, but Ginny knew that she must be angry. Fully expecting to see her mother on the verge of screaming, instead she saw gentleness. No rage, just love.

Something broke – or perhaps was healed – inside Ginny at that moment. "Oh, Mum, I'm so sorry." The words were torn out of her. "If I'd known what I was getting into, I would've understood you more. I still would've done it, because of Barrow, but I wouldn't have been so angry with you."

"Barrow?" her father asked, perplexed.

"A little first year the Death Eaters were going to hand over to the Dementors." Ginny leaned back into the sofa and covered her eyes. Get a grip on yourself, she told herself sternly. It was maddening this was, constantly being on the verge of tears. She could count on one hand how many times she'd cried – except out of pain – since right after she and Grumpy had had sex for the first time. But tonight she was practically an Aguamenti Charm made flesh.

"Start at the beginning," Harry advised.

And Ginny did. She was proud of herself, in the end, because she didn't cry. Even though tears kept threatening to spill over, she somehow managed to say everything she'd wanted to for so long. At first her words were halting. And at first she flitted from moment to moment, and surely her explanation didn't make much sense. For some reason, she spent a good thirty seconds describing the way Moody's mad eye had spun around, watching her, the day she'd joined the Order. But her audience was rapt. No one interrupted. Harry was a steady presence at her side, but she didn't look at him. Once she began, she didn't really look at anyone. Keeping her gaze fixed on the ceiling, or the wall, or the shattered teacup on the floor, kept the tears at bay.

She saved three things for last.

"The Horcrux was in the Room of Requirement, Harry," she said earnestly, looking directly into his eyes for the first time since she'd begun talking. "Moody wanted me to scour Hogwarts for a Horcrux. He had a feeling one was there, and he was right. One night, I was looking for it, got chased by the Carrows, and found myself at the Room. But I was still intent on the Horcrux, you see? So I found myself in this huge room filled with stacks and stacks of things… you wouldn't believe how much stuff was in there. I searched and finally found it. I destroyed it the next day. I can show it to you, we can go now, if you need to see it, Harry—"

"No, I believe you," Harry said. "And remember – we know about Finny. They used to give Ron free drinks because he has the red hair…"

"Right. I know." Ginny's head was still a little fuzzy. She looked 'round at the rest of her family. "I checked when I came back ho—to London," Ginny said. "It was Draco Malfoy that was ready to give her up," Ginny said. "He was at the school, meeting with one of the Carrows." Ginny stared down at her hands, remembering that night. "I couldn't let him hurt that girl," she said firmly. "We had a brief altercation, and Draco didn't survive it."

The room was utterly and completely still.

Typically, it was Ron who broke the silence. "Well, I'm glad it was at least one of us Weasleys who made sure Draco met his end," he said. "Even if it couldn't be me. That's two favors you've done me, Ginny." His voice was unwontedly serious, and Ginny was shocked to hear it tremble. "The big one was when you saved my life."

Ginny's mouth dropped open, and she gaped at her brother. "That was you?" Her stomach dropped, and a cold sweat beaded on her brow. Beside her, Harry sighed. "No wonder why you were so grumpy," she told him. But her entire body had started to shake. So many things could have gone wrong with that mission – so many things had gone wrong – and her brother's life had been at stake.

Ginny didn't think she could've done it had she known.

It's personal for you, isn't it? she'd asked Grumpy.

Ginny looked at her mother again. Her eyes were wide open, and her mouth trembled. She made a little fluttering gesture with her hands. "Ginny," she said. And Ginny knew that this was the moment of full truth. "Why didn't you come home? Why did you leave?"

Ginny exhaled slowly and inhaled deeply. "Harry, do you remember when we were trying to get to the potion, and I stupidly dropped one of the phials? It was orange, and I cut my leg…"

"Yes," he said cautiously. "Is that where the scar came from?"

"It was poison," Ginny said simply. "It got into the cut on my leg, and… I was pretty sick." The tears sprang back into her eyes. With a massive effort, she managed to keep them from falling, but it was a near thing.

"Ginny," her dad said.

Harry stood up abruptly, and ruffled his hair. "So the world tour… it was never that, was it. It was you dying."

Ginny blinked. His voice was so cold, and she thought back frantically. What had she done that had made him so angry? And her eyes fluttered closed when she hit upon it. "Harry, I honestly didn't mean to kill Draco. I don't – I'm not – I didn't want to kill anyone. He tried to use the Cruciatus Curse, and I threw a Reducto at him… he flew back into a tree and broke his neck." Suddenly she was on her feet.

Harry gaped at her. "Ginny, sit down," he said soothingly.

"Don't tell me to sit down," she said sharply. Seconds later, however, her eyesight unfocused and the sudden dizziness forced her to sit down. Still agitated, she locked her fingers together and blinked rapidly. Her entire face felt like little pins had been stuck to it, and her heart thumped wildly in her chest.

"Maybe we should take her to St. Mungo's," Hermione murmured.

"No, I don't need St. Mungo's, I just need Harry not to be angry and not look at me like I'm – I'm a murderer," Ginny said before she could stop herself.

"I don't think you're a murderer!" Harry shouted. Ginny's gaze flew up to him. He may not think she was a cold-blooded killer, but he was certainly furious with her. Her head pounded, and she unclasped her hands and pressed her palms against her forehead.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to shout," Harry said in a gentler voice. He plopped onto the couch next to her, and a warm hand squeezed her knee. "I'm the furthest thing from angry with you. Besides, I'd be a hypocrite if I judged you for killing Malfoy, Ginny. I think… I think if Moody was in this room with us, I'd kill him."

Shocked, Ginny swiveled to stare at him fully. Searching his expression, she could only see deadly honesty. Why did he want to kill Moody?

"He's not the only one," Ron said. "I'd help him."

"I knew the charm was a bad idea," Hermione said in a no-nonsense tone.

"Spare us the I-told-you-so," Harry said angrily. "Moody was the best leader available."

A loud clamor broke out after that. Ginny winced, holding her head tighter. She understood, a little, why Harry thought he wanted to kill Moody. It was just a little extreme, but she'd always known Harry was intense. It was one of the things she loved most about him. He threw himself headlong into life with a drive and determination Ginny hadn't seen matched. Now that he'd turned against Moody – or his memory, anyway – it stood to reason that he'd go all out.

Ginny put her elbows on her knees and leaned forward into her hands.

"I could kill him for letting Ginny join the Order. He never should have let her. Never. It's his fault… Ginny didn't know any better."

It was her mother, of course.

"I agree," said Bill. "How could he do that to us?"

Ice flooded Ginny's belly, and some of her usual clarity returned. She squeezed her eyes shut. Ginny had earlier mistaken it for grace and acceptance. Instead of her mother seeing her as an adult, and accepting the fact that Ginny had joined the Order, she blamed Moody for everything. In her eyes, Ginny was still just a naughty child who couldn't even be blamed for what had happened because Ginny didn't know any better.

Cold anger continued to well up inside her.

Moody had been a paranoid son of a bitch; there was no denying that. But her family was so convinced that she was still a child that they were blind to the woman she'd become. It was why the flimsy lie that she'd taken off for a tour of the world had worked so well. It was why they'd never come looking for her. Why they'd never even suspected - even though so many others had found themselves in the same situation – that she'd been bound by Moody's curse.

Tonks had gone through it. Neville Longbottom had gone through it.

But I'm the baby, Ginny thought scathingly. They still thought she was the helpless little girl who needed to be rescued from the Chamber of Secrets. Her angry thoughts had the power to make her headache even worse until Ginny thought her head might split in two. She took deep breaths, but that didn't help. Only one thing really would.

"Harry," she whispered, licking dry lips. "I need to leave. Please take me away."

"Yeah, of course, let's go," he said immediately, standing up. No one seemed to notice as they made their way through the living room. Her mother was involved in some sort of argument with Tonks and Bill, and her father and Remus were huddled in the corner with very serious looks on their faces.

Only Ron and Hermione were watching him.

"You're leaving?" Ron asked. He did not sound surprised in the slightest.

Ginny forced a smile. "I need peace. And quiet." And Harry, she added silently.

Harry nodded. "But we're going to St. Mungo's first." He looked down at her just as she opened her mouth to protest; his bright green eyes were very serious behind his glasses. "I think they might have something to help with the pain."

Ginny let out a breath. "All right," she said. "As long as it isn't orange. And deadly."

"See you tomorrow," Ron said.

Harry wrapped his arm around her waist and led her out of the living room, out of the house, and into the welcome quiet of the night.

HPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHPHP

They were in and out of St. Mungo's in less than an hour. Harry'd never consciously used his fame, but he did not refuse immediate service. They rushed a potion out to Ginny. It seemed the moment it touched her lips, it started to work. She no longer looked like a wax statue, but more like herself. Harry never wanted to see her look so ill again.

Damn that man, Harry thought angrily.

Ginny touched his hand. "Please let it go. I don't want to think about again tonight. Tonight is supposed to be special."

Harry shoved all thoughts of Moody aside. "Special? We can still—?"

"Well, I want to," said Ginny.

"Me too!"

Harry was in even more of a rush. He had not wanted to be selfish... he'd wait as long as it took, as long as he needed... but if she was ready, damn it, so was he.

"You're going to be fine," announced the healer.

Harry was hustling Ginny away. "Thank you so much for your time," she yelled over her shoulder. The healer grinned and waved.

"Where should we go?" Ginny asked as they sped toward the entrance. "Still want to go to a Muggle inn? If not, I know of a nice closet... we wouldn't even have to leave St. Mungo's."

Harry snorted. "No, no, I've got a better idea."

Ginny tucked her arm into the crook of his, and Harry apparated them to his cottage. No need for them to go to some Muggle establishment— Remus and Tonks knew about them now, there was no longer any need to hide. Harry let her in, and then — very carefully — pulled her into his arms.

He held her. God. There was so much to talk about, so much to say. He was simply amazed. Ginny was Nosy. Ginny, his teen crush, his brightness before the war... she was Nosy, who had been his comfort at a dark moment. Ginny. The woman of his dreams. How'd he get so lucky?

He wanted to tell her that, but he was afraid everything was going to come out jumbled, so when he kissed her, he tried to put in all those feelings into it.

Harry thought he might have done a pretty good job at that, because she sighed and melted into him. He kissed her for what felt like hours, or several sunlit days. It was a shockingly innocent kiss, compared to those that had come before. When they pulled apart, they were both trembling.

"How did I get so lucky?" Harry murmured.

This second kiss was less innocent. When Ginny broke it, Harry was hard and tight against her belly.

"Can we go to bed?" Ginny asked. "I want to be warm."

Harry took her hand and led her down the hall, toward his bedroom. He hoped he'd remembered to tidy it before he left, and was relieved to find the bed made, and his clothes put away. The best feature of the room, Harry thought, was the fireplace across from the bed. With a flick of his wand, he lit it.

"Very romantic," Ginny said, half amused and half shy.

Harry smiled at her, feeling another bubble of elation. He sat at the edge of the bed, and pulled Ginny toward him. "I meant it," Harry said. "I'm so lucky."

"Almost as lucky as me," said Ginny. Then she began to undress, and Harry could no longer form words. Inch by tantalizing inch, more of her was revealed. Creamy shoulders, shapely arms... Ginny did some sort of magic trick with her fingers, and her bra slid off... revealing her perfect breasts. Firelight flickered over them. Her nipples were soft and puffy, not the hard little points he was used to. Then she pulled down her knickers, and Harry nearly swallowed his tongue.

She was perfect, Ginny. Harry stared at the thatch of red hair between her thighs, wanted to touch it, kiss it, put himself inside of it. He stood and grabbed her hands again, and raised them up over her head. He twirled her, wanting to see her whole body.

Ginny let him twirl her twice more before she pulled away and bounced onto the bed. "Your turn!" she crowed.

Harry shucked off his clothes as fast as he could, and followed her onto the bed.

"What, no!" Ginny cried.

Harry froze.

"No, no, no, I want to see it! I need to see it!"

Harry flushed, feeling suddenly self-conscious, but rolled over onto his knees. He even scooted closer, so she'd have a good view. Ginny sat up and looked at him eagerly, making a low noise of satisfaction. She took him in her hand and said, "We are going to have so much fun."

Harry laughed...

...and choked when she sucked him into her mouth.

Oh God.

Her tongue swirled around the tip, her hands were up and down his shaft, and Harry tried so hard to hold it in, but within minutes, he could feel himself... "Ginny!" he said in a strangled voice. "I'm going to come."

She gave him a heated look, made that move with her tongue again, and Harry came in her mouth. His whole body shook as he watched her swallow.

"That was brilliant," Harry said fervently. And honestly, he'd wondered why the Gryffindor boys would speak of blow jobs with such awe, and now he knew. Blow jobs were magical.

And Harry knew he wanted to create a magical experience for Ginny as well, so he shoved aside the post-orgasm lassitude and laid down between her thighs. It was a great view: she was totally open to him. He could see her little clit; under it was her opening. It glistened with wetness, smelled delicious, and Harry put his mouth on it.

It took a while, but Harry licked and sucked and rubbed her clit until Ginny's entire body was writhing, she was moaning, and every once in a while, her hips would spasm. Then, suddenly, she grabbed his head and pulled him tight against her... Harry felt her come.

"That was amazing," Ginny said hoarsely. "That was magic."

Harry moved up her body and kissed her lips. Her hands stroked his back. "You taste so good, Gin, look, you already got me hard again." To prove it, he adjusted his erection so it lay on her hip.

"Harry," Ginny bit her lip. She stroked her hand over his chest, lightly brushing his nipples. "Can we... make love now?"

"Oh, yes," Harry said softly. She spread her legs wider and raised her knees. Harry positioned himself at her opening. She was still so wet from his mouth and her orgasm... Harry slid in so easily... they both groaned as he buried himself in her.

"Wanted this for so long," said Ginny.

Harry was grateful she'd already made him come, because he was able to play for a long time, moving in and out of her, trying this angle and that. He found several good ones, ones that made Ginny gasp out a "yes!", and one that made him grunt in surprise. He kept playing until suddenly the urgency was there again... he moved into her harder, faster... she wrapped her legs around him, and then he felt her clamp down around him, spasming, and Harry came with a strangled shout.

He collapsed on top of her, utterly exhausted, he couldn't even move. And he did not particularly want to. He rolled them over on their sides, and nuzzled her. It felt just about the perfect moment. Ginny was in his arms, the fire was lit... Ginny was Nosy... his eyelids suddenly felt very heavy. Stroking Ginny's hair, he felt complete contentment.

All was right with the world.

THE END

Author's Note:

Well, we made it to the end of the line. This is it. This story is over, and it has been nine years coming. I hope you let me know what you think.