Disclaimer: I do not own any of these charming and entrancing characters, but I do own the romantic interludes they will be put through.

All right, I'm writing more because you all asked so nicely ;-D But if it's awful, don't blame me...

Chapter 7

The Kitchen
After their little interlude, Harry couldn't even look at Ginny without visualizing what she'd done for him. Sexual awareness would dance through him when he recalled it, so he couldn't look her in the face. But he just had to look at her calves, her thighs, her breasts, her - Stop it, Harry! he chided himself. You can't get her involved, it's too dangerous. Voldemort's already used her once. You can't risk her life for your own satisfaction. She doesn't deserve that.

"Good afternoon, Harry," Ginny said, sliding next to him and brushing her hand along his inner thigh. Harry held back his desire.

"Not now, Ginny," he mumbled. "You can't - we can't do this."

"Do what?" she asked innocently. She moved her hand up, sliding over his already significant erection.

"That..." Harry was breathless. They couldn't, they just...couldn't. Ginny stood up and took Harry by the hand, pulling him up as well.

"Harry, there's nothing wrong with what we do. It's natural...it's normal...it's not a weakness." And suddenly, unable to remember why he shouldn't he swept Ginny into a crushing kiss. She melted beneath his touch, sighing as she drew herself nearer to him. Pressing her body into his, she reveled in the closeness of their body, their electrifying chemistry, their passion and heat.

In one sweeping motion, Harry scooped Ginny into his arms and carried her up the stairs. Ginny giggled.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm going to return to you the pleasure you've given me," he said mischeiviously.

"I like the sound of that."

He kicked open Ginny's bedroom door and practically threw her on the bed. He removed her shirt first, continuing with the rest of her clothing until she was completely nude. She covered herself up with her hands, embarrasssed at her nakedness and blushing through her whole body. Harry smiled and moved her arms out of his view, making his erection leap.

"Don't hide," he said. "You're beautiful." Then he laid her back on the bed. He kissed her with passion and lust He kissed her forehead, her eyelids, her neck; brushing his lips across her body and leaving trails of heat in their wake. Harry put his mouth on her left nipple, nipping lightly. She gasped and moaned.

"Oh, Harry." He brought up his right hand to her other exposed breast and lightly caressed the peak and the hardened bud there as he continued to nibble and taste her. He drove her mad with those back-and-forth feathery strokes on one side while licking, suckling, and teasing the other. She groaned and reached up to him, pulling his body further onto hers and grinding her hips into him. She tried to unbutton his shirt, but he pushed her hands away. He smiled again, amazed that he was the one making her feel and act this way.

He grazed his hands down her exposed body and lowered them to her entrance. He placed his fingers in her womanly folds and explored her. He teased her swollen nub, rolling and rubbing her fingers. He placed his tongue in her, swirling and suckling until she finally cried out for sweet release.

"Please, Harry, make love to me." Ginny watched in lust as he took off all his clothes and climbed into the bed with her. But just before he entered her, clarity swept through him.

"We can't, Ginny. You'd be a weapon for Voldemort. I won't let him use you."

Harry put his clothes back on and left Ginny in her room, on the verge of tears.

Please R&R! Thanks to all of you reviewers, without whom, this story would have been given up on already. If it wasn't for you, I would not have enough reason to keep attempting to write. There's quite a handful of you reviewers now! Thanks to everyone who has stuck with this story, and thanks to you new people for leaving comments and thoughts! If anyone is counting, this chapter ends day 3 of the week the Golden Trio will be spending at the Weasley house, and my story will make up the entirety of that week. I can't write action, just romance and magic, so no finding Horcruxes for me (just finding love). Oh, and if a guy ever left me hanging like Harry left Ginny, I'd probably kill him, the btard.