CH- 3: "It's like dancing…"

"YOU TOLD HIM?" Ginny yelled after Ron had informed her of Harry's new found knowledge.

"He still loves you Ginny, I think that you two need to talk everything out," Hermione said softly as she patted Ginny's shoulder. Ginny turned on her soon to be sister-in-law and snarled in frustration.

"Did you at least keep your other promise Ronald or did you tell Harry everything?" she demanded.

"I only told him about Michael, Gin, he had to know. He was eating himself up with guilt because he thought you were cheating on your husband," Ron said, trying to explain.

"Is that what he told you? Do you honestly think that he doesn't get a thrill over the excitement of adultery? You know just as well as I do that his affair with that Malia Moon was plastered all over the papers. I can't love a man like that Ron."

"I didn't have an affair with Malia."

All three of them turned to see Harry in the doorway. Ginny saw the tears in his eyes and she knew that he had heard what she said about him and Malia. "I don't believe you," she whispered.

"Do you really think that I enjoy breaking up marriages? Malia was an accident, she and her husband were having problems and so she came to me for advice. She was my friend and the press made it into something dirty. A friendship isn't an affair no matter how you look at it," Harry said softly.

"I don't believe you," Ginny told him again and Harry sighed.

"When you are ready to hear the truth about it then come and find me and we will talk," and then he was gone. Ginny turned to Ron and Hermione and saw the sadness on their faces.

"Do you really believe that about him Ginny?" Hermione asked and Ginny sighed.

"I don't know what I believe anymore…"

Harry was out in the paddock again, sitting on the ground and staring up at the sky. Everything at the Burrow reminded him of the passionate summer he had spent with Ginny. They had made love under the stars night after night and it had been an adventure just to talk about their future plans. Harry knew he would never forget their first time, never…

"Care for a broomstick race Ginny?" Harry asked as they plopped down at the table for breakfast. Ron glared at them and turned to him mother.

"Ginny shouldn't be on a broomstick mum, her healer told her that too much activity will reopen her wounds," he complained.

Molly smiled fondly at Harry and her daughter and turned a stern glare on her youngest son. "It's only a broomstick race Ronald, I'm sure Harry will be careful of her won't you dear?"

"I would never let anything hurt her mum," he smiled at Ginny affectionately and Molly beamed at him.

"You two finish your breakfast and then go outside and get some fresh air," Molly told them and Ron grunted. Molly walked out the kitchen and Harry took the opportunity to put his hand on Ginny's knee. She kept a straight face and went on eating her bacon and toast.

"I love you Ginny," Harry whispered in her ear. She grinned at him and placed a small kiss on his lips.

"That is good to know," she teased and stood up, grabbing her plate and dumping the remains of her breakfast in the receptacle. Harry watched her hips swaying enticingly and he licked his lips unconsciously. She looked like she was in a playful mood and it excited him because he loved to play with Ginny.

"Come and get me," she whispered in his ear and she sauntered off out the back door. Harry's eyes followed her out and then he quickly cleaned up his plate and went to the back door.

"If you hurt her Harry…" Ron began and Harry patted his friend on the shoulder.

"We have been through this Ron, I love Ginny and I'm proposing to her today," he pulled a box out of his pocket and showed Ron. His eyes grew wide as he opened it.

"Are you sure? I mean this is a big step… can't you wait for a month or two…" Ron stammered and Harry gave him a serious look.

"In two months Ginny is going back to Hogwarts and I want every man there to know that she is taken," Harry said and Ron sighed.

"I proposed to Hermione and she refused me Harry. I don't want the same thing to happen to you," Ron said. Harry gaped at Ron; he hadn't known why they split up. "I didn't go after her either when she left. If you love Ginny enough to follow her anywhere then go ahead, but if you aren't sure don't do it."

"I would follow her to the end of the earth, don't worry," Harry said and he left the house with the ring in his pocket.

Ginny was out by the broom shed, rifling through her brothers brooms to find her own. Harry stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her waist, laying his head against her shoulder. She sighed and put her hands on his arms. It felt perfect to have him holding her, like she could spend her entire life in his arms.

"I love you Harry," she whispered. Harry kissed the back of her neck lightly, brushing his lips behind the back of her ear.

She shivered and turned around in his arms. His eyes were dancing with passion and love. He leaned his head down to hers and suddenly their lips were pressed tightly together. They moved their lips roughly against each others, tongues clashing violently. It felt perfect. Harry lifted her and her legs wrapped around his waist, pressing them tight against each other, as if they wanted to be a part of one another.

"We need to go somewhere more private," Harry whispered hotly in her ear as he ran his hand over her backside. Ginny moaned and pressed herself closer to him.

"The paddock would be perfect," she replied. He put her back down on the ground and they stared at each other, not willing to take their eyes off the other. They grabbed their brooms and entwined hands. They tried to take a leisurely walk into the paddock, but Harry felt as if everyone were watching them and it made him nervous. Ginny suddenly let go of his hand and began running into the wooded area, with Harry close on her tail.

When they were finally deep into the meadow Harry caught up to her and swung her into his arms. The brooms were dropped to the ground and were quickly forgotten. "Vestis Excito," he whispered and a soft blanket appeared on the ground. He pulled her into his arms again and they fell to the ground, their lips crushed together and their hands pulling at the clothing that separated their bodies.

"I have wanted this for so long," Ginny whimpered as she touched his bare chest. Harry took her hand and kissed the palm, touching his tongue to the center. She pulled her hand away and replaced it with her lips. Soon they were panting with need and excitement.

"I love you," was the last audible thing Ginny heard him say before they became one. A scream was ripped from her throat at the pain but she held it back; she wanted their first time to be perfect for Harry. She stopped him by grabbing his arm.

"Wait a moment," she breathed raggedly and Harry stared down at her.

"Did I hurt you?" he asked worriedly. Ginny almost smiled at the look of concern on his face. She gently touched his cheek and bought him down to kiss her again. The pain was receding and she was ready to finish what they had started.

"Make love to me Harry," she begged and with a nervous grin he did just that. With soft kisses and touches they reached for a joy that had been two years in the making. It was everything they had ever dreamed and so much more.

After they had collapsed in each others arms Ginny smiled at Harry and laid her head on his chest. "It's like dancing…" she whispered sleepily and Harry kissed the top of her head.

"I'm sorry that I never asked you to dance Ginny," he said but he figured that he had the rest of their lives to do it. There was no hurry at all.

They lay on their backs looking at the clouds several hours later. Harry felt the ring in his pocket and he grinned. "Ginny, I need to ask you a question," he said and she turned on her side to look at him.

"I can't do it again so soon…" she began and Harry laughed.

"That isn't the question Gin," he teased and she began to blush a deep rose.

"Okay then Harry, what were you going to ask me?" she said in a falsely resigned voice. Harry pinched her side and she giggled and scooted away from him. "I don't know if I will give you an answer now Mr. Potter, it was mean to pinch me," she pouted.

"I suppose I can wait for awhile," he said and lay back down on the grass. Ginny frowned and she moved closer and draped herself across him. When she didn't get a response she began to nibble on her lower lip, trying to think of some way to get him to ask her whatever it was that he wanted to ask. As if a light bulb had suddenly gone on over her head she grinned.

Harry didn't notice anything was amiss until he felt Ginny's feather light touch on the bottom of his shirt. He brushed her hand away but the young Weasley wasn't deterred. Instead she moved her hand up inside his shirt and played her fingers lightly over his chest. He pushed her hand away and she smiled, putting her hand right back where it was.

"I thought that you weren't ready yet Gin," Harry reminded her and she pulled away blushing brightly.

"I'm not," she whispered in a shy tone.

"Stop tormenting me then," Harry said and Ginny laughed. She moved closer to him and kissed his neck softly.

"Ask me," she breathed against his ear. Harry nodded and then turned and caught her lips in a breathtaking kiss. His hand was at her nape, forcing her mouth wider to accept all of him that she could. When he finally let her up for air she gasped and then wiggled herself against him mercifully. Harry grabbed her hips with both hands and stopped her. He rolled over so that he was on his side and he let go of her.

Harry dug in his pocket and tried to shield what he was doing from Ginny. When he turned around he was holding something in his fist. "I have loved you for a long time Ginny, probably since I saw your freckled face at Kings Cross for the first time, but I don't think I have ever felt as deeply for you as I do now. You have passion, courage, and a fierce temper but you are mine and I want to keep it that way," he opened his hand and showed her the ring. Her eyes filled with tears as she looked at the ring and then back to him.

"Will you marry me Ginny?"

For a brief moment she said nothing and then she began to laugh. "I will marry you on one condition."

"What would that be?" he asked huskily. He saw the passion in her eyes and knew that whatever it was he was going to like it very much.

"You have to tell me everyday that you love me, you have to hold me when I cry and I want at least four children," she said as she kissed his neck softly. Harry pushed her away to see her face and brushed a lock of her hair out of her face.

"That sounds like more than one condition," he teased.

"Take it or leave it Harry," she said sweetly. Harry crushed her to him and breathed into her hair. Lord how he loved her.

"I'll take it Gin. I'll take it…"

Harry sighed and raked his hands through his hair. Everything had been so perfect between them until he had joined the Cannons. After that Ginny had become moody and withdrawn and she had been sending out more owls than usual. The night before he left for Chuddley they had made love again, for the last time. Harry hadn't known that then, but Ginny had and she had made it more memorable than anything else.

He still loved her and he knew that he always would. He couldn't believe that she had lied to him about Michael but he could understand the frustration that it had caused her. She wasn't ready to trust him yet, but she would be soon. Harry would make sure of that.