2.

Celebrations:

Prelude

So here it was. Ginny's big day.

Harry woke up, in his own bed. Whilst they spent every waking minute possible together (que lots of teasing from their friends, when anyone felt like it, the pall of sadness still hung over them) they had decided it was best, for now, if they kept to separate beds. Harry smiled a wan smile as he remembered the discussion.

'Hello,' a warm, familiar voice tickled his ear as he hunched over Charlie's old desk. Whilst he slept in Ron's room, he regularly used Charlie's as a study. It was just tidier than Ron's. The letters he'd been receiving needed responses. He'd gotten up early to make sure they got them. The tell-tale strands of cooling copper that drifted around his collar justified this. Distraction had arrived.

Harry leaned back into the arms that were creeping around him.

'Good morning' he whispered to the wall. Soft lips brushed his cheek. He could imagine their moist pinkness now. He smiled.

'How are you today?' Ginny asked as she kissed his jaw-line.

'Is that a loaded question?' He felt her lips smile on his ear as she nibbled his earlobe.

'I just didn't want to waste my latest purchase,'

'Mhhmm? And what would that be?'

'Close your eyes' she ordered, still barely speaking, her warm breath curling over his ear.

'Already a step ahead.'

'Good.'

Ever so slowly his chair grated along the floor, just a foot or so. Harry heard a whispered locking spell.

Ginny smiled at her man, his eyes closed, the slight trace of a pulse in his neck betraying his nerves. She straddled him. The first gasp as she positioned herself very deeply in his lap. Small hands, long fingered, dark green nails, rested on his chest.

'Keep them closed, Chosen One.' Harry grinned at that. Ginny brought her lips to his. The kiss was tentative, purposely so. She was nervous, the trembling of her lips betraying her. Harry felt the tiny tremors as her lips brushed his and shifted slightly. Ginny shh'd him and pulled away. She said nothing, just let herself rest in his lap, letting the steadily building bulge push against her. The time pulled away from them.

Early morning light, a near-silent house. Even the Ghoul was quiet. Ginny let herself smile and keep him waiting. One moment longer.

'Harry,' she asked, her whisper curling around the dust motes in the room.

'Gin'?'

'Open them'

Harry gasped and groaned at the same time. Ginny was sat on his lap wearing very little. What was covered was done so by green lace. The gentle swell of her breasts was capped by dark green, swirling in miniscule floral patterns that seemed to shimmer slightly. Harry glanced down. Her pale skin, never darkened beyond ivory, stretched all the way to her hips. The pants matched and her white legs were tensed as the grasped his legs close together.

Ginny watched him adore her. They both began to breathe heavily, anticipating what was to come.

Slowly their lips came together and passion began to build. It was slow, burning, like a fire laying redundant amongst coals slowly starting to work its way over newspaper, sticks, twigs and logs and come back to life.

Lips interlocked. Hands explored. Pale fingers grasped black hair as rough lips explored. From the lips, to the neck, to the hollow of the collar-bone moist shimmering with the heat of anticipation.

Fingers, roughened by Quidditich and wand-work slid up and down a gentle hour-glass of a woman's waist. Thumbs brushed over breasts. Palms cupped their gentle weight. Finger-tips traced down backs.

Chequered shirts were undone and slipped off. Papers were pushed away. Body's pressed onto the warm, ancient surface of mahogany. Male lips, cracked and in unshaved parentheses, brushed over soft, lily-scented skin.

Harry's fingers hooked around Ginny's waistband.

'Gin?'

'I'm yours Harry.'

'I love you.'

'I love you too.' Ginny looked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling herself. She went to her knees. Glancing up at Harry, she removed what remained and slowly took him into her mouth.

From then on it was sinuous. Physical sibilance Harry explored every inch of her. Fingers slid and she shivered. Thumbs brushed and she groaned into the crook of his neck. And then; wholeness. Every part of himself in her. Unity.

It was after, still unclothed, they lay on the floor.

'Gin''

'Ye'

'You're incredible.' She looked up from where her head rested on his chest and kiss him. He smiled.

'How much you bet we get caught before we leave?'

'A galleon says we don't'

'I'd never bet against your mum.'

'More fool you. Do you think I'm that unsubtle?' She asked, resting her chin on his sternum and raising her eyebrow at him.