Because of this chapter, I had to change the rating from T to M. It isn't raunchy or anything, I tried to make it as sweet as I could seeing as they were losing their virginity and it's all in Pansy's POV. But it still deals with lemons so...you know... ;)

I felt the sun

Shine so bright on me

Chased the rain from my heart

Through the storm

Through the darkest night

I found my brightest star

One magic moment

Made one magic night

I fell in love

With one look in your eyes baby

I never knew I could feel so loved

Darling, in your arms

I could feel forever

-Mya My First Night With You

Chapter 21: Growing Up

A Potter. I was actually a Potter. I couldn't even believe it as it was happening right before my eyes.

During my 2 years of infatuation, I did what every silly schoolgirl did when it came to her crush. Writing our initials in hearts, writing his and my name all over my parchment covers, imagining what our wedding and kids would look like. I used to imagine us getting married on the beach for some odd reason. Maybe because the beach would soothe me. And then we would live in a big house with four children. Three little black haired girls and one little unruly black haired boy with eyes like mine while the rest had vibrant eyes like their father. They even had names. Lily, Aria, Jade, and Jasper. And Harry would be a professional Quidditch player and I would be a concert pianist.

Of course, Harry knew none of this. He would probably think it childish of me. I for one seen it as a dream partially come true. Maybe a bit early, but still.

So far, everything but my last name was the same. Only I felt my emotions changing from a deep infatuation to something more intense. And it scared me how quickly it was happening.

After the ball, Ginny, Draco, Ron, and Hermione came back with us to our dorm. And when we walked into the room, we had found it had changed.

The common room seemed to had gotten bigger. There were three extra rooms; a small kitchen, a dining room, and another loo.

"I guess Dumbledore wanted you two to know what marriage life was really like." said Ron as he admired our new living space.

The stairs had changed as well and instead of separating and leading to our separate bedrooms, it was on staircase that led to one door. Which meant..

"There is only one bedroom now." said Harry.

"One bedroom? Dumbledore is allowing this?" asked Hermione sounding as if she didn't approve.

"I mean we are married now so I guess us sleeping in the same bed is the norm." I said.

"If you find it awkward we can ask him to change it back." said Harry timidly.

"I'm fine if you are." I said staring up at the door.

"Well I guess we will leave you to it then?" said Ron smirking at Harry. Harry rolled his eyes and pushed him while Hermione slapped his arm.

The four walked out of our "home" and shut the door behind them, leaving us standing in the middle of the floor looking awkwardly at the staircase.

"Well Mrs. Potter, would you like to go and look at our bedroom?" asked Harry laughing as he held out his hand.

I would never get tired of being called that.

I took his hand and walked with him up the steps to our room.

Wow. Our room. The thought of it started to make me nervous.

He opened the door and we walked into the most beautiful bedroom I had ever seen. The walls were a sky blue, the bed was massive with a huge white comforter that looked as if it was a cloud. White sheer curtains blew in the small breeze of the night. One one side of the room, a huge white wardrobe with a matching vanity with all my things set up on it along with a floor length mirror. On the other (Harry's side I guessed) a blue wardrobe that matched the walls with a treasure chest and a stand for his broom. A fireplace was centered in the middle of the room, already lit.

"Woah." breathed Harry. "This is brilliant."

"It's better than my bedroom at home." I said as I took off my shoes (the white carpet was way too precious to put shoes on) and walked over to the bed and ran my hand over the soft, silky fluffiness of the blanket.

"Certainly better than any bedroom I ever had at that hell hole I used to call home." said Harry and he took his shoes off as well and walked around the room admiring this and that.

"Hell hole?" I asked.

"Before coming to Hogwarts, my first bedroom was a closet under the stairs." said Harry grimly.

I gasped. I had never heard of something so horrid. My own parents treated our house elves better than that.

"That's atrocious!" Absolutely horrible! I ought to hex them!"

Harry laughed. "It's fine. I won't be going back there ever again. My parents left me a place in Godric's Hollow. Or you know, we could live anywhere you like. It's up to you." he said as he walked towards me.

"I really hadn't thought about that yet to be honest with you." I said. "I figured that it would be sorted by the time we graduate and we have a couple of months before that happens."

"That's true." said Harry.

We stood in front of each other. The room was silent, minus the crackle sound of the fire. Suddenly the fact that something was about to happened started to set in.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" asked Harry.

I blushed and nodded. It felt good that he was feeling the same thing I was.

"Like I said we don't have to do anything now if you don't want to. We still have a few days."

"I don't want to wait though." I whispered as I put my arms around his neck and looked into his perfect eyes.

"Don't say things like that." said Harry as he put his arms around my waist, his hand on the small of my back made my knees go weak.

"Why not?"

"Its making me not want to be a gentleman." said Harry smiling at me in a way he never had before. I could see the lust for me in his eyes and it excited me.

All inhibitions went out the window when his lips met mine. I had never gotten used to the feel of his lips on mine. Every kiss felt as beautiful as the first, awakening the butterflies that always fluttered whenever something concerned him.

I felt his tongue lick softly on my lips requesting entrance to my mouth. I opened my mouth and moaned as our tongues danced. It wasn't like this was our first time snogging. But this felt different. More intense. And I was loving it.

He started walking forward causing me to walk backwards until I ended up sitting on our bed. His lips left mine and traveled to my neck causing me to shake a little. He started to nibble at me like he was sampling chocolate and wanted to take his time with it. He was driving me mental, I couldn't comprehend a logical thought if I wanted to.

Suddenly my clothes seemed to feel as if they were suffocating me. The fact that Harry still had a shirt on was suffocating me too.

"Lose the shirt." I whispered. He more than happily obliged and for the first time I got to see exactly how good quidditch was to his body.

My mouth was watering as I looked at Harry's arms and chest. Though he was slender, his chest was smooth, his six pack was glorious and his arms were very muscular and it was enough to feel my heart beating through my chest.

I unzipped the back of my dress and allowed it to fall to the floor. At first I had felt shy. That was until I looked at Harry's face and realized that he must liked what he saw.

Ginny's silly self had gotten me a "something for the bedroom" black lingerie set. At first I had thought it funny but then I thought maybe it would be useful. It was black sheer lace so he could basically see everything.

Harry stood and stared at me as if he was a predator and I was his prey. It excited me. No guy had ever looked at me that way before.

The next thing I knew he had picked me up, laid me down on the bed, and climbed on top of me bringing his lips back to mine. This kissing was different. It was as if something animalistic had awakened inside of him and he wanted to devour me. He bit and sucked hard onto my neck marking me as his.

My hands traveled up and down the smoothness of his beautiful back, causing him to tremble at the touch of my fingers. He brought his lips to my chest, nibbling at my soft skin.

His hands were roaming all over my body, his touch was rough but soft at the same time. His hands traveled up my tender thigh. I couldn't help but close my eyes and take in the feeling that his touches was causing me to have.

He tugged at the front hook of the bra, asking to be able to take it a loose and I nodded. I wanted feel every inch of me. He unhooked the bra and kissed the tip of my right nipple. My face felt like it was on fire. The sensation of his mouth on my breasts was causing me to literally heat up with my want for him.

All this foreplay was getting to me. I wanted nothing but him to just ravage me like the guys in the trashy wizard novels I would read did to the witches. But this was our first time, and I did appreciate how tender he was being.

His lips kissed a trail breasts to my knickers and I felt myself tense up a bit when I realized how close he was to my midsection. The knickers were like a string bikini so all he had to do to get them off was pull the strings on the side a loose.

'Thank Merlin I shaved.' I thought to myself as Harry seemed as if he was mesmerized by my womanhood.

"You're gorgeous Pansy do you know that?" said Harry and as I looked in his eyes, I could tell that he was telling the truth.

I watched as he stood up and took both his pants and his knickers off in one fail swoop. I had never seen a man's anatomy before, and I couldn't help but giggle.

"You're gorgeous as well." I said.

Harry looked at me oddly. "Are you sure? You just laughed at me."

"Oh no darling I wasn't laughing at you. " I said realizing my mistake. "I just...had never seen one before. But trust me when I say that I do indeed like what I see."

I reached out and touched him. He stiffened up at my touch but soon seemed to relax as my touch turned into a grasp and he hissed as I started to slowly stroke him.

I had absolutely no idea what I was doing but I must have been doing something right because Harry started moaning, his head was thrown back, and he was licking his lips.

"Pansy love, you might want to stop or I won't be able to...you know..." whispered Harry between his breaths.

I giggled again as I left go of him. I had a feeling that me and it would become best friends.

Harry kissed me as his fingers touched my warmth. I felt myself come alive as his finger massaged my clit, causing me to become wet with pleasure. His touch was amazing, having me seeing stars with excitement.

"Harry..." I breathed as he massaged me faster and faster. I was dripping wet now, I could feel my juices trickling down my thigh.

"Harry, please." I begged him. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted all of him. Every single inch.

He positioned himself on top of me. I could tell in his face that he was nervous but elated.

"Are you ready?" he asked.

"Are you?" I asked.

We both nodded at the same time. "I'll go easy okay? I don't want to hurt you."

I nodded again. I was beyond caring about the pain. I just wanted him.

He looked into my eyes as he entered me slowly. Both of us seemed to be reborn as he broke my barrier. The pain was there and I let out a small cry.

"Pansy?"

"Just...just give me a second..." I said as my vagina was trying to adjust to this foreign object that was inside of it.

Seconds later the pain had dulled and I nodded for him to continue. He continued to push into me and the dull pain quickly turned into pleasure as he pulled out and entered again.

I gasped as he started moving back and forth inside of my walls. I didn't know what to do with my hands. One was holding onto the blanket tightly, the other was on the back of Harry's neck as I brought his head down for a kiss.

"Harry you feel so good." I whispered against his lips. My words must have motivated him because he started to move a bit faster, causing me to cry out.

"Pansy , you're so tight." he said as he started to thrust inside of me harder. My hands traveled to his arms, scratching down them involuntarily as he was sending me into overdrive.

I felt myself getting close and by the look of him, so was he. With one final big thrust we both let go at the same time. I felt him fill me with his seed as he yelled my name.

He laid down on top of me breathless. I felt like a brand new person. A woman. He had made me a woman and I had made him a man. He was mine and I was his. Forever.

"I love you." he whispered in my ear.

My heart danced at the words that I knew that he meant. He loved me. Harry Potter actually loved me. I wanted to shout it out from the top of the astronomy tower that Harry James Potter indeed loved me.

But at that moment all I could do was whisper back "I love you too."