A/N: Harry and Ginny's birthdays are reasonably close together so I dealt with them in consecutive chapters, here's hers in part 2 of the vacation.
Harry and Ginny spent the weekend being teenagers. They played Exploding Snap and Wizards Chess. Harry usually bested Ginny in Exploding Snap no matter which of the three variations they played. His reflexes served him quite well, though she did fair best with the "patience" variant, winning every so often. Ginny consistently beat Harry at Wizards Chess; being related to Ron meant she learned from him and was similarly skilled, able to win several times in a row quickly. Both Harry and Ginny were not used to so much quiet time, it felt odd, and by the middle of the week, they were bored.
"Let's sleep out here on the beach tonight, the stars are out, and the waves sound nice," Ginny said thoughtfully, looking up at the sky from her back.
"Okay, but we need to think of more to do during the day; we can only play games so much, but it's been fun I suppose." Harry said with a shrug.
"Yeah but let's try for something more daring the rest of the week." Ginny said thoughtfully.
Harry turned to look at her with interest. "It doesn't feel right not scratching that itch." Harry agreed.
"There's some cliffs along the beach, we could go cliff diving!" Ginny said eagerly.
"I've technically done that with Dumbledore, would have been fun if we were not trying to get to the cave with the locket." Harry recalled with a sad smile.
"Let's end the week like that." Ginny smiled.
"And tonight?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrows.
Ginny curled tightly into Harry's body with a smile and a yawn. "I reckon this will do just fine." She met his lips in a slow kiss and soon involved her tongue, which propelled them to snogging.
"Hey," Harry said quietly as they pulled apart. "It's less than a week until your birthday; what do you want?"
Ginny shook her head. "I already have what I want."
"Right, the broom. I'm glad you like it, but there's got to be something else."
"Not the broom, you thick head." Ginny weaved her hands affectionately through his hair. "I finally have you and anything else is a nice bonus."
I'll make sure it's a good bonus then." Harry said locking his right hand in hers.
"Well, if you must," Ginny said as her free hand found its way onto his neck with a blush.
They continued snogging for some time before falling asleep in each other's arms, with the sound of ocean waves accompanying their light snores.
That Friday, they followed through on cliff diving but were nervous; Ginny more than Harry.
"Do you think we thought this through?" Ginny asked anxiously.
"It was your idea." Harry chuckled.
"Yeah, I know; it's just once you get up on a high cliff; jumping off is a little scarier than it seems in your head," Ginny admitted hastily.
"If it helps you look beautiful." He said affectionately.
Ginny rolled her eyes sounding dismissive. "You always say that when I'm starkers, I'm not sure if it counts anymore."
"We're both starkers because we didn't want to bother with wet clothes after the jump." Harry reminded her casually. "But trust me, you look way better than me with nothing on, Gin."
"Why is that, it's not perfect?" She asked curiously.
Harry let his hands linger on most of her body. "A perfect body is overrated Ginny."
"I don't wish it was perfect," She said defensively. "I just wish it was a little less stared at by blokes. Hell, some girls can't help themselves." She bowed her head sheepishly.
"Hey," Harry said softly, lifting her head. "I wouldn't change a thing about you."
"Thanks, Harry."
Holding hands, they jumped at the same time. The rush of wind that surrounded their free fall felt terrific. Time seemed to slow down for both of them. Harry watched Ginny's long hair whip violently around her as they fell. She looked like a mythical goddess. Harry knew we were in the Muggle fantasy stories he had never read; It was breathtakingly beautiful; the sight made Harry wish he could freeze time. Hitting the water was like falling through a thick barrier; the impact stung hard, but any pain was gone instantly, but he'd underestimated how far under the water his body's momentum would carry him, and found it difficult to get his swimming started. He was suddenly flashing back to multiple times when he nearly drowned both as a child and older.
Harry opened his eyes; he was on the beach looking up at Ginny. "My clothes are on again. What happened?" He asked, blinking slowly.
"You needed a little help." Ginny said with an expression of forced calm; she was wearing her robe again."You panicked when you hit the water."
"So you saved my life?" Harry asked, blinking fast now.
"I did not slay a giant snake, but..." Ginny blushed sheepishly.
"Thanks," Harry said weakly.
"I need to teach you how to swim when you dive because you bloody suck at it," Ginny said weakly. "Let's get inside for now."
"I didn't realise it was so late," Harry said with a yawn.
"What are you planning for my birthday?" She asked curiously.
Harry laughed. "You didn't tell me; why would I tell you?"
She shrugged in agreement. "Fair point."
In the nights leading up to Ginny's birthday they slept on the beach, she had grown to like falling asleep to the sound of the ocean waves and the cool air offset the heat, not to mention having Harry as a pillow. However when she woke up on the her birthday that Tuesday, she was alone.
"Where's he gone?" Ginny thought to herself rather perplexed. Looking at the sky the sun was hanging quietly in the sky, it didn't seem to be morning anymore. "Merlin did I really sleep that late…" Ginny yawned and sat up. "I guess that's a yes."
Ginny slowly walked back towards the cottage and was surprised to find a certain Phoenix perched on the steps looking at her intently.
"You haven't seen Harry have you?"
Ginny mentally laughed at herself for trying to talk in English with an animal, but to her surprise Fawkes flew inside. That's when Ginny realized the door was open. Harry wasn't anywhere to be found in the kitchen, Fawkes however flew into the next room.
"Lead the way then." Ginny said gently, getting the idea.
Ginny followed Fawkes upstairs and into the room in which they occupied, Harry was still nowhere to be found. The Phoenix perched itself on her shoulder from the bed. That was when she noticed something small laying in the center.
"He's trying to be romantic." Ginny said as she took a seat on the bed, taking the card first, and smiling.
I could have thrown money into a fancy ring, but I know you would have cared less about that so Fawkes helped me make a simple ring special.
Ginny looked at the ring curiously. "Do you have more powers I don't know about?" She asked Fawkes with amusement.
Fawkes merely, gave a calm cry. Ginny turned her attention to the ring, it was definitely simple which she appreciated. Looking at it up close the stone in the center had a shine which was typical of engagement rings except that this was magical.
Ginny chuckled talking aloud. "Oh Harry, l love you but a magical engagement ring is too predictable for the show you put on to give me this."
"Careful, " A familiar voice said. "The source is sitting on your shoulder." Harry finished with a smug grin.
Ginny, who had been entirely focused on the ring, exclaimed abruptly, standing up, dropping the ring in the process. "Harry, what the— were you under the cloak the whole time?"
"I was worried that you would notice me but Fawkes was the perfect distraction." He was even smugger now.
"How did you get him to—wait what, do you mean I'm offending Fawkes? He didn't help make this ring. Besides, it's the lead up you lose points on, the ring is beautiful." Ginny said bluntly.
"Actually, He said quietly, picking the ring up off the floor. "Fawkes did help make the ring, not literally, but he helped make it meaningful—like wanted."
"How?" Ginny asked eagerly.
"It's imbued with Phoenix tears and in a bit it will be imbued with Phoenix fire." Harry said quietly.
"That's impossible!" Ginny said in an amazed whisper.
"You missed something else in the room, take a look around." He said quietly.
Observing the room, Ginny finally noticed several unlit candles. Harry waved his wand and they formed a circle in the air. Fawkes gave a euphoric cry as he flew in the center of the circle of candles and disappeared in veil of flame that left them all ablaze. Harry flicked his wand and the candles returned to where they originally were in the room. Ginny watched Harry take the ring to one of the lit candles and hold it directly in the flame. It was intact when he removed it and brought it over to Ginny again.
"Okay, I take back what I said earlier, I did realize that you were holding in such a romantic side, Harry." Ginny's eyes were watering from emotional euphoria.
"Well, I'm honestly rubbish at romantic gestures, but I wanted you to know that I heard you after your proposal when you said that you wanted a meaningful ring—let this cool before you put it on, okay." He added, setting it on the bedside table. "Anyway, I tried to make it as meaningful as possible." He blushed, scratching the back of his head, unsure of his success.
"Harry, I will never forget this; that means it was brilliant," She assured him in an emotional euphoria.
Ginny pulled Harry into a kiss that lasted several minutes, tender and intimate; then, she pulled away to collect her engagement ring… The Phoenix flame exposure meant the ring was a uniquely matching colour now.
"I'm glad that worked out well." Harry said in relief as he watched her slide the ring on the proper finger.
"I love it, but I'm curious…" Ginny was looking at the ring intriguingly.
"Hmm?" Harry asked softly.
"How did you manage this? We have been together this whole vacation." Ginny asked, unable to hold back curiosity.
"You are a pretty heavy sleeper like Ron; it wasn't that difficult to sneak off before you woke up—When I needed to anyway…." Harry bluntly said.
"And Fawkes?"
"I asked him for help as an Animagus; he was happy to do it," Harry mentioned with a smile.
"That makes sense," Ginny nodded, looking around the room again. "But why so many candles? One is all it would have taken."
Harry sat down on the bed. "I wanted to set the mood," He blushed. "I've thought about the best birthday present I could give you— "
"The ring is wonderful, Harry."
"That's not what I was setting the mood for." He said softly.
"What do you— "
Ginny was silenced as Harry's mouth met hers… She knew right away that there was something different in this kiss, she could feel his hands on the back of her neck it was purposefully slow, his tongue teasing her lips every so often and soon Ginny felt Harry gently pull her down onto the bed, her mouth opening to accept his tongue completely as they continued snogging… Ginny was the one to break the moment laying against Harry's body with her face inches from his, her newly engaged hand intertwined in one of his.
"Harry, are you sure?" She whispered, now understanding where things were headed.
"No," He admitted shyly. "But I am sure that I love you, and I'm honestly tired of being nervous, but I need you to lead the way."
"In that case, let's come back to the bed so we're not fumbling with clothes." She said gently.
Ginny kissed Harry again before hopping off the bed and leading Harry to do the same. He spoke rationally. "You know, we could magic our clothes off?"
Ginny shook her head. "I want to savour every moment of this, and that includes foreplay." She focused on kissing Harry's neck, "We have all the time in the world because you willingly sacrificed your life to save it." She muttered softly.
Harry held her face with one hand, talking slowly his voice quiet with emotion. "You…this…us; that was the last thing I thought about before I died… I just want your first time—our first time to be special. It could turn into a terrible birthday gift."
Ginny held his face gently by his cheeks, her response a soft but firm plea. "Kiss me… Stop bloody worrying about shagging before we're even out of our clothes, Harry."
Harry did as Ginny asked, kissing her yet again. As their kiss intensified, Ginny took off Harry's shirt and tossed it to the floor blindly. Harry made to do the same, sliding both hands underneath her shirt; with a nod of her head Ginny permitted him, and he took off her shirt and tossed it to the floor with his own.
"I'm getting your point; there's no need to rush to the end." He said softly.
Harry's kisses were slow and patient: on her neck and clavicle on one side and then across the cups of her purple bra, settling on its twin. He circled the muscle, sucking gently. Ginny's hum of satisfaction encouraged him to do the same on the uncovered skin in the valley of her breasts while he navigated to the clasp of her bra, trying to unhook it.
"Blimey," He said after minutes without success.
Ginny was quite sure Harry had no idea how to unhook a bra but admired his attempt. "Let me worry about that."
Ginny took a moment to unhook her and dropped it onto the floor with the pile of abandoned clothes.
"I'd ask how you did that, but I don't care." He said quietly.
Ginny chuckled and led him over to the bed, sliding off his boxers and then stepped back slightly, admiring how he looked wearing nothing.
"I always forget you have other scars besides the one on your forehead," Ginny admitted. "Still, the newer ones remind me how much you've sacrificed." She was smiling at him with adoration.
"That look in your eyes makes me feel special in ways that being famous never has." He pulled Ginny back to him, his hands slowly found her bum, sliding off her knickers which joined the pile of clothes on the floor.
Ginny quite suddenly felt full of emotion. "I feel that to Harry, special because of the way you look at me. That's why I'm okay to stop using this while it's just us." Harry wondered what Ginny meant, but then she turned to him and said, "Revelio."
Harry watched as Ginny's scars were made visible on her back again. They were true torture scars.
"I hope they don't hurt." He said softly as he embraced her from behind.
"It's the memories that hurt now," Ginny said anxiously.
"Then we make new memories, and I'm sure we'll forget the painful ones," Harry reassured.
She turned around and melted into him, looking up at him with a smile on her face. "That sounds perfect."
Ginny pulled Harry over to the bed and climbed onto it. He followed her, and then she sat on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck and stretching her legs out on the bed. It didn't take long for kissing to progress to snogging, slowly exploring one another's mouth and took turns playfully tugged on lips.
Harry was the first to break the kiss though only inches. "You know, it's your birthday, tell me what you want?"
"If you mean what do I want you to do, I need to warm up before we shag, make love to me," Ginny muttered softly.
"You feel plenty warm already," Harry said, smiling rhetorically.
Ginny smiled in amusement. "True, but shagging without warming up first is never a good idea for girls, especially the first time."
"I didn't know that," Harry said quietly, running one hand slowly from the base of her legs now.
"Going too fast is what causes bleeding; you blokes get caught up in the heat of the moment." Ginny elaborated with a smirk.
"You don't have to worry about that with me," He promised lovingly,
Harry started trailing his lips up and inside her unbent leg until he was at the beginning of her sex.
"I'm sorry I haven't shaved," Ginny said suddenly.
Harry held her cheek affectionately. "Gin, that doesn't matter to me."
"Really!"
"I'm a little vain, but that's not what I'm going to remember about our first time." Harry insisted calmly.
You're so sweet." Ginny cocooned into Harry's chest.
"I can be." He said modestly.
Harry kissed the top of her head and then kissed her nose and then slowly peppered more kisses down her throat. Ginny threw her head back as Harry progressed into the valley of her breasts.
"Oh, keep going," Ginny said with eager satisfaction
"If you say so." He grinned.
Harry focused on her left breast first as he licked from the outside in, teasing the skin slowly and then sucking her nipple too. Ginny had always kept her body off-limits to other boyfriends, and usually, Harry was hesitant to explore hers, but now he was after her tits as though trying to get milk, and she realised he likely was. Not that she minded his suckling. There was something intimate about it, and it filled her with a warmth she hadn't anticipated.
"I like when you're eager for me, Harry," Ginny told him, feeling hot now.
"You have no idea." He muttered hastily.
"Show me." She demanded eagerly, both hands around his neck with her eyes full of lust.
Harry slowly stroked the forest of red hair on her vulva, circling with one finger.
"Your fanny is brilliant, you know," Harry told her.
Ginny blushed. "Most blokes prefer a bare fanny from what I've heard other say."
Harry shrugged. "Not a requirement I have."
Ginny was relieved. "That makes me feel better; now, what else can you do with your mouth." She added bluntly.
Harry lowered his head, peppering kisses on her fanny and teasing the folds with his tongue, while he occupied his hands by squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples gingerly between his fingers.
"I love when you multitask." She breathed excitedly.
Ginny lowered her head talking advantage of Harry's bent over position, and kissed every bit of his neck while staying busy with Harry's hair.
"That feels good." They said together, chuckling briefly.
"Harry, come here," She said softly.
Ginny pulled Harry into a heated snog for several minutes, licking the back of his mouth while slowly falling over him on the bed.
"I'll let you take it from here, Gin," Harry said softly, teasing the freckles on her nose with his lips.
Ginny smiled, stroking his face. "I'm not sure how to line up yet; our pesky height difference is something we need to figure out together."
"Is this it then?" He asked, holding her engaged hand.
"I'm so ready; I love you so much, Harry." Ginny felt tears sliding slowly down her face.
"Are you okay?" He was concerned now.
"Yeah, I don't mean to cry, but this means everything to me. She said, lamenting her emotions.
Harry whispered affectionately. "I know; I felt it during your dream on my birthday. Do you need to calm you down a bit before we shag?
"I thought I was, but I guess not." She laughed softly.
"Your heart is going mad, Gin." He observed it thumping rapidly under his hand.
"I'm so excited I'm nervous," Ginny admitted anxiously.
"I'll help you relax." He said softly.
"Harry, you are wonderful." She blushed but was smiling in both cheeks.
Harry kissed her thoroughly, slowly flipping them over, so he was on top. "I've neglected the other side of your body."
"I still can't believe you don't mind the scars." She said quietly.
Ginny shifted to her stomach, and Harry was behind her, trailing kiss after kiss across her permanently scarred back.
"1 love your scars, Gin; they mean so much to me because of the love and loyalty you showed me in the year I was gone," Harry whispered affectionately.
"I would have gone with you if I could; I was always scared for you," Ginny said emotionally.
"I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you now." He lovingly promised.
Harry tried his hands at massaging Ginny's back. He started at her shoulders, feeling a lot of nervous tension. She let out coos of approval the lower his hands progressed, and when he arrived at her lower back, she moaned loudly into the pillow.
"Stay right there, Harry; your hands fit perfectly on my bum," Ginny told him bluntly.
"That man told me as much." He said playfully.
Harry continued massaging, digging his hands into both sides of her bum, working from the outside and eventually meeting over the centre of her bum.
"Don't stop now, Harry", Ginny said eagerly.
"Tell me what to do?" Harry said quietly.
"Slide a finger in from top to bottom, so I know what it feels like, no more than that; I'm not ready for anything more back here," Ginny said seriously.
"Are you sure this will help you relax?" He asked hesitantly.
"No, but the curiosity is driving me mad. I want to know if your fingers feel as good in the back as they do in front. I don't want to lose my virginity with this still a mystery." Ginny said with sudden confidence.
"Promise me you'll speak up, Gin." Harry reminded her bluntly.
She was severe yet playful. "Trust me, Potter, if I don't like your fingers back there, you'll know; I'll make sure of that."
Ginny wasn't sure what to expect once Harry's finger was inside her arse; what she felt was… intense; there was no other way to describe it. The abrupt heat that came over her forced a sudden breath from her lungs.
"Gin?"
"I guess you can't ever prepare for this, but go slow," Ginny said quietly.
Harry took his time, sliding one finger from the top of her arse to the bottom, only briefly touching her arsehole, at which point she let out a slight hum of satisfaction.
"Too much." He called gently.
"No, but let's not push this side of things anymore tonight. You satisfied my curiosity." She said calmly.
"Stay there. I'm going to wash my hands, can't be too careful." Harry said, retreating to the loo.
Ginny chuckled and rolled onto her back again. She found herself sliding multiple fingers inside her vagina, randy from his show of responsibility, quite sure that very few blokes would be so mindful. That alone got her going. She knew how lucky she was to have him and would for the rest of her life whenever they decided to get married; that thought was enough to make her orgasm as she finished a quick wank.
"So you are relaxed then?" Harry teased with amusement as he got back onto the bed lying next to her but on his side.
"If it helps, I was thinking about you," Ginny said defensively, shifting to her side now too.
"I'll take that as a yes," Harry said with an amused smile.
Ginny nodded, pulling Harry tight against her and wrapping her arms around him. Her voice was soft. "You know, we don't need to be fancy here. I'm tired of overthinking it." She said thoughtfully.
"I'll follow your lead." He squeezed her ring hand now.
I'm sorry I'm so short, Harry." She said apologetically.
Harry shook his head. "We'll figure it out, Gin."
Ginny knew that not being able to look into Harry's eyes while they were having sex was a situation that she wanted to avoid no matter what, but simplicity and comfort mattered also. They spent a while figuring out what position worked best.
"Comfortable?" Ginny asked.
"Yeah, those other positions were uh…." Harry wasn't sure what to say.
"A bit much for our first go at a shag." Ginny finished with a smile.
"You did look hot straddled over me like that," Harry told her bluntly.
"Still, I'm glad we're not trying to do too much; this feels right," Ginny admitted.
"Anything with you feels right, Gin." Her hair felt smooth in his hand.
They were lying facing each other, all but glued together. Ginny could feel Harry's full erection teasing her entrance now.
"I love you, Harry Potter, so bloody much." She said softly.
"I wish I loved you since I was a child." He said apologetically.
"I did not think you would love me at all, but you do now, and that is all that matters. There's only one thing we don't have together, Harry; I'm ready to change that." She said emotionally.
"You are in charge, alright." He affectionately whispered to her.
Ginny reached down and stroked Harry's entire length. They each sighed contently, and then Ginny began rubbing his penis against her clit, no clothes between them now.
"Merlin, that's brilliant." He breathed eagerly.
Ginny let out a long breath, quiet and emotional. "I've waited so long to have sex—with you, to know what it feels like…."
"You are in control." He reassured her affectionately.
With every inch they joined sexually, Ginny felt more fulfilled. It was slow and careful, but soon, she was complete with him. The sensation was overwhelmingly pleasant.
"Oh, Harry." Her voice was thick with arousal now.
Ginny kissed Harry for quite some time as she began to grind slowly against him, her kissing was focused everywhere but his lips now and she would grind a little faster with every new spot her lips touched. She heard Harry's breath quicken once she decided to start licking his chest.
"Merlin, you're warm, Gin." Harry said with contentment. "I won't make it long." He whispered apologetically.
Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Harry, did you think we were only going to have sex one time today?"
"Err," Harry blushed.
She chuckled with a smile on her face. "I'll take that as a yes."
Ginny grinned, reaching between them to stroke their joined sex; she couldn't stop herself from squeezing tightly around his erection. Harry was more than happy to play passenger because he felt so good; heat spread along his whole body.
"Ginny!" He said with an aroused moan.
Harry sped over the edge with her in control, and he climaxed first, which felt quite big to Ginny, an overwhelmingly warm flood of his sperm which led to her climax.
"Harry!" She echoed loudly.
Magic enveloped them both during their climaxes, white and golden flame that surged into their entire body. Ginny shook with pleasure, and rode out her orgasm amid heavy breaths while grinding against Harry, her hands running slowly yet anxiously along his back, kissing whatever she could reach.
"Ginny, there was something else." Harry said In amazement as they caught their breath.
"Magic, I felt magic and memories and…you." Ginny said emotionally.
Harry nodded in agreement. "I feel like I'm a part of you now. Is this normal for Witches and Wizards the first time they shag?"
"Ginny shrugged. "My parents never mentioned anything. Maybe it's the soul bond evolving?"
Mum did say that would happen. Harry thought slowly.
"That's true she did." Ginny agreed.
"You heard what I was thinking?" Harry said in surprise.
"Yeah, maybe we're one soul now, literally." Harry reasoned quietly.
Ginny gently touched his face. "That's got to be it. I feel like I'm a part of you like you said.
"What you've been through…I—I'm sorry." Harry said with overwhelming empathy.
Ginny smiled, her eyes shining brightly. "I'm happy now; that was brilliant, by the way."
"Yeah, it was, but that's because you did most of the work." Harry was holding her engaged hand.
Ginny giggled. "It's not like you did nothing."
"I suppose, but I was a little preoccupied with how it felt." He blushed.
"I'm glad you are the only one," Ginny said softly.
Harry was grateful too. "Me too; I feel normal with you."
Ginny beamed at him. "I love you so bloody much, Harry Potter, that sometimes just the thought of you makes my heart feel like it's going to explode."
Harry laughed with amusement. "Well, we did sort of explode, but it wasn't our hearts."
Ginny laughed too. "Yeah, only a lot of bodily fluids. Someday we'll have babies from that."
"And you are sure we don't have to worry about that now." He asked cautiously.
Ginny was blunt yet soft. "Remember, I always take a birth control potion. I love you like crazy Potter, but it'll be at least five years before I even want to think about having kids."
"We're on the same page then," Harry assured, kissing the tip of her nose.
Ginny grinned and continued teasingly. "Besides, I prefer not to have to worry about getting pregnant because I plan on having sex with you many more times, starting right now." She finished in a seductive whisper. "That look on your face, you always seem like you're in shock," Ginny finished with an amused smirk.
"I never thought a girl would want to shag me, let alone get fancy about it," Harry admitted shyly.
Ginny blushed,. "I was always worried that you'd fall for some other woman." She frowned sadly. "But you never had enough confidence for dating or patience for women."
"I had too much going on to chance another disaster like Cho", Harry said in a deadpan tone.
"Then how do you explain me?" Ginny couldn't help asking.
"When I think about you, I think about sex." Harry said bluntly.
"Then it's a good thing I'm still not done with you yet." Ginny teased quietly.
"So we do the same thing then?" Harry asked.
"Well, I did have something else in mind." Ginny teased while playing with his hair.
"Do with me what you will!" He said with a content smile.
Harry watched in amazement as she climbed atop his body, upright… Harry was reminded of a cowgirl, and it was even more of a turn on because of the added sensation of her incredibly long hair settled against his skin. Ginny noticed immediately his todger was much deeper than when they were spooning. Harry was active this time, squeezing both of her breasts and rolling her very erect tits between his fingers. It was a welcome surprise since Harry was still passive most of the time. Ginny was soon working in earnest, rolling her hips while astride his waist. Every second fresh pleasure rose within her from the new ways that his erection moved against her walls.
"Oh, Harry…" She praised anxiously.
"Merlin, you have a way with everything," Harry said mesmerized.
Harry came to a climax quickly and but instead of stopping Ginny found their joined sex and stroked at an increasingly fast pace, back and forth along the base of Harry's groin across his shaft and along the top her vulva and clit. She repeated this until they were both exhausted and she let herself fall casually off of Harry's the body on the bed.
"Wow." They said as they worked to catch their breath.
Harry eventually moved to lay on top of Ginny, one hand on her heart and the other in her hair, gazing lovingly into her face.
"Tell me what you want," Harry said quietly.
"You do so many amazing things." Ginny paused with a smile. "With your mouth." She finally whispered with extreme inuendo.
"Well," He teased the freckles on the side of her face with one thumb. "It's your birthday," He said with a long smile.
Harry kissed her left ear sucking gently on the lobe making Ginny hum in approval. He continued with slow kisses across her freckled forehead and then claimed her lips. Kissing quickly turned to snogging and Harry lightly pulled on her upper lip until Ginny allowed his tongue in her mouth. Harry took his time, teasing her teeth before settling in the back of her throat until Ginny moaned softly. Harry broke the snog at that point making her whimper.
"Lower, Harry." Ginny demanded.
"Like here?" He asked quietly, kissing down her throat.
"Lower…" She said anxiously.
He proceeded onto her breasts. "What about here?"
Ginny smiled contentedly. He grinned, slowly licking both her breasts. Soon he squeezed one breast while licking the other and sucking hard on the nipple sometimes, eventually she was lactating.
It was several seconds before Harry realised he was getting milk. "I thought that was only supposed to happen after a baby is born?" He asked hesitantly.
"Magic makes witches different than Muggle women; we produce anytime we're heavily stimulated," Ginny explained with a blush. "It's one of the first things Mum warned me about when she explained sex to me."
"So you won't need a breast pump when we start having kids then." Harry said.
"A what?" Ginny asked blankly.
Harry explained what he knew about breast pumps. "There were some pregnant women in our neighborhood over the years. They weren't exactly discreet about pumping. Petunia always gripped about it." He shrugged.
"And you were just curious is that it?" Ginny asked with a smirk.
"Hey, it's not like I was sneaking peaks. They pumped and nursed on their porches." Harry said with a shrug.
"Everything about that is bloody weird." Ginny said with a judgmental tone.
"Hang on, why hasn't that happened already?" He asked curiously.
"I have been quite stimulated today," Ginny said with a glint in her eyes. "But honestly, I think our magic is still trying to push us to have a baby." She was both tickled and annoyed about this.
"So I get free milk now." Harry reasoned.
Ginny chuckled. "If you want to look at it that way. Just remember you'll take a backseat to babies we eventually have." She reminded him bluntly.
"That's not for at least five years." Harry reminded her.
Ginny blushed again. "You know I thought this would bother you, it's probably why it slipped my mind to mention it."
"I mean, I didn't realise witches could produce milk so easily, it caught me by surprise." Harry admitted quietly. "But why did you think that it would bother me?" His face held concern.
"I thought it would kill the mood for you." Ginny admitted shyly.
"No, honestly." Harry assured her softly. "You seem to forget that you are turning me into a randy sex machine." He said playfully.
"Oh boy," Ginny giggled. "it's a good thing I take an anti-pregnancy potion then. I'd be in trouble otherwise."
"You're still in trouble," He whispered playfully.
Ginny stammered as Harry's fingers slowly prowled her body, halting at both sides of her ribs…
"Don't even think about it, Potter!" Ginny warned sternly.
But Harry began tickling Ginny with both hands, a triumphant expression on his face. Ginny was soon laughing uncontrollably, trying in vain to fend off his attack.
"Harry—get off—you're going to make me—piss the bloody bed! She managed to wiggle free but only ended up on her side which made things even worse. "Harrrrrry!" Ginny laughed so desperately it hurt.
"I'm just having fun!" He insisted enthusiastically.
"I'm going to get you for this!." She insisted through continued laughter,
"It's worth hearing you laugh so much." He said defensively.
Ginny was sure she lost all control now that she had laughed more than any other time in her life, and that was saying a lot considering she grew up with Fred and George. Harry finally decided that he'd tickled Ginny enough as it was her birthday.
"I can't remember the last time I couldn't stop laughing." Ginny said, finally catching her breath.
"Where are you going?" He asked as Ginny stood up.
"Do you want me to pee in front of you?" Ginny asked.
"You can if you want?"
Ginny found this oddly sweet, "You've come a long way with intimacy, Harry,"
"I just figured going all the way downstairs is pointless." He shrugged.
"Magical society vanish their bodily functions before loos existed, but only one bathroom here has a shower and I'd like to freshen up before we get back to shagging, but if you want to join me…" She added with a suggestive voice before disappearing from the doorway.
Ginny's offer was simply too good to refuse, and minutes later, they were under the shower together.
"You know, there's something I haven't done for your birthday yet?" He teased softly.
Harry kelt on the shower floor; Ginny seemed to understand where things were going because she lifted her left leg and rested it on Harry's shoulder as he settled his head between them, her wet sex inches from his mouth.
"You are great at using your mouth." She said with heavy innuendo.
Harry was admittedly more comfortable with oral sex acts because he found that he got exhausted much faster during a typical shag. It would have been easy to eat her clit and not look back, but he didn't want to be that predictable; instead, he licked her folds for a while, steadily increasing his pace from slow to fast and then eventually sucking around the skin around her clit, but ignoring that trigger for now. Ginny caught on quickly that she was being teased. Harry, certainly was comfortable eating her out, but she was most impressed that he took it so seriously. Then again, she taught him how to do it with finesse. That time spent was paying off nicely, he hadn't even gone inside her vagina or after her clit yet… The slow burn was absolutely brilliant.
I love hearing you moan— Ginny heard affectionately in her head.
Ginny succumbed to a lengthy moan but eventually found words. "You learned… so well, Harry-
How well, exactly?" Was the next thought that she heard.
Ginny eagerly pleaded. "Brilliant, but it's my birthday, no more teasing, please…."
Ginny's plea spurred Harry as he continued eating out her fanny, sucking on the heart of her vagina and sliding his tongue inside, filling her. Ginny quivered against Harry overcome with pleasure.
"Yes, Harry…I'm so close!" Ginny said eagerly grabbing his hair tightly as her breathing quickened.
Soon his fingers found their way inside her, curling and thrusting against its walls while finally bringing attention to her clit, licking and sucking as she moaned more and more frequently, reaching orgasm in a series of euphoric shouts while her body released. He let Ginny come down from the high.
"Are you alright?" Harry asked softly, now holding her in his arms.
"I feel like I'm floating." Ginny said happily.
"Then it's a good thing I'm holding you up; falling in the shower wouldn't be good." He said with a rhetorical smile.
"Oh, right, a shower…" Ginny giggled. "We should probably get to that." Harry agreed.
Showering together was quite relaxing, but it was difficult for Harry and Ginny not to get caught up in having sex again; always aroused from the physical contact as they washed each other and themselves. Still, they managed to finish showering and return to their room.
"You know, I don't think I want to put clothes on again," Ginny whispered as Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind, hugging tightly.
"I don't think I'll function like that," Harry admitted sheepishly.
"You are so weak for me; it's annoying and adorable." Ginny squeezed Harry's hand. "For the rest of my birthday, I want to be able to fuck at a moments notice." She turned around to face him with a wide smile.
"So vulgar from my fiancee," Harry said with faux disapproval.
"I'm feeling extra randy because my fiancé is so handsome," Ginny admitted eagerly, discarding both their towels.
"I want to take charge for once." He said with determination.
Harry lifted Ginny into his arms and kissed her intensely, laying her on the bed.
"The only problem is you're a bit tall to climb on top of me." Ginny said uncertainly.
"What if I just keep you laying off the edge?" Harry thought quickly.
"The bed isn't tall enough for that." Ginny pointed out reluctantly.
"Magic can fix that." Harry reminded her softly.
"Ooh great idea." Ginny said cheerfully.
So Harry summoned his wand and, with a rising hand motion, increased the height of the bed so he could get his penis in her vagina without any difficulty.
"You are so perfect for me." Harry said with deep affection in his eyes.
"Better late than never." Ginny said, staring at her Phoenix-infused engagement ring with a wide smile.
"I'm sorry, it took me five and a half years, I'll always regret that." He had one hand on the inside of her right leg and the other holding her engagement ring hand.
Ginny squeezed his hand tightly, "We're together now and that's what matters."
"I will love you for the rest of our live, Ginny Weasley."
Harry went in slowly, holding her legs apart. They exhaled from the feeling of joining once more; the angle and sensation were different yet again, but their sexual unison was quickly becoming second nature now.
"You feel so good, Gin." Harry praised quietly as he thrust slowly inside of her.
"Harder Harry, I need more…" She pleaded anxiously.
"Right, I'll try." He said anxiously.
Harry held Ginny firmly in place and focused on thrusting with more force until eventually, Ginny pulled him as close as she could without stopping his rhythm.
She felt her excitement quickly rise. "Yes, Harry, that's it!"
Harry felt Ginny tighten around his penis, and he switched from thrusting, trying to move his hips instead, this led him to an orgasm. His release came in one long burst, which made Ginny come too, but hers was a series of intense tremors… Both were accompanied by drawn-out periods of shouting each other's names and vulgarity until they finally calmed down.
"I did well for once," Harry said, sounding pleased with himself. Ginny giggled, pulling him down on top of her; he slipped out of her, grunting at the separation.
Harry was lost in Ginny's eyes, kissing her several times, nibbling on her lips every so often, before turning his attention to her breasts. He licked and sucked one while squeezing the other, switching between them.
"You're going too fast; take your time before you switch," Ginny said quietly.
But then milk will come out again... I don't want to make you feel like I'm milking you. She heard in her head.
"I don't care; the sensitivity or something it makes me feel good milk or not…" She confessed quietly.
Do you want me to bite them or something? She heard his uncertainty clearly in her mind.
She was shy now. "Gentle's nice, but I love when you are a bit more..."
Harry suddenly remembered earlier. He lifted his head from her breasts to meet Ginny's eyes "You want me to be less gentle? Why didn't you say so sooner?" He asked.
Ginny looked sheepish now. "I was too embarrassed; it even surprised me the first time you went for my breasts and accidentally bit; it was thrilling more than it hurt. It's not exactly easy to say: "be less gentle! Not that I like pain brought into things, but the pressure, I like how that feels." She blushed shyly now.
"Is this only in one area?" Harry asked.
Ginny was more comfortable now. "So far, just my tits and fanny, but I'll let you know about any other areas."
"Gin, I go too far, tell me because I'm bound to get carried away." Harry insisted earnestly; Ginny nodded, grinning.
Harry returned his attention to her breasts, this time grabbing one of her tits with his mouth; he was very good at this kind of thing
"You're always very good at using your mouth." She praised softly.
Harry paid thorough attention to her breasts, and Ginny was quite content as they rested again. Harry laid his head on her chest, and Ginny gently stroked his hair.
"I did not realise that lactating was such an intense sensation," Ginny said quietly.
"Did it hurt?" Harry asked curiously.
Ginny sounded thoughtful. "No, it's more like…you definitely know that it's happening, it's sort of like an orgasm in that way."
"I wasn't too aggressive, was I?" He asked with concern.
"No, but you were anything but shy." Ginny had an amused smile.
"I reckon I was thirsty, and well, too lazy to go get a drink," Harry admitted turning a little red.
Ginny giggled, "It's okay, Harry."
"We probably should take a break from this and get food." Harry reluctantly said.
"I am hungry," Ginny admitted with a grin.
"It's your birthday; let me cook this time." Harry insisted.
So they threw minimal clothes on and went downstairs. She watched Harry in the kitchen cooking dinner.
"You look sexy cooking around the kitchen in just your underwear," Ginny said playfully.
Harry turned briefly to study her with an approving smile. "You look adorable in that robe." Ginny blushed.
Harry was cooking breakfast for dinner; it was his best meal, forced to do so for his unfortunate relatives rather frequently; he got pretty skilled at it. When it was ready and tabled, Ginny was quite impressed.
"You could give Mum a run for her money," Ginny said with a grin.
Harry laughed. "No, my skills in the kitchen are as basic as it gets."
They ate while talking about various things. The end of summer and returning to Hogwarts, their friends and family. The world after Voldemort and finally the fact that their vacation was ticking slowly away.
"It's been fantastic forgetting everything and just being here with you," Ginny said quietly.
"We still have the rest of this week." Harry reminded her with a grin.
"Yeah, it's been magical, and the way you gave me my ring was the icing on the cake," Ginny said, looking at her ring with pride.
"I'm sorry I didn't get you a cake." He said with a sigh.
"Harry, don't worry, Mum, will make sure we both have cakes when we get back," Ginny assured with a laugh before heavy emotion entered her voice. "I have had a lot to make this a birthday I will never forget."
Harry did away with the breakfast.
"I wanted to return the favour but could have done better." He admitted quietly.
Ginny pulled him with her as she stood, putting her arms around his neck. "Harry."
"How was it? Now that we've shagged." He asked nervously.
"You were worried?" Ginny asked emphatically.
"I was just kind of wondering how I did? Not that I did much." He looked sheepishly at the floor.
Ginny forced eye contact with him. Her voice was soft with heat and reassurance. "You did a lot; I've never had as good of a time by myself."
"Really?" Harry said in a slow dumbfounded way.
'I hope you didn't think we were done." Ginny said with a playful smile.
Harry grinned; Ginny led him back upstairs to the room in which they were staying. They shed their clothes once more, looking at each other with both affection and desire.
"Every time I look at you, I wonder how I got so lucky." Harry admitted quietly.
"A little liquid luck goes a long way." Ginny offered, smiling affectionately.
"Was that fair to you?" Harry asked worriedly.
Ginny shook her head squeezing Harry tightly. "Merlin knows your life was completely unfair for a very long time, Harry; if I'm where you got lucky in life, that's fine."
"You're always thinking of me," he said, smiling at her.
She looked at him with a rhetorical smile. "You need someone to think of you, because—and don't take this the wrong way, but… you don't. Might as well be me!"
"What are you thinking this time then?" Harry asked curiousl
Ginny met his lips again; her hands lost in his untidy black hair; Harry's lost in her extra-long fire red mane. Snogging him over to the bed before pulling her lips from his, Ginny pushed Harry to sit on the edge of the bed.
Ginny seated herself on Harry's lap, wrapping her legs around his waist, "That I'm not done thanking you for a wonderful birthday."
A long breath escaped Harry as she slid into place around his new erection, a perfect fit.
"I didn't realize you could do that." Harry praised extremely impressed.
"All the time I've spent straddling brooms makes a position like this easy." Ginny bragged with a grin.
"It's great, you know, being inside of you, and you're much closer." He said eagerly.
Harry grabbed one of her breasts and closed his mouth around the other, stimulating both at the same time while Ginny started slowly grinding their sex against each other. Having his todger inside of her fanny was fulfillment greater than anything else she ever felt in her life. It was a joy having sex with Harry, and she was still wrapping her mind around the face that she finally lost her virginity to the only boy she ever loved.
Her voice rose with eager satisfaction. "I love being close to you Harry, I love being wrapped up in every part of your body… I even love that you're so fond of my tits, it makes having the bloody giant things worth it."
The combined pleasure Ginny felt made her move faster and faster, Harry switched breasts and knew Ginny was lost in the pleasure when she could not speak any longer, her breathing now ragged and emotional. Soon he swapped his mouth for both hands to watch the pleasure show on her face.
"Gin…" Harry said mesmerized.
Ginny was bouncing rapidly, controlling the way Harry's erection hit her vaginal walls. The sensation shivered her entire body with warmth making her shout Harry's name in between heavy breaths.
"HARRY, YES!" Her final exclamation held sexual euphoria.
Harry wasn't yet used to the vice grip that accompanied Ginny's climaxes but he still liked the intensity of them and was pleased he did not crumble this time. He did not climax until Ginny was relaxed in his arms; silent tears overcame her.
"Are you okay?" Harry asked with concern.
Ginny felt heavy emotion now. "I'm happy and didn't think that I would be happy again with everything that's happened, whether after the chamber or after a year when I was tortured and lost one of my brothers. You always make me feel better."
"That goes for me with you as well." Harry said, stroking her hair.
"I feel awful being happy when so many people are gone. It feels wrong." Ginny admitted quietly. "Fred's not here and I'm still somehow happy." She worked to keep under control. "He's probably laughing at me from beyond the veil." Ginny shook her head annoyed with herself.
"I've already cried loads because I felt like I didn't have a right to be happy after everything that happened." Harry reminded her consolingly.
"I guess it finally caught up with me." Ginny said in an a whisper full of shock. "He—he's gone… He can't see me get married… He won't know our kids…"Ginny broke into sobs in Harry's arms.
Harry hugged her as tightly as he could. "I'd say something, but..."
"Just keep holding me." Ginny pleaded.
"I can do that." He said quietly.
The warmth of Harry's body against hers steadily calmed Ginny down; she was sitting on his lap with her legs outstretched and her head resting in the crook of his neck.
"I'm tired," Ginny admitted in a lazy voice.
Harry smiled emphatically. "Crying does that, trust me, I know." He kissed her forehead. "Let's get to bed."
Harry laid her gently on the bed, getting the covers over them both.
"I really have you for the rest of my life. I'm not sure which made it more memorable getting engaged or having sex." Ginny said, undecided, still wrapping her head around the fact that both had happened.
"I reckon it depends which went better." Harry reasoned.
"It was all magical; I'll never forget our birthdays when I look back on this year." She decided, smiling.
"Can't have more perfect vacation birthdays." he agreed contentedly.
"Harry, I love you with all my heart and soul." She kissed him deeply yet, tenderly and then laid her head on his chest, closing her eyes.
Ginny fell asleep a short time later, and Harry watched her, thinking how lucky he was that Ginny had loved him for nearly her entire life, and he vowed to love her for the rest of his.
A/N: Ginny had a pretty big seventeenth birthday! No longer a virgin and Harry gave her an engagement ring! I didn't want to take away from her proposal by having Harry make a speech but she still needed a ring so I made sure she got it with a little flare.