A/N: Working on the next Bill/Fleur now. That story is almost done and I want to get it finished!

This is a continuation of the chapter called "Hogwarts"

They both did fall asleep, curled up around each other, and awoke supremely relaxed nearly two hours later. Harry was still completely naked and Ginny felt him stir against her bum as they came back to themselves. She rolled over to face him.

"Nice try, Potter," she said with a grin. She reached her hand down between them and stroked Harry's length, chuckling when he sucked in his breath. "But I seem to recall you promising that it's my turn now."

"Your hand seems to think it might be my turn again," said Harry cheekily. He thrust lightly against her before sitting up. The blanket fell off and Ginny couldn't help but admire the lean planes of Harry's chest. She reached up and stroked across his stomach.

"I'm very comfortable right now," she admitted.

Harry grinned. "A two hour nap with your naked boyfriend will do that," he agreed. "But . . . there is something I want to do with you, if you will let me. Something I've been thinking about for a long time."

Ginny sat up, suddenly interested. "Okay, she said.

Harry smirked. "You're agreeing before you even know what it is?"

Ginny shrugged. "I trust you. And I can't imagine it will be something I don't like." She gave him a shy smile. "I know we haven't been back together for very long, but . . . I don't feel like I did my fifth year, you know? When I had to set limits and worry about going too far and things." Her smile turned slightly more wicked. "I mean, I know now that we are going to do . . . everything. At some point? " She gave him a questioning look.

"Everything. Most definitely," agreed Harry fervently.

"Right, everything," repeated Ginny. "And I guess I don't feel like we have to have some particular timeline to do . . . those things. I'm pretty comfortable with you already. I mean, I've seen you naked, and I haven't run away screaming yet." She waggled her eyebrows.

"Witch," said Harry fondly. He nuzzled at her neck. "Since you seemed to enjoy seeing me naked so much, I guess I should warn you that what I have planned has you returning the favor." He pulled back and looked at her carefully. "Okay?"

In response, Ginny wiggled against him more firmly. "Fair is fair," she said. She sat quietly for a second, expecting that Harry would move to remove her track pants. Instead he jumped up.

"Where did you put my clothes?" he said, looking around. "We need to get dressed to go . . . where we are going."

Ginny was about to make another cheeky comment about how long it might take them to find their clothes and what was wrong with being naked here, now, when something in Harry's expression stopped her. Desire, determination, and a bit of uncertainty sat together easily on his face and she shivered. She had thought she had an idea of what Harry wanted to do - the phrase return the favor floated around in her brain – but now she wasn't so sure. She shivered again, unaccountably feeling more aroused than the simple act of pulling on her shirt should make her.

Harry had his back to her; he was speaking softly, and Ginny saw a silver blur rush away from him towards the castle.

"Was that your Patronus?"

Harry nodded, turning to wrap his arms around her. "Needed to send Ron a message," he said thickly. He'd not finished dressing, and Ginny could feel his arousal against her thigh. He shook his head as if to clear it and stepped away from her with an apologetic expression. "This is . . . this is going to be harder than I thought," he said by way of explanation. "Just thinking about, umm, what I want to do. To you, I mean. Just thinking about it is making it difficult for me to concentrate." He shook his head again and sighed. "I just hope I don't bollocks it up. I'll probably bollocks it up."

Ginny leaned up and kissed him lightly on the jaw. "I can't imagine that," she said softly. She let her expression grow a little wicked. "You have that book from Fifth Year, don't you?"

Harry nodded distractedly. "And Seamus," he said, inexplicably. He was looking up towards the direction of the castle, even though it was hidden from sight. He turned around suddenly. "Right then," he said with sudden authority. "We can go." He held out his hand. "Ready?"

HPHPHPHPHPHP

Ten minutes later Harry stood with Ginny, again outside the door to the Room of Requirement. No one else was around. Harry gave a sheepish grin. "I needed to make sure that . . . Ron and Hermione were, you know, finished," he said. "Now it's our turn."

"Our turn to add some magic back to the room," Ginny quipped.

Harry grinned. "Something like that, I hope," he said. He closed his eyes and walked back and forth past the door and Ginny found herself more than a little curious about what it was going to look like when they entered.

Harry pushed open the door and looked inside. "It worked!" he said happily. He grabbed Ginny's hand and pulled her in with him.

She looked around. "Is this . . . your dorm?"

"Yep," said Harry. He was already leading her to the bed over by the mullioned window. Ginny could see the Hogwarts grounds and a sliver of the lake through the panes.

"Wow," she said. She sunk down on Harry's bed. "I guess the Room of Requirement wasn't damaged that much after all. If I didn't know better, I'd think we were in Gryffindor Tower."

"It probably helps that this is a place the Room is already familiar with," said Harry. He pulled off his robes and tossed them on a chair. "If I'd asked it to make, I don't know, a circus tent or something, it might have had more trouble." He touched Ginny's robes. "Don't you want to take those off?"

"Sorry," said Ginny. She began to undress. "But, a circus tent? Is that someplace you've thought about . . . doing things?" She raised her eyebrows at him.

Harry shook his head and moved closer to her. "Nah, too many people around." He was wearing only his boxers now, and Ginny could see his erection. She stripped down to her knickers and bra and put her arms around his waist before kissing him lightly on the chest.

"But your Hogwarts dorm . . .?" she asked.

"Most definitely," Harry said. He sat her down on the bed. "I think I've spent more time thinking about you in this room than anywhere else." He gave a sheepish grin. "It was one of the things I thought about, the whole year we were hunting Horcruxes. I would watch your dot, seeing that it was in your room, and wish that instead, we were together in mine." He gestured to the space. "Alone. Unclothed."

Ginny shivered. "And what did you imagine we were doing?"

Harry leaned over and gave her a soft kiss. "Will you let me show you?" he asked. His lips had barely moved away from hers and he tilted his head to look her in the eye.

Ginny didn't hesitate. "Yes," she said.

Harry swallowed. "I know we haven't . . . I mean, umm, it was a long year," he said quickly, a blush climbing up his cheeks. "And my umm . . . what I thought about, sometimes got . . . you know." His blushed deepened. "You can tell me to stop. If it gets to be too much." He kissed her again. "I know that some of it was probably unrealistic."

She knew that Harry was trying to sensitive, that he didn't want to push her to do anything that made her uncomfortable. But to be honest, the thought of Harry having unrealistic sexual fantasies about her the entire year they had been apart didn't scare Ginny at all. In fact, it was more than a little arousing. She took his face in her hands and gave him a deep kiss. By the time it broke, she was pretty much sitting on top of Harry's erection, grinding into him.

Harry looked at her dazedly. "Wow. Okay. So you don't mind . . .?"

Ginny shook her head firmly. "Obviously, I'll let you know if I get uncomfortable, but I can't imagine you making me feel that way. I mean, it's your first time for everything too, right?"

Harry nodded emphatically. "Everything I've done so far, I've done with you." His grin grew a little sly. "Although, some of it, I've only done with you in my head." He scooted them both further back onto the bed. Ginny climbed out of his lap and they both lay down on their sides, looking at each other.

"I'm curious to see inside your head, Potter," she said cheekily. She scooted herself closer so that Harry's erection pressed against her belly.

"You scream my name a lot, in my head," he admitted.

Ginny gave a sharp intake of breath. "Well then, I hope the Room knows how to set silencing charms."

In response, Harry hitched one leg over Ginny's hip and pulled her flush against him. He kissed her intently, rocking their bodies together and running his hands up and down her back.

Ginny moved her hands down to Harry's hips and pushed him into her. He groaned as she wiggled against him and she felt a deeper thrum of pleasure course through her.

Slowly, Harry rolled them both until Ginny was underneath him. He raised himself just high enough off her shuffle himself down to her neck and collarbone, presses soft kisses as he went. When he got to her chest, Ginny quickly reached behind her and undid her bra; she let Harry pull it off.

He blew out; his warm breath across her skin caused her nipples to harden and he shuffled again so he could take one breast in his mouth. Now Ginny could feel Harry's erection on her thigh. He was pushing himself into her and she let her legs fall open a little wider to give him room. He reached down and adjusted himself before turning his attention back to her chest.

Harry suckled one nipple, and then the other, and Ginny groaned. She fisted her hands in his hair and arched up her back, trying to push Harry even closer against her skin. He obliged, covering one mound with his mouth. He was breathing heavily already, and when he looked up at her from his position at her chest, Ginny could see the intensity in his gaze. He stayed at chest, kissing more lightly now, and one hand traveled down Ginny's side and over the curve of her hip.

Harry moved so that he was lying less on top of her. His hand brushed over the fabric of her knickers. Ginny shivered and made a small sound of assent, and Harry hand brushed again, this time, lower down. A third time, and then his hand stilled, covering her.

"You're. . . you're wet," he said, and the wonder in his voice was obvious.

"You aren't the only one with fantasies, Harry," Ginny managed. She thrust upwards and felt Harry's hand cup around her more firmly.

"Okay," he said. "Right then. I'll, umm, I'll just . . . take these off?" he plucked at the waistband of her underwear.

"Yes, please," Ginny said thickly. She raised her bum so that Harry could slide them over her hips and down her legs.

And then she was completely naked, lying on a bed with her boyfriend, and he was looking at her with an expression that Ginny hoped she never forgot. The arousal was there, of course, and anticipation, with a shy determination that made Ginny smile. Harry was thinking about this; he wanted to do it right, and Ginny knew he didn't quite trust himself to make his daydreams live up to reality. His eyes traveled across her body, stopping for a long moment at the space below her navel, and she saw him swallow hard.

She reached up and brushed her fingers across his jaw. "I trust you," she said simply.

Harry nodded mutely and then blew out a breath. "You're beautiful," he said, and there as so much longing in his voice that Ginny felt tears prick her eyes.

Harry began kissing her again, but Ginny could tell he was a little impatient now; he spent only a minute or two at her lips and neck before moving his mouth lower. This time, when he stopped at her chest, she could tell it was not his focus; he kissed one breast and then the other, but his hand kept moving, until he cupped her gently between the legs. He shuffled so that he was lying on his side and Ginny felt Harry's fingers tentatively brushing against her folds. It tickled a bit, but in a good way, and she pushed her hips against his hand, trying to increase the pressure.

"I'm going to just, umm . . ." he began, and then he sat up and scooted down to sit cross-legged beside Ginny's waist, much the way she had been the first time she had taken him in her hand. His gaze was intense; Ginny saw a little wrinkle of concentration between his eyes as they stared at the place where his fingers were starting to disappear inside of her. He bit his lip and pushed one in further, letting out a breath as he did so.

"Ohh, that's . . . ohhh," Ginny mumbled. "Feels good."

Harry's expression relaxed a bit. "Good," he said. He pulled his finger out and then pushed it back in, adding a second. Ginny wiggled felt herself contract almost involuntarily around his hand. "Yessss," he hissed, feeling the pressure. It seemed to embolden him, and he moved his fingers in and out of her more quickly. There was a small smile on his face now and Ginny saw his tongue dart out for just the barest second.

"Now where is the . . ." he mumbled out loud, and Ginny felt his thumb fumbling around above her opening. She giggled and Harry's eyes flew up to her in surprise.

"I said that out loud, didn't I?"

Ginny giggled again. "I'm glad you're trying to find it," she said. "Try a little bit lower."

Harry bent down and peered carefully at Ginny's parts. He moved his second hand down and spread her open, and his expression was so earnest that when his thumb finally made contact with her clit Ginny almost lost it right then.

"Ahhhh, Harry. Right there," she gasped, bucking her hips into his hand. Harry pressed again and Ginny groaned, letting her head fall back onto the bed. He started moving his fingers in and out again and Ginny tried to match his rhythm even as his thumb slipped off her clit and the she felt herself ease away from the peak.

"Ooops, wait," he muttered. "Hold on." His thumb fumbled again.

"It's okay, Harry," she gasped. "It all feels good. Just . . . do what you want."

"What I want?" he asked quietly. Harry's hand stopped moving.

Ginny looked up at him. He was staring at her and his eyes were wide with need. He licked his top lip again and his eyes glanced down at her and suddenly Ginny thought she knew what he was thinking.

"You want to . . .?" She began. Shyness made her stop.

But Harry nodded firmly. "Use my mouth, yes," he said. He swallowed. "At least, I want to try."

"How do you . . . I mean, do you think you will like it?"

Harry flushed a bit. He had started moving his fingers in and out of her again, slowly, and his gentleness made Ginny tingle. "I've been thinking about it a lot," he admitted. "And . . . Seamus says it's bloody fantastic."

"Ahhh," said Ginny. "I've . . . I've heard that too." Growing up with as many brothers as she had, Ginny had overheard quite a few discussions over the years that she was sure they would not have wanted their little sister to know. Bill especially had been quite adamant about the fact that knowing how to properly go down on a witch was a skill that every bloke needed to master. "Gets me off like nothing else can sometimes. Not even sex," he'd said to the twins, while Ginny had listened avidly from the hallway. Now she matched Harry's flush.

"I'd like you to try," she said quietly. "Please."

Harry nodded. "Okay then." He continued to move his fingers in and out for a minute, as if considering. "Okay," he said again, almost to himself. He took a deep breath and moved to lie down so that his head was between her legs. Ginny bent her legs and let her knees fall open and Harry grabbed her thighs and pulled himself closer.

She could feel him breathing in and out; it felt warm against her skin. He touched her again with his fingers, spreading her apart, and then Ginny felt him shuffle closer and a different kind of pressure, warmer and softer, tapped one of her folds and then retreated. A second later, another taste, this time on the other side.

"Ohh," she said in surprise. "That feels . . . that feels good."

Harry didn't answer, but she knew he'd heard her, because the next taste was bolder; he licked all the way down her center. Ginny clenched her legs around him involuntarily; it just felt that good, and Harry made a low sound of pleasure in his throat. His head bobbed up between her legs and he looked carefully at her through the juncture in her thighs. Ginny could see his eyes, dilated wide with desire; she nodded at the question in them and he nodded before lowering his head back down.

This time, Harry pulled himself in close and suddenly his tongue was everywhere, sweeping up one side and down the other of Ginny's folds. A brief pause, and then he thust into her, a single finger joining in to provide a second sensation. And then, Harry's mouth unerringly found what his fingers had not, and he flattened his tongue against her clit with such authority that Ginny couldn't hold back a scream.

"God, Harry, right there!" she moaned and writhed under him and her frenzy seemed to spur Harry on as well. He leaned into her and sucked long and hard, letting his tongue flick back and forth, and Ginny came undone. Vaguely, she knew she might be hurting him, but she just couldn't keep her thighs from clamping around Harry's head as she rocked into him, feeling her orgasm building everywhere. She was clutching at the blankets on the bed and crying out his name, and when Harry made one final thrust with his tongue, Ginny let herself go.

Harry kept his mouth on her while she contracted and trembled and panted, his tongue slowing down in time with her. And when she was finally lying, spent on the blankets, he pulled himself up her body and kissed her softly on the cheek before burying his head in her neck.

She could feel Harry's heart beating as wildly as hers and he was panting as if he'd just run a race. When he lifted his head again, Ginny could see herself glistening on his lips and it didn't bother her at all to reach forward and kiss him full on the mouth. He tasted a little strange, to be sure, but she supposed it didn't really matter. Not after what he'd just done for her.

Slowly, she shuffled under him, intending to roll him onto his back and try to return the favor. But Harry just clutched at her and wrapped his arms tightly around her back, keeping her in place.

Ginny held Harry just as tightly, enjoying the way their bodies fit together. "You got me to scream your name," she eventually said.

Harry nodded into her chest. "It was brilliant," he said, a smile in his voice. "Better than I'd imagined." He sighed softly. "I got you to scream, and you got me to come." He looked up at her then, a half smirk, half blush on his face.

Ginny was suddenly aware that the space where their bodies met felt rather sticky. She looked down and saw creamy white dotting her breasts.

"Just from that? I didn't even touch you," she said.

"I know," Harry chuckled. "About the time you clamped your legs around my head, I climaxed all over the blankets."

"Wow," said Ginny. "And here I was, getting ready to return your favor."

Harry groaned. "I'd love that," he said. "But I think I'm going to need another nap first."