A/N: So, this is my first ever take on smut, so I'm sorry if this is a little too cheesy or Cliché. Thanks for your attention and enjoy reading!

As December came, Ginny reflected more and more about what her mother said. She didn't want to doubt Harry, but couldn't really help it. She didn't think Harry would leave her, or worse – hate her because she was a witch, not really, but as her mother said, sometimes people we know the most can do something completely unexpected and hurtful. Ginny has to confess about the Wizarding World to Harry someday, and looking at how their relationship was developing, it would be soon. Sooner than she was ready for. She was so bloody scared, which was funny, looking at how she despised him at first, and now she couldn't even imagine her life and future without her wonderful boyfriend. Her overthinking didn't help obviously. She thought of a million different scenarios of how their talk would go; unsurprisingly, she was doomed in most of them.

Little did she know, that Harry had similar thoughts. He also planned his future with her, which meant her knowing all about his life and world. Because of his early childhood and the treatment he experienced, he was terrified that she would think of him as a freak and leave. Deep down he knew that she would never do such a horrible thing, but couldn't really stop his insecurities. Many times in December they tried to confess to each other but failed every time.

A week before Christmas Ginny decided that she had had enough of the tension and frustration she constantly felt. She planned on sleeping the whole day and relaxing, but this whole situation wouldn't let her. Making a fast and hopefully rational decision, she quickly got up and got dressed. Within 15 minutes she was standing outside of Harry's flat. Ginny decided, that if she was going to be heartbroken, it would be better now than in a few years.

Harry opened the door after a few knocks. Well, it was more like a bangs, really. Not that it mattered. The man looked sleepy, and she felt a little guilty that she interrupted his nap, but the fate of their relationship was way more important than sleeping.

"We need to talk," Ginny deadpanned and without any more words she moved to the kitchen to make hot chocolate. If Ginny Weasley was sure about anything in life, hot chocolate could smooth everything out. Even a boyfriend freaking out that his girlfriend is a witch, or so she hoped.

She walked into the room Harry was waiting in and brought two full mugs of a sweet drink trying not to spill anything. They sat down in silence, sipping a hot liquid from time to time and savouring its delicious taste. Merlin, this was awkward!

"So, what do you want to talk about?" Harry asked nervously and a little uncertain. Ginny looked at him unbelievingly. Did he seriously think that she wanted to talk about something bad? Well, knowing him, he probably thought she wanted to break up. He sure was a sweet idiot like this.

"Okay, there is no reason to be so nervous. It's nothing bad." Harry visibly relaxed but was still a little tense. "I…" In that moment every thought she had, every plan she prepared of telling him everything evaporated, leaving her mind completely blank. She tried to think of something on the spur of the moment but nothing came. She decided that while her mind didn't cooperate with her right now, speaking from her heart could be as good. Closing her eyes and crossing her thumbs, muting the chaos inside her head she whispered, "I, I love you."

Ginny's eyes grew as big as saucers and her mouth hung wide open. She didn't mean to tell him this, not that she didn't mean the words itself; it was very much truth. Her eyes flicked to where Harry was quietly sitting, staring at her with an unreadable look.

"Shit... I… well I didn't mean… well I meant it obviously but I… well… Err… well never mind," She stuttered embarrassed, her eyes flicking for a second to the nearest escape as a very tempting thought of fleeing crossed her mind.

Harry was still staring at her but didn't see her, clearly not knowing how to react. For the first time in his life, someone told him these three words. These three beautiful and magical words. Of course, he knew that Sirius and Remus loved him, but he guessed it was too awkward for them to tell him that. He didn't blame them though, as he too found it strangely awkward now that his girlfriend professed for the first time.

But did HE love her? He remembered every time he was convinced that he was unloved and unwanted, every time from his early childhood spent with his mother's sister's family that abused and neglected him. Did he love Ginny? He couldn't be sure, but as far as he was concerned, as little as he knew about love, it was love. Not the same kind of love he felt towards his Godfather and family in all but blood, but more deep, romantic and passionate.

He finally noticed how the girl was stressed and embarrassed, blushing deeper than scarlet and playing with her mug awkwardly. Without any words, Harry moved to her and gently touched her hand causing her to look at him, but she still averted his gaze. Truth be told, he adored this about her, in one moment she could be so fiery, confident and blunt, in the other so incredibly shy and adorable.

"Gin, look at me," probed Harry smiling at her softly but she didn't comply. "Ginny," Harry told sternly after a while. The girl just huffed annoyed and looked at him with narrowed eyes. Looking deep into her chocolate brown eyes Harry could see how vulnerable she was at that moment and how much she was expecting rejection.

"If you don't-" Ginny started angrily, but Harry cut her off with a small kiss on her mouth. Even though it was just a small peck, it left her dazed enough for Harry to talk.

"I love you too Gin," Harry said taking her face in his hands, "Thanks for breaking the ice though."

"Oi! Shut it!" Hissed Ginny throwing her arms around his neck and bringing his face closer to her mouth.

A week passed since their confessions were made and well, they were never so happy before. Lost was most of the awkwardness they still felt, not that there was much of it anyway. It was a day before they would go home to their families for Christmas and they were trying to get out of it everything they could as it was their last time together for a few upcoming weeks. They were lying together on Harry's bed which for Ginny was the best place on earth besides The Burrow. Much more comfortable it was than hers for certain, and it had an indisputable advantage, which was lying beside her - Harry.

They were cuddling, from time to time exchanging sweet, little kisses. Harry never had much physical contact with anyone and that was a big shock when he got with Ginny; she was a freaking cuddling monster! Really, the girl loved to cuddle and could do it all the time, not that Harry was complaining. If he was honest with himself, he enjoyed it immensely. It was very nice and she was warm and soft.

Ginny moved making him a little uncomfortable as now her groin was now lying on top of his and his erecting penis didn't have much place to grow.

"Err, Gin, could you, err, could you move a little?"

"Why?" She giggled wriggling more.

Harry groaned in torment. So that's what she's playing at, Harry thought. This girl was his menace, there was no doubt about it. "Please, Ginny," Harry whined.

"Oh, I see," Ginny said with puppy eyes, "you are sooo disgusted by your poor girlfriend and don't even want to cuddle with her, touch her, and be close to her!" She sighed sadly, but soon her expression turned into a big, seductive grin and eyes full of lust, "I guess we have to change that."

She moved herself higher, dragging her groin on Harry's body until she sat on his lower stomach. She leaned and kissed him deeply making him and herself moan in pleasure. Harry placed his hands on her bum and squeezed it. After a while, as Ginny continued her wriggling, Harry had enough and took the lead. He put one of his hands under her leg and flipped her over so that she was now trapped beneath his body, all of this without taking his mouth off hers. One of his hands went under her jumper caressing her smooth skin. Ginny started massaging the bulge on his trousers and soon started unbuttoning them.

"Are we sure to do this," Whispered Harry who clearly couldn't hide his arousal.

"Yes, yes we are," His girlfriend answered grinning proudly at the effect she had on Harry. It was a great feeling when your boyfriend wanted you not only romantically, but also in a sexual way.

Harry's roaming hands moved higher and started massaging her breasts which felt incredible in his palms. Ginny moaned against Harry's lips and arched her back to give him better access. She wanted to feel him directly, not only through the material of their clothes. She started to take off Harry's T-shirt. One of her hands wandered over his bare chest, the other she tangled into his messy hair. She was very satisfied with what she saw. Harry's body was tall and lean but incredibly fit and had nicely toned muscles. Harry quickly followed by taking off her jumper. Before his eyes appeared a delightful sight of Ginny's small and firm breasts. Her pale and smooth creamy-white skin made a perfect contrast with her long, coppery red hair. He finally found out about what he wondered almost all the time he knew her; Did Ginny have freckles not only on her pretty face?

Harry didn't lose any time and started sucking one of them, and the other's nipple was being rolled gently between his fingers.

Ginny found all this sensation incredibly blissful and started feeling ever-growing tension and wetness between her legs. The skin-to-skin contact on their bellies only made her arousal harder to contain and started to grind on Harry's thigh.

Harry stopped sucking on her perky breast causing Ginny to whine at the loss of the sensation. He moved lower kissing his way down to the lower stomah. Soon she lost her sweatpants and soaked wet knickers. Harry gazed at her vagina and creamy-white thighs sprinkled with freckles with his emerald green eyes dark from lust, and couldn't help himself. He leaned and put his mouth on her most special place.

His tongue teased her opening, running over along it and then doing a zigzag pattern down. Her juices were flowing copiously out of her womanhood. Harry gladly licked at it before returning to her clit. His lips wrapped around it and sucked on it while flicking the nub with his tongue. It was doing incredible things to her, as she was writhing in pleasure, grasping the sheets desperately. Her nipples were as hard as ever with arousal. Harry felt himself get harder than before, he just loved seeing what pleasure he could bring her.

He stopped for a while and looked at Ginny, "Is this good?"

"Per-, Perrrfect."

Determined to make her cum, Harry returned attention to her clitoris in the same way he was doing it before. Ginny used her hands tangled in his hair to push his head hard into her opening.

His hands were holding tightly onto her thighs as he rapidly flicked his tongue across her clit, back and forth at a steady rhythm. He knew he was doing it just right by the way she was moaning, her back arching.

Ginny tried to say something, but couldn't do it between her moans. Harry could feel her orgasm hit as her clit pulsed and even more juices came flowing out of her. She cried in ecstasy as the wet spot on the sheets was quickly growing. Harry licked at the wetness between her lips and on her thighs and then sat up. He wiped his chin and grinned at what he did to her. She was lying on her back all ravished and dishevelled, still convulsing from the orgasm she had moments before. For Harry, bringing pleasure to Ginny was much more satisfying than feeling the pleasure himself.

"That was amazing, but it's not over yet," Ginny told him.

Harry bent down to kiss her and she pulled him close to her. She kissed him intensely, their limbs entangled. "Good," Harry answered.

He placed himself between her legs a little bit nervous. Ginny also was nervous but excited that was going to lose her virginity to the man she loved.

Harry lined up his penis with her entrance and asked, "Are you ready?"

Ginny nodded, "Yeah, but remember it doesn't need to be perfect. It's a display of our love and commitment to each other.

Harry took a deep breath and plunged his manhood inside of her slightly stretching her vagina. Ginny's slick walls clamped around Harry's penis. Soon he hit a barrier and as he used a little more force, he went through it easily. He saw that Ginny flinched slightly and instantly stopped his movement.

"You all right?" He asked.

"Yeah, it just stung a little. Just give me a minute."

After some time, on Ginny's sign that she was ready, Harry continued his way deep down her. He pushed his penis to the end of her vagina fitting with it perfectly, almost as if their genitals were created to belong with each other. He was engrossed with the sensation of pure bliss, the heat and moisture of her centre completely absorbing him.

Ginny was also feeling like she was in paradise. Harry's manhood filled her utterly, the previous discomfort from losing her virginity practically almost lost. She felt complete, with Harry on top of her and his penis buried deep down in her womanhood. She wanted this to never end, to spend her entire life loving him and living like this.

Harry began to slowly move his penis in and out, the incredible sensation caused by friction and Ginny's eager moans and sounds of pleasure only encouraged him to thrust faster, matching Ginny as she worked with her hips. He leaned and kissed her deeply, her breast pressing into his chest.

Harry finally started feeling a pressure in his centre signalising an upcoming climax. The feeling only increased as he continued to thrust. He couldn't hold it any longer, shooting a massive load of semen as he buried himself as much as he could inside of her. Ginny crushed him into a strong hug, still lying underneath him. It felt amazing to her when he came inside her, his hot essence spilling into her womanhood.

"You didn't-" Harry started saying but was interrupted by his girlfriend.

"Shhh, it doesn't matter. I may haven't cum, but I was very close," She calmed him down, brushing tenderly his wet from sweat and dishevelled hair.

They spent the rest of the evening cuddling, with Harry's softening member still inside her, cherishing this connection and closeness, talking about everything and nothing, feeling absolute love for the other.

Later that night, when Harry was recalling that memorable evening with Ginny sleeping soundly on his chest, he realised that his girlfriend was right. It didn't mean to be perfect. They both knew that it was far from the most perfect sex in the world.

But it couldn't be more perfect for the two of them.

The next morning Ginny woke up alone in bed, much to her disappointment. She was counting on some nice morning cuddles and a good morning kiss, but she guessed that she couldn't have everything.

After the morning rituals in the bathroom, she made her way to the kitchen in search of Harry. She had to admit that she quite liked Harry's flat. It was bigger than hers and much more cosier. In addition to waking up to him, endless amount of cuddles and the previous night's… activities, she thought it would be good if it was their everyday life. But it wasn't the most important thing right now. She would bring up the topic of them living together after Christmas. Now, like every respectable Weasley, she had to eat an enormous breakfast, especially before the upcoming travel.

As she stepped into the kitchen, the most dashing and perfect sight she could dream of appeared before her eyes. Harry's face was turned to the stove which meant his back was for her to see. It wouldn't be much of a deal, okay it would be, as she was slightly obsessed with his arse, but now he was wearing only an apron, with his naked bum in all its glory exposed to her. He moving from time to time to chop different ingredients made the spectacle even better for her. Oh yes, she could certainly get used to living like this.

She couldn't hold it anymore. She had to touch, kiss and hug him. She walked to him and as she was near, he turned to face her. If she didn't know him, she would be surprised, but she was now used to his mental senses.

She crushed straight into his chest, shoved her head deep into his chest smelling his musky scent, and her hands went directly to his bum and squeezed it nonchalantly.

"I'm happy to see you too Gin, but do you have to touch my bum every time you see me?"

"Yup. You knew this from the beginning. It's a package." She said looking into his eyes.

Harry mock groaned, "Oh, stop being such a big baby," Ginny scolded taking his head in her hands and bringing it down to give him a deep, nice good morning kiss. Soon she started snooping around Harry's counters in search of something to eat. Harry playfully smacked away her hand as she was reaching for a nicely done bacon.

"Stop it Gin. Breakfast will be ready literally in a few minutes. Here, go serve the table and be useful for something," Harry said to a pouting Ginny.

"Sure, you cruel monster! Keep starving your poor and hungry girlfriend!" She whined pathetically but obliged nonetheless.

Harry rolled his eyes at her antics, "You're always Hungry."

"That's because you starving me!" She descended into fake sobs.

A few minutes later her hunger was being slowly satisfied. She started stuffing her mouth with many things Harry got ready. Looking at her, he couldn't understand how someone so petite could eat so much and still stay petite. He guessed that this was just his Ginny; a strange cuddly creature who loved to sleep on top of him. Literally. And to touch his bum, not to forget that.

While she was gorging herself, Harry ate in a civilised way, from time to time looking through the latest newspaper. A sudden thought hit him like a bludgeon hex. He stopped all his movement and looked pale white at Ginny.

"Gin… are you on the pill?"

Ginny looked at him confused with her mouth full of food, "Wut?" She asked incoherently.

"Are you on the pill? I mean, do you take contraceptive pills?" Harry asked with an unsteady voice, "Because yesterday I obviously didn't have a condom on. And I finished inside you. So that means…"

"Oh."

"Yeah. Oh."

"Crap."

"Shit."

"Very big bloody shit."

"Mhm." Harry put his head in his palms.

The silence was stretching incredibly, they felt like hours had passed, but in reality, it wasn't even a whole minute.

"So…" Ginny started all pale with a shaky voice.

"So?"

Ginny swallowed hard, "Well, my mum will kill me, my brothers will kill you, and then my mum will join them."

"Great. That was helpful."

"Sorry."

Harry looked at his watch. It was still at least three hours until he had to get Ginny a lift to the train station. "Okay, not everything's lost yet. There is this whole "the day after pill". We just have to get to the pharmacy."

Ginny let the breath out she didn't realise she was holding since Harry started talking. She jumped up and ran to put on something decent. "I'm gonna get ready!" She shouted before Harry even managed to react. He ran after her also to change his outfit. It wouldn't do any good if he drove to the pharmacy only in his apron.

They came back a half hour later much more relaxed. Ginny also bought a pack of preservatives, just in case. It turned out she was right because as they finished their cold breakfast (Not that there was much of it anyway, as Ginny ate most of it the first time) they went to shower together and as they couldn't keep their hands off each other, they made love for the second time. This time, however, Harry managed to bring Ginny over the edge, having their orgasms together.

They got ready, to leave the flat again, this time to take Ginny to the train station, where she was supposed to take a train to the Ottery St. Catchpole. The ride to the station wasn't too long, after ten minutes they were already there.

Harry walked Ginny back to the correct platform. She hugged him very tightly and didn't want to let him go. From the tales she told him about her family, her mum's famous hugs included, Ginny herself inherited this particular trait in Harry's opinion.

The train arrived a few minutes later and Ginny reluctantly backed away from her boyfriend. They kissed for the last time in a few upcoming weeks

"I love you Gin."

"Love you too! Bye!" Ginny said as she boarded the train waving her hand.

"Bye!"

As Harry was watching the train, he wondered how to tell Ginny that they would probably be waving like that to their children, while they ride in the Hogwarts Express.

"Shit," Harry murmured quietly.