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WHO: Ginny Weasley and Harry Potter
WHAT: IT...you know...IT
WHERE: Ginny's bedroom in the Burrow
WHEN: After everyone goes to sleep.
WHY: BECAUSE WHEN TWO PEOPLE LOVE EACH OTHER VERY MUCH....
RATING: HIGH. Fade to black though so...
STATUS: COMPLETE! (That's right Ron, it's already done, so just...try not to explode)



Ginny couldn't sit still. She kept walking back and forth across the floor of her room going over everything in her mind. This had to be perfect. And they had to be careful seeing as the Burrow was pretty full at the moment. But of course it would be perfect because it was Harry and she was fairly certain no matter what, it would be perfect. They'd planned out everything before even leaving the castle and tonight was the night. He was supposed to come down after everyone else had gone to sleep, which was soon as Ginny had heard Charlie and George turn in about a half hour ago.

The package from the catalogs had come just in time and she was wearing the teal and purple lace lingerie beneath her rather old and dingy looking robe. Okay, so it wasn't perfect perfect, but it was as close to it as she could. She glanced again at the clock on her wall, bouncing as she took a deep breath, trying to calm her nerves. Her hands moved to twist the ends of her red waves which she'd left down and in it's natural wild state. There were a few scented candles around the room, in safe places so they wouldn't get knocked or tipped.

When she thought she heard something on the stairs, she stopped dead in her tracks and glanced again at the clock. She waited, practically holding her breath for the secret knock they'd worked out as well.

To say that Harry was completely, utterly, out of his bloody mind with nervousness was putting it mildly. He'd laid in bed, in the dark, clothes still on under the covers, until he was absolutely positive that Ron was asleep. Then, as silently as he could, he slipped from beneath the blankets and padded barefoot down the stairs to stand in front of Ginny's door.

He took a shaky breath, then another, then slowly lifted his hand to rap out the pattern he and Ginny had decided on.

Ginny practically leaped over to the door to pull it open when she heard the secret knock. She grinned nervously, her face flushing a deep shade of red as she met Harry's eyes. "Hi." She whispered after a moment before quickly moving aside and letting him in. She then quickly and quietly shut the door, casting a silencing charm and a locking charm on the door before turning back to smile a bit awkwardly at Harry. "Hi." She said again, this time a bit louder.

"Hi," Harry whispered, face burning. He just stood there for a moment, fiddling with the cuff of his sleeve for a moment before forcing himself to stop, dropping his hands to his sides. "...It smells nice in here." He almost winced a little when he said that, giving Ginny a hesitant smile.

"Erm, thanks." Ginny half laughed. Gods this was a little awkward, wasn't it? "Candles." She gave a half-hearted wave to the lit candles on her desk and on her shelves. "Ron asleep then?" She asked, mostly because she felt compelled to say something but wasn't quite sure what to say.

"Yeah. ...Hope so, at least." Merlin, he hoped so. Harry pressed his lips together a little, then gathered up a bit of his courage and took a step forward, reaching over to touch a piece of Ginny's hair. "...You look really lovely," he said quietly.

Ginny smiled and bit her lip just slightly. "This robe is not lovely." She laughed. "But thanks." She said a bit sheepishly. Eventually she'd learn how to take a compliment. She really would. Maybe. She leaned up and gave him a sound kiss on the lips. "Have I mentioned how glad I am that you're here?" She meant that in more than one way.

"Wasn't talking about the robe," Harry replied, his smile growing a little stronger as he leaned into the kiss. He leaned in for another, then shook his head a little. "You haven't yet, no," he teased. "I'm glad I'm here too."

"Well, I am glad. Really glad. Beyond glad." She was rambling, just slightly. She placed her hands on his waist and blushed as she gave him a bit of a hesitant smile. "I erm...I...the robe isn't really part of the outfit." She wasn't quite sure where this bit of confidence was coming from, but there it was.

Harry paused, swallowing a little when he started thinking about what might be underneath that robe. "...No?" he croaked, clearing his throat a little and trying again. "No?" He knew she'd ordered something, of course, she'd told him as much that day while they were walking by the lake.

"Not quite." She took a deep breath, her hands dropped to the tie around her own waist. "Would you like to see?" She asked, looking up at him with bright eyes sparkling in the candle light.

Harry's eyes followed Ginny's hands down to the tie, practically gulping. "Oh. Merlin, yes," he said quietly.

Ginny's smile spread a bit wider and she glanced down at the tie. Her fingers fumbled a little and she was trying to keep her breathing even as she felt her nerves bubbling up. Finally, she was able to get the knot undone and she hesitated just a moment before slipping the robe from her shoulders, keeping the rest of herself largely covered. Just her shoulders and the teal and purple straps of the negligee and bra she'd ordered. She let the front open just enough to show off the lace of the top of the silk nightie and looked back up at him.

Oh Merlin. Harry's mouth went dry when Ginny's shoulders were revealed to him, the top of her underthings just peaking out from under the robe. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he opened his mouth to speak... and closed it again wordlessly. There just weren't words he could say about how gorgeous she was.

Ginny took another deep breath and let the robe slip a little further down. Her heart was pounding so hard she'd swear he could hear it. She swallowed a bit hard and after another moment let the robe drop to the floor entirely. She had to consciously think about not folding her arms across her chest and instead stood there a bit awkwardly in the teal and purple nightie that came down to just her mid-thigh. She swallowed thickly again and ran a hand through her messy waves, taking a deep breath she looked back up at him, hoping he'd say something because she was getting a little nervous.

"You look... so beautiful," Harry whispered. Slowly, he reached for her, his fingers finding the lacy edge of the nightie, tracing slowly over the tops of her breasts. He paused, then leaned over and kissed her softly, surely, sliding one hand around to settle at the small of her back.

Ginny leaned into the kiss, letting her hands move to his neck, pulling him a little closer. She was feeling more and more sure of everything as the kiss deepened. "You like it then?" She murmured against his lips. "I wasn't sure but I just--"

Harry didn't bother with words. He made a noise in the back of his throat as he cut Ginny off in the middle of the sentence with a deeper kiss, fingers curling against her back. His other hand slid bravely up to cup her breast, his thumb brushing over the lace of her nightie.

Ginny felt her breath catch in her throat as she was taken by surprise by the kiss. She let out a soft moan as his hand explored her body. Her body arched into his touch and she leaned up onto her tippy toes.

Slowly, Harry drew back until they were just barely apart, lips nearly brushing as he spoke. "...I love you, Ginny," he whispered, bringing his hand up to cup her cheek gently.

Ginny's cheeks flushed a bit under his touch. "I love you too." She whispered back, rubbing her nose against his. "So much, Harry." She added after a moment.

Harry smiled softly, curling his hand into Ginny's hair while the other petted the silk of the nightie. "...This is really bloody pretty," he murmured, looking her up and down slowly. "I really, really like it."

"I'm glad." She gave a small giggle. She'd been a little worried about it, but now that seemed a little silly. "C'mere." she said, taking a half-step backwards, her hands tugging at the front of his shirt. She took another small step backwards, effectively leading them towards her bed. Before sitting down however, she leaned up and kissed him rather fiercely.

Harry returned the kiss with equal ferocity, moaning softly into the kiss. He leaned into her when she tugged him and shuffled a few steps forward to follow her mouth, still petting at the silk. She needed to wear silk more often. It felt really good. Almost as good as just her skin.

Ginny smiled against his lips and leaned back onto the bed, bringing him with her. Her hands dropped to the hem of his shirt, playing with the soft cotton fabric for a moment before slipping beneath to touch his warm skin.

A shiver ran down Harry's spine as he knelt on the bed next to Ginny, tangling his fingers into her hair to adjust the angle of the kiss. He wanted to return the favor. He wanted to bunch up her nightie and find skin, but he wasn't sure if she'd let him.

Her hands explored his chest and stomach, bunching his shirt up as she moved. She shifted her body a little closer to him, as a soft moan escaped her throat. His hands in her hair were slowly driving her mental, as they usually did and she ached for him to be closer. Growing slightly frustrated with the fabric of his shirt, she paused in her exploration and moved to pull the shirt over his head.

Harry pulled back to help her, tugging his shirt off and tossing it aside. He paused when he leaned over her again, biting his bottom lip and sliding his hand down to finger the hem of her nightie. Hesitantly, he slipped his fingers beneath the lace, stroking her thigh and giving her a questioning look.

Ginny answered his questioning glance by leaning in and giving him an encouraging kiss. She leaned closer to him and let her hands run over his now bare chest. Her heart was pounding still, but she was feeling a little less nervous. It was still Harry and she loved him. She'd never been so sure about something in her life.

Harry took the kiss as permission, but he just left his hand where it was on her thigh for the moment, thumb stroking against her skin. With his other hand, he reached down and slowly undid the fly of his jeans, popping open the button and pushing down the zipper. If she was going to be in her underthings, it was only fair that he was in his underthings too, right? He stopped once the fly was open, though, just taking a moment to lose himself in the kiss.

The redhead felt a small chill as his hand brushed against her skin, sighing into his kiss. Her mind was moving too quickly to keep up with. One hand moved to tangle in his ever-messy hair, deepening the kiss. After a long moment she moved from his lips and began tracing the edge of his jaw line, planting small hot kisses as she went.

"Gin..." Harry sighed when her mouth moved away from his, his hand slipping a little higher up her thigh. He almost pulled back when he felt what had to be the side of her underwear, but he managed to stop himself, resting his hand there and trying to remember how to breathe normally.

"Mmm?" Ginny hummed against his pulse point before sucking at the skin there. Her breath was hot against him. She felt his hand shift up her thigh and she hummed her approval as she moved her lips deftly to the other side of his jaw.

All Harry could do was let out a small, strangled noise, tilting his head to allow her more room. Her mouth felt so good against his neck that he couldn't even remember what else he was doing, besides being kissed, until he had to shift his hips to alleviate some of the discomfort that seemed to be going on down there.

Oh, right, he was going to take off his jeans. Trying not to move so much that he dislodged Ginny's lips from his neck, he squirmed out of his jeans, forgetting to be embarrassed as he leaned into her.

Ginny's lips pulled into a smile against his skin as he shifted and squirmed to rid himself of the pants. Her one hand pulled lightly at his hair as she moved her body against his to get a better angle at his throat. The other hand was gripping his shoulder for support. Her kisses were becoming slightly more urgent as she trailed her way back to his lips.

Harry mumbled her name into her mouth as their lips reconnected, leaning into her, into the kisses. The hand in her hair slid around to cradle the back of her neck as he kept leaning, slowly, carefully lowering her to the bed. He pulled out of the kiss when he felt her laying down completely, out of breath, cheeks red, as he just gazed down at her. "...Is this okay?" he finally asked after a moment.

Ginny took the moment to catch her breath. Her lips were pink and swollen from kissing and her cheeks were flushed. Her chest rising and falling with shallow breaths. "Yeah." She breathed, her voice barely a whisper so she gave a nod to reassure him. "Are you...I mean, are you okay with..." She bit her lower lip a little, brown eyes searching emerald ones as her heart continued to pound in her chest.

"Yeah," Harry whispered. "...Yeah, definitely. I... I just wanted... You know. To check." His fingers flexed against her thigh and he swallowed nervously, edging his hand up slightly. "Can... Can I...?"

The redhead gave another nod, helping him with the silky garment, pulling it up over her head and tossing it gently to sit with the other discarded bits of clothing which were now littering the floor of her bedroom. Underneath she wore a matching set in the same purple and teal lace, which was sheer and delicate looking. Her exposed pale skin seemed to glow a bit in the candle light and again, she was willing herself not to shy away and cover herself up with her arms.

Harry could feel his breath catch in his throat when Ginny tugged off the nightie, looking over what she'd revealed to him. ...Merlin, she was just perfect. His fingers found the bottom edge of her bra as he propped himself up on his elbow, tracing along it for a moment before traveling down, down, just until the tips of his fingers reached the waist of her underwear. He looked up at her then, leaning down to kiss her.

Ginny felt goosebumps crawl over her skin as his fingers dragged along lightly. A smile spread over her lips as she watched his eyes taking in every bit of her and she could feel herself tensing and relaxing all at once. His lips were on hers again and she quickly found herself leaning up into the kiss as a throaty moan escaped her lips.

Harry let out an answering moan as he let his hand travel back up Ginny's body, finding its way back to her breast. He gave it an experimental squeeze and petted over the delicate lace for a moment before sliding his hand around to tuck gently beneath Ginny's back. He held her closer as he deepened the kiss and shifted his body against hers.

Ginny arched her back, pressing her body closer to his. She was completely lost to his touch, the feeling of bare skin against her, his lips both gentle and loving and demanding all at once. She could feel her stomach clenching in anticipation as his body moved against hers. She reveled for a moment in the heat and friction it caused before moving against him a little in order to achieve the same sensation.

Taking advantage of Ginny's arching, Harry slid his hand further beneath her back, fingers finding the clasp of her bra after a moment of searching. He fumbled with it for a moment while still kissing her, but had to pull away when he couldn't get it open, giving her an apologetic look. "Bugger, I'm sorry, I- This blasted thing- How do you work it?"

Ginny gave him a sympathetic smile and reached her own hand back, fingers searching for the blasted clasp. Once she found it, she unhooked it with a practiced flick of her fingers, the elastic loosening around her as the straps slipped slightly off her shoulders.

Harry swallowed nervously when the garment loosened. He was going to see them, then. Merlin. There was a big difference between touching and actually seeing, and he didn't want to rush this. He went for one of the straps first, nudging it gently off Ginny's shoulder and kissing the place where it had rested. He gave the other strap the same treatment, then drew back. His hand crept up Ginny's stomach, over the strip of fabric, into the valley between her breasts. He hooked just one finger into the bra and lifted his gaze to give Ginny a questioning look.

Ginny felt her stomach flip as he brushed his lips over her shoulders. Her heart was moving about a kilometer a minute and she bit her lower lip nervously as his hand crept up her stomach. When his eyes met hers, she swallowed hard and gave a small nod, taking a deep breath to try and calm herself down a little bit.

Harry took a deep breath and slowly tugged the garment down,fingers shaking just the slightest bit. His mouth went completely dry when he was able to toss the bra aside, letting his eyes linger on the skin revealed to him. "...Wow," he breathed. "You... You're rather perfect, aren't you?" He forced himself to find Ginny's eyes again, giving her a small smile.

Ginny could feel her heart pounding in her ears as he tugged her bra down her arms. She met his eyes and smiled shyly as she felt her cheeks and neck growing hot. Her hand found his waist, fingers curling against his skin, wanting a little more contact between them to ease her nerves a bit.

Harry settled his body a little closer to hers, their legs tangling together. His fingers traced slowly up her stomach, pausing just beneath the curve of her breath as he bit his lip. "Can I- I mean. ...Can I touch you?" he asked quietly.

Ginny gave a nervous-giggly sort of laugh and nodded. "Yeah, you can." She said a bit breathlessly, still trying to gain control of her racing heart. "I mean, I...well...I'd rather like you to." She was smiling a bit widely giving him a dreamy sort of look. She loved how sweet he was. Caring. She loved that he took his time. She loved that he was nervous and a little fidgety just like her. She loved that they could share something like this, so sweetly and intimately.

Harry leaned in and kissed her softly, closing his eyes drifting closed as his hand inched higher. His fingertips traced the curve of her breast, up the valley between them, down the other side. He dared to move higher then, his breath catching in his throat when he found her nipple.

Ginny gave in easily to the kiss. She inhaled sharply as he brushed over the sensitive skin, trying to keep herself calm. It was becoming increasingly difficult, however, as his ginger exploration of her bare breasts continued to tickle and send waves of warmth throughout her body. When his fingertips brushed her nipple, she made a sort of strangled noise, she'd been trying to hold back, shifting her legs to rub against his, her back arching into his hand a little.

Harry drew out of the kiss with a soft noise to look down at Ginny, watching her move. "Alright?" he whispered, even as he slid his hand over to her other breast and dragged his thumb over her nipple. "Is this okay?"

Ginny's lips searched for his for a brief moment after he drew back and her eyes slowly opened. At his questions she might've laughed if she weren't so breathless from the sensations being caused by his ministrations. "Yeah..." She breathed with a smile. "More than okay."

"...Love you, Gin," Harry whispered, nerves fluttering in his stomach as he just gazed down at her for a moment before leaning in to reconnect their lips. His hand slid slowly down her stomach to rest just along the waist of her underwear.

Ginny's mouth opened to return the sentiment, but he was already kissing her and she simply moaned into his kiss. Her hips lifted into his hand as his fingers brushed along the hem of her knickers. One of her hands moved to his hair, combing through it and twisting strands between her fingers. A leg moved against his, increasing the skin contact she was craving.

Harry didn't dare go any further, content for the moment to just kiss Ginny and to try not to press down against her the way he wanted to. Still, it wasn't long before he couldn't take it any more and he gently broke the kiss to press his forehead against her temple. "Gin- I-" His finger curled hesitantly into the waist of her underwear. "Can we-?"

Ginny's breath hitched in her throat as his fingers hooked into her panties. Taking a deep breath and ignoring the nervous churning of her stomach she tried to say yes, her voice apparently not working right away. "Y-Yes." She finally managed, nodding her head. Her tongue flicked over her lips. "I mean, if....If you w-want to, too..."

"I want to," Harry replied quickly. "I want to. With you. I, um. I got... a condom. Just, you know. ...So." His face was burning, and he was pretty sure he was more red than a tomato. He let out a nervous little laugh and drew back enough to look Ginny in the eye. "...I really do love you," he whispered. "And I really do want this. ...I want everything with you."

"I want to, too." Ginny breathed, feeling relieved. "Harry, I love you. So much and there isn't anyone else in the universe that I'd rather...It's always been you, Harry." Ginny said, cheeks flushed and lips red and swollen. "I...You're stuck with me for a good long while, Potter." She teased lightly, needing to cut the tension and ease her nervousness a little bit.

Harry smiled, some of the butterflies in his stomach disappearing. "Good," he whispered. "That's... that's really good." He gazed at her for a moment, then leaned in for another sweet kiss, losing himself in the feeling of her mouth as he tucked his fingers into the waist of her underwear. They were really doing this. ...God, he loved her.

Ginny smiled into his kiss, her hands moving to roam over his bare chest. She could feel a warm pit in her stomach growing as she continued kissing him, their bodies rubbing together. Her hips lifted again as his fingers moved past the elastic band. She wanted this more and more with every passing moment, her nervousness slowing giving way to excitement. This was it.