Harry Potter and Unexpected Beginnings

Chapter twenty-six

Ginny smiled, allowing the man above her to kiss her wherever he desired. She felt alive and happier than she had ever known. Harry had made her feel that way, and she had spent the last hour trying to find the right words to tell him. She thought she could express it a little while ago, but when he suggested they go to the bed and get more comfortable, she forgot what she was going to tell him. They had no sooner climbed beneath the warm comforter, when he had pulled her back into his arms, smothering her with kisses. It was barely a few minutes later and she found herself lying beneath him again, his arousal pressing against the moist entrance he had visited just a short time before. Harry looked down into her eyes questioningly, unsure if he should follow his desires and try to make love to her again so soon, but felt the sensation of relief flood over him when she reached beneath the covers. Her slender fingers wrapped around the object of his arousal, caressing and squeezing gently, before she pressed the tip of him against her.

They had made love three times in the past four hours, and as the dawn was beginning to break, Ginny felt certain they could easily do it again. Unfortunately, she was beginning to feel the consequences of their passion, and was very tender to the touch. This hadn't passed Harry's keen attention to every detail of her perfect body. He eased off hery, laying next to her on the pillows and pulling her into his arms.

"Too much, too soon?" he asked her, kissing her forehead.

"Are you angry?" Harry chuckled, kissing her cheek for the millionth time that night.

"I sure am. What guy could possibly survive with only three turns of making love to his recently virginal woman? You should be utterly ashamed for expecting me to wait."

"You're such a prat," she teased, snuggling closer to his side.

"You need some sleep, darling," he whispered, aware that he had kept her up and active, literally all night. Ginny yawned, trying to fight the fatigue from creeping up on her.

"Would I be presumptuous to ask if we could keep this room for ourselves?" she asked. "I love being in here with you, and I love how you decorated it for me. I don't want to ever leave it."

"I don't know how your parents would feel, and your brothers may string me up when they learn where you slept last night," he teased her. "But as long as you wish it, this will be our room, and I won't change a single detail. Except for a little cleansing spell." Ginny glanced to the bloodstained rug by the fireplace and blushed.

"I did sort of ruin the rug," she whispered. Harry tipped her chin up, kissing her delicate, swollen lips.

"As I remember, you weren't alone in the ruining of it. Besides, it can be replaced. I may just keep it in the condition it is, as a reminder of how wonderful tonight has been."

"You wouldn't dare? This isn't medieval times when a husband had to prove his wife's virginity by hanging the sheets from his bedroom window, you know."

"I know, but I can still be proud of the gift you gave me, can't I? It's a gift we gave each other, and one I will never regret for as long as I live."

"I love you Harry Potter," she whispered again.

"I love you Virginia Weasley." Ginny tipped her head up wanting to say something, but changed her mind quickly, laying her face against his chest. Harry knew her too well, he knew what she wanted to say and he prayed more than anything that the future would prove in his favor. With a deep sigh he rolled her to her side, and kissed her passionately before looking at her with the most sincere, serious expression he had ever worn.

"If I survive my battle with Voldemort," he began gently. "I want you to be my wife. I want to make a life with you, and give you at least a dozen little red haired babies to yell at."

"You will survive, and I will be your wife. And for your information, our babies will all have dark messy hair, all two dozen of them." Harry chuckled, laying his head against the pillow and pulling her back into his arms.

"Why do I have a feeling you've been planning our lives, all along?"

"I have. And I've even planned our wedding. It will be the day I graduate from Hogwart's. You'll have to take a leave of absence from your Auror training, for at least two weeks. Dumbledore will marry us, Hermione will be my witness and Ron will be yours. My whole family will be there, and we'll send an announcement to those horrid relatives of yours. I'll make certain it's by the largest owl I can find and I may even invite them into our world, just to scare them and give them whatfor. We'll honeymoon on a deserted island where we can sunbath and make love all day and night. And in a year, we'll have little James Arthur Potter, and a year after that, a little girl named Lily Hermione, or should it be Lily Minerva? Anyway, we'll keep having them until we're too old, or too poor to care."

"You're impossible," Harry whispered with a yawn. "Impossible and delightful." The two of them fell into a restful slumber, each dreaming of the life she had predicted. A life Harry prayed would come true, with his last waking breath.

Harry stirred awake some time after noon, feeling an odd sense of emptiness. He rolled over in the bed he'd shared with Ginny and rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He looked up to see a very naked Ginny, at the foot of the bed, two sets of clothes in her hands. She had used his terry bathrobe and snuck out to gather them something appropriate to wear, and had tossed the robe to the back of the chair, revealing herself in all her glory for him to admire.

"You are absolutely beautiful," he told her, catching her eye as she smiled.

"I am not beautiful. My hair's too scraggly, and I swear I'm going to hack it off, my legs are scrawny, my neck is long and thin and my breasts are too small and I'm covered in freckles." Ginny walked toward the dark haired young man who pulled himself up to a sitting positon in the bed, reaching down to hold his hands.

"I thought we cleared this up last night?" he scolded her, pulling her abruptly back down to the mattress, covering her naked frame with his larger one. "I happen to love your freckles, and if you dare try and cut that hair I'll turn you over my knee - which doesn't sound all that bad, after all," he teased her as he reached down and gently caressed the backside he had just threatened. "Your legs are not scrawny, they are very sexy, your neck is absolutely delightful and I love kissing every inch of it, and your breasts are perfect. See? They fit perfectly in my hand and that's all that counts." Harry leaned down and began kissing every object she had just critizised, paying particular attention to the breasts he delighted in exploring over and over again.

"I wish I could see myself thorough your eyes," she sighed, lacing her fingers in his hair and arching upwards for him to have a better angle at the firm warm mounds.

"I'm glad you can't," he told her with a wicked smile. "Or you might fall in love with yourself and then you wouldn't have any need for me."

"I'll always have a need for you Mr. Potter."

"So I'm good to have around for at least one thing, is that it?" Ginny used all her weight to push him to his back, straddling his hips with hers, pressing her tender, moist desire against his arousal.

"After last night, I'd have to say you're good to have around for several things."

"You are going to be in a lot of trouble, if you keep talking like that."

"Maybe later, right now I have to get downstairs before mum goes ballistic and I want to find a healing charm so we can have a repeat of last night." Harry watched as she deliberately slid her body down the full length of his, pressing his hardened desire into the cleavage of her breasts. He groaned his reluctance and sat up, tossing the covers aside, taking the clothes she handed him and slipped them on.

"I need a shower," he told her, taking notice for the first time her damp hair and fresh scent.

"You go ahead," she told him. "I'll go help mum with dinner. Ron went with Moony and Tonks to collect Hermione and the twins promised they'd be here soon. Harry," she said soflty, catching him around the waist as they headed to the door. "I never really thanked you for saving Percy. I think it would have killed mum if anything happened to him." Harry was getting tired of everyone thanking him for something he felt he had to do, but in this case, he was eager for payment.

"You are more than welcome, darling. I would never do anything to deliberately hurt your mum, I love her like my own. But if you are eager to make payment," he teased her, backing her against the door as she turned the handle. "I will gladly accept whatever it is you care to offer. Say tonight, same place, same time?"

"I hate to be the one to interrupt," said Penelope, smiling as the two lovers jumped apart. "But mum asked me to come fetch you two."

"Oh, um, Penny," Ginny began as Harry slid his arms around her waist protectively.

"Relax. I won't tell anyone, besides, I'm thrilled you two are together at last. And Harry, I know you're worried about the boys, but don't be. They wouldn't dare do anything to upset Ginny or their parents." Penelope smiled as she turned to leave, then turned back to look at the two smiling at her. "Why do I have the sudden sensation to have a cup of tea?" Ginny shrugged her shoulders.

"It seemed like a common thought for the distraction spell," she told Harry when Penelope had gone downstairs. Harry chuckled, kissing her cheek.

"I'll see you in a little while," he told her. "I have to get a shower."

Ginny watched with admiration as he walked into the bathroom, before going down to the kitchen. If there were any emotion deeper than love, she knew she was experiencing it now.

Ginny stood by the stove, helping Mrs. Weasley with dinner. The room was active with the laughter of Bill and Charlie, who were relentlessly teasing Percy about his encounter with trying to change his daughter's nappy for the first time. Harry swung the door opened, and smiled at the bright red face of the young man's face, searching the room until he found the object of his desires.

"Something in here smells wonderful," he said, stepping up behind Ginny and wrapping his arms around her waist, kissing her slender neck. Ginny giggled softly, trying to keep her tone under control.

"It's mum's fried chicken," she assured him, turning her head to look up at him. Harry turned to see the pans of chicken, pots of potatoes and corn, loaves of homemade bread and the large cheesecake sitting around the stove.

"Huh? Oh yeah, that smells good too," he told her, listening to Mrs. Weasley's soft chuckle as she walked away from where she stood at the sink.

"You're incorrigible," Ginny scolded, turning around and wrapping her arms around the boy's neck. Harry eagerly kissed her, accepting the promise her lips offered, giving her one of his own.

"Get a grip, Harry, will you?" Ron complained as he, Hermione, Lupin and Tonks joined the group.

"Looks like he has one, Ron," Bill chuckled stepping up to the stove and pouring a cup of coffee.

"Yeah, on our sister," Percy grumbled.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Penelope added, punching her husband's shoulder.

"How has your holidays been Hermione?" Mrs. Weasley asked, waving her wand and watching as plates and utensils began flying out of the cupboards and drawers to land in place on the table.

"I had a wonderful time, thank you Mrs. Weasley," Hermione said with a large smile. "My grandparents and aunts and uncles and cousins were all there. It was a very large event."

"Does your family know you're a witch?" Harry asked, sitting at the table next to her, pulling Ginny onto his lap, regardless of the looks Percy continued to give him.

"No, I think they'd probably be worse than yours if they knew. As far as they know, I've been going to boarding school in France. My parents wanted to tell my grandmother Granger, because she's more open minded, but my grandfather would absolutely go berserk if he knew. Maybe someday our two worlds will live as one."

"What do you think they'll say when they meet this guy?" Ginny said, pointing a thumb across her shoulder to Ron.

"Thanks a lot little sister," Ron grumbled.

"I think it'll be fine," Hermione said with a soft blush. "They are really great people, but it's not them he has to impress."

"Then who?" Ron asked with a look of terror. Hermione smiled at the expression on his freckled face.

"Just me, Ron. Nobody else really matters."

"What about your dad? I thought he was going to murder me when I kissed you good-bye at the station."

"No he wasn't," Hermione argued.

"'Mione, he was looking at me like I had just transfigured into Aragog."

"Oh, Ron, don't be ridiculous. My dad really likes you. In fact, he wanted me to ask you to come to our house for New Years. He wants to get to know you better."

"Bloody hell, he wants to murder me!" Ron exclaimed, receiving a room full of laughter at his expression.

Dinner was an event like any other, filled with good food; lots of laughter and a full hour of teasing Ron about what Mr. Granger had planned for his new year. Moody arrived shortly before dessert, and Dumbledore appeared shortly thereafter. The house was a joyous place to be in, and Harry and Ginny found it easy to laugh and converse, even though their minds kept traveling upstairs to the room that awaited them.

Dumbledore kept looking at the young couple suspiciously, causing both to blush on several occasions. They continued talking as they all retired together in the sitting room, the boys gathered around Ron's new chess set, taking up odds who would be the first team, and the girls took up residence around baby Molly. Harry and Ron were first up to play, but neither really had their minds set on the game. Harry kept staring at Ginny who played and cuddled Percy's baby, while Ron continually watched Hermione, licking his lips and blushing. The game concluded after nearly forty minutes, and only by pure luck did Harry notice the fatal move Ron made, setting himself up into a perfect checkmate. When Percy insisted on playing against Harry next, the younger boy felt it was to prove a point, or to make a statement about Harry not being good enough for his little sister.

Harry and Percy played a ruthless game, with Harry winning by three moves. Next was Bill's turn, but Harry bowed out, insisting he had a headache and needed to practice his Occlumency lessons. He glanced to Ginny and smiled, then left the room, heading up to the room he shared with Ron. He quickly gathered together a change of clothing and was about to take it across the hall, when the door opened and Percy stepped in. He looked at Harry and frowned, or maybe it was the same frown he'd been wearing since he first saw him and Ginny together, Harry wasn't sure.

"May I speak with you?" he asked, glancing to the change of clothes Harry had in his hand. Harry cleared his throat softly, tossing the clothes back on his bed.

"Sure. I was just going to take a shower. What's up?"

"I want to know what's going on between you and my sister," he said, standing as Harry sat on the edge of his bed.

"What would you like to know Percy? How many times I've kissed her, what we've said to each other when we're alone, the plans we've made for our future, or how many times I've shagged her?" Percy narrowed his eyes on the boy, a definite warning etched on his face.

"I am not as naive as my parents seem to be," Percy insisted. "I know what's going on between you two and I think it's inappropriate and it needs to stop."

"What are you talking about?" Harry felt his pulse begin to race. He felt like their secret was out, but then he remembered how sneaky Percy could be at Hogwart's. He always had the idea that he could trap someone into making a commitment or admitting to guilt by using reverse psychology, but he really wasn't very good at it.

"Don't play coy with me Harry, I know you. I've seen how you look at my sister. You want her don't you?"

"Yes," Harry said boldly, watching the expression of shock on the other man's face. "I want to make her happy, I want to see her smile and I want to hear her laugh. I love your sister, and I believe Dumbledore, she is my destiny, my soul mate if you will. I know what she's thinking and I know how she's feeling, even if I'm not near her. I would do everything in power to protect her and keep her safe. Now, if you're asking me if I want to make love to Ginny, then I'll have to decline answering. That is something for her and I to discuss, not for you to know about. I will not dishonor your sister, if that's what's bothering you, and I will never hurt her. But other than that, the rest is none of your business. Ginny is a young lady of her own design, she does as she wishes and her will is something that cannot be stopped. I appreciate your being worried about her, but you don't have to worry about me. I will never do anything she isn't ready for, or doesn't want." Percy stood as if frozen in place. His arms were folded across his chest, and the look of surprise etched boldly on his freckled face.

"She's my sister," he told Harry, who looked down at his hands folded in his lap.

"I know that, "Harry answered, then stood up and faced the other man. "Do you want to curse me for loving her? Do you want to jinx me for trying to make her happy? Or would you rather just punch me in the nose, because she's in love with me too?" Percy didn't know what to say or exactly how to react. He wanted to do all those things and more, but it just occurred to him, Harry was right. He would never hurt Ginny and she was in love with him. If anyone could protect her, it would be Harry Potter. Without a word, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving Harry to stare after him.

"That was some speech," Phineas said from his painting. "Did you mean it?"

"Every word of it," Harry said, turning back and gathering up his clothes again.

"Why didn't you tell him you've already shagged the girl?" Harry froze, then turned and looked back to the painting.

"How do you know what we've done?" Phineas laughed openly from where he stood against the frame.

"Haven't you noticed the painting above Sirius's bed? It's mine, or rather one of mine. I must admit, you definitely know how to please the young lady. She seemed quite content when you finally went to sleep. I'll be honest, I am a bit jealous. Even in my prime, I was never able to make love to a woman more than twice in a single night."

"I do not appreciate your spying on us," Harry snapped angrily. "You have no right watching us."

"Calm yourself Potter," the painting said. "It wasn't as if I were spying on you. I was merely curious about who was in Sirius's bedroom, and when I saw how you had decorated it, I was intrigued. You should feel proud. You made that little girl's first love experience memorable, but I can't help wondering if you've created a monster. I heard her telling that bushy haired friend of yours, that she couldn't wait until you made love to her again."

"She told Hermione?"

"Girls do that sort of thing, you know? They can never keep their mouths shut when it comes to anything of importance, especially love." Just then the door to the room opened and Ron walked in, followed behind by the two girls they were just discussing. Harry turned an angry glare to the little red haired girl who stepped to his side.

"You told Hermione?" he growled bitterly. Ginny flinched momentarily, and then looked into his eyes boldly.

"Hermione is like a sister to me," she told him. "I had to speak to someone who could help me find a healing spell. Would you rather I had told my mum?"

"I could have helped you find the bloody spell, you didn't have to go blabbing it all over the house."

"I didn't blab it to anyone except Hermione, and she wouldn't tell anyone."

"Except for me," Ron said with a bright red blush. Harry turned an angry glare on both of his friends. "Easy there mate, you and I were just talking about it last night before anything happened. What's the difference between that and the girls talking?"

"Because we weren't talking in front of nosy painting, who is eager to make sure everyone knows it."

"Now see here, Potter," Phineas argued. "I am not nosy, and might I remind you, I saw the two of you last night. Shall I describe exactly what you were doing, or how many times you pleasured your little girlfriend?"

"Shut up," Harry snapped. "I can't believe this. I might as well go tell the rest of the family how I shagged their sister. Just let me get the rope for them, first. I'm sure none of them would have thought to bring their own."

"Harry don't be ridiculous," Hermione insisted. "You're reacting over nothing. Nobody knew about it except for us, and we've never hidden anything from each other. Hell, you were even out in the hall when Ron and I did it the first time."

"That's different Hermione," Harry bitterly snapped. "Your encounter wasn't planned."

"Harry please," Ginny began, and then cowered slightly at the look in his angry eyes.

"Phineas, get out. And don't try going back into the other room; I'm destroying that painting. And as for you," he told Ginny stepping very close to her. "I hope you found the spell you were looking for, because you're going to need it for another part of your anatomy."

"What do you mean?" she asked shyly.

"Remember what I promised if you threatened to cut your hair? Think hard about it, Ginny, because the way I feel right now, punishment for your hair is going to seem like a picnic." With that said, Harry left the room, his hand grabbing hold of Ginny's wrist and pulling her behind him. Ron was about to follow, when Hermione stopped him with a hand on his arm.

"Leave them to work this out," she ordered him.

"But 'Mione, he's going to hurt her. Didn't you see that look on his face?"

"Ron, it's Harry we're talking about. If it were Malfoy he was confronting, he'd probably challenge him or beat him to a bloody pulp without a second thought, but it's Ginny that's with him. He won't hurt her."

"How can you be so sure?"

"Because I know what love can do to two people, and we both know Harry. He would never raise a hand to the only person in life, he truly loves." Ron returned the hug Hermione offered him, smelling the sweet aroma of springtime in her soft curly hair. He only hoped she was right. Harry could be very dangerous when needed, and it was his little sister that was with him and his temper. If anything happened to her...