After All We've Been Through

Chapter 9

Revelations - All Things Happen for a Reason

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Hermione and Ginny apparated to St. Mungo's to alert the Healers on duty that Jen was coming in and that she needed help. George appeared moments later, cradling an unconscious Jen in his arm; both of them were covered in blood. The rest of the Weasley family and Harry arrived just as the Healers were taking Jen into an examination room. George wanted to go with her, but he was told to stay behind. He tried to force his way into Jen's room, but Charlie and Fred grabbed him and held him back.

"Don't worry, George. We'll go and see what's going on and come tell you," Ginny told him. Since her and Hermione worked there, it was easier for them to see what was happening. The two of them disappeared into Jen's room. George sank to the floor and began to silently cry.

Not long after, Hermione and Ginny came out of Jen's room and made their way towards their family. George saw them and jumped up from the floor. "How is she? Is she alive? What about the baby?" Neither one wanted to look at him. "Gin, please tell me. Is Jen okay? What happened to her?" he asked his sister.

Ginny looked first at Hermione, then to the rest of the family and then finally at George. "She's alive," Ginny told him. "She lost a lot of blood and will have to stay here for a few days."

George sighed with relief. Thank Merlin she's alive. "What about the baby? Did she have a girl or a boy?" he asked. Ginny looked away from her brother. She then looked at Hermione for help; she just couldn't bear to tell him.

"It was a boy," Hermione told him sadly.

"A boy? Jen will be thrilled to hear that," George said with a smile. He obviously didn't hear the way Hermione had said it, but the others did.

"What do you mean it was a boy, Hermione?" Bill asked. A tear slid down Hermione's cheek and George's smile began to fade.

"Jen had complications and... there was nothing we could do... she lost the baby," she said as another tear slid down her cheek. Molly gasped and George slid down to the floor with a shocked expression. Several tears began to fall down his face; Fred kneeled down next to him and hugged him.

"Can I see her?" George asked. They were about to tell him that she should be left alone to rest and deal with the news for a little while, but the sight of his tear-stained face when he looked up at them made them change their minds.

"I will take you to her room, but the rest of you will have to stay here for a bit. Once I bring George to Jen's room, I will inform the Healer-in-charge that you will all be visiting," Hermione told then as she began to walk down the hallway with George following closely behind her.

When George walked into Jen's room, he wanted to cry out in agony. She was lying in her bed staring out the window with a vacant expression on her face. She made no acknowledgement that the two of them entered the room. She looks so sad, he thought to himself. He quietly walked towards her bedside and sat down in the chair next to her. He touched her hand and she turned her head to look at him. Her eyes spoke volumes and he could convey how she was feeling just by looking at them. He stood up and hugged her tightly. Her sadness, pain and grief finally overcame her and she broke down completely. Seeing the two of them share this tender moment, Hermione left the room.

The two of them stayed in that position for a long time; George wanted her to let it out. He couldn't fathom what she was feeling, but he knew that it was nothing like he had ever experienced before. He simply sat with her and stroked her hair as she cried, until she couldn't cry anymore.

"I can't believe I lost my baby. This child was my life, my family. He was all I had," she sobbed. George felt pained by her words. She had made it seem as him and his family wasn't there for her and cared for her as if she was family. He was also pained because he had just confessed his undying love for her and she acted as if it never happened, though he understood why she would say those words.

He lifted her chin and brushed away her tears with the back of his hand. "You'll always have me, Jen. I have loved you for so long; and I will continue to love you long after I die. I know how much you wanted this baby and how much having it would have meant to you. I am very sorry that you were not able to have your son, but I hope that you would always consider me family." She looked at him with wide eyes, not really sure what to say. He smiled at her confusion.

She went to open her mouth, but he placed a finger over hers to stop her. Better get it over with now while you still got the courage, Weasley. He swallowed his fear, along with the lump in his throat, and took a deep breath. "I know that we haven't been on the best of terms lately and that our friendship has suffered greatly while we were a part, but I love you more than anything in the world and I can't imagine my life without you in it." He paused for a moment, trying to catch his breath. "When you fainted at the wedding, I was so scared. I thought you were going to die. I would have killed myself to save you. I wish there was a way for me to give you back the child you lost, but I cannot. I am sorry that you cannot have the family you wanted, but I would be honored if you would really become a part of mine," he told her as he looked deeply into her eyes.

Jen's eyes widened at his words. Bloody hell! He just proposed to me. I don't think I'm ready for this. "George, I-" she began, but was cut off by George placing his finger over her mouth.

"Wait, let me finish first," he pleaded. She closed her mouth and nodded her head. "I know that we have only just admitted our feelings for each other, but we were meant to be together. We have known each other since we were eleven and I can honestly say that you know me the best, besides Fred. I know that you will need some time to think about this and get back into the swing of things, but my offer will always be here." He cupped her tear-stained face with his hands and gazed into her eyes. "I feel it; running through every inch of my body when I so much as touch you. I feel as if I couldn't be happier and that nothing could ever possibly bring me down. I want nothing more than to be with you forever."

The tears continued to stream down her face as she leaned into his touch. Gods, it feels good to be touched by him. I have waited so long for this. She brought her hand up and placed it over his. She then turned her head and placed a soft and gentle kiss on his palm. She felt him shiver when she did it. She looked up at him and felt herself get lost in his warm, caring and loving eyes. "George, I love you so much; I have for so long," she said softly, placing another kiss on his palm. She continued to gaze into his eyes; she felt everything he told her he felt. "I feel it too; in my very being. I feel what you fee and I don't ever want that to go away."

He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips. Then he got down on one knee and smiled at her. "Jennifer Lynne Henley, would you do me the greatest honor and be my wife?" he asked her. He didn't have a ring, but he could get one the next day for her.

Jen smiled at him through a cloud of tears. "I'll need some time to get myself back together, but I would love to," she told him with a smile. His entire face lit up and he kissed her again. Hermione had just walked into the room and saw their display. She offered to leave, but they told her to get the rest of the family. Jen and George broke the news to the family, which they were ecstatic about.

Everyone was talking about the engagement and the wedding that had just ended. "I hope I am not interrupting anything. I just wished to see Miss Henley for a moment," said the voice of Albus Dumbledore. Jen smiled at her mentor and invited him to join them. "I am afraid that I cannot stay long. I just wanted to extend my sympathies for your loss and to ask you to come see me in my office as soon as you are well enough." Seeing her face, he quickly told her that he could not say anymore at the present time. She nodded in understanding and he left shortly after saying hi goodbyes. Not long after that, the rest of the family left, leaving George to stay with Jen.

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A week later, Jen had left St. Mungo's and returned to the Burrow. She had taken a vacation from work until Ron and Hermione returned home from their honeymoon, which would be in a week. This time gave Jen the perfect opportunity to visit with Dumbledore.

One afternoon, Jen made her way to Hogwarts for her meeting with Dumbledore. She gave the gargoyle the password and entered her mentor's office. They first had tea with Minerva, chatting about school and how Jen was doing. When Minerva left for class, Dumbledore questioned Jen about her research.

"I have gone through it all many times and I still keep coming up with the same conclusion. You will be able to transfer your powers to Harry and still retain them for yourself, but will become telepathically linked with him for as long as you both are alive. I will keep trying to come up with a way to sever the telepathic link, but I cannot make any promises, Albus," Jen told him.

"That would be excellent, Miss Henley. Unfortunately, I will not be able to perform the ritual with Harry." Jen opened her mouth to say something, but he stopped her. "Before you ask, let me explain." She nodded. "The reason why I asked you to come and see me has nothing to do with the research; or at least not the main reason." He pulled out a rather large and tattered leather-bound book from his desk drawer.

"Is that what I think it is?"

"Yes, Miss Henley. This is the Book of Prophecies. There is something in here that you must know." Slightly confused, Jen nodded and leaned forward slightly in her chair. "A prophecy was made several years ago, just before you left Hogwarts, that involved Harry and Voldemort. It said that Harry must receive help from someone special in order to win this war. Without that person's help, this war cannot be won by us and the rest of the world will be lost in darkness forever."

"Who is this person, Albus? And what does this have to do with me?"

"You are that person, Jen. You are the special person who must help Harry. You must be the one to perform the ritual with Harry. You are the key to winning this war."

Jen sat there in silence for quite some time, taking in all that he had just told her. "There must be some sort of a mistake, Albus. I cannot be the one the prophecy is referring to. I'm not special; I'm a nobody. I cannot help Harry." She took a deep breath before continuing. "I do have one question, Albus, in regards to me being this person." He nodded his head for her to continue. "How would I have been able to help Harry if I had never had a miscarriage?"

He averted his eyes for a moment before looking back at her. "As much as it pains me to say this, why do you think you had a miscarriage? It wasn't by accident."

Jen's eyes widened at his words. "No. It cannot be so. Albus, please tell me that there has been some kind of mistake. This cannot be happening to me." She was starting to panic.

"I had a feeling that you would react this way. It is the same way Harry did when he first learned of the prophecy made about him when he was only one year old. I have the entire prophecy written down for you to read. And if you are still not convinced, then I shall take you down to the Department of Mysteries myself so that you may hear the prophecy for yourself," he told her as he slid the book towards her.

She picked up the book and found the prophecy that Dumbledore spoke of.

H.P.; J.H.;V - In eight years time, the war will begin between good and evil. It is during this war that Harry Potter will battle the Dark Lord. This battle will determine the fate of the world. Should Harry Potter win, happiness and joy will spread to every corner of the world. But should he lose, the world will be lost in darkness for all eternity. There is only one way for Harry Potter to win this battle. He must seek the help and wisdom of his childless friend Jennifer. Only with her help is there any hope for this world. She is the keeper of the power Potter has that the Dark Lord knows not. He must obtain this power in order to come out victorious. The fate of the free world rests in the hands of Harry Potter and Jennifer Henley.

Jen looked up at Dumbledore with an unreadable expression on her face. "So, I have to perform the ritual with Harry and have my life forever connected to his and Voldemort's until one of us dies?"

"Well, you would only be connected to Voldemort until Harry kills him, but yes. That is correct, Miss Henley. I know that this is a lot to deal with, but I would suggest you talking to Harry about this before you make your decision."

"You want me to tell him about all this?"

He nodded at her. "Since this is a decision that can only be made by the two of you, I think it's best that you tell him. I know for a fact that he would react better if you told him."

"What should I say to him, Albus?"

"That, Miss Henley, is entirely up to you. I know you will come up with something." Jen was about to say something, but immediately changed her mind. "Jen, I have no doubt that you can do this. I have always known that you were destined for greatness and this prophecy only strengthens my theory. I know that it is hard to accept all this, but you were born for this. Everything you have done so far has brought you up to this point." Jen nodded, but said nothing. "I want you to take this book so that Harry can read it as well, though you will need to return it as soon as possible. You may use my fireplace to floo to the joke shop. Go to your fiancé and tell him what is happening, though you should tell Harry first. Once you have both made your decision, please owl me so I can make the proper arrangements."

"I will. Good day, Albus. We shall let you know soon." Jen picked up the Book of Prophecies and walked over to the fireplace. She grabbed a handful of floo powder and disappeared into the green flames.

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Jen stepped out of the fireplace to find George, Fred and Harry talking animatedly about something. Probably a new product or Quidditch, she thought to herself. She took a deep breath and walked over to them, putting her arms around George. He turned and smiled at her. "Hey love. How did your meeting go?" he asked her as he placed a loving kiss on her forehead.

She gave him a forced smile and then turned to Harry. "I need to talk to you," she told him with a slightly sad tone.

"Is everything all right, love?" George asked her with concern.

"I'm not really sure yet, but I need to talk to Harry about something very important." All three men raised her eyebrows at her and she could see the hurt in George's eyes. "I'll tell you over dinner tonight, George, but I need to talk to Harry first. Can we use your kitchen?" George nodded and Jen kissed him soundly on the lips. "I love you." George smiled as he watched her and Harry disappear up the stairs to his and Fred's flat.

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"So, what's the matter, Jen? You look like someone just died," Harry said. Jen forced a smile as she sat down across from him at the table. She summoned two teacups to the table and then poured some tea from her wand into each cup. Then, she flicked her wrist at one of the cupboards and a bottle of Firewhiskey flew to the table. Jen then conjured two small glasses and poured some Firewhiskey into each one. "What are these for?" he asked her when she put one of the glasses in front of him and the other in front of her.

"Believe me when I say that you will want it when I'm done," she told him. He was obviously confused, but he nodded for her to continue anyway. "Right, well, as you know, I had a meeting with Dumbledore before and he told me of a prophecy." Jen proceeded to tell Harry of the new prophecy that had been made several years ago and how a friend of his was the key to his victory over the Dark Lord.

"Who is this person? Did Dumbledore tell you?" he asked her. She nodded and told him who it was. "You? You're the person who has to help me defeat Voldemort?" Jen nodded. "How? Do you know of the power that both prophecies speak of?" Jen nodded again and proceeded to explain of the ancient magic that Dumbledore had asked her to research for the last seven years. "So you're gonna perform this ritual and give me all of the knowledge and power you have learned and, yet you will lose them forever?" he asked her.

"Not quite," she told him. He raised his eyebrows in confusion. She told him how she had found a way to be able to retain her abilities, but at a price. She told him that they would be mentally connected for as long as they are both alive.

"I don't like the sound of that," he told her.

"I don't either, but I can't seem to figure out how to break the mental connection without one or both of us dying. I have been researching that part for the last six years," she told him.

"I'm not really sure about this, Jen. Isn't there another way?" he asked her hopefully.

She shook her head. "Unfortunately, there is not. I really wish there was, but there is no other way." She placed a hand on one of his and gave it a slight squeeze. "I know that this is a lot for you; it was a lot for me too. But this is our decision to make and we must make it together. If you need time to think about this, then do so. I will, however, tell you exactly what Dumbledore told me before I left his office. This is a decision only the two of us can make; no one else can do it for us. If we choose to do this, Voldemort will die and we will finally be able to live in peace. But if we don't do this, you will die, Harry, and the world as we currently know it will cease to exist and we will be lost in darkness and evil forever." Harry shifted uncomfortably in his seat; he stared at the glass of Firewhiskey in front of him.

"I have made my choice, Harry, but you still have to make yours. All though I do not like the fact of sharing my mind with you for the rest of my life, this is something I have to do. Because of Voldemort, I am an orphan, the same as you, with only the Weasleys for a family. I would much rather see him dead in the end than you, Harry." Harry looked up at her last comment and her words sunk into him. She raised her glass of Firewhiskey to him. "Cheers to ya, mate." He nodded, raised his glass and took his shot. "Why don't you go and think about this on your own, Harry. I'm going to go downstairs. I do want you to know that I plan on telling George about all of this over dinner tonight, so I'll be here if you want to talk later."

"All right. I would definitely count on me dropping by later on. I'll floo over first to make sure that I'm not interrupting something special," he told her with a smirk. She playfully slapped him in the arm. The two of them made their way back down to the shop.

Harry said goodbye to the twins and they said goodbye in return. "What's the matter with him?" George asked as he put his arm around Jen's waist and pulled her close to him.

She smiled as he leaned in for a kiss, which she accepted eagerly. "I'll tell you over dinner tonight, okay?" He nodded and kissed her again. "I'm actually kind of tired. I'm going to go back upstairs and lay down for a bit. If that's okay with you?" she asked him.

"Of course it's fine with me. I'll come wake you up after we close up." She nodded and headed for the stairs. "And feel free to put on something more comfortable," he called. She smiled at him and disappeared up the stairs. George turned around to find Fred shaking his head at him. "What?"

"Something more comfortable? Are you planning on shagging the pretty little witch after work?" Fred asked with raised eyebrows.

"No. I only meant that she could change into a pair of my sweats to sleep in since I know that jeans are not as comfortable to sleep in," George told him. "You're such a randy bastard, Fred." Fred smiled and turned to the customer that had just approached the counter. George turned around and looked up at the ceiling. Not that I wouldn't mind it.

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When the twins closed up the shop, Fred left for Angelina's while George headed upstairs to their flat. He was going to wake Jen first like he told her he would, but he decided to cook dinner for the two of them first. He figured that he had would surprise her that way. He lit a few candles before going into his bedroom to wake her up. He entered the room and saw the most beautiful site he had ever seen in his entire life.

Jen was sleeping on her side with one arm draped lazily over her waist. To George's astonishment, she was wearing only her undergarments, which consisted of a black lacy bra and matching thong. George's eyes roamed her body, soaking in the sight before him. His eyes stopped at her angelic face, which was wearing a smile.

I wonder if she's dreaming about me, he wondered as he sat down next to her sleeping form. He lightly ran his hand down her side, from her shoulder to her hip. She stirred slightly, but did not wake. "Jen," he whispered. He leaned down and placed a kiss on the slope of her neck, causing a small groan to escape her lips. I'll have to remember that spot, he told himself with a smile. "It's time for dinner, honey," he said to her, only this time he spoke a bit louder.

Jen opened her eyes and looked at him. "Hi," she said with a smile. "What time is it?"

"Near seven."

"Seven? I thought you closed the store at five?"

"We do, but I decided that I was going to cook you dinner before I woke you up. I thought you could use the rest anyway," he told her. She smiled at him; realizing that she was practically starkers, she tried to cover herself up. He grabbed her hands to stop her. "No need to be embarrassed, love. I think you are absolutely beautiful." She blushed at his comment, but that quickly turned to panic when she realized the position they were in. He saw the look on her face at the realization and quickly let her go and sat up straight. "I would never hurt you, love. I couldn't bear the thought. And I would never force you to do anything that you did not want to do. Whenever you are ready for anything, let me know, okay?"

She nodded before pulling him to her and kissing him deeply. "Thank you, George. I am sorry that I am being this way, but-"

"No buts and no apologies necessary. You have nothing to be sorry for. You have a perfectly good reason for acting this way and I respect that." He leaned forward and kissed her lightly before nuzzling her neck. "Let's go eat dinner. I'll get you something to wear for now." He got up and crossed over to the wardrobe. He withdrew a pair of sweat pants and a tee shirt. He turned around to find her stretching on his bed; her back arched up and her body was being pushed towards him. He gasped and dropped the clothes out of surprise.

Jen quickly sat up and stared at him; her hair cascading around her face and shoulders. "What's the matter, George?" she asked him.

She is bloody sexy. "Bloody hell, Jen. Do you have any idea how sexy you look right now?" She blushed at his words. He picked up the clothes and handed them to her. He told her that dinner was on the table; he kissed her gently on the lips and then left the room.

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Over dinner, Jen told George about the prophecy and her meeting with Dumbledore. He wasn't too happy about what she had told him, but he soon realized that there was nothing he could do about it. The two of them sat there and talked about it until they heard their names being called from the living room. They both went into the room and found Harry's head in the flames.

"Hey guys. Would you mind if I popped over for a bit?" They both shook their heads and Harry's head disappeared from the fireplace and his entire body appeared in the living room. "I hope I wasn't interrupting anything."

"Actually, we were about to have a bit of tea and pie. Would you like some?" Jen asked. He nodded and the three of them went into the kitchen. "So, what's up?" she asked Harry as she set down a slice of pie and a cup of tea in front of each of them.

"I wanted to let you know that I have made my decision about what we had talked about earlier." Jen and George exchanged glances. "I want to do it. If being mentally connected to you forever is the worst of it all, I'll deal with it. It beats dying and handing the world over to Voldemort on a silver platter."

"I'm glad you made the right choice, Harry. I will inform Dumbledore immediately of our decision. The two of us should pick a day to veg out together," Jen told him.

"To what?" George asked, not quite understanding the American term she had used.

Jen laughed at both of their confused faces. "Sorry. What I mean is that Harry and I will have to spend some time together and talk about some things before we perform the ritual."

"But why? Won't we just learn it all once the ritual has been performed?" Harry asked her.

"Yes, Harry, but this is so that we don't get any major surprises. Also, our connection may awaken some repressed memories and dreams," she warned him.

"What kind of memories?" Harry asked her.

"The night your parents were murdered." Harry went pale and George gasped. "You said once that all you remembered was a flash of green light and a flying motorcycle, right?" Harry nodded. "Well, I know that the green light was the Killing Curse and the flying motorcycle was what Hagrid used to transport you from your parents' home in Godric's Hollow to your aunt and uncles on Privet Drive."

Harry was amazed. "How did you know all that?" he asked her.

She blushed and took a sip of her tea. "Dumbledore told me." Harry nodded, but said nothing else.

"I just thought of something," George said. Harry and Jen looked at him. "Since Harry will have learned all that you know once this ritual is complete, maybe he could help you figure out a way to break the mind connection. I mean, two heads are better than one, right?"

"You know, that is a brilliant idea, George. Absolutely brilliant. I never thought of that," Jen told him.

"Right, well we'll get to work on that once the ritual has been performed. However, I think that it's best if we waited to do that after we have defeated Voldemort to do that," Harry told them both. Jen agreed with him. "All right, I'm going to go home now. I have lots of preparing to do. I'll owl you tomorrow so we can set up our veg time, okay?" he asked Jen.

She nodded in agreement. "Okay. I will owl Albus and let him know of our decision. I know that he will wish for us to perform this ritual as soon as possible. I would say that we should veg sometime this week."

Harry nodded and was about to Apparate home when a familiar looking owl flew into the window and landed in front of Jen. "Hey, Jen, isn't that your parents' owl?" He asked her.

Jen just sat there in shock. George moved over to her and put his arms around her. "You okay, love?" he asked her. Without a word, Jen took the envelope from the owl and read its contents. She gasped and dropped it to the ground. "Jen, what is it? What did it say?" George asked her.

"I need to go to America tomorrow," she told him, "and I want you to come with me."

"What? Why?" George asked her. Harry just stood there in confusion.

Jen sighed and then took a quick sip of her tea. "After my parents died, I didn't know what to do with Archimedes. I couldn't keep him because of Isabella and I didn't know what else to do, so I gave him to the guy who had hired me back in America, Michael Walker. I told him that Archimedes was very loyal and that he was to only send him to me if there was an emergency."

"So if Archimedes was only to be sent to you in case of an emergency, what's the matter? Harry asked her.

"That's why I have to go to America tomorrow. I just received a letter from Michael Walker confirming a suspicion that I have had for quite some time now." Jen told them.

"What suspicion? What is it?" George asked her.

"Well, I know that Voldemort had my parents killed, though I am still unsure why, but I also believe that he had Beth, my old assistant, killed as well. Her death never sat right with me and I expressed my thoughts to both Michael and Albus. Michael told me that he would look into it and let me know if he found anything." She held up the letter. "Apparently, he found something."

George leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Of course I will go with you. I wouldn't miss being there for you. How long will we be gone?" She told him that they would be gone for a few days. "All right. I'll just go owl Fred and let him know that he will have to do without me for a few days. I'll be right back." He got up and left the room.

Harry turned to Jen. "Let me know when you get back and we'll meet up. I think we should do this as soon as possible." She nodded in agreement and said goodbye to Harry. He Disapparated and Jen made her way to George's bedroom.

She walked in the room to find George just sealing his letter to Fred. "Ready for bed then?" she asked him. He nodded and tied the letter to his owl and sent him off. "I just want to send a quick letter to Michael, letting him know that we will be there tomorrow morning." He nodded as she left the room.

She returned to find George already in bed. "Do you want me to sleep on the sofa?" he asked her.

"No," she told him. She walked over to the other side of the bed and he moved the covers back for her. Before climbing in, she took the sweats that he had given her earlier off, leaving herself in just her undergarments.

George's jaw dropped in amazement as he looked her naked body over. "Bloody hell, Jen." She smiled and crawled into the bed, lying next to him.

"You're not tired, are you?" she asked him suggestively as she lightly ran one of her fingers down his chest.

"No, I ... er ... I ... I don't want to hurt you," he said at last.

She looked up at him and then sat up in the bed. "I know you don't want to hurt me, George," she told him as she cradled his face in her hands. She leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. "I have wanted this for so long, George. Much longer than I can explain. Could we pretend that this is my first time? Since this would be the first time that I want to do it." She looked deep into his eyes, searching for some sort of agreement and understanding.

He thought about it for a few moments. He really wanted this to happen; he's wanted it for such a long time. He just didn't want to hurt like she had been hurt before. He looked deep into her eyes and saw the same desire and yearning that he had. He leaned closer to her and kissed her, brushing his tongue lightly over her lips. He pulled back and looked at her. "I don't want to hurt you. Promise me you will tell me if I hurt you."

She saw the seriousness in his eyes as he looked at her for her answer. "Of course I will tell you if you hurt me. Though, from what I understand, it is painful the first few times. So it will hurt anyay, but it will be a pleasurable hurt," she told him as she traced her hand down his chest again, only this time she continued down to his torso and to his hips. She never took her eyes off of him.

He swallowed the lump that had arisen in his throat as he stared at her. He had never been with someone like this before and he had always dreamed that his first time would be with her. He took the hand that was resting on her shoulder and lightly ran it down her arm and to her waist. He pulled her closer to him and kissed her passionately. "I love you," he told her when he pulled away.

She smiled at him as she licked her lips. "I love you too," she said before pulling him into another passionate kiss. With a wave of her hand, the lights went out.

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