Make This go on Forever

This is my very first story ever.... Please read and review! I hope you enjoy it!

As they stood in the headmaster’s office for what they knew would be the last time, they looked around, soaking in the room. Harry wanted to remember this place as he always had, even if it was now left with only small traces of the only headmaster he knew and loved. He supposed, though, that things were different now. He knew all about Snape and his actual position in how the events of these past 7 years laid out. He had new respect and almost affection for the man, even if he had protected him only because he was the product of Lily Evans. Harry, Hermione, and Ron settled their eyes on each other; passing between them the tales of everything they had been through together since first year. They now shared this tight knit triangle of understanding, friendship, and love that they were grateful for not having been destroyed in the all too recent war. Ron slowly took Hermione’s hand, squeezed Harry’s shoulder, and began to lead the way out. They walked toward the sounds of victory, grief, happiness, sadness, and relief in the great hall. Some had left, gone back to their now safe homes to mourn those lost, or celebrate those who survived. As Harry passed into the Great Hall toward where the Weasleys were still standing near Fred, Lupin, and Tonk’s bodies, he gave nods of understanding and appreciation to those who had fought alongside him; Neville, Luna, Dean, Seamus, Cho, and all the others. Although everyone was bloodied and dirty from battle, and swollen and red from crying, Harry could feel the happiness floating through the room.

At last, he saw her. He was Ginny kneeled down and comforting George, who Harry knew would grieve the most for the loss of his twin Fred. He stood a little ways away from her and just stared. He took her in slowly, for once, knowing that he had all the time in the world. He followed the curves of her face; where under the dirt and grime laid beautiful porcelain skin, to her hair; matted with dirt and blood, but as beautiful as if she had just stepped out of the bath, and her eyes, puffy with tears, but glistening with the same blue that Harry could never get out of his mind. Ginny could feel him looking at her. She slowly looked up to make eye contact with Harry. He had never looked worse, but to her, it didn’t matter; he was alive. She made a small smile at him, and he made one toward her. They both felt a sense of safety and love wash over them.

Harry and Hermione decided to travel back to the Burrow for an undetermined amount of time following the war. Hogwarts was being rebuilt more and more every day, and in the beginning, there were funerals several times a week. But, 2 months had passed. The Weasleys were still mourning a lost son and brother, but day by day there was a little more joy returned to the house. Ron and Hermione were wasting no time. They were with each other as much as they could be. After the war, they had both seemed to realize that they had wasted so much time before, and now that the world was a better place, they had no excuses when it came to loving each other. After a while, the both journeyed to Australia to find Hermione’s parents. George and Percy were off fixing up the shop and restoring it to full health; complete with a huge and colorful portrait of Fred hanging on the back wall, egging kids on and getting them to buy as many of his genius inventions as he could. Bill and Fleur returned to their cottage a short time after the war had ended, and it seemed to Harry like the world around him was sorting itself out.

Over the 2 months he had been at the Burrow, Harry had talked to Ginny several times, hugged her, cuddled her, and even held her hand. But, he had not kissed her. He wasn’t exactly sure why, but he felt like it had something to do with the constant mourning of loved ones and all the hustle and bustle of rebuilding the wizarding world. Also, he was scared. He wanted to do it right this time. He wanted to make sure that when they kissed again, he would take his time and pour all the love he had for her into it. He wanted it to be perfect. He could tell she wanted him too, and even that she was getting angry that he hadn’t yet. Tonight, though, it would be different. He had been watching her all day while she tended to her chores and hummed to herself, pausing here and there to glance at Harry, smile at him, or brush his hand. When dinner was over, he caught her going up the stairs and told her to come meet him in the field next to the Burrow in an hour. He had much to do.

Harry changed into clean clothes, and ran to his intended meeting spot. He pulled out is wand and out of his rucksack, a blanket, some small pillows, tons of candles, and flowers he had picked earlier from the garden. Using his wand, he set up what he had envisioned. The candles all lit, floating a bit above the blanket on the ground. He bundled some of the flowers in a bouquet for Ginny, and scattered the rest around the small clearing. He was happy with his handiwork when he had finished. He was proud of the spot he picked, a small circular clearing in the tall grass field a little ways from the house. He trusted Ginny would know where to find him by the light of the candles. He went over and over in his head what he wanted to do, to say, what he wanted her to do and say. Then, her heard footsteps. He hoped it was her and not anyone who would ruin his perfect plan.

“Harry?” He heard her soft voice whisper his name. His stomach jumped with excitement. He left the clearing and into the grass to find her. He did after a few seconds, and quickly stepped behind her and blinded her with his hands. “Walk this way,” he whispered into her ear. He paused for a moment to take in the amazing scent that Ginny had. This above all else, was so comforting to Harry. He walked her forward, to the clearing. When he stopped her he leaned into her ear again, “now, when I take my hands away, don’t laugh, ok?”
“Why would I…” He lifted his hands, and she dropped her jaw. She saw the candles first, then the blanket and the flowers. Harry then walked in front of her to pick up the bouquet off the blanket and give it to Ginny.
“Um, these are for you. … Please say something Gin. I feel like I should be embarrassed or something.”
“No, Harry, it’s just, I don’t know what to say. Thank you.”
“Uh, you’re welcome.” He took her hand in his and led her to the blanket. They sat down together, and Ginny put her flowers aside. “Gin, I, um, have a lot to say. Uh, I guess I’ll start with I’m sorry. I’m sorry I made you wait for me last year. I mean, I don’t regret it because I cared too much to see you hurt by my fault, but I’m sorry for what it did to you. I missed you. So much. As pitiful as it sounds, I used to sit up at night and search the map for your dot and watch you lying in the dorms or studying in the library. I wished every second that I was with you. I wanted to be. And after the war, these past two months, have been great with you. I’ve been so happy just to be near you and to hold your hand, to be alive. Thank you, Ginny, for still caring for me.”

“Harry, I knew that you leaving me then was for the best. I have left that behind me. What is important now is that we’re here, together. I missed you too. More than you’ll ever know. I used to stay up at night, trying to visualize what I thought you were doing. Were you sitting with Ron and Hermione around a fire, were you battling death eaters, were you ok? Were you hurt? I didn’t know, but I hoped with all that I could, that you would come back. Not just for me, but for everyone. When I thought you were dead for that short time, my heart died. I saw your body in Hagrid’s arms and I sunk instantly into blackness. I wanted to die right along with you. I lost my hope; I couldn’t muster up any more to give you.” Harry was looking away now, toward the ground, trying to suppress tears coming at him for realizing the pain he put her through by pretending to be dead that night. “Oh, Harry. Please don’t be upset, I know now what you had to do. I was just so happy when you turned out to be alive. I forgot all about how dead I felt.” He looked up at her, and cupped the side of her face with his hand. She leaned her head into his touch and closed his eyes.

“Ginny, I’ve been waiting for the right time. To, um, kiss you. I want it to be right. I did this tonight, because, well, can I kiss you now?” she looked into his eyes and smiled. He moved toward her slowly, and kissed her gently at first. Then, realizing how much they wanted this, it got hungrier, faster, and deeper. She let his tongue slide into her mouth, and she tasted him with hers. They moved their bodies closer, tangling in so close an embrace; one would have thought they were attached. He kissed her, and she kissed him for what seemed like an eternity. Occasionally, she would let out a little moan of pleasure, and he would deepen the kiss as a response. Ginny pulled back from the kiss slowly, she looked into his eyes and said, “You have waited too long, Potter, but this is well worth the wait.” He stole a kiss from her and touched his forehead to hers.

“Ginny, I have faced death so many times; I have held the fate of the world in my hands and have stood on the edge of destruction. Now that the world is better, calmer, more peaceful, I have only love in my hands. I love you Gin.” She stole another kiss from him, and he could feel a smile on her lips.
“I love you too, Harry.” At this, they drove straight into the deepest kiss they could possibly conjure. Their hands began to wander as they worked to touch and take in every inch of each other. Ginny, who had actually mastered silent spells, picked up her wands and cast the basic silencing, protection, and disillusionment charms around the clearing without breaking the kiss. Harry rolled her onto her back and continued kissing her. His left hand kept his balance while his right ventured up Ginny’s shirt, touching the soft skin of her stomach for the first time. She pushed Harry’s shirt up and stroked her fingers on his back. She then started to pull up his shirt, slowly pulling it over his head. She took him in, his toned upper body shining in candle light. He began to kiss down her neck, raising her shirt as she had his over her head. This caused her red hair to spread out around her head, a beautiful halo atop the half naked and gorgeous body of the girl he loved. He slid his hand over her bra, gently gripping her while keeping very passionate eye contact with her. He pulled her toward him so she was sitting up, and he unclasped her bra and slid it off of her. He kissed her mouth, then her neck, her collar bone, her breast, and then he took her nipple into his mouth. He was caressing her with all he had, and she was gently whispering his name. Harry could feel himself becoming aroused. And so could she. She pulled his face to hers and kissed him, allowing for her hands to roam to his pants button, and undo them. She pushed them off of him, kicking his jeans and boxers off with her feet. She could feel him through her jeans. She wanted him inside of her, and soon. Harry sensed this, and unbuttoned her jeans, pulling off the rest of her clothes with amazing ease and speed. He took just a moment to soak her in. In the candle light, her skin was just perfect, her body was beautiful. He put his hands on her feet and slid them upward as he moved to put his hands on her face and kiss her so deeply he thought he would explode. Ginny was no longer whispering his name, but almost pleading with him at full voice. He bent to take her breast in his mouth again as he reached down to her warm center. He grazed the inside of her thighs first, getting her used to his touch, and she spread her legs just enough. Harry felt her wetness and a wave of passion and arousal shot through him. He put one, then two, then three fingers inside of her, watching as her face molded to a state of pleasure. Harry had apparently found the right spot because she was saying “right there, right there” over and over again. She reached down and touched him, gripped him and stroked him to keep him aroused while he was pleasuring her.

“Oh, Gin. I love you, I love you, I love you.” Harry pulled his fingers out and found the small nub he was looking for. He stroked it gently, and she bucked his hips toward him. She couldn’t touch him anymore, she couldn’t concentrate.
“Harry, I can’t wait any more. Please, I want you. I love you!” With this, he kissed her deeply once more and slowly positioned himself at her entrance.
“Are you sure, love?”
“Yes, Harry, yes.” He smiled, and entered her gently. He could feel her stretch around him, and he was almost drowned in pure bliss. He saw the slightest expression of pain on her face, and slowed even more.
“Are you alright?” he asked. She winced a bit, and wiggled her hips.
“Just do it Harry, break it, please.” Harry was scared about that, he didn’t want to hurt her, but she had practically begged, so he said her loved her again, and thrust a little harder, pushing passed what he knew as her barrier. “There, Harry, now gently, slowly.” He backed out a little, and thrust back in at a fairly slow pace for a little while. She felt so good to Harry, and she was so beautiful. “Now, faster, it’s ok, harder…” He felt a surge of excitement as he picked up speed and force, making love to her as best as he could. She felt his skin on hers and she felt him inside of her, and she was happier then she had ever been in her life. She moved her hips to his rhythm and she could feel her climax getting closer and closer. Harry was getting closer too, which she could tell because he had closed his eyes and began clenching the blanket below him. “Ginny… Ginny” He kept saying. They got faster and faster, and he thrust harder and harder, until at last, fireworks. He felt this enormous eruption inside him as her walls closed in on him and got tighter. He watched pleasure wash over her entire body, and it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

They were both breathing hard, and looking lovingly into each other’s eyes. He collapsed to his side, and she rolled a bit on top of him. He was hugging her close to his chest. She reached up and kissed him for another eternity.
“That was amazing, Harry.”
“Really? I’m glad you feel the same way I do.” He smiled gently at her and kissed her forehead. He began slowly stroking her hair as she dabbled her fingers slowly on his abdomen.
“I love you Harry Potter.”
“I love you Ginny Weasley.”
“Can it be like this always?”
“Always. Always.” Harry looked up at the stars in the dark night sky and thought about his future with this amazing woman. He held her tighter and he smiled largely as the idea of doing what they just did again flashed through his mind. But, at that moment, he had to push it aside and gather the things. They would have to return to the Burrow before anyone got too suspicious.

They dressed again, pausing to kiss and embrace each other here and then. Ginny went in first and readied herself for bed. Harry then came in, and went to the room him and Ron shared to get pajamas on and lay in his bed. But, he couldn’t fall asleep. He crept out of bed, slid his cloak over him, and walked into the hallway. He stopped at Ginny’s door and slowly opened it.
“Harry?”
“Yeah,” he walked in, removed the cloak and tiptoed to her bedside. “Can I sleep here? I just don’t think I can sleep alone tonight.”
“I was hoping you would come.” She moved over so he could spoon her under the covers, and he kissed her head.
“Goodnight, Love.”
“Goodnight.”
They fell asleep like this every night that they could; usually after a visit to their favorite field clearing. Harry didn’t think it was possible, but he loved her more every day. And every night, that kiss on her head meant more to her than anything she ever thought could.