Chapter 5- A long one


"Gin" Harry whispered opening my bedroom door.
"Hey" I replied. He wallked over and knelt beside the edge of my bed. I slinked my arms around his neck and he brought my face to his. He kissed me passionatly. One of my hands broke away and gripped the collar of his shirt. I pulled him up into bed beside me. I snuggled up to him. There was a plesent warmth radiating off his body. His arms were wound tight around my body. "I almost forgot. Your birthday present" I went and got it from my dressing table where it was wrapped up neatly in gold paper and red ribbon inside a red giftbag. I handed it to him with a hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Happy birthday Harry"
"Thanks"
"What is it? It's a big present"
"Well, it's actually just a few little ones" I told him. There were four presents in total. He opened the first. It was a book called the 100 Greatest Wizards of all time.
"Thanks Gin." we flicked through it quickly spotting wizards like Albus Dumbeldore, and then there was Harry, the boy who lived. He laughed when he saw his picuture. He lay the book across our laps and he put one arm around my shoulders. "Thanks Gin, I love it."
The second present was a box of belgian chocolates from Honeydukes. We munched on a few of them together. We shared our favourite ones and the nasty tasting ones we dared each other to each, though some were just too revolting.
The third, was a voucher for a subscription to Quiditch Weekly. "I asked if they would sent it to Hogwarts and they said it would be no problem." I told him.
He kissed my forehead. "Gin, this is far too much. Thank you and I've not even opened all of them yet."
"Anything for you Harry."
"And you said I was hopelessly romantic." he laughed
He opened the last present. "I love it Gin. Thank you, sooo much" He gave me a tight squeeze and kissed my cheek.I held out my hand for him to take. It was a scrapbook I had put together of his six years at Hogwarts with pictures of the four of us, Harry, myself, Ron and Hermionie and there was also a few pictures of his parents. On the front was a picture of the two of us He was so like his dad it was unbelievable. But he has his mums eyes and lovely eyes they are to inherit. We're going to have beautiful children. Then I laughed then relised it was out loud.
"Whats so funny?" He asked smiling at me.
"I honestly can't tell you" I laughed
"Yes you can, you can tell me anything," he pressed his lips to my neck.
"Harry." I shook my head, "I'm so scared. Don't ever leave me again."
"I promise. But Gin, you know how angry your mum was with you for joining in the fight at the ministry, so if something like that happens in the future, there in no way you will be taking part. Your way to precious. And thoses weeks appart form you prove that." He hugged me tightly
"My mum and dad can't stop me. And niether can you! I'm practically an adult!"
"Your fifteen Ginny. Your still young, practically a baby and at least have a whole life to live."
"Harry, be quiet. you sound even worse than my mum. Plus your sixteen and you still have your whole life ahead of you too. Plus, I doubt that a baby would kiss you like I do!"
"And this is what you found funny?" he asked.
"No. That was something else" I said as I cuddled closer to him.
"So what was funny?" He asked again.
"Promise me something, Harry"
"Anything for you Gin" He said repeating me line from earlier. I rolled my eyes
"Stay with me." I said as I gazed deep into his eyes. I was serious
"Gin, you know I will." He answered.
"And then I'll tell you. In the near future, if you remember."
"Aw don't do that."
"You just promised to stay with me. That way, we have the rest of our lives, together." I put my hand on his cheek and brought his face round to mine. "I can't see a life without you Harry. It wouldn't be worth living." He kissed me softly.
"Thank you Ginny. For all the lovely birthday gifts. And for you. I love you Gin." I pulled him toward me and kissed him passionatly. My head hit the pillow and I pulled him with me. I drew away for a breath but he continued to kiss me under my throat and down my neck. I pulled him back up to my face. He rolled over so I was on top of him. His hands were sliding down my body. They were under my t-shirt and then it was on the floor. His fingers traces soft patterns up and down my back. They were warm and soft on my skin. I reached for his t-shirt. He helped me with it, and it too was on the floor. We laughed in unison. My hands touched his bare chest. I stopped what I was doing and sat on top of him, my legs at either side of his body. He was unbearable beautiful. My hands glided along his chest. He put his arms around my waist and pulled me back to him. It was nearly dawn, but we didn't have a care in the world. We had each other.