Disclaimer: Harry Potter is from the creative genius that is J.K. Rowling. I am not her. This is merely a fanfiction to tide us over until Book 6.

A/N: Here's the conclusion. It's not beta read. I will repost when it is. I want to thank you all very much for reviewing and reading my story. I really appreciate it. I am not completely sure what my next story will be about. Currently my idea's aren't H/G, but that could change. Thanks again. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- ---------------------------------------------

As Harry deepened the kiss, he tangled one of his hands in Ginny's hair. Merlin, she tasted like chocolate from earlier.

Ginny, meanwhile, felt she was very much like the caramel that had just dropped from her hand. She was melting -- melting from Harry's kisses and his touch. She brought her hands down to run them through his hair. She could feel one of his hands in her hair too. It wasn't until the weight shifted on the bed that she realized Harry's other hand was on her hip under her shirt. Shocked, she broke off the kiss.

Harry looked like a little boy who just lost his puppy as her lips left his.

"I'm sorry Gin," he said dejectedly as he moved to sit upright on the bed. "I didn't mean to scare you."

"You didn't scare me Harry," she said sitting up. "I was just a bit shocked."

"You were scared that first night," he said looking down, not really listening, "when I threw you in bed. I saw it. I don't know why I did that. I was drunk, but I have been drunker before. I think, maybe, I've wanted you in my bed for awhile, sleeping beside me."

"Wh-What?" Ginny said in disbelief.

"Then you got me addicted," he said turning to look at her. "All it took was one night with you next to me, and I knew I always would want to wake up next to you."

Ginny smiled as he continued. Harry started to babble and she couldn't think of anything more romantic then his ramblings at that moment.

"I tried to stay away from you that Saturday before I left. I didn't get any sleep at all. That Sunday night I went looking for you. I went to your flat, the taverns, even the university, and I came home to find you here waiting looking like, Merlin," he flustered.

Ginny giggled and Harry turned back to her. He cupped the side of her face in his hands and leaned in toward her.

"You know when I was on assignment, I broke a silencing charm in my sleep yelling for you to come to bed? About gave our whole unit away, because I couldn't consciously or unconsciously keep you out of my head, Gin. God, you don't know what you are doing to me."

Ginny smiled and then learned in and kissed Harry softly on the lips. She rested her forehead against his and whispered in his ear.

"I was scared because I had never slept in the same bed as a man before, and I was shocked because of where your hand was earlier."

A perplexed look was plastered on Harry's face as he spoke. "You mean you haven't?"

Ginny shook her head no.

"What about Michael or Dean or what's his name? Evan?"

"No. They wanted to, but I didn't think I was ready."

"What about now?" Harry asked gently.

"Now," Ginny said lying back in bed and pulling Harry down with her. "Now I think I haven't had a good night's sleep since you left my bed, and now that you're back I plan on taking full advantage of it."

Harry grinned broadly before turning off the lights.

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Why were there always people knocking on the door? Ginny thought as she strained to open her eyes. Harry's room was still dark, having no windows in it. His alarm clock said it was a quarter until 10 in the morning. Ginny just smiled as she felt Harry's arm wrapped around her waist, as she went to snuggle back down in bed.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Harry," she said softly, pushing the hair from his face. "Love, someone's at the door."

"They'll go away," he muttered pulling her closer and kissing her neck, causing Ginny to giggle.

Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump. Thump.

"Go away," Harry yelled toward the other room.

That just increased the pace of the knocking. Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

"Maybe I'll just get the door," Ginny said smiling as she slipped off the bed and pulled on a shirt from the floor.

"Tell them to go away and come back to bed," Harry muttered from somewhere under the covers.

Gingerly, Ginny walked into the other room. She was a little sore from the night before and was thinking about how nice a warm bath sounded. Maybe she'd have one after she went back to bed for awhile.

Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump, thump.

"Coming!" Ginny yelled as she unlocked Harry's door and swung it open to reveal her entire family, with the exception of Charlie on the other side. They did not look amused. In fact, her brothers look murderous.

"Ginny, you're all right," her father said relieved as he pulled her into a hug.

"Why wouldn't I be?" she asked confused.

"We were just worried that's all," George said in a slightly agitated tone. "It's not everyday our sister misses a longstanding engagement."

"What are you talking about?"

"It's 10 a.m. Sunday morning, Gin," Hermione answered smirking.

"Oh," Ginny said suddenly remembering the weekly family breakfast. "Well, let's just make it brunch today. Fleur and Hermione can begin cooking, and I'll be there in a little bit, 'kay?" she said as she went to close the door on them.

Ron stuck out his arm to block the door.

"Where's Harry, Gin?" he asked the anger rising in his voice.

At the sound of his name, Harry's voice echoed in from the bedroom.

"Who was it Gin? And are you coming back to bed or not?"

Ginny managed to keep her blush down to a minimum and was glad she had closed the door to the bedroom when she stepped out. If not, her entire family would be able to see in there.

"The cavalry has arrived," Ginny yelled back at him.

"What?" Harry said as he opened the door to the bedroom. He had donned some black sweatpants, but that was all. He pulled on his glasses, took one look in the doorway and his a lump formed in his throat.

"Hi everybody," he said nervously.

A wicked grin crossed Ginny's face as she looked at him. She proceeded to walk over to him and said in a voice loud enough for everyone to hear, "I'll let you deal with the questions today Love. I'm going to take a bath. I'm still a little sore from last night."

With that said she swatted him on the behind before making her way to the bathroom.

Flabbergasted, Harry turned around to see the whole Weasley family in the doorway. He survived Voldemort, he could survive four angry brothers couldn't he?

"Uh, why don't you all come in and make yourselves comfortable?" he asked nervously.

In the bathroom Ginny hummed to herself while soaking in the tub, not paying a bit of attention to the voices in the other room.

And somewhere in heaven, two mothers smiled for their children's new found happiness while Prongs and Padfoot laughed at a sputtering son and godson as he tried to explain "things" to his future father-in-law and four very irate older brothers.