For obvious reasons, I'm kind of manhandling the time, so if the timing of certain events in the story as compared to the book seem off, it's just so that I can narrate smoothly. Takes place around the beginning of Half Blood Prince. (See, example number one, Ginny and Harry weren't dating yet by that point.) Anyway, on with the story, hope you like it!
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You don't pick who you fall in love with, and it never happens the right way. Of this, Harry was fully aware. In fact this had become blatantly obvious to him in the past few months as he and Ginny's relationship had grown stronger, owing to a kiss they'd shared at the end of the summer. They'd started dating and had been inseparable since. Harry was so in love with Ginny he sometimes felt as though his heart wouldn't be able to handle it, and he knew that she felt the same. The only problem with their relationship was ... everything.
Ginny was Harry's best friend's little sister. He knew that there were unspoken 'bro' rules against that. Also, his being with a girl put her at extreme risk of Voldemort wanting to hurt her as a personal attack against Harry. And on Ginny's side things were equally problematic. She had six older brothers who were extremely protective of her, and would prefer not to see their 'Little Ginny' with anyone. And Mrs Weasley, though she loved Harry, didn't want to consider Ginny to be older than the cute ten year old girl she had been five years ago - understandable as most mothers felt this about their youngest child - and didn't like her dating, let alone dating a boy who was a year older.
But this could not stop Ginny and Harry; their love was too strong for that. Ginny insisted that she could take care of herself and didn't need Harry protecting her from the Dark Lord; repeating to Harry "I can manage my own safety and take care of myself, thank you very much," And the Weasley family dealt with their problems and allowed Ginny and Harry to be happy, knowing that being grumpy or unpleasant toward their relationship would just form an unnecessary wall - the two of them would be together no matter what.
So they all got used to it. In fact, Mrs Weasley had started referring to their relationship as 'cute', and her sons did the same, though they still kept a close eye on Harry. "No harsh feelings," Fred had told him multiple times. "Just watching out for our little sister," George would finish. "We're only two years older than you," Fred would add. "We know how teenage boy think," they'd say together, raising their eyebrows. The idea that Fred and George had even the slightest clue of the way he thought about Ginny in private was enough to make Harry shudder.
Of course, Harry had never really acted on any of those thoughts before. But tonight was different than most nights. Tonight, on NewYear's Eve he looked at Ginny with more than just love and admiration, tonight he looked at her with desire. He wanted more than anything to run up to her and kiss her in the middle of the crowd of friends and family members who were all celebrating the New Year at the Weasley house, (where Harry had been invited to stay for the holidays) but he knew better from experience; Ron had walked in on him and Ginny snogging once and had been agitated with Harry for days. Ron too, had gotten used to the idea of his best friend dating his sister, but regardless; he didn't want to know much about it, and he certainly didn't want to see it.
The clock struck midnight and everyone cheered. Champagne was poured, songs were sung, and resolutions were made. Harry kissed Ginny passionately when the clock struck, and her brothers couldn't complain because they were also indulging in the first kiss of the new year - Bill with Fleur, Charlie with a girl he'd brought home from Romania named Ana, Fred and George with a set of twins they'd met at the joke shop, whom they were both now in steady relationships with, Mr. Weasley with Mrs. Weasley, and Ron with Hermione. All the other numerous guests seemed to have partnered up as well.
The festivities went on late into the night. The Weasley family - excluding Percy, who for the second Christmas in a row, was not present - had stayed up celebrating until the sun came up, but Harry and Ginny did not join them in this because the two of them had snuck off less than half an hour after the strike of the new year. In the midst of the excited party atmosphere, no one noticed their absence.
Harry had kissed her deeply and she had let out a soft moan before puling him by the hand and leading him up the stairs. Ginny's room was one of two rooms on the third floor, the other belonging to Fred and George. She leaned against the door and pulled him in to kiss her. He smiled at this and accepted her offer. They kissed for what could have been minutes or hours; neither of them really cared. How could anything matter at this point? When Ginny pulled away it was to open her bedroom door and pull him in. Harry turned to close the door behind him and Ginny laughed a little before locking it, just to be safe.
Harry stared down at her, taking in her extreme beauty as he did every time he looked at her. "You're beautiful," he said. Ginny blushed and embraced him, resting her head against his chest. Harry took a deep breath and kissed the top of her head. "I love you," he said.
She turned her head up to look at him. It was the first time he'd said it. She knew he loved her, and she loved him, but he'd never actually said it before now. She smiled at him and kissed him again. "I love you too," she whispered. Harry snaked his arms around her waist and pulled her in, deepening their kiss. Ginny leaned further into him, causing the two of them to stumble and fall back onto her bed, landing softly, arms and legs intertwined with each other.
Ginny and Harry laughed. "Woops," she said.
"Ginny," Harry said in a sarcastic tone. "Honestly love, you've only had half a glass of champagne and you're already tipsy."
Ginny giggled. "I'm not tipsy," she said - and she wasn't lying, she was sober as ever. "I've always been clumsy around you. You know that." Ginny smiled seductively at Harry. "Since we're already here," she said and her fingers lingered at the hem of his shirt.
Harry hesitated. He wanted this more than anything, and it almost caught him off guard that she was offering. Ginny's hand slid slowly up Harry's shirt as though she was planning on taking it off. Harry thought about it for a moment. What if her family found out? Ron would kill him. And on the other hand... he stopped himself. Fuck what ifs, he thought. He loved Ginny and this is what people in love do.
"Are you sure you're ready?" He asked. This was both of their first times, and it wasn't going to be just some fling. He didn't want her to feel pressured to do it. He knew that he was ready but he wanted to be sure about her.
Ginny nodded, smiled, and kissed him.
Harry smiled back at her and shrugged off his shirt with Ginny's help. He then proceeded to remove her shirt, and pull her against him. The lace of her bra pressed into his skin and he ran his fingers through her tangled ginger hair. Ginny kissed him and said "I'm ready." She let out a sigh as he laid her down on the bed.