Harry set Ginny down next to the bed. She tossed the roses on the settee and grabbed the front of his shirt again, roughly pulling him to her.
She grinned. "Yes."
Ginny fell backwards onto the bed, pulling Harry on top of her. And it all was so familiar at first: kissing and kissing, his hands slipping up her shirt, hers winding around his torso and running up and down his back. His hands undoing her bra. Her hands unbuckling his belt. Just like they were back at Hogwarts in his bed. Boring. The same thing over and over. Only a few people knew about Ginny and Harry in the Room of Requirement, one of the few places he was willing to go a bit farther. She had only hinted about what they had done, and only a few times, less then she could count on one hand. She had seen him naked, touched him...more than that. In a little way? This was deja vu, but she knew at some point, it would stop being familiar.
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