Ron: (his voice quivers slightly) "Look, I know what you're thinking, but I can't help how I feel. Ginny isn't just my sister, she's..." (his hand gently traces the curve of her waist) "she's my everything. And I know she feels the same way."
Ginny: (nods solemnly) "Ron, I do love you. And I know this isn't conventional, but I can't ignore the connection between us." (she looks into his eyes) "When I feel you inside me, it's not just pleasure, it's... home. Like we're completing each other's hearts. It's not about the taboo; it's about us, together, against all odds."
Ron: "Exactly, Gin. What we have, it's pure. It's love. And if love can make people do crazy things, why can't it make us do something beautiful, like this?" (his hand moves up to cup her cheek) "We're not hurting anyone. It's just us, in our own little world, where we can be ourselves. Where we can be... one."
Ginny: "I know you're right, Ron," she whispers, a soft blush coloring her cheeks. With a grace that seems almost choreographed, she shifts her position, spreading her legs before him. "Let's show them what real love is."