"It's you turn to think of somewhere, that's the deal. Where do we have sex next then, Potter?"she'd always been forthright, and she loved teasing him. She deliberately pushed him against the back of sofa, straddling him and grinding her hips against him. The jeans he was wearing suddenly felt uncomfortable.

" You're not helping me think you know" he said as she slowly undid the buttons of his shirt, kissing further down as each open button revealed skin. "Gin.." managed to escape from his lips. She looked up at him, with one of her wicked smiles and then continued to kiss. A hiss escaped his lips as she started kissing the trail of hair leading down from his bellybutton. " Your bedroom at the burrow" he managed to say, through his shortened breaths. She stopped and looked up at him.

"Naughty Harry. Trying to see what you missed in 7th year? Recapture what might of happened if Ron hadn't interrupted us?" He didn't answer, Harry's mind was elsewhere with Ginny's pelvis grinding into him, he was to far gone. She whispered into his ear " If you're good, I might even wear my school uniform".

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Her head fell and she saw that in her haste she had buttoned up her school shirt incorrectly. She couldn't believe the nightmare this had turned into. At least she could place the blame on other people, it was Harry's idea to use her old room and her parents fault for coming home early from holiday as the water didn't agree with her Aunt. None of this was her fault. She moved her tie around, trying to cover as much as her cleavage as she could. The shirt seemed even smaller in the cold light of day. Her wedding band gleamed at her. See, they were married, they were allowed to! Especially if they wanted any of those grandchildren her mother was always going on about, ignoring the part about her religiously taking her potion every night to prevent that ever happening. The noise changed and her father was speaking now, this shouldn't last long. He didn't rant like her mum. She glanced over at Harry, looking like a naughty school boy, nodding and agreeing and apologising to her parents. Promising it will never happen again. She hoped he meant being caught, if he meant anything else she wasn't going to be happy, to put it politely. She wanted to laugh at the absurdity of the situation, but bit down on her top lip to stifle any noise that might escape.

" Are you going to treat the house with more respect?" asked her mother. They both nodded and headed towards the floo. Feeling about 12 years old again. She half expected a howler when she got home. In fact, she probably would still get one

. After they left Molly sighed and turned to Arthur "You know, they may remember the privacy charms now"
" I hope so" said Arthur, " I hope so".