Ginny looked around her flat. It was a beautiful place, with plush carpets and gorgeous wallpapers. The kitchen was white and black, all modern, and the bathroom was white and turquoise. In her bedroom, there were six cupboards across one wall, where Ginny was going to put her clothes. She had no couch or bed, not even a mattress. She'd moved out of her parents' house as quickly as possible and this had been the only flat available so soon, at a lot more than what Ginny had been hoping for, but it was better than living at home and it was beautiful. The problem was, however, that she had no money for furniture. She'd have to wait until her pay cheque came in.

She groaned, looking around. There was nothing in the fridge or in any of the cupboards and, being a Weasley, she was starving. She shook herself. She'd go shopping tomorrow. It was too late now. Ginny decided to start putting away her clothes and toiletries.

The wardrobes were massive and most of them were unnecessary, for Ginny at least. She'd never had many clothes and, at Auror college, she'd not had the money to buy many more, having only had a crappy bartender job. In fact, Ginny was desperate for new clothes. They were basically all from when she was fifteen and they were tatty, too small and out of fashion.

She used her wand to hang up all of the clothes and then to put away her shoes and underwear. She put all of her makeup and hair products away in the bathroom and sighed. She had a piles of things everywhere. Ginny groaned again. She needed furniture.

Remembering the communal lounge on the ground floor (Ginny was on the first floor), Ginny thought that she'd go and check it out. She thought she'd seen a TV in there.

A few minutes later, Ginny was collapsed on a sofa, alone, watching Coronation Street. The room was very nice, like the flat, with comfortable sofas, a TV, a few vending machines and even a table football table. Ginny lay on the sofa, with a bag of crisps from the vending machine, uninterrupted, until just past eleven o clock, when somebody entered the room.

Ginny looked up as he sat down on the sofa to her right. "Hello," she said with a smile. He looked surprised to see her. Ginny's mouth went dry. He might have been the most attractive person she had ever met.

"Hi," he replied. "I don't think I've seen you before," he stated. Ginny shook her head.

"I moved in today," she told him, sitting up. "I don't have a TV or anything, so I thought I'd come down here and use this one. That's okay isn't it?" she checked.

He nodded. "Yeah, that's what the room's for. It's a good telly, too," he informed her.

Ginny agreed. "Did you come down to watch something?" she asked. "I can turn it over." She'd been watching a comedy programme that wasn't very funny, but it was better than nothing.

"Erm," he said, scratching his head, "there's a programme that starts at 11:13, but it really doesn't matter," he told her, smiling. Ginny smiled back at his lopsided smile. He was gorgeous, she admitted to herself.

Recognising the time, Ginny chuckled and picked up the remote, pressing the strange combination of 624477678 to get to the channel MagiSport. The man's eyes widened and Ginny waved her wand at him to indicate that she was a witch. He snorted, rolled his eyes at the coincidence and moved onto her sofa. Ginny breathed in his scent. His aftershave was earthy and manly.

The programme was introducing the Quidditch match between the Appleby Arrows and Puddlemere United. The channel hadn't existed for long. A team of wizards had suggested it and had talked to television companies about it and the three channels had come about, all with long crazy channel numbers: MagiSport, MagiNews at 62446397 and MagiEntertainment at 62443682466368.

"Who do you support?" he asked her, leaning forward and watching as the team sheet for Puddlemere was shown. "Why's Juniper not out?" he demanded of the TV.

"He's injured, in training this morning" Ginny informed him. "And I support the Harpies," she told him. He scoffed.

"Of course you do," he said derisively.

"They're a good team," she protested. "Why? Who do you support?" she demanded.

"Puddlemere," he told her. "Since I was eleven, not since they started winning the league," he said, as if reading her mind. Ginny huffed.

"What did you think of the Harpies-Portree game last night?" he asked her and Ginny winced. "The Harpies were pathetic. Did you watch it?" he checked.

Ginny shook her head. "I've been living with my parents and we don't have a tele, so I listened to it on the WWN. I turned it off after Portree scored their thirty-fifth goal. We're normally better than that," Ginny said sadly.

"Against the Cannons maybe," he scoffed as the fourteen Quidditch players and the referee rose into the air. "I didn't catch your name," he said, turning to her.

"Ginny," she told him with a smile.

"Nice to meet you. I'm Harry," he told her, returning the smile and turning his eyes back to the screen. Ginny almost moaned at the sight of his jaw. It looked like it had been carved from wood.

"Ooh, good catch," Ginny said when one of the chasers swerved up to catch the quaffle.

"She's the best chaser in the league at the moment," Harry told Ginny and Ginny shook her head.

"Come on, what about Rachel Humphries?" Ginny protested.

Harry hmmed that one over. "That appearance against Portree was awful," he said. Ginny rolled her eyes.

"She's allowed a bad day," she defended.

"There's a bad day and then there's a bad day," Harry said with a laugh.

Ginny leaned back against the sofa and watched as the Arrows' beaters tried to take out Puddlemere's seeker. "You play?" Ginny asked.

Harry nodded. "Sunday league with work. I'm the seeker. We're top of the league," he informed her. "What about you?"

"I used to. I was captain of Gryffindor at Hogwarts and I tried out for the Harpies, but I decided against it when they offered me a place," she said.

Harry blew out of his mouth. "You must be good," he said, laughing. "You should think of joining a weekend league," he suggested. Ginny nodded.

"I'll think about it," she said, sharing a smile with him again. They sat in a comfortable silence, every so often shouting something at the TV.

"Did you see that new show on Magitainment?" Harry asked, using the more comfortable name for the channel. "What was it called? Hogwarts Drama or something?" he asked and Ginny nodded, laughing with him.

"My friends and I watched it at one of their flats. It was so funny. A forbidden romance between a Gryffindor and a Slytherin," Ginny mocked. "Did you see the actress they got to play Professor McGonagall?" Ginny laughed, snorting accidentally. She gasped, covering her mouth and Harry laughed at her.

"Are you gonna watch the next episode?" Harry asked her and Ginny nodded.

"Of course! I have to find out what happens between Cassandra and Dylan," she said and they both dissolved into laughter again, remembering the corny writing and bad acting.

"You know, they're talking about making a MagiFilm channel," Harry told her.

"They need to learn to make good films first then," Ginny said, rolling her eyes. "Did you watch that one about the vampire community? It was basically just porn," she disparaged. Harry nodded.

"Yeah, that was awful," he said dispassionately. Ginny gave him a dirty look.

"Just because there were loads of tits, it doesn't make it a good film," Ginny informed him.

"If you say so," he told her with a wink. They turned to the screen as a loud cheer emanated from it. "And that's thirty points to Puddlemere," Harry said.

"What?" Ginny exclaimed, seeing the score at 30-0. "When did that happen?"

"When you were admiring my ruggedly handsome good looks," Harry teased.

"I can't believe you noticed that, with the way your eyes were focused on my tits," Ginny returned. Harry's eyes dropped again, as they had been doing so often in the last fifteen minutes or so. Ginny raised her eyebrows and Harry smiled sheepishly.

It was fifteen minutes later that Puddlemere were 110-40 and Harry and Ginny were snogging fiercely, ignoring whatever was going on on the screen. Harry was busying himself with her neck, biting down and listening to her moans and groans. Ginny began to undo Harry's shirt buttons, feeling the muscles underneath. She peeled his top off and he moved to start undoing hers while she caressed his chest.

"Taking too long," Ginny complained, moving away and pulling her own top off. Harry smirked and pulled her back towards him. "Sorry about the bra," she muttered, mortified by the patched over bra. Harry shook his head.

"Don't be silly," he reassured her, unhooking it with one hand, probably with the aid of magic. Then, he cupped her breasts and Ginny moaned at the sensation. He moved his mouth onto her nipple and Ginny cried out as he nibbled down slightly. "Uh, uh," she groaned, moving forwards.

Harry pulled away and brought her mouth to his again, as the Arrows scored. Harry could not have given less of a damn at that moment, as Ginny began to work at his belt. She moved slightly away, so that she could yank down his jeans and then his boxers. "Ah, fuck, get your pants off," Harry ordered, his cock long and hard.

"Fuck," Ginny cried as Harry's fingers brushed against her clit in the effort to take off her pants. Soon, she was as naked as he was and he had fingers inside her. Ginny couldn't concentrate on anything, as he shoved her back against the pillows and properly began to finger her, brushing against her walls. Ginny groaned when he began to suck on her clit, his tongue caressing her. "Fuck, you're good at that," Ginny moaned, humping his face and fingers.

"Harry, Harry, Harry," she chanted. His tongue moved against her and inside of her. "Harry – I'm – I'm," and with that she climaxed, lifting her hips and bucking them over and over. She collapsed back against the sofa, breathing heavily. She pulled Harry down to kiss him, tasting herself on his lips. "Inside," she demanded and Harry quickly complied.

He thrust into her again and again. "You're incredible," he informed her, kissing her jaw. Ginny nodded, mouth wide open. She bucked her hips in time with his.

"Best I've ever fucking had," she declared, squeezing as tightly as she could.

"Ditto," he replied, groaning.

"Harry, I'm gonna," and she did, again, clenching down around him and spasming. "Oh, fuck, Harry, more," she cried out, putting her hands on his tight arse and shoving him deeper inside her. "Harder," she begged and Harry acquiesced.

"So good, Ginny," he groaned. "Ginny, I'm there," he told her, squeezing her breasts.

"One second," Ginny cried, unable to believe that she was going to orgasm for a third time. Harry moved his fingers to her clit and rubbed hard. "I – I – come with me, Harry!" she screamed. And he did, groaning loudly. They finished and collapsed back, sweating profusely. Harry made to move, but Ginny put her hands on his back to keep him in place. Harry conjured a blanket with his hand and Ginny didn't even notice that he didn't use his wand. He shifted slightly, but never pulled out of her. They lay together quietly, continuing to watch the game.