"Thanks for coming with me, Ginny. You know I hate coming to these things alone," sighed Hermione, looking around. It was the Department of Magical Law Enforcement's annual Christmas party, and it was a mix of aurors, lawyers and other ministry workers.
"You know Ron would have come with you," said Ginny, trying to signal for a drink from the waiter circulating with a tray of drinks. She sighed when he turned in the opposite direction. "Although I'm going stir crazy without Quidditch, and its only been a week." The Harpies were currently on their Christmas break.
"That's why this party is perfect for you, and for your information, I did ask Ronald, but he said he was busy," said Hermione, looking around uncomfortably. She was hoping to spot some of her fellow lawyers; although she worked with the aurors, she wouldn't exactly call them friends.
"Did you tell him there would be food here," said Ginny dryly, eyeing the huge table, almost groaning with the abundance of food.
"Oh, good, there's Ryan, come on, he's the one I wanted you to meet," urged Hermione, grabbing Ginny's hand and dragging her along.
Ginny went half heartedly. "Hermione, I've told you over and over, I'm not looking for a relationship. I'm much too busy and focused on my career to worry about a boyfriend. Now, if we're talking about a quickie, then that's something else," she teased.
"Ginny!" blushed Hermione, as a couple of Ministry workers heard Ginny and chuckled, eyeing the attractive red head and winking.
Hermione dragged her best friend over to a group of her co-workers and made the introductions. Ginny smiled politely but soon became bored as they all started their lawyer talk. She looked around, catching the eye of an attractive dark haired man who smiled at her. She smiled back, then kept looking around for the waiter with the drinks. As she turned her head to look back at Hermione, she caught the eye of the man again. He was still staring at her, and still smiling.
It was something Ginny had found hard to deal with when she started her Quidditch career; total strangers who knew about her. She chanced another look at him, and yep, he was still staring and grinning madly. This time she ignored him, and turned back to Hermione. "I'm heading for the bar," she told her friend.
She tossed back a couple of drinks, and grabbed a couple of canapés. She introduced herself to a couple of people when they enquired who she was, and was drawn into a conversation about England's chances at the next World Cup. As this was a topic close to her heart, she threw herself into the conversation, and the drink had loosened her inhibitions enough that she was flirtatious and funny. The waiter soon knew it was worth it to stay close with the drink tray, even if it was just for one of those blinding smiles.
Finally, the drinks caught up with Ginny. "'Scuse me, I need to go to the little witches room," she said cutely, and they chuckled and let her go. She was glad there wasn't the usual queue, and once she was done, she washed her hands and combed her hair with her fingers. Satisfied she still looked decent, she went back out to the party.
"Ginny, there you are, I've been looking for you everywhere," said Hermione, in exasperation.
"I just went to the loo, otherwise I've been right here all night," said Ginny, accepting a drink from the waiter that seemed to have materialised from nowhere. "You're a life saver, Pete. She skolled it down and took another, leaving the empty glass on the tray. "You're my favourite person here tonight."
"Hey!" complained Hermione.
"I meant besides you," said Ginny, waving away her protests. She winked at Pete, and he chuckled and walked away. "Are you finished lawyering? Can we go?"
"I'm sorry, were you bored? You were bored, weren't you," said Hermione in a rush.
"No, it's fine, I found some nice people to talk to," said Ginny, gesturing to the group she was just talking to.
Hermione nearly spat up her drink. "Merlin, that's my boss. Oh Ginny, you didn't do or say anything silly, did you?" she asked.
Ginny looked annoyed. "No, I didn't. We were talking about Quidditch, actually."
"Oh. Right, sorry," she said, looking around. She stiffened. "Don't look now, but I think someone's coming over to talk to you."
They both looked over to find the man from earlier edging his way over to them, smiling eagerly as he got closer. "How do you know he's not keen on you?" asked Ginny.
Hermione smiled as he pretended to inspect the food on the table, as a way to move closer. "We've worked together a couple of times, and he's never given any indication he's interested in me," she said.
"Well, what's his name?" asked Ginny, checking him out. He was cute, and had a butt to die for. She felt a bit twitchy in her knickers, and knew she was turned on.
"Harry. Harry Potter," said Hermione. "He's an Auror, about my age I think. Nice guy," she said.
"I don't want a nice guy, Hermione, I want a naughty one," winked Ginny.
"Ginny, behave," hissed Hermione. There was now only a couple of people separating Harry from them now. "Remember, I have to work with this guy in the future. Harry, hi!" she gushed, as he made his move.
"Hello, Hermione, nice to see you," said Harry. His gaze immediately swung to Ginny. "Hello," he said. His green eyes burned into her.
"Harry, Ginny. Ginny, Harry," introduced Hermione. "Enjoy!" She wandered away.
"Ginny," breathed Harry, closing his eyes. He snapped them open. "Is it short for anything?" he asked.
"Um, yeah, Ginevra," said Ginny.
"Ginevra," he repeated slowly. "Beautiful. The name and the woman." He beamed.
"Oh wow, that's good," she said, in admiration. "So Harry, you're an Auror? What's that like?"
"Oh," he said, waving his hand in disregard. "Let's not talk about work. Let's talk about us. I could see from over there you were beautiful but up close – wow," he said, looking her up and down. "I saw you looking at me, too," he told her confidently.
Pete walked past, and she snagged a glass off him. Harry took a glass, then glared at Pete, who hurried away. They clicked their glasses together. "To us, and our first meeting." They skolled their drinks. "Firewhiskey!" gasped Harry, his eyes watering in surprise.
"Right, do you have an office," said Ginny, deciding to be bold.
"Uh, yeah, just down the hall," said Harry, gesturing.
"I'd love to see it," she said, and his eyes lit up. He grabbed her hand and led her away.
They escaped the party and went down the hall. "Wait," said Ginny, and she pressed him up against the wall, and kissed him. Although surprised at first, Harry kissed her back hungrily.
"Wow," said Ginny, breathing hard as they pulled away from each other.
"My...office...now," said Harry, breathlessly. He put his arm around her waist and hurried her along.
They burst into the office, and immediately grabbed for each other. Mouths clashed as hungry hands desperately tried to get clothes off, eager to touch bare skin. "Here," said Harry urgently, picking her up and sitting her on the edge of his desk. He ripped off his shirt and undid his pants, before coming back to Ginny, seeking her mouth.
Ginny salivated at the sight of his chest and brought her shirt over her head. She thought she heard a tear, but she couldn't care less. Harry's mouth was a dream and she cupped his cheeks in her hands as his tongue probed her mouth.
His hands tried to get to the catch on her bra and he fumbled. "It's in the front," she said, nipping at his ear.
"Brilliant," he said, his hands coming around to open her bra. Her hands were getting busy in his pants, and he groaned as he leaned down to take one of her nipples into his mouth.
"Merlin," he gasped, as she cupped his balls and squeezed. He bought her closer to the edge of the desk and wiggled till his pants fell down. Ginny giggled as he moved into position between her legs. He stopped her giggles with his mouth. "Merlin, oh, Ginny," he said, thrusting into her.
Ginny threw her head back and groaned. He leaned down to lick her throat, thrusting in and out. She put one hand on his shoulder so she could meet his thrusts with some of her own.
Harry fastened the pace, stifling her groans with his mouth. "Gorgeous," he muttered.
Ginny ached to get even closer to him, so she moved to the very edge of the desk, her hands dying to cop a feel of his butt. Both were close to their peaks, but neither wanted it to end.
Her hands found their destination and squeezed. "I...want to...bite... your butt," she breathed in time with his thrusts.
"Anytime," he moaned. "Merlin, I – I," he tried to speak, but couldn't.
"Come, Harry," she said, and her orgasm quickly followed his.
His movements slowed, and finally stopped. He didn't withdraw immediately, but stood between her legs, breathing hard against her shoulder.
Ginny didn't mind, and she turned her face to his neck and licked. She tasted the saltiness of his body, and without meaning to, clenched her inner parts. Harry groaned in delight.
"I knew we'd be so good together, but that was-wow!" he said. Reluctantly, he withdrew from her and helped her sit more comfortably.
"I guess we should get back out there," said Ginny, re-fastening her bra and looking around for her shirt.
"Yeah, I suppose so." Harry tucked himself back into his pants. He stepped away to grab his shirt and handed hers back to her. They quickly dressed and prepared to leave, although he stopped to kiss her again.
"Go out with me tomorrow night," he said, not actually asking. "I want you to meet my family."
"What?" asked Ginny, surprised. Family?
Harry nodded. "I'll call my sisters, have them come to my parent's home. They're both married, and -"
"Woah, woah, Harry, slow down. Look, you're a really nice guy, and this was, mmm, so good, but I'm not looking for a relationship or anything," she said.
Harry smiled knowingly and took her in his arms. "You don't go looking for relationships, they usually find you," he said, kissing her softly.
Ginny wanted to melt; his tongue was wicked, but her head overruled her libido. "I'm sorry," she said, turning her head to the side to give him access to her neck. "I just – oh Merlin,yes! – don't think this is going to work out."
A door opened at the end of the hall, and they both stopped to look up. "Ginny, are you out here?"
"Ssh," whispered Harry, before covering her mouth with his own.
Ginny dragged her mouth away, and they were both breathing heavily, foreheads touching and noses nuzzling. "I'm sorry," she repeated, and with all her strength, she pushed away from him and hurried down the hall. "Hermione, I'm here," she called.
"What are you doing out here, these are the Auror offices," hissed Hermione. "Anyway, the party's winding down. Are you ready to go?"
"Yes, I'm ready," said Ginny, hurrying past her.
"Hey, guess what. Pete, the waiter? Asked me to give you his address, asked you to owl him anytime," grinned Hermione.
"Thanks, " said Ginny, taking the parchment and shoving it in the purse Hermione handed her. She'd toss it in the fire as soon as she got to her flat.
"Hey, is your shirt ripped? It is, there's buttons missing and the sleeve is ripped near the seam," gasped Hermione, picking at it as they walked to the Apparition points.
"It's fine, Hermione," said Ginny, brushing off her concerns.
"No, it's not, it's mine. Remember, you borrowed it after Flooing over to tell me you had nothing to wear," groused Hermione.
"I'm sorry, I'll buy you another," said Ginny.
"But how did it happen?" asked Hermione, puzzled. "Did you fall? Catch it on something?"
Ginny closed her eyes as the memory of Harry's body pounding into hers came to the front of her eyes. It was all she could do not to turn around, find him and drag him back to his office. "Please, Hermione, I just want to go home," she said weakly.
"You fell, didn't you. Oh Merlin, are you drunk? Please tell me you didn't do anything embarassing," gasped Hermione.
'I did Harry, does that count?' Ginny almost laughed out loud at the thought.
Hermione watched her anxiously, and hooked her arm through Ginny's. "Let's get you home and into bed. Come on, we'll take the lifts to the next floor, the Apparition point queues here are a mile long, with everyone trying to leave."
Ginny was happy to have Hermione lead her to the lifts, and one came straight away. As they walked in and turned around, Ginny saw Harry leaning against the wall, watching her and Hermione make their escape.
Ginny bit her lip and looked down, before she did something really stupid, like run back to him and leap into his arms. He smiled, as if he knew what she was thinking about, and when she looked back up at him, he smiled and nodded, just as the doors shut.
"Ginny Weasley, tell me you did not do, do...something with Harry Potter," hissed Hermione, seeing the interaction between the two.
"Oh Hermione," sighed Ginny, leaning weakly against the wall. "I did many, many things with Harry Potter."
Both Hermione and the witch driving the lift looked at her in wonder.
Ginny eyed them both defiantly. "What?"
Hermione turned to the witch, her hands on hips. "Yes, what?"
"Nothing. I heard nothing," muttered the witch. And she had thought it would be a quiet shift, this time of night!
"Oh, Ginny," sighed Hermione.
"Yep, that's what he said," said Ginny, and the two witches looked at each other and laughed.
"Here we are, seventh floor, entrance and exit. Have a pleasant evening," said the witch. Under her breath, as Hermione walked past, she muttered, "That man has got one fine arse, if I do say so myself."
As Ginny walked past, she confided quietly, "It's even better to touch." The witch held her hand up to high five Ginny. "Night!" called Ginny.
The witch watched them both leave the Ministry. "Hot damn," she grinned.