A/N: So the plan is for this to be a 3-shot with a running gag (that will soon become clear) between Harry and Ginny. Its a little silly, but I hope you all will enjoy. Based on a prompt!

Ginny's fingers scratched subtle shapes on Harry's back through the scratchy fabric of his dress uniform as she fought the urge to snuggle into his arm. Harry lifted his nearly emptied glass of firewhisky to his lips, ice cubes clinking together as he nodded at the ministry official whose name she'd failed to remember.

It wasn't deliberate rudeness, simply the result of meeting an endless stream of witches and wizards attending the latest in a recent string of social "mixers" thrown by various ministry departments in an effort to create community between wizard and muggle governments. Events that had mandatory attendance for all employees barring hospitalization or death…a bar Harry had attempted to get Ginny to help him meet by bat bogeying him into the next century.

Despite her confidence that hexing Harry senseless was not the best way to celebrate their recent nuptials, she felt guilty for refusing, and volunteered to attend with him whenever possible; a promise that was made worse after a two week separation dictated by her away games with the Harpies.

As the man, Dan apparently, moved away to mingle with more colleagues, Harry lead out a low, wheeze of a groan, eyes darting around as he leaned toward Ginny's ear to murmur, "Bet you're wishing you'd just incapacitated me like I asked."

He pulled back, offering a casual nod to some faceless person across the room as he shepherded Ginny over to the bar for another pair of firewhiskys. Leaning against the temporary bar, the folds of her deep blue cocktail dress floating around her calves, Ginny stirred her drink with the slim red straw, "Right, because nobody, including Kingsley and Robards, would have caught on that you just so happened to become deathly ill every time one of these things sprung up."

"We could've done every other time."

Ginny scoffed, rolling her eyes before nudging Harry and subtly gesturing to a couple making their way toward the soon to be Potters with a gleam in their eyes that promised at least a half an hour before faking a loo emergency might get them a temporary reprieve, maybe…Harry had been followed into the loo last time. They'd seen this type before, and the only way to escape was to never start the conversation in the first place.

Clenching his jaw, Harry tugged Ginny's half empty glass from her hand, placing it alongside his on the waxy dark wood bar next to a handful of muggle money. Without discussion, he slid his hand into hers and tugged her around the outskirts of the crowd, eventually weaving and bobbing through the clusters of chatter and toward the exit, Ginny's heels clacking loudly as the floor shifted from tightly woven green and beige carpet to the smooth white and black speckled marble that covered the common areas of the swanky hotel hosting this month's event.

"Smooth moves there Potter. I like it. It's like dark Harry."

Harry shushed her, as they neared the lifts, receiving a mutinous but silent glare in response, "We've got a very small window of opportunity Weasley." Pushing the button lift button repeatedly, Harry sighed, "And it's not dark Harry its Auror Harry."

"Sure. And that's Potter to you."

"Don't be like that or I'll keep you out of the lift and scream as the doors close to draw the attention of every boring bureaucrat in this building comes running," Harry threatened, pointing his finger in her face menacingly.

Ginny stepped into the lift as the doors opened, tilting her head to invite him to join her, "Does that count as loving, honoring or cherishing me? I can't decide." Shooting a quick look down the still abandoned corridor, silent but for the low din of co-workers partaking in chitchat and hors d'oeuvres mixed with non-descript instrumental ballads and the rumble of thunder from outside, Harry darted inside, his wife pressing the 'door close' button repeatedly.

Once they were safely cocooned behind the copper doors, Harry dropped back against the corner of the lift, handrails pinching his back as he tugged Ginny toward him, tucking his head over her shoulder as he brushed aside tendrils that escape from her upswept hair.

The couple stayed in comfortable silence, fingers entwined over Ginny's middle, wedding bands glinting in the dim light as the lift descended toward street level, where they would apparate back to their flat to spend an evening reacquainting themselves after their forced separation.

Suddenly, the lift jolted, Harry gripping Ginny's waist to keep her from tumbling forward as the car finally stopped moving completely and the lights flickered, but thankfully remained on. Harry's head dropped back against the cherry wood wall with a thud, as he moaned, "Is it so much to ask that I get to spend the night with my wife."

Ginny twisted around in his arms, forehead pressed to his chest, "Technically you are still spending the night with me. Although we can't exactly sha-"

Harry slipped one hand over her mouth, eyeing the corners of the lift suspiciously, "I'm not entirely positive these things aren't monitored."

"I think muggles know that word too Harry."

Dipping his head to concede the point, Harry's fingers ran up and down her bare back exposed by the deep scoop of her robes, "Can we sit? My feet ache."

"Of course, little baby," Ginny scoffed playfully, hitching her skirt up and plopping on the floor with a shocking level of grace, legs extended and crossed at the ankles.

Harry sighed as his eyes took in the sight of her slim, toned legs and slid down next to her, still slightly gangly limbs awkward in the tight space, "So. What do we do in here?"

"Well we could start by alerting someone that we're stuck."

Nodding, he leaned over toward the collection of buttons that littered the wall next to the automatic doors, cautiously pressing a red one labeled with a bell, which disappointingly did not produce the sound he expected was intended.

The lights flickered again as Harry was settling back down, "I guess alerting someone is out of the range of possibility."

Ginny snuggled into his side, lifting his arm so it wrapped around her shoulders, "Well at least if the lights go out, we can do whatever we want in here and no one can see."

Harry flicked her nose but pulled her closer, "How about something more…I spy."

"I think you're just making things up because I'm your old hag of a wife now," Ginny sniffed, turning her head away dramatically.

"If you only knew the dirty, dirty thoughts I was having when you-"

Cutting him off with a finger to his lips, Ginny leaned close, breath fanning across his cheek as she murmured, "If you really want to keep this child friendly, I suggest you not continue that sentence."

With a squeak he would later deny, Harry ground out, "I spy with my little eye something black."

And so the game began, and continued for just over a quarter of an hour before the young Mrs Potter growled, "There are only four colors in here."

"What about us then?" Harry tried, sounding unconvinced himself.

"Ok, so ten," Ginny allowed, tugging pins from her hair haphazardly.

"Fine."

"Fine."

"We'll just sit in silence," Harry resolved loftily, sliding his fingers through her hair for purely helpful reasons with absolutely no copious sniffing.

Moaning as she pulled a particularly large pin from her hair, scratching at the sore spot Ginny asked, "Since when are our only options 'I spy' or complete silence. Have we run out of things to say?"

Harry lifted her to sit between his legs, absentmindedly massaging her tense shoulders pressing his lips to the crown of her head, "I've never been good under pressure."

Ginny scoffed tucking her handful of pins into her purse carelessly, "I believe a currently un-oppressed wizarding world would beg to differ."

Bending his knees up to frame her hips, Harry reached forward to loosen the laces on his meticulously polished dress shoes, "I meant in social situations."

"Oh. Well that's true," Ginny allowed easily, crunching on a dinner mint she'd found at the bottom of her bag. When was this from? Before the wedding? We didn't go anywhere fancy while we were…bloody hell I am going to die from a mint.

"You're supposed to argue with me," Harry grumbled, pulling the crinkly red paper from her fidgeting fingers, "And the mint was from that charity event with the Harpies so you're not going to die in an elevator from mint poisoning."

Twisting around, Ginny stuck her tongue out, and deciding she didn't want to know how he knew what she was thinking, she let that subject drop in favor of the former, "You want me to lie?"

"I hate you."

"Such lovely sweet nothings you whisper," Ginny drawled, as she offered him a months old piece of Droobles, which he eyed dubiously but accepted nonetheless.

Harry chewed thoughtfully, jaw working the stale gum with some effort, "I can do sweet nothings."

Ginny barked out a laugh, "No. You can't."

"Uh, I think you'll find I can," Harry asserted, legs sliding back out, his charcoal pants rucking up slightly around his ankles and exposing snitch patterned socks in the process.

"Well as one of your two romantic conquests I beg to differ. Shall we call the other?"

Harry huffed out a laugh, "I thought you didn't want to discuss 'the Cho years'."

Ginny tilted her head back and delivered a sweltering glare. Thoroughly intimidated, Harry laid a quick kiss on the tip of her freckled nose, "Don't worry dear, my love for you burns like a dying phoenix."

"Are you trying to prove my point?" Ginny snickered, pressing her lips to his before snuggling back down.

"Your smile, dearest Ginevra, is like expelliarmus. Simple but disarming."

Pulling her knees up, Ginny let her head drop forward and groaned, voice muffled by the silken fabric of her dress, "How did you land me?"

Harry pushed her hair over one shoulder and pressed affectionate kisses down the nape of her neck, "I have three words for you: fresh, pickled, toad."

The sharp spark of competition shot through Ginny's eyes as she extricated herself from her husband's embrace, disregarding his grunt of disapproval, and sat across from him, staring deeply into his eyes, "Is that a wand in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?"

"You've used that one before."

"It's a classic," Ginny defended, rummaging through her purse once again as the lights dimmed even more, a faint yellow glow remaining.

Harry accepted the proffered chocolate frog, raising a questioning eyebrow but otherwise letting the issue drop as he bit in to the melty sweet, "I must be a snowflake, because I'm falling for you."

Ginny's face scrunched in distaste as she crunched the after dinner mint between pearly teeth that shone dim emergency lights of the lift, "Did you survive an Avada Kedavra? Because you're drop dead gorgeous."

Smirking, Harry leaned forward, hands planted on the slick tile floor framing her hips, "Clever one, Weasley-"

"Potter," Ginny corrected with a quirked brow.

Slowly, he began placing breathy kisses along her jawline, "Your lips," he nuzzled her cheek, "look so," a kiss to her temple, "lonely," Ginny sighed as he dragged his mouth back to hers, "Would they like to meet-"

Ginny's hands speared through his perpetually messy locks, tugging his mouth to hers as they awkwardly slumped back against the wall, lips remaining locked together.

Chest heaving, face stained with Ginny's lipstick, and tie haphazardly yanked loose, Harry pulled away just barely, "I win right? This means I w-"

With a growl and a flirty smirk she moved to yank him back toward her by his tie, until the grin he intended to be sultry dropped from his face as he shifted to sit next to her, "Did you hear that?"

Before she could answer, the doors slid apart, revealing a slip of light and a distressed trio of faces, that seemed to include a stress mussed hotel manager, a woman from maintenance, and Dan, from the ministry, "I told you. They got lost. Harry and I are too close for him to leave without saying goodbye."

The woman, Hilda if Harry could trust her name tag, raised her brows in disbelief as Dan went on bemoaning the dangers of relying on electricity and the need to save his 'best friend Harry' from certain death.

Chivalrously, Harry boosted Ginny through the gap, accepting the hands up offered from Hilda and the manager as he followed. After expressing their gratitude and learning the entire building had lost power from the storm, the couple begged off returning to the party citing tiredness from 'emotional upheaval.' Once they were outside and well away from Dan's overbearing concern, Ginny let her hand drop from its dramatic perch on her forehead, leaning into Harry's arm comfortably, "I actually am a little knackered."

Harry's hand came up to brush against hers as he pulled her into the designated apparition area, "I told you, next time just rough me up a little. Much easier."

"Or I could just not come," Ginny retorted, both of them knowing full well how hollow that threat truly was.

"Sorry, 'til death do us part," Harry laughed, pulling her fully into his arms as he whisked them away to a silent, empty flat. Where we can continue our escapades from the lift…

Ginny slipped her arms around his neck, lips meeting his in a blistering, if short, kiss, "So I just have to take you out and I'm free?"

"If it gets me out of these mixers I'll let you do whatever you want dear."

Discarding her strappy heels, eyes never leaving his, Ginny rose on her toes and breathed into his ear, "Anything?"