A/N: Harry Potter, in all his dashing sexiness, is, alas, not mine. Damn you JKR. :)

Here is my warning for anyone underage that, although rather tame in my opinion, this does refer to adult themes. So read at your own risk, I want no complaints later that you were ill-informed as to the nature of this story. Got it? Great. :D

Can I come over?

Harry put down his phone and ran his fingers through his hair haphazardly. He recognized her number of course. He always did.

Refusals ran through his mind as he began straightening up his flat, knowing his better judgment would lose the argument in the end. He had fought it too many times now to not know.

A battle between his mind, his heart and his body; his heart always bearing the deciding vote. And his aching, bleeding heart couldn't win this war when it was fighting for both sides. He longed for her as much as it hurt him to see her leave.

The morning would be hell, but each time, those nights with her, he could pretend they were real. As real to her as they were to him.

He opens the door and without preamble she starts backing him into the nearest wall, a huntress stalking her prey, a seductive smirk on her lips. He groans as he can feel his walls crumbling, her small hands frantically finding their way under his shirt. He reaches his breaking point and pulls her into him, fingers tangling their way through the fiery red waves that frame her small features. He couldn't have stayed away had he tried.

His reaches his hand under her chin, confidently tilting her face upwards, but she's already there, meeting his mouth with just as much passion and fire. She smells faintly of flowers and wine. Just like she always did.

"Ginny" he murmured into her lips, smiling softly, letting the feeling of her take over his rational mind.

"Shh.." was her only softly whispered response as she began peeling back layers of his clothing.

Her skin practically glowed in the moonlight as he ran strong hands down the familiar curves, caressing every inch of her small frame.

They fell onto his bed, fulfilling a dance they knew too well. In the aftermath of pure bliss, Harry rolled onto his back, eyes closed, ignoring the gnawing on his heart.

Her body ghosted over him again, her lips softly skimming over his as she whispered,

"I can't stay."

Harry didn't even open his eyes to watch her gather her things and leave. It was so much easier to pretend she was still there, lying beside him. Easier to pretend that the sheets next to him weren't growing colder every second since she had left.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair in a frustrated way as he hesitated before he knocked. What the hell was he doing to himself? He knocked anyway. He always did.

She greeted him in nothing more than black lace and dragged him backwards into her flat, a hand grasping at his partially unbuttoned shirt, lips fastened to his. After mere moments, he could no longer control himself and she was up on the counter next to a partially empty wine glass, legs wrapped around his waist, as their mouths moved hot and frenzied against the other. Her lips tasted of the sweet Moscato she preferred. She only kissed him when she was drunk.

He put the thought out of his mind as her deft fingers explored his body in a way experience alone could bring. Quickly he was just as ill-clothed as she and they found their way to her bedroom, her legs still wrapped around his waist, never pausing, even as they fell onto the soft mattress that was much too big for just her.

Afterwards, as he re-buttoned his shirt, black hair falling into his eyes, he didn't miss the look she gave him, her knees tucked under her chin as she covered herself with the thick duvet. The look that clearly said "Alright, you can leave now".

He cocked his head sideways at her, slight indignation and disbelief on his face, although he was not entirely surprised. She gave him a little shrug and clicked off the lamp before he could even turn on his heel and leave.

It had never felt more wrong or empty than when he walked out of her dark flat. Resting his head on the wall next to her door he wondered briefly what he was doing, before making his way back home, alone.

The bar was loud and noisy. As were his companions. Ron and Seamus had already lost to him in pool thus far, and it looked as if Dean were about to try his luck as well. Harry couldn't focus. The fuzziness alcohol provided him only brought thoughts of her further to the forefront of his mind. He almost felt bad for the brunette that had been eyeing him up all night.

She had no way of knowing that he was into redheads. Redheads who were the younger sister of his best friend; who was still clueless. She had no way of knowing he had unwillingly given his heart away some time ago now. She couldn't know this because no one did. So, really, it wasn't her fault, but it was easier to ignore her like she was the one to blame for his heartache. It wasn't fair, but life rarely was.

Another day another text. That's all it took for him to ditch his guys night out. Ron gave him a strange look like he knew. But Harry knew that he couldn't possibly know, or he wouldn't just let him leave, wouldn't let him go do that with his little sister.

She had that look of utter bliss and heartache on her face that she always did when she came.

"I love you" she murmured, soft but clear, into his damp skin.

He tensed above her, his body reeling from the physical pain of hearing her say those words, when he knew she didn't mean them. Not to him anyway.

"Don't say that." He muttered, the words biting harsher than he'd meant them to. She had no idea how those three little words gave his heart treacherous hope. How much it would hurt later when she was gone.

She avoided his gaze as she picked up stray articles of clothing, "Hey it doesn't matter right? Just heat of the moment you know?"

It mattered to him.

She left in a hurry.

He didn't know how much more of this he could take as he stared around his empty flat. Her scarf still hung over the back of his couch where she had forgotten it.

Weeeellll there it is. Kind of different. Inspired by the song 'Alone with you' by Jake Owen which I advise checking out the video because he is just plain sexy, which in my book is reason enough, and I suppose also because it's what I based the story after. I just liked that for once it's the girl using the guy; although I suppose perhaps 'like' isn't the right word. Poor Harry.

I am contemplating writing another chapter and making this a two-shot, either from Ginny's point of view or Harry's point of view but with some actual closure. But I won't bother littering fanfic if this was awful lol so let me know what you think.

Thanks!