It all began with a perfectly innocent conversation between two old friends.

"Luna, did you see this?" Hermione flipped up her sunglasses, and leaned forward over her Evening Prophet. "Oh my!"

"Mm?" Luna murmured. She was holding her Quibbler right side up, and had not bothered turning a single page — a fact which Hermione would have noticed, had her attention not been so caught on a tiny mention near the back of her paper.

"The Scamanders claim they're working on a definitive account of what went on with Grindelwald — due to be published once the Statute of Secrets has been lifted—"

"—Daddy says that it's an actual statue—"

Ignoring this, Hermione continued: "I didn't even know the Scamanders were involved in all that!"

"Rolf Scamander made me come five times in less than an hour," Luna said dreamily.

Hermione choked. "Wha?"

It was just like Luna to do this. She never really mentioned the people she was dating, but would often burst out with something sexual. The first time she'd done it, Hermione had learned rather more about Neville Longbottom than she'd expected to; the second time, about Susan Bones. Rolf Scamander was new, if only because Luna's mentioned him before.

"Five times?" Hermione asked cautiously, unable to help herself.

"He did this thing he called the harp... said he was going to play me like one, and he did..." said Luna.

Hermione peered at her. She and Ron had a healthy sex life, but the most she'd ever come in one night was twice. Five times seemed ludicrous, but Hermione was not quickly rising up the ranks in the Ministry for nothing: she was ambitious.

"So what's this harp?" Hermione asked.

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"We gotta talk, mate," Ron grabbed Harry round the shoulders and steered him toward the orchard. This was moments after Harry had arrived. Ginny'd arrived earlier, and after a full day of work, Harry was ready to see his wife. They were still practically newlyweds, after all.

"What's going on?" Harry dug in his heels. Ever since Ron had left the Aurors in order to help George, Harry could never be entirely sure he wasn't about to be pranked.

"Just come with me," Ron insisted. "You won't regret it."

They marched past the house, over the wall, and into the orchard. It was late summer, almost Ginny's birthday, and the fruits were fat on the trees. We ought to come out and pick some, Harry thought inwardly, and maybe snog a little. She could always be talked into snogging.

"Listen, Hermione said Luna said Rolf did this trick called the harp..." Ron launched into an elaborate explanation. Harry listened and nodded, and laughed to himself. Five years ago, when the two couples were still fumbling their way toward sex, it would have been unthinkable to discuss anything of this nature. It had been very odd not to discuss sex with Ron; they'd talked the subject to death at Hogwarts, made sly innuendos, wondered together if all the shit Fred and George told them was real, and even openly and unabashedly mocked each other about wanking. But once it became clear that Harry was going to have sex with Ginny, and Ron with Hermione, the subject closed. Little by little, Harry and Ron grew comfortable enough that...

Harry gaped.

"What the—?"

Ron had magicked several items together to look like two figures going at it in a— Harry tilted his head. It honestly didn't look very comfortable. "This is what you're so excited about? I can't believe Hermione let you do that, looks like it could break her leg."

Ron grabbed his shoulders and shook him. "You don't understand! She suggested it!"

Harry stared at it again, more intrigued. Ginny and Harry had an excellent, passionate sex life that had involved all sorts of experimentation, but some experiments had not been repeated. It looked like a one-time position...

"—so easy to get her to—"

Harry nodded absently, still nodding.

"What in Merlin's name are you two doing?"

Harry and Ron looked around at Bill. Perhaps they both would have been more embarrassed, but Bill'd always had an uncanny knack of catching them off guard. Ron always said it was a big brother thing.

"Bill! Hermione told me Luna told her that this position—"(he jabbed a finger at the literal stick figures, still going at it) "—got her to come five times, and damned if it isn't true! Well, three times, but still! Three times in about thirty minutes!"

Harry snapped to attention at that. Five times? Their record was four... there'd been that day he'd gone down on Ginny and feasted on her until she'd come four times, but that had taken hours. And honestly, Harry'd been quite light headed at the end of the day.

"Oh, so this is a position for witches," Harry said thoughtfully. He bent down to get a closer view. Now he could see that the male stick's hands were busy between the female's legs (he was pretty impressed at Ron's aptitude for this, and wondered just what he and George were cooking up at that joke shop of theirs), and he suddenly understood why witches would love it. Maybe he could even use a strategically placed pillow...

"Oh yeah," said Bill. "This one is a good one. It's one of Fleur's very favorites..."

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"Ginny!" Hermione hissed.

Ginny startled. She'd been watching for her husband, only to see him dragged off into the orchard by Ron, after putting up only a token fuss. "Your husband just dragged off mine! Why?"

"Probably to tell him the same thing I'm going to tell you!" said Hermione. "Well, show you." She held out a cozy looking book with an embroidered cover: Knitting Patterns for Loving Grannies. Ginny looked at it, then Hermione, with a raised eyebrow.

"It all started because of Luna. Luna said Rolf —"

"Wait, is Luna dating Rolf?" Ginny interrupted. It was not like Luna to date anyone for more more than three months at a time — always looking for the next shiny object, Luna was. She'd get distracted and drift away.

"I don't know," said Hermione. "I think they might just be friends who... make each other come a lot, apparently."

Ginny grinned. "So tell me more."

It had always been easy for them to talk like this. They'd never had any long-lasting awkwardness talking about sex; both had needed someone to confide in. Back when both couples had first started getting intimate, the press had still been a bit mad, and the only people Ginny could trust had been either related to her, or Hermione. She chose Hermione. Ron and Harry had had no such ease; had, in fact, been so opposed to talking about sex to each other that it had become a giant erumpent in the room. They'd got over that, thank Merlin, and now they both tended to overshare.

"Here," said Hermione, looking over both shoulders. She prized the knitting book open to reveal full color, moving pictures of couples in the act of love.

Ginny moved a little closer.

"Ah zis book is excellent," said Fleur from behind them.

She was rather dramatically pregnant with her second child. Her belly led the way as she moved around the sofa to sit next to them. "Yes, zis is one of my favorite books."

"Mine too," muttered Hermione. And from her, that was saying quite a lot.

"How come I've never heard of it?" Ginny asked. A page was turned, and her eyes widened.

"The way you and Harry go at it, do you need help in the bedroom?" Hermione asked. Fleur laughed.

"Well, no, but I didn't think either of you did either," Ginny pointed out.

"I like having reference books," said Hermione.

"I like having the pictures to look at, if Bill eez gone curse-breaking," Fleur said complacently.

Hermione nodded. "Good point, you'll have to visit Weasley's Wizard Wheezes soon. Ron and George have been developing a new line of Daydreams that are sexual in nature. Ron let me try one..."

"Okay, but Hermione, weren't you going to show me how Rolf made Luna come five times?" Ginny asked.

"Oh yes!" Hermione flipped the pages toward the end of the book, and finally stopped.

Ginny tilted her head and looked at it, intrigued. She saw the appeal immediately, and her eyes widened. "Oh yes," she breathed. "Oh wow."

"Yes, zis harp is ze best," Fleur said complacently. "Ze leg needs to be adjusted, but zis can be done even while pregnant." She patted her belly.

Ginny took the book out of Hermione's hands and stared at the page, memorizing it. Her knickers dampened. "Oh damn," Ginny said sadly. "And now I have to wait all through dinner."

Just then, Molly came bustling into the room. Ginny slammed the book shut and shoved it under the sofa, and cast a guilty look at Hermione.

"Hi, Mum!" Ginny said brightly.

"Hi, girls," Molly smiled fondly at her daughters. "What are you three talking about?"

"The 'arp," said Fleur.

"We were thinking of getting Victoire lessons," Ginny stabbed Fleur with a glare.

"There was an ad for it in the Prophet," Hermione rushed in.

"What an excellent idea," said Molly.

Ginny and Hermione exchanged a relieved look.

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"Bill and Fleur and Victoire left early," said Arthur.

Molly did not look up from the book she was reading. "Yes, dear," she said. Arthur peered closer: Knitting Patterns for Loving Grannies.

"So did Harry and Ginny," said Arthur. "And Ron and Hermione, come to think of it."

"Newlyweds," Molly waved her hand. "Arthur, come look at this."

Arthur dutifully stood, walked over to his wife, and looked over her shoulder. He choked. A man and a woman writhed together in a most uncommon position... one of Molly's favorites... Arthur plucked the book out of her hand. "Isn't this the harp?" he asked, looking down at her.

"Oh yes," said Molly.

Arthur tossed the book on the sofa, grabbed his wife's hand, and started pulling her toward the bedroom. "Time to revisit an old favorite, eh, Mollywobbles?"

Laughing, she agreed.

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Harry had his head between Ginny's thighs, and was hard at work when Ginny gently tugged at his hair in a way he interpreted as "get up here now". He obeyed and sat back on his heels. Ginny lay spread before him. Legs open, hands on her stomach... her arms were pushing her breasts together in a way that made his throat dry.

"Hermione was telling me about this new position," Ginny was saying, while Harry licked his lips.

"The harp? Ron told me about it," said Harry. He ran his hand up and down her thigh, and brushed his thumb over her clit. He smiled when she jumped.

"I want to try it, Harry," she said, rolling over to her side.

"I'm in," Harry said easily. Generally they liked positions that kept them a little closer, with a few notable exceptions. But he was still intrigued, and wondered if Ginny'd like it. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed, and placed it next to Ginny's bum. He lifted her thigh and stroked it, pressed kisses on every inch of her leg that he could reach. She was fully open to him, and was so wet she glistened. As he watched, he saw her quiver and pulsate.

Harry moved forward so he straddled her other leg. They'd never met at quite this angle before. It was sideways, and Harry wondered how it would feel. He fingered her clit, and decided not to wonder anymore. Instead, he pushed himself in.

It felt good, he decided, as Ginny let out a loud moan. He kept his fingers on her clit, so easily reached in this position, and rubbed it in the little circles he knew she loved so much. He thrust into... shallow thrusts, he was barely doing more than rocking against her... her hips were already jerking frantically. Harry leaned forward a little more... opening her wider...

Unbelievably, she came with a short scream. He felt her sweet inner muscles quiver and spasm against him, tugging him into her even more.

Harry took his fingers off her clit, but kept rocking into her with tiny, sharp thrusts. He moved the pillow from her bum to her front, pressing it into her highly sensitized flesh. Ginny wriggled against it.

"That was brilliant," Ginny said languidly.

"We aren't done," said Harry. They were going for four... five if Harry could manage it...

Ginny chuckled. "I love it when you get competitive with Ron."

Instead of laughing with her, Harry's hand wandered over her bum, and one of his fingers found the tight, tight entrance there. He tickled it, withdrew, and lubricated his finger with some of the generous wetness gathered where Harry was thrusting into her.

When he slid his finger into her, Ginny cried out. "Oh god, it's so fucking full."

Harry used his palm to push the pillow into her, effectively pinning her. She came almost instantly, and Harry kept it up. God, she was lovely. Her eyes were squeezed shut. One of her own hands squeezed her breast so hard Harry was sure she was leaving marks. Still, he kept going.

By the time she came a fourth time, Harry was nearly at his limit. Her tremors kept trying to pull the orgasm out of him, but he held back. Held back until he'd eased her trembling leg down, rolled her onto her back, and collapsed on top of her, wrapping his arms around her. One, two, three more hard thrusts and he was shooting into her. His orgasm, held back for so long, lasted forever, and his entire body throbbed with it.

"Oh fuck, that was fucking beautiful," said Harry, once he got his voice back.

"God yes," said Ginny. "I can't move, though."

"Was that a repeat position?" Harry asked, smiling.

"Oh yes... one of the best ever... the harp..."

He rolled over onto his side, grabbed his wand, flicked it, and let the bedclothes drift over them. They exchanged gentle kisses, pressing themselves closer in the way they couldn't with that position. Harry ran his fingers through her lovely hair. Later, he couldn't remember falling asleep, only that they'd still been entwined, still murmuring to each other, happy and in love...

THE END

AUTHOR'S NOTE

Well, I certainly haven't written one of these in a very long time. I've been wanting to, especially since I'm looking at the final four chapters of Socks— er, I mean Memory and Sorrow. Sorry. I always remember the working title of a story best, hence Here Comes the Sun being retitled Yellow Submarine. Anyway. Back to The Harp.

I'd solicited advice for an upcoming sex scene in Socks— er, Memory and Sorrow. And let me tell you, Harry and Ginny are suuuuper hot for each other in that story. I had to get increasingly inventive with reasons Harry was not just putting it in her already. So I wanted the position they were in to be a little adventurous. The harp immediately came to mind (well, not really, because I had to look up the name for it), but THEN mhersheybar and cacata were I think very offput by the idea. So of course I had to write this, in which the harp is discussed in tones of awe, and is considered the gold standard of sex, as it should.