They'd spent the evening eating dinner at a little place near Harry's apartment and walking around the neighborhood. But they'd come in a short time ago and were currently snuggled on the couch, shoes kicked off, with Pandora playing in the background while they talked and joked.
Ginny had met Teddy the weekend prior and while Harry had been a nervous wreck when she'd first arrived, he'd loved every second of her being there to take care of Teddy with him. Teddy was enamored with Ginny and while he loves that his godson likes her, Harry is pretty sure that his mother will figure out in about two seconds that Teddy was the first one to meet Ginny if she ever sees the two of them together.
What really made the weekend great was that Ginny had ended up spending the night Saturday, and Harry loved waking up to her tucked neatly under his arm Sunday morning. While Teddy being in the pack and play right next to his bed kept Harry from doing anything more than cuddle with Ginny, it definitely made several other possible activities seem much more reachable than they had originally appeared, and significantly less awkward to get there than Harry usually feels in these sort of situations. One day I'll stop feeling like I'm 15. He'd lamented after Ginny had left just before Remus and Dora showed up to collect Teddy.
"Hey!" Ginny shoves him, pulling him back from his thoughts. "What is it with you and zoning out every now and again?"
Harry can feel the blush on his neck. "It's not my fault that you render me speechless." He laughs, hoping to turn the conversation away from the topic of his thoughts by flattering her.
"Is it my stunning beauty? Or my amazing wit?" Ginny gives a dramatic and over exaggerated flip of her hair, placing a hand lightly on her chest.
"I'd have to say it's the combination, I don't stand a chance when you're both gorgeous and brilliant." He winks at her and Ginny laughs at him.
"Poor thing, caught up in my web with no chance at escape. Whatever will you do?" Ginny pats his cheek in mock sympathy.
"I'll think of something." He leans in close to her, lifting his hand to tuck a lock of her hair behind her ear.
Ginny's breathing seems to have quickened just a touch, and she leans in close. Quickly closing the distance between them Harry captures her lips in his and relishes the feeling as her fingers run through his hair. He runs his hand through her hair and tugs gently to give him access to her neck, smiling against her skin at Ginny's moan of approval when he finds that spot she likes the best. Ginny's hands tighten just slightly in his hair, and her body arches into him. Harry's hard pressed to focus at that point and only one thing crosses his mind. He pulls away from Ginny's neck and murmurs in her ear.
"Stay tonight?"
Ginny pulls away to look at his face. Harry's not sure about what she's looking for, but he knows he doesn't want to have to take her back to her apartment tonight.
"Are you sure?" Ginny's voice quavers just slightly, and Harry thinks she might be just a touch nervous too; which for whatever reason is comforting and bolstering at the same time.
"Yes." He whispers, before kissing her lightly on the lips and pulling back to search her face for the answer he's hoping to hear.
Ginny gives him a shy smile, the kind of smile that makes Harry want to kiss her all the more, and nods. "I'll stay."
Harry's smile crashes into Ginny's and she laughs against his lips. He chuckles and starts kissing his way down from her lips to her neck and Ginny melts into him as he does. Tentatively, Harry runs a hand along her shirt hem. "Yeah?" He asks quietly, his breath hot against her neck.
"Yeah." She whispers as she runs her hands under his shirt and up his stomach.
Following her lead, Harry runs his fingers along her stomach as he kisses his way back up to her face. Ginny captures his lips hungrily, her tongue twirling around his.
"Do you want to go back to your bedroom?" Ginny asks nervously in between kisses.
Harry's heart pounds harder if that's even possible, and he pulls back to look at her. "Are you ok with that?"
Ginny grabs his hand and kisses him lightly on the lips, mimicking his kiss from earlier, before whispering, "Yes."
Harry smiles as he stands, gently pulling Ginny up with him. "After you."
Lying on his bed, Harry is absently running his hand through Ginny's hair as her naked body is pressed up against his, her head resting on his chest. He hears Ginny murmur something muffled against his body.
"What'd you say?"
She lifts her head up and smirks at him. "Mind-blowingly better!" And she moves up to kiss him.
And as Harry kisses her back he thinks he's not ever going to stop as long as he's better than that damned cake.