Just a warning before reading - this chapter is a pretty solid T rating for mentions and implications of sex.


"No, absolutely not," Harry repeated as he rolled over to his side of the bed.

"Why not?" Ginny whined automatically scooting closer to him.

"There are people downstairs," Harry whispered as if they could hear him from Ginny's room.

"That didn't stop you last time," Ginny said as she slowly started placing kisses down his chest.

Harry groaned, "I love you," he said as he carefully lifted her off of him and put her back on her side of the bed. "But we are not having sex at your parent's house."

"Why not?" Ginny whined again as she gave him her best pout.

"Your entire family is downstairs!" Harry continued, trying to remain steadfast and a voice of reason between the two of them.

"I don't quite know how to break this to you," Ginny continued. "But I'm pretty sure they know that we've done it before!" Ginny pointed to the slight bump expanding from her stomach.

"And how would you feel if one day he comes home and has sex in our house?" Harry retorted.

"As long as she's married, I say go for it!"

Harry rolled his eyes. "My answer is still no."

But it was an answer his wife was unwilling to accept. Ginny moved to straddle him once more, this time letting her lips find that spot on his neck that she knew drove him mad.

Harry mentally tried to remind himself why he couldn't give in as the effects of Ginny's persistence efforts began to take over. "No," he finally said as he sat up. "I will gladly participate in any activities you've got planned, when we are in our own home."

"Did George hex you?" Ginny asked. "Or Bill?"

"No one hexed me," Harry answered.

"Then name your price. You want me to do the wash for a month? Clean the bathrooms?" Ginny smiled as a mischievous gleam appeared in her eyes, "Do that thing I normally only do on your birthday?" Her lips went to find his again.

Harry couldn't help but smile against her kiss. "You can't afford me," he replied as her mouth worked its way over his. He loved his wife and her...vivacious...hunger toward him which had only increased since becoming pregnant. But he couldn't. He had promised. He placed one final kiss on Ginny's forehead. "Good night, love."

Ginny huffed as she rolled off him. "This is for some stupid noble reason isn't it? Who did you promise? Dad? Mum?"

Harry sighed. She would find out eventually. "Ron," he confessed.

"I swear by Merlin's beard, I'll kill-" Ginny was getting out of bed and reaching for her dressing gown.

"It was after the incident last month. Where he walked in-" Harry's cheeks turned red just thinking about it. "We both just thought it'd be best if we abstained when we stayed here. To avoid the matter again."

"You did, did you? You didn't think to consult your wives who know silencing charms and locking spells?" Ginny stood at the foot of the bed, her arms crossed and her annoyance quickly finding a new victim.

"To be fair. A lot of times, you kind of forego those," Harry said and immediately regretted it as Ginny shot him a look and reached for her wand. "But that's probably my fault!" Harry concluded as he put his hands defensively in front of him.

"It probably is," Ginny agreed as she went back to fastening the dressing gown around her waist. "And if you think that my prat of a brother is upstairs holding up his end of the bargain, then you're mental."

"Where are you going?" Harry asked as his wife opened the door and headed out of her childhood bedroom.

"To find Ron," she replied as Harry trailed behind her.

"I'm not sure-"

But before he could finish, Ginny was already up the stairs and pushing the door open into his room.

"Oi!" He heard Ron exclaimed before Harry reached the door himself.

"Well, there he is," Ginny motioned as Ron and Hermione both hurried to find something to cover themselves with. "Saint Mother Theresa right there."

"What's this about?" Ron stammered, becoming quite annoyed as well.

"It's about our deal," Harry explained.

"What deal?" Ron asked.

"The one where we agreed not to shag at your parents' house because, well, because of this. So while you've been up romping about, I've been a floor below trying to hold steady on my vow of celibacy."

"You promised him what?" Hermione asked as she smacked Ron on the arm.

Ron stood up from the bed, gripping the sheet he was holding tightly around him. "It might have slipped my mind."

"I'd say!" Ginny responded.

"To be fair, mate," Ron said as he leaned closer to Harry's ear, "She came onto me, and she was wearing those red knickers that absolutely drive-"

"Ronald!" Hermione stopped him.

"Come on, Harry," Ginny said as she grabbed him by the hand and started to lead him from the room. "I've waited long enough, and I just happen to be wearing a very similar pair."

Harry could see the red rising on Ron's face at the thought of his sister's undergarments. Harry shrugged, "These women, mate. They're going to be the death of us."


A/N: This is another one of those chapters I've been playing with for a bit. I have another chapter that's going through revisions and rewrites currently which I hope to have posted by the weekend (over the weekend at the latest if life gets in the way). I've been playing around with an idea for another story - but will wait until school's out to post it. This teacher is looking forward to summer! Anyway, thank you so much to everyone who has favorited, followed, and reviewed this story! I'm so grateful. Please enjoy.