Ginny giggled and knocked her hip against Harry as they walked back towards the Burrow, having finally managed to liberate enough berries from their warming charms.

He threw his arm around her shoulder. "Silly bushes. If they'd just have stopped dancing around we could have gotten the berries much faster."

"You were the one dancing, Harry," said Ginny. "I've never quite seen anything like, what did you call it? The berry boogie?"

Harry laughed, he was feeling so good right now.

Two steps from the door to the kitchen he grabbed Ginny's arm. "Wait. Are you sure it's okay for us to go in together? Or should I wait outside for exactly 11-and-a-half minutes first?"

Ginny rolled her eyes. "It's fine, Harry. They know we went to pick berries together." But her expression got more serious anyway, and she took a step away, moving the basket to her other arm so that it was between them. "Just don't let anything slip, okay?"

Harry smirked. "Like I want your entire family to know we just fucked in the garden."

"Lovely, Harry." Ginny pushed the door open.

They must have been gone longer than he'd thought, Harry reflected. The kitchen was deserted, save for a row of empty whiskey bottles, and raucous laughter could be heard from the living room.

"Go Ronnie, Go Ronnie! All right!" It sounded like all the Weasley brothers were chanting, and Harry even thought he heard Arthur's voice in there as well.

"Oh dear. Boys, don't let him fall over like that." Molly sounded only half worried about her youngest son. The rest of her sounded quite tipsy.

Harry grinned at Ginny. "Sounds like we're missing quite a party. Shall we?" He indicated the door to the living room.

The living room was hazy with purple and red and green smoke, some of which seemed to be coming from the ears and noses of various Weasley brothers. Fleur had apparently gone home, but everyone else was still there, in various stages of drunkenness. Harry walked over to Ron, who was indeed listing dangerously to one side in his chair, a sloppy grin on his face. His brothers had backed away and were conferring among themselves. Ginny went to join them, taking the bottle of Firewhiskey with her.

"Having fun, Ronniekins?" Harry asked, pulling him upright.

Ron squinted at him for a second and then frowned. "I'm older'n you, so no callin' me Ronniekins," he slurred. "I'm Ron. Jusht . . . Ron." He looked over at his new fiancée.

"An that's Her-her-hermioneeee over there. See? Isnshe pretty?"

Hermione was giggling with Angelina and Katie, her face more flushed than Harry had ever seen it. She looked up and blew Ron a kiss before taking another drink out of her glass.

Mr. and Mrs. Weasley were now slow dancing in a corner of the room. Harry hurriedly averted his eyes and looked back at the huddle of Weasleys. They were each levitating a half full bottle of Firewhiskey, attempting to tip the liquid into their mouths without spilling.

As Harry watched, Ginny managed to swallow a large gulp of liquor, and immediately began choking. He ran over and grabbed the bottle out of the air before it fell, and then whacked her on the back a couple of times.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"I'm just fine, Harry," Ginny giggled. She grabbed his hand. "Come play with us!"

"Yeah Harry," said Bill. "Come play. You have some catching up to do."

"Not that much," laughed Ginny. "We got caught . . . up in the garden!" She elbowed Harry. "Din't we? Get caught up?"

"Up," said Harry faintly. He had a feeling that Ginny was about to say something she shouldn't. Something about the garden. He grabbed his own bottle. "Let's drink!"

"Wait! I wanna play too!" Ron had somehow managed to get upright, and he grabbed Hermione's arm and pulled her into the circle.

"On the count of three," said George, "ev'ryone raise your wand and . . . Three! I mean, drink! Three!" He started laughing hysterically, but was not so gone that he couldn't grab a bottle away from Fred. Fred grabbed at the air, trying to get it back, but knocked into Harry instead. Warm Firewhiskey spilled all down the front of his shirt.

"Whooops," said Fred. "I spilled." He looked at Harry and shrugged. "Don't wanna waste it, do you?" He grabbed his sister's arm. "Ginny, here's Harry. He spilled." He gave Ginny a push in Harry's direction. "Help him clean it up, K?" He gave her a drunken grin. "Maybe you can even suck on his shirt or something.'"

That didn't sound so bad to Harry. "Yeah Ginny, come suck!" he called to the room at large.

Ginny's eyes opened wide. Then she giggled. "Harry!" she said in a stage-whisper. "My parents are Right Here. See?" She pointed to the corner of the room, where Molly and Arthur were standing almost still, swaying to the music.

"Whew," said Harry, mopping his brow. "Tha' was close." He looked down at his shirt, and then at Ginny. "I'm wet," he said plaintively.

Ginny put her face up to his ear. "So am I," she whispered, too loudly.

Harry stopped tugging on his shirt for a second. He knew, somehow, that Ginny shouldn't be saying that sort of thing in a room full of brothers. There could be pain involved. For him. Or worse, queshhhtions. He didn't wanna answer any queshhtions, right now. He looked around the room.

Angelina had wrapped her arm around George until his mouth left the neck of the bottle he was drinking from and found hers instead. Fred and Katie were similarly occupied in a corner of the room. Percy was snoring on the couch and Bill and Charlie were staring each other down and trying to tip the last bottle of Firewhiskey into the other's glass. Even completely pissed, they were much better at the game than either Ron or Seamus had been back at Harry's flat.

Ron and Hermione were nowhere to be seen.

Harry relaxed. No brothers were looking at him. Good.

Ginny raised her wand unsteadily. "Here," she said. "I'll jush say the drying-you-off charm now." She scrunched her eyes together. "How does it go?"

Harry grabbed her arm. "Never mind, I'll go get a new shirt from Ron."

Ginny's eyes sparkled. "I have a shirt for you, one you'll like. It's in my room."

Harry raised his eyebrows. This sounded interesting. He leaned closer to Ginny and asked conspiratorily. "Is it gonna be on you or off you?"

Ginny just smiled. "Come and see."

No one even looked up as the two of them left the room. Harry felt fuzzy and warm, walking up the familiar stairs of the Burrow behind Ginny. She had a really nice bum. So . . . grabbable. Maybe she'd let him touch it. Hmmm. He reached out and tried to lightly pat Ginny on the bottom, but miscalculated where it would be as she climbed the steps ahead of him. Instead, he tripped and ended up falling onto the landing right outside her door.

This struck him as extremely funny.

Ginny looked down at Harry, sitting on the floor giggling. "What'ryou doing down there?" She grabbed his hand and tugged. "Come on, Harry, come on! Don' you wanna see the shirt?"

Slowly, Harry got to his feet. Yes, he did wanna see the shirt. Especially if it was off of Ginny. There was something he needed to ask first, though. At the door of Ginny's room, his brain finally grasped what it was. He put his hand on Ginny's arm to stop her.

"Is this in the Rules?"

"Course it is, silly. Don't you remember?"

Harry didn't remember anything, just then. But it sounded good to him. He followed Ginny into her room. There were two beds in there, and Harry flopped down on the second one, which he vaguely realized must be for Hermione. Ginny was nowhere to be seen.

That was odd.

"Ginny? Ginny? Where are you?" Harry was confused.

"Here," a muffled voice replied. Ginny's head appeared from her wardrobe. She was holding Harry's old Quidditch captain's jersey, which she tossed at him. "Put this on."

Harry was disappointed. "Awwww, I thought you were going to take of your shirt, Ginny."

Ginny walked over and punched him on the shoulder. "I did that already. Twice. Remember?"

"Well they say, third time's a charm." He waggled his eyebrows at her. "Don't you want to charm me?" He got thoughtful for a moment and then gave Ginny what he supposed was a serious look. "I guess you a'ready charmed me though. Long time ago." He sighed dramatically and put the back of his hand on his forehead.

Ginny giggled and sat down on her bed. "No more'n you charmed me, you big, strong, sexy, Auror-man." She fell sideways onto her pillow. "All my teammates think you're hot. Leandra even wants to shag you hershelf . . . herself," Ginny corrected. "But I told her, I told her, you're alllll mine." She snorted. "At leasht, your body is all mine. When it's not off saving people."

"All yours," echoed Harry. From his position on the bed, Ginny's room seemed to be rotating slowly. It was not unpleasant though. "All yours," he repeated. "Whenever you want it." Something Ginny said struck him then and he sat up. "They all think I'm hot?"

Ginny nodded. "Yep, yep, and . . ." she pretended to think. "Yep."

Harry pondered this for a moment. "Well, some of them are kinda cute, I guess. But none of them are anywhere near to you. You are defin'ly the cutest of them all." He gave her a sloppy grin. "An you have the nicest breasts. And arse." He grunted in surprise as Ginny threw the Quidditch jersey over his head.

"And when have you seen any of my teammate's breasts or bums?" she demanded with as much indignity as she could muster from her position sideways on her bed.

"'Member last week? In the locker room after the game? Leandra was shaking her chest in my face. You 'member, don't you?"

"I remember you bending me over in the showers, tha'ss all. I thought you were Disa. . . disa . . . I thought you were hidden!"

"Not from Leandra," Harry muttered, remembering how the Chaser seemed to have seen right though his Disillusionment spell. "She's a sneaky one."

"Yeah, agreed Ginny. "She's always asking me and asking me. Queshtions."

"What about?"

"You. An me. Us. Ye know?"

Harry nodded. "Uh huh. So's Gavin. Tha' trainee. He thinks you're pretteeeee."

"Whaddaya tell him?" Ginny had rolled over on her bed and was looking at Harry, her chin in her hands. Suddenly her eyes opened wide. "You didn't tell him about the rules, did you?"

Harry shook his head back and forth. "Nope. That's our secret, right?"

"Right," said Ginny. "Our secret." She was quiet for a moment. "I told Leandra we used to go out. Tha'ss why she keeps asking and asking. 'Bout us. She asked why we broke up."

"Cause you're a Harpy," said Harry immediately. He giggled. "A Harpy hottie."

Ginny laughed too. "And you're an Auror. An . . . an . . . awesome Auror."

Harry nodded seriously at her. "We're both awesome." He was feeling very relaxed, here on the extra bed in Ginny's room. It felt . . . natural, and yet, he was certain he'd never spent time in here like this before. Not that he could remember anyway.

"Was I ever here before?" he asked suddenly. "When we . . . you know, were together."

"We're t'gether now, Harry," said Ginny. Her voice had gotten kind of slurred and sleepy. "Sort've." He saw her frown to herself. "But, I don't think you've been here before. Do you?"

Harry shrugged. "I dunno. Maybe." He thought he should know why he couldn't remember, but the thought kept slipping away from him, lost in the fuzzy swirls of Firewhiskey. He looked over at Ginny and saw her staring at him intently.

"If we didn't do this before, we should've," she said earnestly. "Iss nice." She was quiet for a moment. Then, "I think . . . I think I miss it, you know?"

"I know," Harry agreed. "I miss it too. I think."

Ginny suddenly giggled. "I think I'm pissed!"

"Me too. Pissed pissed pissed," chanted Harry.

"And . . . " said Ginny, jumping up off the bed, "I think, no, I know, I hafta go pee!"

That sounded like an excellent idea to Harry. "Me too!" he said, sitting up and pulling off his wet shirt. "Lemme just change clothes."

Ginny grabbed away the jersey. "Nah. You gotta see me with no top on. Now it's my turn." She jumped away him as he lunged for the jersey and ran out of the room towards the bathroom. Harry stumbled after her, watching her bum move under the skirt he'd transfigured earlier.

"You still have a cute bum," he mumbled, following her into the Weasley's small loo. She turned around and looked at him. "Harry! I gotta pee! Get out!"

"Come on, Ginny," he whined back. "I won't look if you don't" He turned around towards the door and put his hands over his eyes.

"Fine," said Ginny. But only because I really really gotta go."

"And because you don't have any knickers," Harry pointed out.

"That too," said Ginny. "Now keep your eyes closed!"

By the time Ginny finished, Harry was jumping up and down, he had to go so bad. "Hurry up, Ginny," he begged, already tugging down his fly. "An' don't look. You promished."

Harry didn't even bother to make sure Ginny had her eyes closed first. He was almost done when her giggle startled him. He looked up to see her appraising him rather frankly. "Hey! No peeking!"

Ginny giggled again. "It's cute when it's little," she said.

"It's not that little," said Harry petulantly. He looked over at Ginny and closed the lid on the commode before washing his hands. "At least, not for long." Settling himself down he reached out and pulled her onto his lap until she straddled him. From that position, Harry was delighted to see that her breasts were at the perfect height for nuzzling. Grinning up at her, Harry pushed up her jumper and buried his face back into Ginny's chest.

Ginny giggled and began to rock against him. "Everything's moving!" she cried.

Ginny rocked her pelvis into Harry's, back and forth and back and forth and back and forth. The light in the loo was awfully bright, so she closed her eyes. Harry's arms were around her lower back, moving her hips on top of his lap, and occasionally grinding her into him.

Dimly, Ginny's Firewhiskey-confused brain registered that Harry stopped rocking against her every so often, and that his head fell onto her chest and stayed there, before he sat back up and resumed his movements. Axshually, resting my head would feel pretty good, she thought to herself. Her neck felt awfully tired all of a sudden. She dropped her chin down until it sat on Harry's hair and then sighed. Beneath her, Harry grunted and started rocking again.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, and round and round and round and. . . urrgh. Things didn't feel so wonderful now. Shouldn't she have been feeling something . . . good down there? But all Ginny felt was her stomach, starting to roll uncomfortably with each of Harry's thrusts. Which fortunately, were coming less often and with less force.

"Harry," she said weakly. Opening her mouth wide didn't seem like such a good idea just then.

"Hmmm?" Harry panted below her, thrusting insistently again. Ginny couldn't even really feel his erection anymore. She just really, really wanted to get up, off Harry's lap, and out of the loo. She pushed her hands on his chest.

"Harry, stop," she said, unable to keep a moan of discomfort out of her voice.

Thankfully, Harry stopped immediately and looked up at her. "You alright, Ginny?" His voice was slurred. "Cause I know it's taking longer'n usual. I think it's the Firewhiskey," he added in whisper.

Ginny used the smallest voice she could. "Can we stop? I don't feel so good. All that rocking."

She lurched off Harry's lap and would have fallen to the floor, but somehow his Auror reflexes had survived the onslaught of alcohol and he caught her arm and helped her stay upright.

"Are you gonna be sick, Ginny? Cause if so, you should stay in the loo."

Ginny didn't even want to think about answering Harry, she was so desperate to get to her bed. "Bed," she mumbled, turning towards the door and pulling it open.

She wasn't really conscious of Harry following her, or aware that his arm, firmly around her waist, was the only thing that kept her from sliding into the wall. She only knew that she wanted to lie down as soon as possible. Harry paused at the door to her room, looking in at the two beds.

"Hermione isn't here," he said. "Must be sleeping up with Ron." He looked hesitantly at her. "Do you want me to . . ."

Ginny didn't listen to the rest of Harry's question, but pushed past him and flopped on top of her covers. She didn't realize that he covered her with a blanket or lowered the light, and she had no idea how long he stood silently in the doorway, considering. The room, and her bed, were spinning sickishly around her, and all Ginny could think for many long minutes was please stop.

Mrs. Weasley took that moment to discover that Hermione was up in Ron's room, and not down in Ginny's where she was supposed to be. Tipsy as she was, she still managed to admonish her youngest son for attempting to steal his fiancee's honor before they were actually man and wife.

In short order, Hermione was ensconced on the camp bed in Ginny's room and Harry was marched up three more flights of stairs to Ron's. Ginny wasn't aware of any of this, however. By the time Hermione extinguished the lights in the room, she was already snoring lightly, having managed to ignore the spinning in her head enough to fall into a fitful, drunken sleep. Even if she'd been awake, her room was too far away from Ron's for her to have heard Harry's whispered "good night, Gin," as he too fell into bed and closed his eyes.