Previously in Chapter 9:

He pulled out of me, panting. "That was amazing."

"Yeah, it was."

Chapter 10

After we had breakfast at the burrow, Harry and I went back to my flat. We had been hiding our affections all morning and it was taking a toll on both of us. I couldn't wait to take a proper shower and have my way with Harry again. I had had a brief shower at the burrow last night, but it wasn't my own bathroom. One of the reasons I loved my flat was for the bathroom. It was a long and slightly narrow bath made of blue tile. The shower was composed of larger blue tiles with an adjustable shower head. Glass enclosed the shower, and there was a small bench I used to shave my legs. I had enchanted the water system so there was always plenty of hot water.

Right now, nothing sounded better than wasting time soaking in my shower. I stood on my tiptoes and planted a kiss on Harry's lips. "I'm going to take a shower."

Harry smiled. "Think of me," he said with a wink. He sat down with The Daily Prophet and a cup of tea.

I peeled off my clothes and turned on the hot water. I took time lathering my hair and the rest of my body. I stood under the stream and let the water massage my back. I was honestly a little sore still from the other day. I pushed the dark thoughts from my mind and let the water relax my muscles. A knock on the door brought me back to reality.

"Yes?"

"Mind if I join you?" Harry asked, poking his head in the door.

I smiled. "Not at all. Come in."

Harry opened the door, already in his tight black briefs. "You are so sexy."

I smiled as I pushed my hair out of my face. "Take those off; I want to see all of you."

Harry looked surprised. "Yes ma'am." He slipped his briefs off and kicked them out of the way. He placed his glasses on the sink and stepped into the stream with me. His hands sat on my waist and gently pulled my wet body to his own. Our lips crashed together greedily. I placed one hand around his neck, and the other trailed down his back and reached down to cup his bum. Harry's hands moved to my breasts, fondling them and teasing my nipples. I broke off our kiss and decided to delay our gratification a little longer.

I grabbed a bottle of soap and a cloth and began to wash Harry. He tried to take the cloth from me, but I snatched it away. I started on his arms, switching between his right and left. I trailed the cloth across his chest, then slipped behind him and scrubbed his back, taking time to massage his neck and shoulders. I could feel the tension leave him as I worked on his shoulders. I then went lower, lathering his perfect bum and strong legs. I turned him around, rinsing off his back. I sat down on the small bench and washed the best part of him. The sharp intake of breath as I lathered his member was music to my ears. I could feel myself become wet as I watched his face, tilted back, eyes closed, hands out gripping the walls for support. I loved making him feel this way.

I rinsed him off and quickly licked the tip of his hard cock. "Ginny," he moaned. "Don't stop." I smiled and took his head into my mouth. My tongue traced the tip in circles. His hands found their way into my hair. Once my mouth was used to his head, I took in more and more of him, earning more moans from Harry's parted lips. I cupped his balls and began to bob my head up and down his shaft.

"Ginny, stop, I need to be in you." I smiled and pulled away. I was about to stand up when Harry gently pushed me back down. He got on his knees and parted my thighs with his hands. He licked me down the middle, and I almost came undone. I was already turned on from seeing Harry get worked up. Harry slipped a finger inside of me. "You're so wet!" He exclaimed in wonder.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me!" His eyes became dark. His hands gripped my thighs tightly. "Turn around then," he instructed as we moved to our feet, and soon I was facing the bench. "Bend over." He growled as he gripped my hips. I placed my hands on the bench and cried out in ecstasy as I felt him slide into my slick entrance. Harry let out a low moan as my pussy formed around and tightened against him. He started out slowly easing his way out and in, gripping my hips and ass to do so. My grip tightened on the bench as he picked up the pace. My breasts went flying as we reached our peak. His hands moved to my breasts as he spilled himself in me.

He pulled out of me and turned me around, folding me into his arms in a warm embrace. "You're brilliant, Ginny."

"So are you, Harry." I placed a kiss on his neck.

We rinsed off and got dressed for the day. We both had to go in to the ministry in an hour and be interviewed about our abduction with the death eaters. We would also have to testify against them at wizengamot when the time came.

I dressed in pressed black trousers and a white button up shirt that had a black polka-dot pattern across the fabric. I charmed my hair into soft waves, applied light make-up and slipped on my heels and robes. We apparated to Grimmauld Place for Harry to get dressed.

Harry dressed in grey slacks, a lavender shirt, striped tie, and robes. We took the floo to the ministry and went up the lifts to meet the aurors. Harry led the way to the same conference room that threw us together in the first place. Harry talked to a few aurors and waved to me as he walked down the hall to a different conference room. I took a seat on the opposite side of the conference table and fiddled nervously with my hair.

Auror Robards, head of the office, lead off the interview. "Thank you for being here today, Miss Weasley. We need to get your testimony in order to move forward with the trials against the death eaters. Will you tell us how you were abducted from the gala?"

"I had just accepted an award. Harry...er...Auror Potter was waiting for me backstage. He took my hand and was guiding me backstage. A man dressed as a waiter hit us with stunning curses."

As I was speaking, quills were animatedly dancing across parchment on their own accord, recording my words.

A different auror asked the next question once the quills caught up. "What do you remember when you were conscious?"

I took a deep breath. "When I awoke, we were in a small room. Auror Potter was tied and unconscious. My shoes and our wands were missing. My wrists were tied together. I moved to sit up when a man came in, carrying two buckets. He dragged me by my hair over to these large buckets. He had an omniocular, like the ones you use to film quidditch but it had a very short lens instead of the usual long lens. He told the omniocular my name and my crimes against the death eaters. He filled up the buckets, one with hot water, the other with cold. He forced my head under water, between cold and hot back and forth. I vomited in a bucket and on his shoes at some point. He dropped my head and kicked me. That's when Auror Potter woke up and he started in on him."

It was eerily quiet in that room. The only noise was the scratching of quills. It made me uneasy. Another auror asked me the next question. "Miss Weasley, what happened when Auror Potter gained consciousness?"

"When he awoke, the death eater went to him with the omniocular and started talking about how terrible Auror Potter was. He kicked and spat on him. I snuck up behind him and brought my hands down across his ears, injuring his equilibrium. He fell to the floor and kicked my feet out from under me. I stood up and kicked him in the genitals. In order to make sure he did not try to follow us, I kicked out his knee cap…" At this point most of the men in the room were staring at me, some with their mouths agape. "And then I took his wand and got Auror Potter's ropes off. I was having difficulty walking at that point so he carried me down the corridor."

We paused a few moments and allowed the quills to catch up again. "Shall I continue?"

"Please do," Robards replied, looking very interested.

"We went down the corridor in hopes of finding a fire escape. Two more death eaters came running down the hall. They fired curses at us. Auror Potter then fired at the remaining death eaters and threw up a shield charm. We made it out of the exit. He locked the door, sent a patronus to the aurors, and apparated us to St. Mungo's."

The questioning went on a bit longer. I was asked questions about details, wrote out descriptions of the death eaters, and signed my testimony. About an hour later, the interview seemed to be winding down.

Auror Robards rummaged around in a yellowed envelope. "I believe you would like to get this back." He took out my wand and handed it to me. I felt a surge of relief and happiness as my wand was reunited with my fingers. I smiled and cradled my wand to my chest, elated to have it back. I shook hands with the aurors and was told we would be sent an owl when the trials were arranged for the death eaters.

Harry was waiting for me in the corridor, "Do you mind if we pop by my office first?"

"Not at all." We wound our way to his small office. Harry rummaged around for a few things on his desk. I watched the palm tree sway in the breeze through his fake window.

"Did the questioning go okay?"

"Yes, were you questioned as well?"

"Yes, I got my wand back and handed over the death eater's wand for evidence. It shouldn't be hard to prosecute him with his wand for evidence...Ginny?"

"Yes?"

"The press is going to be all over this story, no matter what we do. I wouldn't be surprised if we had reporters following us around by this evening."

"Yes, I suppose it's only logical since we disappeared at the gala."

Harry looked at some parchment on his desk for a moment before he met my gaze. "Do you want to tell them about our relationship or wait until a later time?"

I sank down into a chair. My stomach churned. I really did love Harry and I hated that the press would pry open our lives, but that was part of it. That was the price of dating Harry, a price I would pay a thousand times to lie in his arms. "They will find out eventually, I suppose."

Harry nodded. "Would you be ok with it if we released a statement about it? That way we can control what is said to an extent?"

I nodded. "You are the public liaison expert here."

Harry smiled. "I will work on that. But first, I would like to ask you on a proper date. If you'll let me."

I beamed up at him. "I'd be delighted."

We worked a bit longer on a joint statement, getting the wording just right. We paid a visit to Gwenog, letting her know about our relationship and our upcoming statement.

She seemed happy with the news. "I'm happy for you, Ginny! And I wager our ticket sales will increase with this news once the season starts up again. Just try to keep it good press."

"Don't worry, Harry works in the public liaison office at the ministry so he is used to this sort of thing," I reassured her.

With Gwenog's blessing, we went back to the ministry to submit our statement. We sent a copy to Ava Green to announce on the wireless.

We gathered our things and headed toward the lifts. We walked past the fountain in the lobby when an enormous flash went off in front of our eyes.

"How about a kiss for The Daily Prophet?"

Harry gently guided me around the accosting photographer to the floo network. "See what we have to look forward to?"

"Now they will have a picture to accompany our statement."

We stepped into the green flames and out into Harry's kitchen.

"So where are we going tonight?"

Harry put on a pot of tea. "I think now given the state of things we shall have to content ourselves with muggle London. Unless you want to put more photos of us in the paper?" He turned around to gauge my reaction.

"Muggle London is quite fascinating, really. Luna and I have been going there a lot recently." I blurted out stupidly.

Harry poured the tea raising his eyebrows. "Have you now? What exactly for?"

I blushed furiously. "I'll tell you later." I tried unsuccessfully to hide my blush by taking a gulp of tea. It was still scalding and I ended up coughing a good deal.

Harry immediately looked concerned. "Are you alright?" He rubbed soothing circles on my back and waited for me to nod.

"Yes," I said between coughs. I moved to the sink and spit up some mucus. "Forgive me, that was probably disgusting."

Harry just looked worried and continued to rub my back. "It's from the water buckets, isn't it?"

"Yes, the healer said I would cough up water for a bit. I coughed up a bunch at the burrow, but I guess there is still some left."

"Perhaps you should go back to the healer?"

"I have to go back anyway this week. If it doesn't get better, I will ask to move my appointment up."

At that moment, we were startled by an owl flying into the kitchen. It landed on the counter beside Harry and proffered its leg. Harry untied the parchment and gave it a treat from the cupboard, then unfurled the letter and scanned its contents. I took a small sip of my tea and managed not to choke.

"It's from the head of my department. The trial is being expedited due to the severity of the crime. We will have to testify in court on Thursday."

I nodded. I really wasn't looking forward to looking my captor in the face, but I did want to see him escorted out by dementors. He really did belong in Azkaban.

Harry placed the letter on the counter and picked up his mug. He took a sip before asking me a question. "Muggle London is ok with you then?"

"Yes, it's fine."

"Good, have you been to The Five Fields?"

I shook my head no as I took another sip of tea.

"It's a fancy little place in Chelsea. They have seafood as well as British food. It's more contemporary though."

"Is it good?"

"Yes, amazing."

"Okay, let me change and then we can go."

We popped over to my flat where I slipped into a black lace dress and touched up my makeup. We apparated behind the restaurant and walked around to the front. It was a smallish building, blending in easily to a nice neighbourhood. The inside of The Five Fields was nice and intimate. A white coffered ceiling offered dim mood lighting. Small tables with muggles filled the space with a candle on each white linen tablecloth. The walls were papered a bluish-grey. Waiters swept about the room in full suits. After a small wait, we were ushered to a table in the corner. My chair was pulled out for me and my napkin was placed in my lap before I could even set my handbag down. The menus were made of thick white paper, the kind that just felt heavy and expensive.

I smiled over our candle at Harry who was studying the wine list. "Is this ok?" he asked me, pointing to a wine selection. I nodded, not really caring. If their wine was as nice as their decor, it had to be good.

I studied the menu, unsure of what to get. "So how did you hear about this place?"

"Believe it or not, Ron told me."

"Really? My brother found this place?"

Our waiter brought a wine bottle, showed us the label, uncorked it, and poured it into the glasses. Harry took a sip. "No, I think Hermione took him here for an anniversary or something. But Ron was talking about how great the food was."

We placed our orders with the waiter. I ordered the yorkshire lamb with sweet potato and pine nuts. Harry ordered the orkney scallops with green lentils and kaffir lime. We chatted about Ron and Hermione since we were on the subject.

"By the way, I'm glad you never went out with that bloke Hermione was trying to set you up with." He threaded his fingers through mine across the table.

I smiled. "Yeah, I'm glad too. I definitely made the right choice."

We put our hands back in our laps as our food arrived. It looked more look like a piece of art than something you could eat. I picked up a forkful hesitantly, not wanting to disturb the art, and brought it to my mouth. Bugger the art, this food was divine! From the looks of Harry's face, he felt the same. Dinner was over all too quickly and we decided to split a dessert. We ordered the white chocolate and passionfruit with roulade and malt ice cream.

We spent the time waiting for dessert talking about our dishes and exchanging excellent restaurants we had gone to over the years. I was glad he was passionate about food. As a Weasley, it was almost a prerequisite to enjoy food.

The dessert arrived, decorated with edible flowers. Harry and I took turns savoring the sweet flavors. After dessert was cleared, our wine was finished, and the bill was paid, we slipped out into the night.

Harry put his arm across my back and pulled me into his side. "Ready to go home?"

I smiled at that. His use of the word "home" was sweet and natural. Hopefully we would someday have one home together and wouldn't have to pop back and forth between flats. "Sure." I replied.

Author's Note: Thank you for reading. We are coming to the end of our journey with this story. Thank you Stephanie0 and Lady Whitehaven for your help and wisdom!