"Sex is natural, sex is good, sex is fun." – Me

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Chapter Eleven

Shall We Shag

Harry was quickly coming to the conclusion that clocks were not fond of him. He certainly was beginning to hate them. Since when did five minutes take so bloody long?! He stared at the clock cursing whatever mad man thought that it was a good idea to make a minute sixty seconds long. If minutes were five seconds long, Harry reckoned, he could have been snuggled into Ginny by now. The thought made him grin and redden slightly.

In truth Harry had his doubts about whether or not he was actually about to have sex with Ginny. Sure they had been intimate, Ginny had even pushed him to touch her breasts the last few months that they had been living together. Which had been a delightful and all too exciting. Especially since Ginny seemed to enjoy it so much. Her moans and groans encouraged him to become so bold as touch her very intimately. Of course he shied off after that. He had not known that she wanted him to continue on that path.

Harry glanced at the clock. He still had four minutes to wait. How the hell did he still have four minutes! "Okay," Harry said to himself. "I just need to think about something else. Take my mind off of it."

He got up and went into the living room where all of the gifts he had gotten that day lay forgotten by the door. Harry pulled his coat off and fished his wand out of his back pocket. He wrapped a few of the gifts before turning back to the clock. Three minutes. How had he wrapped five gifts in one bleeding minute!? And they looked bloody awful too. Hermione would hate it if he presented her with a gift so poorly wrapped, especially since she was the person who taught him the wrapping charm.

Harry glanced at the clock again. Oh good, he had wasted another minute lamenting over his terrible wrapping. Harry waved his wand again. They looked a bit better. Not much. Harry wondered if Ginny would mind if he was early. She probably would not. Harry figured that since she was the one who brought it up, so if he did come early it was her own fault. Harry grimaced at his own poor wording. He was sure that Ginny really did not want him "coming" early.

Harry looked up at the clock and huffed. Now he was late. Great. Just great.

Ginny probably would not want to shag him any more. And just when he was getting comfortable with the idea. Harry sighed and trudged towards his bedroom, there was no use in prolonging the inevitable. Ginny was going to be furious that he was late for their shagged. A full two minutes late. Probably would not want to marry him anymore. That thought hurt more than not being able to shag her.

Harry sighed and walked over to his bedroom. The door sat ajar and Harry peeked inside, expecting to see Ginny sitting on his bed furious that he was late. But instead he saw his girlfriend lying rather casually on his bed. And then, all of the sudden, she sat up, shook her head and struck a more seductive pose. Her hands went over her head, causing her tiny silk negligee to reveal more of her creamy legs. Then she gave out a frustrated growl and changed her pose again. This time her hands came down onto her body. Her left hand fell on her thigh and her right started rubbing her breast through the lacey material that covered her.

Harry gave out a low groan and tried to shift into a position that would lessen the strain on his groin. Ginny made an impatient noise, sat up and looked at the clock. Harry's brain kicked out of the lustful stupor it had fallen into and he, quite literally, leaped into action. Harry burst through the door and Ginny screeched.

"Sorry, baby!" Harry said, rushing to her side.

"It's all right, Harry. You just scared me, is all," Ginny said. Harry smiled at how adorably disgruntled his girlfriend looked. No matter how aroused he (no doubt obviously) was, he could not help taking the mickey out on her.

"What were you doing before I got here?" he asked. Ginny blushed, Harry loved it when she blushed. The swelling in his jeans increased. Harry tried to stand in away that camouflage it, only to draw Ginny's attention to it. She smirked and raised her eyebrow at him.

"I could ask you the same thing," She said. Harry felt his cheeks redden.

"Well, at least I wasn't wiggling around trying to look sexy," he countered.

"You have got to stop spying on me! And what do you mean 'trying to look sexy?' You seem to have been enjoying it," she said indicating his rather engorged area. Harry gave Ginny a mildly offended look, but he was really in no mood to be terribly upset with her. "Take your shirt off and come here."

"Um… Ginny-"

"Harry, I love you and we're going to get married. How do you expect to shag me if you won't take your shirt off?" she asked.

"Bloody hell, woman, that's not it. You're rushing me is all. Ten minutes ago, I didn't think you wanted to shag, and now you're wiggling around on my bed wearing next to nothing and if you don't stop this sexy demanding Ginny business, I'm not going to last more than five minutes!" Harry exclaimed.

"Harry, I don't reckon you're going to last more than five minutes anyway," Ginny said.

"This is quite possibly the most romantic moment of my life," Harry said sarcastically.

"Oh, darling come here." Ginny opened her arms to Harry and he grudgingly got into bed with her. "I've never had sex before-"

"Well, I should hope not."

"Will you stop talking?! Hermione's given me a lot of books on this and just so you know most boys don't last very long their first time."

"So, I'm going to be rubbish at it and there's nothing I can do?" Harry looked a bit horrified at the thought.

"We can practice at it and in a while we'll both be real good at it. And the practicing is the fun part. But we've got to start some where, so why don't we snog a bit and get comfortable?"

"Just snog a bit."

"Just a little snog." Ginny pulled Harry into her arms and pressed her lips against his. They fell back into the bed.

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A half an hour later Harry mental proclaimed that that was the best snog he had ever had. He lay in bed with his hands behind his head and Ginny snuggled into his chest. Sure Ginny said that she was prepared not to enjoy their little romp, but from the moans and sexy whimpers that Harry heard he would say that she had good time. Perhaps not as good a time as he had, but she seemed pleased nonetheless.

Ginny sat up, relieving what had become Harry's two favorite parts of her body, and grinned down at him. Harry smirked back up at her. Or almost all the way up at her. He got a bit distracted along the way. Ginny pulled a pillow over her chest and Harry finally met her gaze.

"Reckon we ought to do it again?" Harry asked. Ginny snorted at him. "Wha?"

"Why don't we wait 'til after dinner, lover boy?" she suggested, getting out of bed.

To his credit Harry did listen to what she said, but once she slipped out from under the covers and revealed inch after tantalizing inch of her flawless porcelain skin Harry managed to not have a coherent thought for several minutes.

By the time he caught up with her half of the conversation she already had her knickers on. Much to Harry's displeasure.

"I have an idea," he said. Ginny gave him a curious, yet interested look. "I think we ought to forget about dinner, because I'm probably never going to get out of this bed again and have another go. And you should walk around stalkers all the time." Ginny just stared at him for a moment, before shaking her head and continuing to dress.

"Well, I never knew that shagging caused what I can only hope is momentary stupidity," she said, pulling her shirt on. "Now, get up I want to see what you got everyone for Christmas."

"Now, that's bullocks and you know it," Harry said, finally getting out of bed. When Ginny did not immediately respond to his statement, Harry turned towards her as he pulled his boxers up. She shook herself and looked up from his bum. "Sure you don't fancy another go?"

"Shut up," she snapped.

"Feisty!"

"What'd you mean 'that's bullocks and you know it'?" Ginny asked.

"You just want to look at what I bought so you can see what I got you," Harry correctly assumed.

"I do not," Ginny huffed.

"Sure, but the fact of the matter is that I haven't gotten you anything yet. So, unless you want to take a good hard look at the toddler Quidditch gear I got Teddy, you're fresh out of luck, pretty lady," Harry said. Ginny blushed and looked away from Harry's sculpted chest and arms.

"Since when are you so perceptive, Mr. Hot Stuff Potter?" She asked. "And if you asked me if I want another go, I'm going to have thump you." Harry closed his mouth and frowned at his girlfriend.

"Well, if you keep calling me things like 'lover boy' and 'Mr. Hot Stuff Potter' and staring at with that hungry look in your eyes what else am supposed to assume?" he asked.

"Perhaps that I enjoy looking at you and calling you funny names."

"Calling me funny names," Harry mimicked. "Bloody hell, woman, you look so sexy right now, why can't we have another go at it?" Ginny sighed and looked away from him.

"I'm a bit sore, is all," she mumbled. Harry felt like a prat.

"I'm sorry, baby," he said. "I know I'm a right git sometimes, but I do love you. And if I have to wait another year to shag you, I will. I'll it do without complaining much, as well."

"Oh no! I'm going to take a soothing bath after dinner and then we are giving it another go, as it were. I've waited long enough to shag you, you bloody berk! And no small amount of discomfort is going to stop me from continuing to shag you now that we've started."

"How long have you wanted to shag me?" Harry asked, pulling on his shirt and trousers.

"Looking for a bit of an ego boost?" Ginny asked.

"Can you blame me?" Harry fell back into bed, now fully clothed and gave his girlfriend a flirtatious wink.

"I suppose not," she conceded. "How long have I wanted to shag you? Hmmm? How long have I known you?"

"Bloody hell, Ginny, you were ten when we met!" Harry sat up, affronted.

"Okay well, maybe not that far back. But at least by the time I was twelve."

"I don't reckon that I was even thinking about shagging when I was twelve," Harry mused.

"Well, you had half the school thinking you were the heir of Slytherin. Bit taxing I imagine," Ginny said, falling into bed next to Harry.

Harry rolled over and raised an eyebrow at Ginny. "Oh, you are such a prat! Come help me with dinner."