Harry Potter yawned as he reached up for a mug in the overhead cupboard. It was early, just gone 7.50 and he was on the early shift at work, needing to be there by 8am.

The kettle whistled and he hastily took it off the hob and grabbed his travel mug. Ginny was upstairs, hopefully asleep again after she had roused while he was dressing. She'd sleepily watched him dress, suggesting his navy blue teeshirt "cos it showed off his toned chest."

Harry had cheekily commented on her toned chest and then there'd been sleepy giggling snogging that had gone on for far too long before he'd reluctantly had to pull himself away from her. Her sleepy chuckles followed him down the stairs.

He added coffee and sugar to the travel mug and was about to turn to the refrigerator for milk when he became aware that Ginny had entered the kitchen. He was touched that she had gotten up to see him off; it was her day off, after all.

"You didn't have to get up to see me off," he told her.

"Need tea," she said, only half awake. She crossed over to stand next to him, dressed in the light blue teeshirt he'd discarded at her request.

She stood on tiptoes to reach for a mug, and the teeshirt rode up, and Harry could see she was not wearing a stitch of clothing under that very tee-shirt. Two tight cheeks peeked out, begging to be squeezed.

Harry did not disappoint, making Ginny squeal.

"Harry, your hands are cold!" She laughed as she dodged away from his eager hands, batting him away as he chased her around the kitchen.

"Gotcha!" he grinned in triumph as he picked her up, hands fondling her bare arse as he lay her on the table.

She grinned cheekily at him as he kissed her abdomen, before slowly, slowly pushing her – his – tee-shirt up around her neck, and grasping a nipple between his lips. His jeans were already undone and down around his knees.

She arched up, arms stretched over her head. Eyes closed, mouth open, knees cradling him.

Sod it, he'd be late. Ron would cover for him.

"Harry," she breathed.

Work was already forgotten.