A one shot based on the challenge of "Harry and Ginny go to a sex shop, can they stay in character?". I was up for the challenge, apparently. lol I really should have posted this one for Harry's birthday. Ah well. Originally posted at Simply Undeniable, pre DH.
One Day in the Life of Harry James Potter
Harry opened his eyes, the ceiling coming into blurry half-focus above him. He smiled to himself as he stretched his hands out, feeling the cool cotton sheets beneath his fingers. As his body awoke, he sighed and closed his eyes again, enjoying the moment. Flexing his toes so that his bones made a soft cracking noise in the early morning stillness, he turned his head slightly and found his glasses on the bedside table. He grinned again as he slipped them on and propped himself up.
"Well, this is a nice way to begin my twenty-second year," he said dryly, looking downwards.
The female mouth that had been having its way with him, turned up in what could possibly be described as a smile, if it weren't so full of...well...most of him. She met his gaze as she playfully moved her legs behind her, already locked in place at the ankle. Ginny withdrew her mouth slowly and Harry shivered in anticipation, more awake than before, and suddenly very eager to receive the rest of his present.
She licked her lips and sat up, her hand moving to take over what her mouth had been doing. Leaning forward, her brilliant red hair fell over her shoulders and Harry felt his heart begin to beat even faster. Her lips were swollen and wet, and he opened his mouth eagerly to meet them, wanting to drink the taste of her down. It was always the taste of chocolate and treacle tart to Harry, even though he knew she'd had neither of those things in days.
Ginny moaned softly as they kissed and her hand stopped its ministrations as they fell back together against the pillows. Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, skin meeting skin. He rolled them over so that he could look at her, his glasses sliding down his nose, precariously stopping at the tip. Ginny smiled and cupped his face with her hand.
"Happy Birthday, Harry," she said softly. "I hope it's okay that I didn't wrap this particular gift."
Harry grinned as her hand moved around his face, removing his frames for him, knowing that he was about to be in a position of not caring.
"What a wonderful surprise to wake up to," he whispered, lowering his mouth to hers. Ginny moved underneath him, her touch sending what felt like little shock waves to his body. He drew his own hand down the length of her, slipping a few fingers in between her legs to find her more than ready. He pulled back and grinned again.
"My, you have been a busy girl this morning," he said appreciatively.
She bit her lip and nodded. "But I didn't come. I waited for you."
Harry felt a growl rising deep within his chest as he imagined her getting ready - with him lying asleep right next to her, oblivious. He pushed forward, fitting in between her legs, suddenly unable to wait. Ginny always knew exactly how to drive him crazy, in good ways and bad.
"It's going to be fast," he said, feeling breathless as their bodies locked together without preamble. The attention she had paid to him before he'd awoken had been too good and too sweet. But Harry knew that was exactly how she'd wanted it because she knew that was how he liked it sometimes - fast and unrestrained.
Ginny leaned upwards, her mouth hot and moist against his neck. "We've got all day, love. Consider this gift number one."
o-o-o-o
"Does anyone expect us anywhere?" Harry asked, staring at the ceiling again, but this time, far sweatier than when he'd first woke up.
Ginny, who was at the other end of him, stirred and propped her head up on her hand. She was far sweatier too, Harry was happy to note. She lazily drew a half circle on the inside of his thigh and smiled.
"Not for a while yet. I told everyone that if they bothered us this morning I would not only hex them myself but that I'd get a few choice people at work to help me out as well."
"You threatened your family with the Unspeakables department?" Harry asked. He was skeptical that that had worked on some of the more mischievous Weasleys.
Ginny nodded. "Sort of. Well, actually, I think what I told them was that we just got in a new case of the Dragon Pox Cure and that Luna and I were very close to petitioning the Wizengamot to let us test it on human subjects. I let it slip that I had already told my department head that certain members of my family would of course be more than up for doing their part."
Harry snorted. "I bet Fred and George loved that."
"Oh, they did. Especially after I just had to remind them about the last time I brought my work home with me."
Harry laughed, remembering that particular time. Fred and George had been teasing Ginny relentlessly about something or other and, since she was a newly designated Unspeakable and able to access a world of things that the twins would probably kill to get their hands on, she'd talked them into being guinea pigs for her first investigation. What she hadn't told them, and what Harry had found out later, was that her investigation was to test each twin for signs of the Clabborhorn Syndrome, after giving them a dose of a 'secret, new antidote' the Ministry had been brewing. She had promised the eager, business-minded twins the full rights to market said antidote, which is why they had readily agreed to be her test subjects.
Of course, Ginny hadn't told them the antidote caused green skin and boils to appear, which was then followed with severe itching and peeling skin. The twins had been unable to be seen in public for days, because the boils, once they popped, smelled somewhat like a mixture of rotten cheese and eggs. A smell that most people wouldn't put up with, Harry remembered. The head of Ginny's department, so impressed with the dedication Fred and George had shown their sister (and the wizarding world), had then told Ginny that any time she needed to test things, she was free to do so, much to the chagrin of the rest of Weasleys.
Ginny sighed and rolled over onto her back, her hair fanned out behind her and Harry smirked at her. He sat up and lazily lay down beside her, resting his hand on her stomach. He couldn't help but let his eyes roam over her as though hungry for the sight, marveling at her. Was it so wrong that he loved his wife's body? If it was, then Harry didn't want to be right; it was that simple.
He looked up and found her smiling at him, shaking her head.
"What?"
"You're funny, Harry."
"Why's that?"
"Because we've just done it six different ways from Sunday and you're looking at me as though you still want more."
Harry grinned and began moving his fingers along her side. "I can't help it. You make me insatiable."
Ginny laughed. "Oh, no, I won't take the blame for that. You were that way to begin with and you know it."
Harry shrugged. "I consider it payback for all those years I never did anything remotely sexual...with myself or otherwise."
Ginny rolled onto her side and took her hand into his. Their matching rings glinted in the mid-morning light. They'd been married a year, and as far as Harry was concerned, it had been the happiest year of his life.
"So you're playing catch up, is that it?" Ginny asked, her voice teasing.
Harry nodded. "If that's what you want to call it."
"No strange fantasies while you were at school about Cho, then? Nothing about Hermione?"
Harry made a face. "No."
"You don't want me to dye my hair black...or brown? Or some other colour?"
Harry just stared at her. "Definitely not." He narrowed his eyes. "What do you have planned?"
Ginny blinked innocently at him. "Nothing."
"You said that earlier it was gift number one...which makes me think you have something else planned for today other than us making love all day."
"Harry, I'm shocked. One day in bed with your wife isn't a good enough present?"
"That's not what I said and you know it."
Ginny grinned widely. "Well, okay, if you must know, after we manage to disentangle ourselves from each other, we're to meet Ron and Hermione for lunch. And mum has cake and tea planned for afters. I talked her out of throwing a huge party, so I suppose that could be considered gift number two, since I know you hate parties so much."
Harry didn't believe her and said so. "Right. But you're still hiding something."
Ginny shook her head, laughing. "Well, I can see trust is definitely an issue in this marriage."
She sat up and smirked down at him as she lifted her hair behind her, tying it into an impromptu ponytail. She turned and rested her hands on his stomach, her eyes full of mischief. She bent forward and kissed his bellybutton playfully, and then loudly blew air into it. Harry laughed despite himself, because that was one of the few places he was ticklish. He allowed her to pull him off the bed.
"Now where are we going to do it?" he asked cheekily.
Ginny shook her head. "We're going to take a shower, for one. But should the need arise in there, I think we both know the stall is big enough for extra activities."
"You're trying to kill me with sex then?" Harry asked, letting her lead him into their loo. She knew he loved to do it in water; it was one of his kinks. If he had any, that is. Harry reckoned his own personal preferences were probably far more vanilla than most people would believe.
Ginny turned on the taps full blast and then looked at him. "Yes, actually, I am. Do you have a problem with that?"
Harry looked down at her feet and then let his eyes travel slowly over her, leering appreciatively. He gave her a wolfish smile as the moist air from the steam started to cling to her hair and body. "No, not really. It'd be a nice way to go."
Ginny laughed as she stepped into the shower. She shook her head at him as she reached out. "Oh, heavens, get in here, you randy thing. Let's do it 'Harry's Favorite Way Number Four'."
Harry smirked and slipped off his glasses, hanging them on the shower door as he closed it behind him. He ran his hands down her smooth skin, already warm from the heat of the water and felt his body respond.
"How many ways do I have?" he asked, suddenly wondering if she'd written them down somewhere.
Ginny's brown eyes laughed at him as she moved closer, her body touching his. "Enough ways that this day will not be boring, I assure you."
"Oh, goody," Harry chuckled.
o-o-o-o
"We'd about given up on you two," Ron said, staring at Harry and Ginny, his ears already red. Harry felt his face heat as Ginny put her arm around his waist, moving closer to him. She made a face at her brother.
"We're still newlyweds and it's his birthday; do the math, Ron."
Her brother rolled his eyes. "You've been married a bleeding year, Ginny. I think it's time you start acting like it."
Harry bit his lip and shared a long-suffering look with Hermione. This was the usual Ron and Ginny argument whenever they lunched - Ron got tetchy about the fact that Ginny liked to do the things all married women do, namely have sex with her husband. Ginny, of course, got tetchy right back at him for expecting Harry and her to live like sexless beings. Harry, for his part, stayed out it. The less attention he drew to the fact that he was, after all, shagging his best mate's sister every chance he got, the better (even if it was in their married bed and all perfectly legal). What Harry could never understand though was that Ron never picked on him for being the person that Ginny was sleeping with; apparently he thought his sister seduced an innocent Harry on an hourly basis. Remembering their morning activities, however, Harry thought Ron might actually have something at that. Not that he was complaining.
"Oh, and I suppose that in your world that means I'm not allowed to shag my husband's brains out on his birthday?" Ginny replied tartly, warming to her subject, Harry could tell.
Ron made a face. "Nice image. You wouldn't be so bold if Mum was around."
"Why would I need Mum around, Ron? You do her job of bossing me around and acting like my nursemaid -"
"Enough!" Harry said, putting his hand flat down on the table so that it made a slapping noise. He tightened his other hand on Ginny's shoulder, squeezing it to let her know he wasn't really angry.
They both looked at him, their faces red - but whether it was because The Great Weasley Battle was about to start for the fiftieth time or because they were both embarrassed, he didn't know. Ron at least, had the grace to look guilty as he slumped back across his side of the table. Hermione patted his arm affectionately. Ginny tossed her hair over her shoulder and didn't say anything.
Harry shook his head. He would never understand his wife's relationship with her brother, not if he lived a million years. On one hand, they knew exactly how to rile and hurt the other more than anyone else he knew, and yet he also knew they loved and cared about each other very much. He gave a small smile and picked up his goblet of Butterbeer. "Erm, happy birthday to me, I reckon."
Hermione raised her eyebrow and also picked up her drink, looking significantly at Ron, who was glaring at Ginny again. Harry released a small sigh but was surprised when Ginny straightened in her seat and pulled away from him. She picked up her goblet and nodded.
"Yes, happy birthday to Harry; that's why we're here, after all."
Her tone said more than her words, and Ron's expression changed. He smiled sheepishly and nodded, holding up his own drink. "Right. To Harry - the best mate a bloke could have. I can't think of anyone else that I'd rather have as a brother-in-law."
Harry knew that was Ron's way of apologizing and checked to see if Ginny understood that as well. She smiled at her brother and it was genuine, so Harry knew they had just avoided round forty-nine of the Great War. He hated to admit it, but he felt relieved.
Hermione clucked her tongue and smiled before she took her drink. They all continued eating and enjoying their meal, with Ginny giving Ron advice on a few of his new Quidditch plays (Ron worked as a back-up Keeper for the Chudley Canons). All in all, it was a good birthday luncheon, Harry thought - he was surrounded by the three people he loved the most and they had all avoided bodily harm.
o-o-o-o
"So we'll see you two later at The Burrow?" Hermione asked, giving him another hug as they all paused outside the Leaky Cauldron.
Harry nodded. "I suppose. Ginny hasn't told me what her plans are for the rest of the day. But since we're in London, I reckon she has something different up her sleeve."
Laughter made them both turn to watch their two redheads, who were now acting as though they'd never said a cross word to each other in their lives. Hermione smirked and looked up at Harry.
"Honestly, the way those two act sometimes. I thought we were about to have a re-enactment of your engagement party in there. Nice way of diffusing it, Harry. I'll have to remember to pull the birthday-special-occasion-card myself."
Harry laughed. "They were barely getting warmed up, you know that, Hermione. That's the only reason it worked."
She sighed. "Unfortunately, I do. Ron was in a foul mood this morning, I should have warned Ginny when she owl'd."
Harry watched his wife as she giggled and punched her brother's arm playfully. "I don't think it would have mattered much."
Hermione gave him a knowing look. "Yes, you two were busy having a very serious lie in, I dare say."
Harry felt himself blush as Hermione laughed. "I don't know what's worse, the fact that my husband thinks his sister should live like a prude or the fact that he's always spot on when he accuses her of having too much sex."
"Hermione!" Harry said, feeling shocked.
His friend smiled. "You never argue with Ron, I've noticed. And even a blind man could see how...invigorated you two seemed when you walked in."
Harry raised his eyebrow as they fell in behind Ron and Ginny, as the two siblings started moving up Diagon Alley. "Invigorated? Is that what they're calling it nowadays?"
Hermione nodded. "That's my word of the day. But honestly, you were both flushed and pink in the face. Ginny's hair was mussed...you two didn't stop somewhere on the way in and...?" Hermione let her voice run off suggestively, and Harry stared at her.
"Honestly! Between you and Ron...look, I don't need to have my best mates wondering about my active sex life."
Hermione laughed and held up her hands in defeat. "I'm sorry, Harry. But I do so love shocking you. Especially on your birthday."
They had stopped in front of the newly remodeled Quality Quidditch Supplies, and Ginny left Ron to join hands with Harry. She stood up on her tiptoes and placed a small kiss on his cheek. She smiled at Hermione.
"He's red in the face. Are you teasing my husband?" she asked
Hermione nodded. "Yes. But only because he makes it so easy. I reckon this is where we leave you?"
Ginny nodded but then looked at Harry. "Unless you want to join Ron in the Quidditch shop?"
Harry wondered where else they could go. "Well, I did sort of want a new pair of gloves."
"People shouldn't go shopping on their birthday, you know. It's considered bad form," Hermione said, fixing him with a pointed look. Harry took the hint and smiled at Ginny.
"Erm, no, I reckon I'm in your hands and you can drag me off to wherever it is you want to drag me."
"Oh, fine words indeed," Ginny said, laughing. "That really makes me feel loved."
"Oh, shut it," Harry said good-naturedly. They said good-bye to Ron and Hermione, promising to meet up again at The Burrow and Ginny turned them around, heading out to Muggle London. Harry frowned at her.
"You're taking me to the zoo or something, aren't you?" he asked as they made their way out of the Leaky Cauldron. She shook her head.
"No. I thought we might try a few shops out here. I still need to actually buy you a gift; I thought I might have you help me pick it out."
The too casual tone of her voice made Harry's inner alarm bells start to ring and he pulled up short, making her stop and turn. "Ginevra," he said, using her full name. "What exactly do you have planned?"
Ginny smiled sweetly. "Only one way to find out, love."
Harry frowned. "I knew you were going to say that."
"Then why ask?" Ginny said, turning back around and pulling on his hand.
She was definitely up to something.
o-o-o-o
"You know, we could have just Apparated to Queensway," Harry said, staring at the Underground map across from them.
Ginny looked affronted. "My father would disown me if he knew I'd passed up a chance to ride on the tube." She patted his knee. "Stop worrying and enjoy the ride, we're on the right train."
Harry slumped back against his seat and watched her looking around at everyone. It almost made him laugh, how excited she was to be among so many Muggles; Harry had eventually noticed that out of all the Weasleys, Ginny was the most like her father in that regard. He'd never even known she was even interested in Muggle things until their honeymoon in Madrid. They'd been in a completely Muggle area and as soon as they'd quit the room (quite a few days later, Harry had to admit) she'd ran about trying as many things as she could and buying loads of things to give to her father. Harry knew Ginny liked to play it cool when they were out in London, but he also knew part of her enjoyed it very much.
He reached out and took her hand, squeezing it. She turned and smiled at him.
"So what do you think of your birthday so far?"
"It's brilliant. Riding around on the tube...just what I wanted. How did you know?"
Ginny giggled and sat back to rest her head on his shoulder. "Git."
"Maybe later we can do our breakfast dishes by hand and clean the loo with a toothbrush as an encore," Harry continued dryly.
Ginny turned her head and stuck her tongue out at him. "I've gone to a lot of trouble for today, you know. A little gratitude might be in order, Mr Potter."
"Oh?" Harry asked, giving her a skeptical look. "What exactly did you go through? And don't tell me all the..." Harry paused and looked around. "S-e-x, either."
Ginny chuckled. "No, I meant just being able to get the day off, not only for me but also for you, and making certain that Mum didn't go crazy and invite everyone you've ever met to our house for cake. You don't even want to know what Fred and George had planned."
"I don't?"
She shook her head. "No. But let's just say it involved tee shirts being made and the Ministry declaring July 31st as Harry Potter Day."
"They wouldn't have."
"Oh, wouldn't they? This is Fred and George."
"But I'm their silent business partner!"
Ginny laughed. "That doesn't mean you're exempt from being exploited! They wanted me to take a picture of you to put on the shirt; they were going to do 'Harry Potter Through the Years' and have the images change each time the person wore it."
Harry was stunned and didn't say anything for a moment. He looked at Ginny as the automated voice announced their station.
"You know, I think your brothers have grown far too cocky for their own good," Harry said as they stood up.
Ginny looked left and then right as though deciding which way she wanted them to go and then shrugged at him. "I don't think they really would have gone that far. I think they just wanted to have a laugh...but then...you've seen what lengths they go to just to get one of those. Let's go this way," she said, nodding at the stairs.
"Now can I ask where we're going?" Harry asked, as they started moving upwards into the light.
"No, that would be rude."
"But I'll know it as soon as we get there," he argued, wondering what the big secret was.
"Don't be so certain," Ginny said, winking at him as they entered a crowded street. She gasped so suddenly that Harry immediately went on the defence, his hand immediately moving to his wand.
"Oh! Harry, look at that large-sized telly in the window of that electrics store! Don't you want one of those?"
Harry relaxed and looked at where she was pointing. They crossed the busy street, narrowly avoiding getting run over by two strange-haired teenagers on bicycles, and stopped in front of a large glass window. About half a dozen or more television sets were on display, all of their channels turned to different shows. Harry groaned. He and Ginny had had many an argument about this topic. He tugged on her hand.
"Gin, come on, you know that won't work properly in a magical household."
"But Dad said they're finding new ways to work around that old problem! We should get one and help him do his research."
"If we did that, you'd have to quit your job, because I know I'd never be able to get you away from it," Harry said determinedly, gripping her shoulders and forcing her to turn away from the window.
"Oh, very funny. But, oh, look, can we stop in here for a moment?"
Harry looked up at the shop she'd stopped in front of. "A bookshop?"
Ginny nodded, grabbing his hand.
"Don't we have these in our part of London? Shouldn't Hermione be with you for this?"
"I want to buy you a birthday card," Ginny said, ignoring him. They entered the shop, a small bell ringing over their heads. A young man in a rather badly knitted, bright lime green jumper came out of the shop's small office and gave them a tired smile. The telltale soup stains on his front made Harry think they'd just interrupted his lunch.
"Hi!" Ginny said, enthusiastically. "Do you sell birthday cards?"
The clerk gave her a long enough look to make Harry uncomfortable, and he moved closer to her out of habit. He really didn't like the way the man had just stared at Ginny's legs.
"Over by the magazines."
Ginny was oblivious as she pulled Harry off to the left. He watched for a moment as she started looking at the cards, wondering if Ron had slipped something into her drink at lunch. He reached out and put his hand over the card she was reading.
"Ginny? I'm right here."
She frowned. "Your point?"
"How is this card supposed to be a surprise?"
"Oh, right. Well...go wander around or something. It'll just take a few minutes, trust me."
"I don't really need a card," Harry offered. "I still have that one you made me from third year."
Ginny looked up from the card she was reading and stared at him. "You do not."
"I do too! I saved it. It's in that old trunk with all our school things. Er, well, all the things that didn't get burned when Hogwarts was attacked."
They both paused, suddenly remembering a much darker time. Harry cleared his throat.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to..."
Ginny shook her head. "No, you're right. You don't need a card. You need loads of cards. I should have been buying them for you every month."
"I think that's a bit extreme, Ginny."
"I don't show you enough how much you mean to me!"
Harry stared at his wife, really worried for her sanity again. "Are you kidding me? This morning was a perfect example of you showing me how much you love me!"
Ginny's face cleared and she smiled. "Good, I wanted to make certain you were paying attention."
Harry frowned. "Sorry?"
"You had that haunted look in your eyes for a second there...but now all I see is you wondering if I've gone 'round the bend."
"You are absolutely mental," he said, marveling at her.
"About you, yes, I am." She leaned forward and kissed him, hard. And it wasn't one of their usual 'pecks in public' type of kisses but a full on, no holds barred kiss. Harry felt as though his feet gave out from under him and he gripped her tightly in his arms as she pushed against him. He had the sensation that he was falling and dimly heard a loud crash. The next thing he knew, Ginny was sitting on top of him, her shirt and skirt pushed up, laughing. A flash of lime green jumper appeared behind her and Harry could see that the man was not amused, although the way he was staring at what Harry knew was probably Ginny's knickers was definitely rude.
He saw Harry watching him and his face turned red in indignation. "Oi! None of that in here. I've got enough problems; I don't need to have you lot fooling around in my store. This is a respectable place!"
"We fell," Ginny said coolly as she moved off Harry and stood up. She smoothed down her clothes and put her hands on her hips, glaring at the clerk. "What you should be doing is apologizing to us for having a faulty display case. You could get sued, you know, my husband is a very respected solicitor."
The man gave them a look of disbelief. "Him? He barely looks old enough to be at University. And you really don't look like the type of girl who -"
"Who what? A solicitor would marry? Now you're insinuating I look like a slapper?"
Harry had heard enough, and, not only that, he'd just seen his wife's hand reaching for her wand. He pushed himself off the ground and put his hand on her arm. He gave the bookstore clerk a very level stare.
"We apologize for causing any trouble, but as my wife clearly stated, we fell. It would be wise of you to ask if we're hurt, and not insult us any further."
The clerk glanced at him as though to give a short reply and then stopped. There must have been something in Harry's expression that made him suddenly wonder if Ginny had been telling the truth. Harry saw the other man swallow roughly and he suddenly looked a great deal paler.
"Right. You fell. Do you need to go to hospital?" He finally asked them, looking as though it hurt something for him to be polite.
Harry didn't look away from the other man. "Ginny, are you okay?"
"I'm fine," she said, but she was still angry, he could tell.
"We seem to be all right," Harry said.
"Brilliant," said the other man, looking away.
"Pardon?" Harry said evenly, but he knew his voice had just dropped to that level that made his Auror Trainees suddenly start paying attention.
The clerk's shoulders slumped, but he managed to sound at least halfway sincere. "I apologize that this happened. Feel free to pick out a card...free of charge."
Ginny lifted her head, her eyes narrowed. "No, thanks. I don't think you had any I liked."
They moved past him, and Harry kept his eye on him as they turned, not exactly trusting that something wouldn't happen. But all the clerk did was sigh and stare at the mess that was in front of him. They exited the shop and didn't saying anything for a moment. Ginny gave him a glum look.
"Sorry," she said sadly.
"Why? It wasn't your fault, really. It was a faulty display case and he was an arse."
"I lost my temper," Ginny said as they found a small bench to sit down on. Harry chuckled.
"Ginny, I've seen you lose your temper...that wasn't it."
"I think I was embarrassed, mostly," she said, frowning.
"Why? Because some git made assumptions about us? It was sort of nice not to be recognized as someone who saved the world," Harry said, trying to make her cheer up.
"No, not that. I just...when he came up behind us I realised...oh, well, there's nothing else for it. Come here." She stood up and led him to a small sliver of space in between the buildings.
"Ginny?" Harry asked, worriedly.
"Stand in front of me, please. Yes, like that," she said, looking around.
"I don't get it," Harry said, frowning.
Ginny sighed and suddenly reached down, lifting up her skirt.
Harry felt all the blood rushing through him as though he'd just been hit with a Rennervate Charm. He laughed suddenly and fell forward, pulling her into his arms.
"You're bloody brilliant," he said, kissing her head.
"Unfortunately, I think to anyone else it just makes me a slag," she said, sounding put out.
"When were you going to tell me you didn't have any knickers on under that skirt?" Harry asked, his hand already moving underneath the material.
"When we got to our next destination."
"Which is?" Harry asked, not listening. The mere idea of Ginny knicker-less this entire time did something wholly unimaginable to him. He suddenly wanted her and he wanted her badly. The familiar feeling in his chest whenever he thought of Ginny doing anything naughty roared with great approval at this newest side of her. He was half tempted to flick his wand behind them and take her right there against the wall of the building. And Harry definitely wasn't the type of man that usually wanted to do things like that in public.
Ginny shook her head at him, stopping his hand from traveling any further. "I'd hope it would have that effect on you, but now, unfortunately, I'm not in the mood."
"Why's that?" Harry half-whispered, lowering his mouth to hers.
"Because that...that git saw my backside. The whole thing feels unclean now."
Harry laughed quietly. "It's still clean, Gin...I cleaned it myself this morning, remember?"
Ginny rolled her eyes and shook her head. "No, no, Harry..."
They struggled for a moment, with Harry's hand moving down and Ginny's hands moving up, and he sighed, resting his head against hers.
"Fine." He moved away and went back to the bench they'd been sitting at a moment ago. Ginny stayed where she was, frowning. She joined him a moment later and Harry looked up at the blue sky above them. He was glad it wasn't raining and concentrated on the white clouds above his head for the moment. When he felt calm again, he looked at Ginny and put his hand around hers.
"I appreciate the idea," he said evenly.
Ginny smirked. "I bet. Oh, let's go and pop into a pub or something. Maybe I just need to relax a bit."
"I know one way to relax," Harry said, grinning. "I can Apparate us both home and we can do loads of relaxing before showing up at The Burrow fashionably late as always."
Ginny shook her head. "No, there's one more stop I really think we should make."
"So let's do it and get out of here," Harry said, gesturing around. Ginny stood up and smiled cheekily.
"One pint, that's it. Besides, you might need it too."
Harry stood up and moved behind her, wrapping his hands around her waist. "There's only one thing I need," he whispered playfully.
Ginny smiled and turned her head to meet his mouth and they kissed briefly. Harry moved his hand around and rested it on her backside.
"Certain I can't make you change your mind? We still have favorite ways five and six to do, don't we?"
Ginny pulled away and smiled. "Actually, I was hoping that with the shop I want to take you to, we might actually increase that list a bit and add a few more numbers."
"You know, your birthday is in a few weeks, should I torture you this much on yours?" Harry asked as they started walking again.
Ginny batted her eyes at him. "Not if you know what's good for you. You know I have no patience for surprises. I'd probably end up hexing you."
"That's rather unfair, I think."
She laughed. "Yes it is, isn't it?"
o-o-o-o
A few pints later, Ginny admitted to him that she felt entirely more relaxed than before and they were both laughing as they headed out into the fading afternoon light. The busy street had grown even busier, and once again, Harry wished they could just go home. But he could tell she had her heart set on whatever it was she wanted them to do, so he simply followed her, bobbing in and out of the busy pedestrians.
Suddenly, she stopped, and Harry, not paying attention because he was still feeling the effects of the Muggle ale they'd shared, walked into her back.
"Oomph. Sorry," he muttered, fixing his glasses. Ginny glanced at him, a wide smile on her face and nodded ahead of them. Harry looked and then did a double take.
"This is where you've been wanting us to go all day? Here?"
She nodded, clearly excited - her eyes were bright, and her cheeks were flushed as though she were blushing.
"Now you can see why I wanted you to help me pick something out!"
They were standing in front of a sex shop. It was low-key and unobtrusive, but still, a sex shop. Two headless mannequins were entwined in the front window in a rather keen embrace. They were both wearing lace and leather bodices, their hands connected by two leather-spiked hand bracelets. Harry blinked at the window and then at his wife, who had apparently been here before, judging by the way she was heading for the door without batting an eye. He reached out and put a hand on her shoulder.
"Explanation, please?" he asked
Ginny got a naughty look in her eye. "I want to buy you something for your birthday."
"In here?" Harry asked, pretending not to be gesturing at the store as an old woman and her dog walked by, giving them funny looks.
"It's perfectly acceptable," Ginny said, raising her head stubbornly. "Hermione and I went to a lot of different shops before we found one we thought you'd feel more at ease in."
"Pardon?" Harry said, feeling shocked.
"You know you embarrass easily about these things, Harry. I thought you'd enjoy it if we could find a shop that was tasteful and discreet."
"This window is discreet?" Harry asked, glancing at it. Ginny made a snorting sound.
"Oh yes, by far. You should have seen some of the more...seedier places we found. We've had quite an experience this last month, Hermione and I. Now come on; it's getting late."
She pulled on his hand and he followed her, if only because he was still trying to get his mind around the fact that his wife and best friend had been going around looking at sex shops in preparation for his birthday. Harry stopped as they entered, knowing that his mouth was probably hanging open, but he couldn't help it.
"Harry?" Ginny asked, sounding a bit worried by his reaction. He tore his eyes from the black and pink leather gear on another mannequin stationed near the door (this one with a head attached, a redhead to be exact), and looked at his wife.
"This," he said nodding at the display. Ginny frowned and then looked at the outfit, a slow smile spreading across her face.
"A leather two-piece with matching boots? You're easy."
"It's pink," he said needlessly. She knew he loved to see her wearing pink.
Ginny laughed. "Don't peak too soon, love. There's a whole back room you have to see."
"There's more rooms?" he asked, looking over her head.
"There's even rooms with no clothes in them. Just...toys."
Harry looked down at her and couldn't help it; he was intrigued. "Show me," he said and then he grinned.
o-o-o-o
"Oh, this one works underwater," Ginny said, holding up something rather large and...masculine looking. Harry bit his lip.
"So do I," he muttered. "And I don't take batteries."
Ginny unfortunately heard him and patted his arm. "No, love, you don't."
"I thought we were looking for us," Harry said, glancing around. "These look like they're all for...well, you."
"Who says?" Ginny smiled devilishly and held up another item that had pictures indicating that yes, even men could enjoy its 'pleasurable buzz' by inserting it. Harry made a face and pushed her along.
"I don't think I'll ever be that adventuresome," he admitted.
"How about a cream?" Ginny asked, pausing in front of another row. She held up a purple package. "This one is supposed to taste like berries and wine."
"Couldn't we just get out own berries and wine and try it ourselves?" Harry asked.
Ginny frowned. "You're being a bit pragmatic all of sudden, what's wrong?"
Harry shrugged. "I don't know," he said, and even he had to admit he sounded sullen.
Ginny put her arms around his waist and smiled. "Want me to go model a few of those lacy things you liked in the last room?"
Harry couldn't help but smile. "That might take the edge off, yes."
"All right, but if you don't see something you like soon I might have to decide for us and I think you ought to know that I've had my eye on that leather spiky deal in the men's section."
She patted his bum affectionately and they left the room, heading back they way they'd come. She grabbed a few things off one of the racks, and Harry sat down on the small chair just outside the dressing room. Luckily, the shop was mostly filled with men, and the women's changing room was deserted. He released a small sigh and thought about their afternoon. Harry was afraid he was one of those types of blokes who would much rather do it than talk or shop about it. While the items they'd looked at had a certain appeal, he could admit he only really wanted Ginny by herself, not with added toys. Did that make him boring? Was she bored with him? Was that what this was really about? Perhaps that was the thought that had made his mood turn brooding.
"How about this?"
Harry looked up and any dark thoughts he'd had went out the window. It was a two piece, in black lace, and the bra part of the lingerie was cut out around the nipples. In place were three or four hanging cords that jangled as Ginny moved. The knickers were sheer and stretched tightly across her front. He dared hope what it looked like from behind.
She looked down at herself. "It'd probably be best if I had court shoes on, but what do you think?"
"Nice," Harry said, nodding and swallowing hard.
Ginny laughed. "Why do I get the feeling you'll be saying that about all of them?"
"Let's see the back," Harry said, ignoring her.
Ginny arched her eyebrow and turned around slowly. Harry felt his mouth go dry. The knickers were absolutely nothing in the back, and he suddenly felt very self-conscious about staring at his wife's glorious backside in the harsh bright light of a changing room.
"Do the have any other color?" Harry asked, licking his lips.
Ginny laughed again and shook her head at him. "Ever searching for perfection, that's what I love about you, Harry. Hang on a minute, I'll be back with something to tempt your eyes in the way of colour."
Harry blinked after she'd gone, the image of her wonderful backside still fresh in his mind and moved uneasily in his chair. The rush of need he'd felt earlier was returning, even though they'd made love plenty of times today already, he still felt keen for more. Maybe he wasn't so boring after all; maybe his kink was Ginny in lingerie. He could live with that.
"This bright enough for you?"
Harry looked up as she came around the corner. He felt his mouth fall open. The last outfit had practically been a nun's outfit compared to this lovely piece. It was bright red, redder than Ginny's own hair, and in one piece. Except that was deceptive, as the whole section in the middle was gone - held together on the side by three thin slips of material. They crossed downward over her middle, tapering off into a nice pair of lace, v-shaped knickers. Harry could see the start of his favorite smattering of freckles on her right hip as they disappeared under the rim of the knickers. He looked upwards and could just make out the pale shape of her nipples, hardened under the material of the bra. He liked the way her breasts seemed pushed close together under the thin strip of material and wondered how Muggles had been able to do that without magic.
Ginny leaned forward and grinned. "I thought you'd like this one. Care to see the back?"
Harry swallowed. "Actually, I'd much rather just push you against that wall and take you, right here, right now."
Her eyes widened at his boldness. "Harry! I haven't even got to my favorite piece yet!"
"Who cares...that one is brilliant. Let's get it and pop home and shag."
Ginny clucked her tongue. "Now you know we have to go to the Burrow tonight. It's already past time that we should have been there."
"You're going to make me eat cake and socialize when I have this?" Harry said, indicating his lap and the rather alert erection that was starting to appear.
She walked forward and he saw her flick something, realizing at the last moment it was her wand. He couldn't even begin to think where she'd had that hidden, when she straddled the chair, and sat down on top of him. She put her arms on either side of him, and he naturally held her in place, his hand lying flat on her back. Ginny bit her lip and moved gently against him and Harry groaned. They'd had discussions about doing something in public a few times, but Harry had never wanted to, not really. But now he thought he might make an exception; they were in a sex shop after all, weren't they? What better place?
"Hmm, I see," Ginny said, sounding breathless. She stopped moving and leaned in, kissing him.
"Ourgh," Harry said when they broke apart, feeling light headed.
"We'll pop home and I'll change and then we'll go and get cake. You can stand there, watching me, knowing I only have this on underneath my clothes..."
Harry grunted in reply, moving his hand down to cup her bottom. He loved the feel of the lace under his fingertips. He hoped she'd cast a good spell on the entryway to the changing rooms because he really didn't feel like waiting at all.
Ginny moved her mouth to his ear, tugging on it playfully with her teeth. She whispered quietly. "And then later when we get home we can go oh, so, so, slow. I'll let you kiss each and every part of me, Harry. And I'll just be wearing this and you can feel the lace against your body."
He groaned, imagining it and shifted forward so she could tell exactly what he thought of that idea. His body wanted to be doing it now, right where they were; he no longer cared about propriety.
She suddenly pulled away and stood up, winking at him. "Right then. I'll just get dressed, shall I?"
Harry, who had almost been ready to do just about anything she wanted, moaned as the softness that was her body was no longer in his hands.
"You are a tease, Ginny Potter," he called after her. "In the worse possible way."
Her laughter didn't make his desire any less marked. He was really going to kill her for this one, he really was.
o-o-o-o
"Congratulations, Harry! Happy Birthday!" Harry smiled as Remus thumped him on the back. Tonks winked at him from underneath her vivid, multi-colored hair. She looked a bit like a punk music fan that had gone off her nut, but Harry didn't say anything. She and Remus looked happy, and right they should be, since they'd just come back from their honeymoon.
"Shouldn't you two be setting up house somewhere?" Harry asked, as Tonks leaned in for her own hug.
"Nah. Remus can do that anytime," she said, looking fondly at her husband. "And goodness knows he doesn't want me anywhere near all the china and breakables!"
"Besides, which," Remus said, giving his wife an affectionate look, "we wouldn't miss your birthday party for anything. Especially since Molly told us we'd made the guest list."
Harry chuckled. "Yes, she and Ginny did a good job of keeping it strictly to people I actually care about I have to admit."
"Where is Ginny?" Tonks asked, looking around. "I would have thought she'd have whisked you away for a quiet evening at home by now."
I wish, Harry thought. He glanced around the room pretending to look, but he knew exactly where she was. And what she wearing. He swallowed, feeling his face heat and caught Remus giving him an interesting look.
"She's around somewhere," Harry lied. "And we came late, so Molly's just got around to getting the cake cut. You two haven't missed much."
"Oi! Wotcher, Charlie!" Tonks said warmly as the Weasley brother crossed their path on the way to the kitchen. Harry smiled as Remus and Tonks joined hands and sauntered further into the room. He ducked outside and released a deep breath, glad for the evening air. He was thankful the party was small, but even so...
He smiled as the fairy lights twinkled in the Weasley's garden and decided to sit down on the stone gate that Mrs Weasley had put in (in an effort to give the usual colony of gnomes more trouble with getting into the yard). The stone felt cold, even through his clothes. He hoped it would take away some of the heat he still felt coursing through his body every time he thought of his wife and the way she'd teased him.
Harry knew he should get her back with a little trick and teasing of his own, but he actually didn't care to prolong it any. He wanted her. Very much. And it was torture to sit through his own birthday gathering, just waiting to be alone with her. Harry could laugh at himself about it though - he was happy to have this sort of problem more than any other and he looked forward to finally getting to unwrap his final present of the day.
"Harry?"
He looked up and smiled. "Hi, Hermione."
"What's wrong?" his friend asked, coming to sit down along side him.
"Nothing, just needed some air."
"It is a bit hot in there, isn't it?"
"I would assume that has something to do with George and Fred lighting those twenty-two large candles."
Hermione laughed. "They were rather big, weren't they? Where do you think they got them?"
Harry shook his head. "I don't want to know."
"So. Have you had a good day today?" Hermione asked in a far too nonchalant voice and Harry gave her an amused look.
"You know exactly what kind of day I've had. You helped her plan it, you minx."
Hermione's face widened as though in shock and then her cheeks turned red as she nodded. "Oh, I know. It was awful of us, wasn't it? But Ginny did so want to surprise you with something and I suggested she take you along to pick it out..."
"Oh! So it's you I have to blame!" Harry exclaimed, feigning anger. "I ought to tell your husband what you've been up to. Indulging my wife in her evil, seducing ways."
Before Hermione could answer and almost as though on cue, Ron's voice called from the doorway. "Hey, what are you two doing?"
They looked up as he came out, holding a goblet of Butterbeer. Hermione spoke before Harry.
"Harry needed some air. I thought I'd keep him company. Come, sit here." She gave Harry a warning look as though that would make him be quiet. Harry shook his head; even though he'd been teased relentlessly by his wife, he still thought he'd had the best birthday ever and he wasn't about to be cross with Hermione about it. He squeezed her arm to let her know it was okay.
As the three of them sat together, Ron looked around, amazement on his face.
"Blimey, this garden has grown tiny."
"It's the new gate," Harry said, nodding. "It makes it feel more closed in."
"Is that what it is?" Ron asked, frowning. "I just thought it was because we're all tall now and grown up."
"Well, that too," Harry said, laughing.
"Hey, remember the first time you came here, Harry?" Ron asked, smiling. "And mum told us to do a de-gnoming and you didn't know what that was...?"
Harry smiled, remembering. But he wasn't thinking of gnomes; he was thinking of the first time that he'd ever met Ginny. Well, properly that is. He'd said 'hello' and she'd turned as bright as the setting sun with embarrassment. He'd have to remind her of that one later.
"I suppose we should go back in," Hermione said, sighing.
Harry glanced at her. "Should I be offended that my best friend doesn't seem interested in my party?"
Hermione smiled. "It's not that, it's just...I know a certain little redhead who wants to get you home."
"Mum said Harry can stay as long as he wants tonight," Ron said, frowning. "Maybe you should sleep in your old room. And Ginny can stay in hers." Hermione and Harry both stared at him.
Ron caught their look and shrugged. "I thought I'd try. Even I know I can't stop you from doing anything. Especially tonight."
"Especially tonight?" Harry asked, raising his eyebrow at his friend. "How about every night. We're bloody well married, Ron. We can do things whenever we want. And how often we want."
Hermione went very still besides him. Ron puffed out his cheeks as though he had something to say to contradict Harry and then he released a long, slow breath.
"Right. Well, have at it, then, Harry. Erm, well, have at her. As much as the mental image of Ginny doing anything remotely sexual pains me, I do suppose that as your best mate, I should at least wish you well with getting lucky on your birthday."
Harry blinked at Ron. "Does this mean that you and Ginny have ended the war?"
Ron made a face. "War? What war? I just like to wind her up. I love seeing her get defensive about things like that. It's funny, actually. I don't know why no one ever laughs. It's bloody brilliant."
Hermione and Harry looked at each other and Hermione shook her head in dismay.
Harry stood up and looked at his friends. "Ron, never let Ginny hear you say that. She'll hex you into next week." He paused and then put his hand on his friend's shoulder. "But thanks, mate. I appreciate your...good will."
Ron grinned and took a drink. Harry caught a glimpse of Ginny standing at the window, talking to Luna and George. The golden light of the candles made it seem as though there was fire in her very hair - it danced behind her as she laughed, throwing her head back. She turned and noticed him watching her, a small smile now playing on her face.
Harry knew it was time to start saying their goodbyes.
o-o-o-o
"Do you want the good news or the bad news?" Ginny asked as they arrived home. Harry levitated the bag with his birthday presents (Hermione had given him that pair of gloves he'd wanted) over to their kitchen counter and looked at her.
"There's bad news?"
Ginny, who was chewing on her bottom lip, nodded slowly.
"Well, let me have it then," Harry said, pulling his shirt out of his jeans. He started to remove his shoes. He wanted to be naked as quickly as possible.
"I'm not going to be wearing the red piece from today."
Harry looked up, surprised. He'd been imagining that feisty little number all evening. He felt disappointment course through him.
"Oh," he said, trying not to frown. "But I thought you bought something at that shop?"
"Oh, I did," Ginny said, nodding. "But I have something else in mind for tonight. That is, if you don't mind?"
Harry grinned and moved forward, putting his hands on her hips. "All I've been thinking tonight is red, red, red."
Ginny looked up at him, smiling. "You're lucky I have red hair, Harry. You can get away with that statement."
Harry laughed and lowered his head to kiss her. It'd been too long since he'd done that and he liked the feeling. They moved together and before he'd realised it, he had her pressed up against the wall of their kitchen. Ginny broke the kiss first, breathing heavily. Harry realised then that he wasn't the only who'd been anticipating getting home; it was nice to see that he could affect her just as much.
She moved her hands up to his hair, her fingers pulling lightly but firmly as she curled a piece of it around her finger. Her lips were full and begging to be kissed and Harry wasn't in the mood to make her wait. They kissed again, and Ginny made a small moan at the back of her throat as he leaned into her.
"Oh, you're going to make me want to say sod what I have in the bag upstairs, aren't you?" she asked, pulling slightly on his head.
Harry grinned and waggled his eyebrows. "I don't think I can wait much longer to get you naked."
"Really?" Ginny asked coyly. "And what will I be doing once I am?"
Harry moved his mouth to her neck and kissed his way slowly up to her ear. "You'll be on all fours in front of me."
Ginny sighed and trembled underneath his touch. "Hmm, Harry's Favorite Way number five. It's one of mine too."
Harry pulled back. "Then what the bloody hell are we waiting for?"
Ginny laughed. Regrettably, she moved away from him and made a 'tsk tsk' noise.
"Just give me a few moments in the bathroom. Go on and make yourself comfortable."
"You know I can only fall asleep after sex," Harry said playfully, moving in to kiss her again.
"Not that comfortable," Ginny said, giggling. She pushed him away. "Go. In front of me."
"You don't trust me back there, do you?" Harry asked, smirking as he started up the stairs.
"I wouldn't say that," she said, moving slowly behind him. He looked down at her when he reached the top.
"What would you say then?"
Grinning widely, Ginny nodded at him. "I like seeing that cute bum of yours in those jeans, what can I say?"
"This old thing?" Harry said, putting his hand on his backside. Ginny laughed and pushed him forward gently. They entered their bedroom and Ginny picked up the bag they'd dropped off earlier. She smiled at him.
"I'll just be a moment. I have to wrap your gift."
Harry sat down on the bed. "Which one is this? Number three?"
"I hope you think I saved the best for last," Ginny said demurely.
"I'm certain you did," Harry said, pulling his shirt off. "Although I think I was a goner after number one."
"Hush," Ginny said. She giggled as she disappeared behind the door to their loo.
Harry finished undressing, but he kept his boxers on. Now since he was here, in their room, he found that he actually did want to draw it out as long as he could.
Eagerness coursed through him and he was exited, but the idea of exploring Ginny and the item she'd purchased was an even richer prize than just going at it first thing. It had been more than nice to fantasize about her all evening - he hadn't thought of work or even the rest of the world. Of course, he'd never tell Ginny that her teasing had been exactly what he'd needed today; he'd never live it down. He propped the pillows up on their bed and threw a few of them towards the end, so she would have something underneath her, eventually. He had every intention of taking her every way he wanted tonight until they both passed out from too much pleasure...or exhaustion, whichever one came first.
"Okay, close your eyes, birthday boy," she called out huskily from the opened door of the loo and Harry laughed.
"Birthday boy? Can't I just take off my glasses? You'll be all fuzzy."
"No, I want the full effect of you opening your eyes and seeing me, in focus," Ginny said, laughing.
Harry shook his head but did as asked and sat down, with his back against the headboard. He folded his hands in his lap and closed his eyes.
"Eyes are dutifully closed, my love."
"No peeking," Ginny warned.
"Auror's honour."
"There's no such thing as an Auror's honour and you know it. Give me your word, you git."
Harry shook his head, but said in a serious voice. "I give you my word that I will not see before it is time."
It must have satisfied her because he heard the door creak open and could tell she was moving around the room, doing something else. After a few moments, silence fell once again and Harry bit his lip, anticipating what he would see when he opened his eyes.
"All right, I'm ready."
Harry opened his eyes and blinked; she'd dimmed the lights a bit, making it darker than before. He'd been prepared to offer a witty retort upon seeing her, but whatever he'd meant to say left his head as his eyes found her. She was standing in front of the bed, red hair undone and flowing behind her in a wild mess (to this day Harry still had no idea how she was able to get her hair to look so many different ways with just a few taps of her wand). He was glad she had saved this outfit for home, because he was certain he definitely would not have been able to make it otherwise.
It was a soft pink bodystocking that tied at her neck and stretched downward over her body. It appeared to hide everything and yet still show enough to make his mouth go extremely dry. His eyes followed it down over her breasts; two soft curves begging to be touched and he could just make out the darker shade of her nipples underneath the lace. It tapered easily underneath her to stretch tautly across her small waist and hips, and then down into the v-shape of her sex. She moved out from in front of the bed to show that she had managed to finally get the shoes on that she'd wanted earlier - they were the same pink colour with two straps wrapped tenderly around her ankles.
"Happy birthday, Harry," Ginny said, almost shyly. She turned around and Harry sucked in a low breath. The back was just as exquisite as the front. He saw the fabric stretched tightly over the swell of her backside and forgot who he was for a moment. Almost as though knowing the reaction she as causing, she bent over and looked at him, a smile on her upside down face.
"Want to unwrap me now or later?"
"Guh," Harry said and then blinked rapidly. Ginny brought her head back up and smiled, as though pleased with herself. She moved slowly towards him, full of feline grace and ferocity.
"Or maybe you just want to touch?" she asked playfully, leaning on the bed. Harry felt powerless to do anything but watch and knew again, that was exactly how she'd wanted it. She made her way up to him, moving her legs over his body, but being very careful not to touch him too much. When she was over him completely, like a cat ready to pounce on a bowl of cream, she leaned forward, her face inches from his.
"I'm sorry I teased you so badly today," she said softly, her brown eyes wide. Harry could count the freckles across the bridge of her nose.
"I liked it," he said, hoarsely.
"Did you? I didn't make it too difficult, did I? I wanted you so badly in that shop..." Ginny's voice trailed off and she smiled as she bowed her head, lowering her mouth to his chest. Harry let his head roll back and closed his eyes as he released a low breath that came out in a hissing noise.
"It was torture, watching you at my parent's house...just wanting to throw you into a cupboard somewhere upstairs and have you take me like you wanted." Ginny's mouth continued moving to the other side of his chest and he bit his lip, watching her move in the bodystocking. He brought a hand slowly up to rest along her side, pleased that the stocking felt as soft as it looked. He let his hand travel downwards, until he reached her bum and then he squeezed her wonderful fullness.
Ginny brought her head up to gaze at him, an intense look in her eyes that seemed to shake him to his core. Only for him did she look like that; only for him did she do the things she did. It filled Harry with pride and the feeling of something else - ownership - and yet he knew that Ginny was completely something other than just his to own. She was his the way that he was hers - neither of them owned the other, but they belonged completely to each other. He could not have chosen a better partner for himself if he had tried; he was fortunate that she had seen something in him that he'd never known was there until after she'd come into his life. She was his passion and his spark - his greatest comfort and his most private pleasure.
"I love you," Harry said, feeling choked up suddenly. She smiled gently and leaned forward, capturing his lips in a kiss that seemed to sear right through him. They fell together, all thoughts of playing leaving them both as they rolled over on the bed. She had been right; the feeling of the lace against his skin turned him on even more.
"Oh, I wanted to go slow," Ginny said, her hands reaching for his boxers.
"I know," Harry murmured against the side of her head. "So did I."
"But I don't anymore," she said as the cool air touched his skin. He sucked in a harsh breath as her hands found him, her fingernails teasing him momentarily. She stroked him only a few times before he was more than ready and he moved his mouth to her breast, to suckle it into his mouth through the fabric. As much as he wanted to be inside of her, he would not forgo this little taste of her. He pushed his glasses out of the way and groaned as he buried his head in between her breasts, his tongue hungry for the taste of her skin.
"Harry, Harry..." Ginny repeated his name, her voice like music to his ears and he moved his mouth down further, trailing it over her body. He tried to slow down, but he couldn't. He reached her mound and looked up at her, meeting her gaze as he moved his mouth to cover it. His tongue slid in between the lacy folds of fabric and he found her warm to the touch. With a slight flick of his tongue she bucked, already eager for him. He watched as her head fell back, her breasts rising and falling with the sharp intake of her breath. She tasted sweet and salty, and already so wet that he knew he didn't have to do this, but he persisted, loving the way her body moved. The lace of the bodystocking stretched across her, her nipples two full points of arousal. She moaned, a deep throaty sound that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Harry loved nothing better than to make her sound like that.
Her legs rubbed against him, and he felt the sharp point of her shoe dig into his back and it made some of the fuzziness in his brain ebb away. He held onto her with both hands on her hips and moved forward with his mouth again, determined to bring her first, this way. Her hands reached for his head, pulling on his hair and he closed his lips around her clit again, sucking it into his mouth. He felt the sweet wetness of her body around him as the soft lace rubbed his face. Harry moved one hand down and pushed her legs apart further, edging it in between them. He pulled back and let his fingers do the work for a moment while Ginny's body began to shake. Licking his lips, he moved his mouth back into position and went in for the final kiss. She shook, her hips moving in time with his fingers inside her and she screamed when he closed his lips around her, her body rising ardently from the bed, her back arched.
Ginny cursed and moaned and writhed underneath him until he stopped, pulling away from her. Harry fumbled for his glasses and slipped them as he propped himself above her. Her face was hidden underneath the fierce tangle of her hair and her breath was coming in short, uneven gasps. He watched her body, feeling his desire return as though it had never left, and he ached to be buried deep within her. He knew how smooth and honeyed she must be now, after coming so completely. She finally turned her head, her hand pushing her hair out the way, gazing up at him.
"You are brilliant," she said, sounding out of breath.
Harry swallowed and kissed her, teasing her and biting her lower lip. She pulled back slightly and worked her tongue around his face.
"My, my, Harry. I'm all over you," she said, grinning.
"Hmm," he said, nuzzling her neck. "I need you. Now."
Ginny understood and shifted underneath him, doing something he couldn't see. She turned and he saw her wand come flying from the bedside table. She aimed it at herself and then suddenly her legs were widening as he guided himself inward. Harry released a breath as he entered her, the heat and fineness of her body surrounding him immediately. He had been right; her body felt like silk around his - so smooth and perfect, not the slightest hint of resistance. He watched her as he thrust forward, the top half of the bodystocking rubbing against his chest.
"You feel so good," Harry murmured, lowering his mouth to hers.
"I love you," she whispered as they moved, both of their bodies fighting to keep the rhythm as slow as they could. Harry felt the familiar tightness in his stomach and tried to think of anything other than how incredible it felt to be inside her. He bowed his head and kissed her shoulder, the salty-sweat of her skin tasting like candy on his tongue.
"Want to wait," he said unevenly, not even certain if he was making sense. He felt her hands on his back, her nails a rough contrast to the fluidness of the rest of her. Ginny's legs rubbed against his and then he felt her shift, bringing them up higher.
"Deeper," she said, her eyes boring into his.
Harry gritted his teeth, nodding. And even though it pained him to move, he released a breath and pulled out of her so that she could swing her legs up to his shoulders. But the movement made the tingling pleasure in his body ebb a bit and when he entered her again, he was more in control. He watched her as he pushed all the way in and then pulled out, a look of concentration on her face as she watched their bodies joining. He realised she must have cast a Disrobing Charm earlier, to remove the bottom half over her stocking. He gripped her bare legs in his hands as he moved his hips, and she moaned, arching on the bed underneath him. He knew she was almost gone again and he urged her on, pushing in even deeper than before.
Her eyes were closed, and Harry suddenly wanted to see her as he made her come again. "Open your eyes, Ginny; look at me," he said softly.
Her brown eyes flashed open, full of wonder and pleasure as she met his gaze. She threw her arms back behind her and he shook at the sight, his body needing release. But it felt too good to Harry to be moving inside of her so he held on to the last of his will power, cursing inside his head.
Almost as though sensing his need, Ginny gave him her blazing look again and reached out her hand to him.
"Talk to me, Harry," she said, her voice low with want.
"Love you," he said, pushing forward again. "Need you...so...much. So beautiful, so...oh, fuck!" Harry exclaimed as her body contracted around his. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and he was lost, unable to deny himself anymore. His movements were uneven, but he didn't care, and he felt his release rush out of him and into her and they both tumbled into everything and nothing...together.
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Harry opened his eyes, the ceiling coming into blurry half-focus above him. Yawning, he turned to see what time it was from the bedside clock. The bright red number blinked out at him - twelve eighteen am. The lights that Ginny had lit earlier had all but gone out, and after concentrating for a moment, his wand was in his hand and he aimed it at the far wall and the candle burst into bright light before settling into a soft glow. A hold over from his nightmare days, he now always liked to sleep with at least a little light in the room.
The body next to him moved and then murmured something. He smiled and turned on his side, pulling the sheet up around them. He watched her for a moment, sleeping so contentedly, and almost felt bad for what he was about to do next.
But fair was fair, and Harry had been waiting for weeks. He moved his hand under the sheet and then under her nightgown, moving slowly. She hadn't worn knickers, lucky for him, and he teased her briefly there before moving his hand up towards her breasts. She moaned and turned, moving onto her back and he grinned. He was just about to lower his mouth to her body when he realised she was staring at him in confusion.
"Harry?" she asked, her voice rough with sleep.
He leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose.
"Happy Birthday, Ginny. Are you ready for gift number one?"
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