CelinaGryffindor Prompt- Ginny is engaged to Dean / Neville. Luna tries to convince her to have an adventure before the big day. what Ginny did not imagine is that the new sexy employee of the twin brothers would be her chosen one and that she would have her first o*** (of many) standing in the back of the store receiving the best oral sex of her life.
Harry is not rich, he never went to Hogwarts and was raised by Remus. He lives in the apartment above the store.

Liking the thorough prompts :D

To everyone that has provided me with prompts that they have been hoping to see up here. I promise you that I am working on them. In fact, I just compiled a list on a single document for those prompt suggestions so that I could be sure I hadn't left any out. The inspiration for how to come at the stories just hits me at different times.

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Cause and Effect

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Ginny was having a great time. Of course she was! She was out on the town with her girlfriends and she was celebrating.

Her boyfriend of three years had proposed last night!

Her boyfriend that she had started dating off and on at Hogwarts. But the three years that she was counting, that was since the last time that they had broken up. So… technically they'd been together for five years if you included that one year they spent apart while he was seeing other people.

She had dated a bit then too! He wasn't the only person seeing what else was out there.

Problem was that while he was out and about in the real world during that time, she was still finishing her NEWT year at Hogwarts and had a limited selection of men to choose from.

And she did love him! She had said yes to the proposal. Her mum was happy, her dad congratulated them both. Her friends all immediately started asking about when the wedding was going to be.

Everyone was happy for her.

Everyone except for Luna.

Luna never had the same response as anyone else. She was one to forgo social convention and tell you exactly what she thought of a situation. She was a creature of her own kind. And what was this lovely creatures response to hearing that Ginny and Dean were getting married you ask? Well, her forehead crinkled up and the exact words she used were 'but I thought he hadn't ever given you an orgasm?'

Ginny didn't quite know what to say to that. Perhaps she shouldn't have ever shared that little piece of information with Luna, but Luna just had a way of pulling information out of people and after Ginny had a few drinks in her she couldn't be held accountable for what she said.

And, well. It was true.

She wasn't entirely sure that Dean had ever given her an orgasm. Not the one's that she read about in her romance novels anyhow.

Their go 'rounds in the sack were enjoyable enough. He certainly finished, and she did too, but she felt like she always had to do the bulk of the work and her finish was something she really had to fight for. It had been like she was cresting a hill and then she did, and that was it.

Luna was out dancing with them tonight and she was just as spirited as the rest of them.

Ginny had consumed ten shots over the course of the six hours that they had been out. She'd eaten before hand and remembered to have water, so by the time the bar lights came on to indicate that it was time for everyone to go home she was riding more of a high from the nights activities than from inebriation.

The other girls had all found gentleman to escort them home and wandered off, save for Luna.

Luna was a beautiful girl, but her spontaneous dance moves were good at scaring off any interested suitors.

The two of them stepped out into the night air with linked arms. It was dark and damp outside in the 3 a.m. atmosphere that was London. The crisp chill felt good on her sweaty skin.

"So, how long do you think you'll let it drag on?" Luna asked her casually.

"Let what drag on?" Ginny asked distractedly as she watched the rest of the people around them pair up and disapparate while the two of them walked on down towards Diagon Alley.

"The engagement. You aren't actually going to marry him, are you?"

Ginny stopped in her tracks then, forcing Luna to stop as well since they were still linked arm. "Why would you ask something like that?"

Luna gave her a peering look. The same look she always gave when she knew someone was doing something questionable and it always felt like she was looking into their soul. "You may have grown to love him. But you aren't in love with him. You know it."

She most certainly did not know it! Her and Dean had a good rhythm to their relationship and she did love him. They got on wonderfully and had for three years, who wouldn't call that love? "So, you think I'm settling?" Ginny asked angrily.

Luna sighed, "I know you're settling. Dean is a nice man, Ginny. But everyone deserves that kind of love that sweeps them off their feet. At the very least, you deserve someone that has you crying out in pleasure every once in a while."

Ginny didn't quite know how to respond to that. Instead of saying anything she just continued walking beside Luna. They were heading to Luna's flat on Diagon Alley.

The whole rest of the walk there both of them remained silent. Well, Luna was humming happily to herself, Ginny was silent though, and thinking, slightly fuming.

Thing was, as strange as Luna was, she was generally right about these things.

Ginny had only ever been with Dean, physically. She'd dated one person before him, and Dean had been an immensely better boyfriend. The two dates she had with other boys during her final year of school were inconsequential. She supposed she hadn't really been interested in seeing what else was out there after that. She and Dean had worked well together. They rarely fought, and when they did it was because he was too much of a gentleman.

What the hell kind of a think was that to complain about?

They'd still been living separately so there was that extra step that she might want to take before their wedding.

It was a bit soon to start actually planning the wedding though, wasn't it? She'd had the ring for just over 24 hours. She wasn't even wearing it right now because it needed to get properly sized so it wouldn't slip off her finger.

There were all those stories about how lucky people were to marry their best friend. And Dean was essentially one of her best friends, one that she went to bed with, one that she cooked with, laughed with, was comfortable with.

That all added up to them having a nice life together, didn't it?

Trust Luna to throw doubt into this happy occasion.

Once they reached Luna's flat, a four floor walk up near Knockturn Alley, Ginny went straight for her drink selection above the ice box. If they were going to go over the negative ramifications of her marrying the man she had been with for so long then she needed more alcohol in her to find the confidence to say it all.

The first shot of Firewhiskey burned down her throat and she stared calculatingly at her friend.

Luna looked the picture of innocence standing across the counter from her with that vacant smile of hers on her face, blue eyes shining brightly.

"Passion then?" Ginny asked her. "That's what you think is missing most from my relationship with Dean?"

"Do you think that your relationship is perfect the way it is? You don't feel like you're missing out on anything?" Luna asked her seriously. "Because the way I look at it, you and Dean are more akin to friends who have settled and occasionally shag, which has tricked your minds and bodies into thinking that this will work out between you."

Ginny continued to stare at Luna, brow furrowing deeper the longer she looked. Then she took another shot of Firewhiskey. Then another.

"Let me just ask you this then," Luna started. "If he hadn't proposed to you yesterday. If he'd broken it off with you instead. How long do you expect it would take your heart to heal?"

Ginny thought about it. If Dean would have told her they should go their separate ways then she knew it wouldn't kill her. They'd broken up before and she had been sad, but it hadn't torn her apart and it wouldn't have this time either, if that were to have happened.

Damn her! Ginny thought.

"That doesn't mean getting married to him would be a mistake though!" she argued aloud.

"I didn't say it would be. Divorce is becoming quite prevalent. As is the idea of open marriages. It is rather unreasonable to expect one person to be your be-all, end-all. What I am saying though is that you have only experienced one person. You should have more experience. At least know what a real orgasm should feel like."

Now the liquor was kicking in properly and getting all of her thoughts muddled so Ginny felt even more confused.

"I shouldn't stay here tonight," she slurred and helped herself to one last shot. She moved back towards the doorway and pulled her shoes back on. "I'm not mad at you," she told Luna, "I just. I can't keep talking about this. And if I stay here, I'll keep talking about this."

Luna didn't protest, she simply held the door open for Ginny and bid her a goodnight.

Back down the stairs Ginny went and out onto the Alley.

She didn't want to go home though. She was still living at her mum and dad's. If she went home then she would have to talk to them in the morning and that did not sound good.

The twins flat above the shop had a spare bed in it though now that George moved in with Angelina. She could crash there. Fred wouldn't ask too many questions, he was the understanding sort.

She made her way down the Alley towards the Weasley Wizard Wheezes and around to the back entrance to let herself in. Then she climbed another three flights of stairs to get to their flat.

Every bloody flat on this alley was on the third or fourth floor. They should install lifts, she grumbled to herself and let herself into the flat. There were locks and wards, but she was keyed into all of them. So far as she knew it was just her, the twins and Charlie that had unquestioned access into this flat. Ron, Percy and Bill all had to announce themselves. That made Ginny happy.

Quiet as she could she sluffed off her heels and tiptoed through the flat to George's old room. It was incredibly dark but she didn't dare light her wand. Once she made it into the bedroom she cast a silencing spell on the door so that Fred wouldn't wake her in the morning by banging around pots and pans or anything. Then she pulled off her shirt and tight trousers and slipped under the blanket where it was so cozy and warm and drifted off to sleep right away.

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This was a situation Harry had never found himself in before.

Usually when he woke up with a beautiful girl in his bed he remembered getting her there the night before. But he hadn't even been drinking last night, he'd been too dead tired to need a drink in order to get himself to sleep.

And if he was to talk a girl into his bed at his new flat, it certainly wouldn't have been the sister of his new boss's.

Harry recognized this girl. The hair alone was a dead give away of who she was, let alone the fact that he'd been instantly attracted to her just seeing her picture up in the main room of his new flat and her image had stuck out in his mind.

Why she had slipped into his bed in the middle of the night was a mystery.

He had been very grateful to Fred and George for not only giving him the job at their shop, but giving him a place to stay as well as part of the deal. He'd been sure to work extra hard and long hours to prove just how grateful he was. They were great blokes. Quick to laugh and smile, quick to initiate him into their business by pranking him. He truly hadn't minded having the rainbow-colored hair for a full day. It got the customers to smile and he wound up selling quite a bit of that product.

He didn't want to repay them by making them think he was shagging their sister!

He certainly wouldn't have minded otherwise, she was a beauty. She was also a Quidditch player and that was hot. That on top of the fact that it had been over a year since he'd last seen anyone made him getting carefully out of bed all the more difficult.

For a moment there he had contemplated simply feigning sleep and curling up against her. Just to have his arms around someone that looked and smelled like her would have been nice.

She was out cold though, and that would have been very creepy.

Quiet as he could he got out of bed and pulled his clothes from the dresser before slipping out of his room.

Fred was in the kitchen, he could hear pots and pans clanging around from this side of the door. She must have cast a silencing charm last night.

Harry looked back and forth between the kitchen and his closed bedroom door, wondering what he should say. It would look very bad if she came out of his room and Fred saw. So, the truth was probably best?

Yeah, yeah, the truth.

"Morning," Harry greeted.

"Morning. Look, how do you do that toad in the hole thing? You always get the egg just right," Fred asked with all the ingredients laid out on the counter already.

"Oh, er. Let me take over." He stepped in front of the oven and Fred moved over to grab another mug for some coffee for him. "Er, Fred," he started awkwardly. "Erm. Any chance a few of your family members have access to the flat with out needing to be let in?" Yes, that was a good place to start off.

"Yeah, just two besides George. My brother Charlie, he's the dragon handler what lives in Romania, and Ginny, my sister." He looked up from pouring. "Why?"

"Erm, well. Say one of them had a night out on the town, and then let themselves in instead of Apparating home. Any of them not aware that the room I'm in is now occupied?"

Fred just gazed at him sleepily for a moment and set the coffee pot back down. Then a humorous smile stretched out across his face. "Please tell me it was Charlie! It'll be so much funnier."

Relief swept through Harry. Fred wasn't angry! "No," he chuckled. "It wasn't Charlie. And I swear," he prefaced, "I was so dead tired last night that I didn't realize until I woke up this morning that she was there! She's still passed out!" He indicated in the direction of his bedroom with the spatula.

"Ha!" Fred grinned. "Good! She needed a night out on the town! Never does anything fun that one. She's young and in the prime of her life, but all she does is work, train and spend time doing mundane shit with that boyfriend of hers. No, sorry, 'fiancé' now."

Harry's body gave a lurch at that information. She was getting married? He felt his mood deflate a bit. That meant she was absolutely off limits.

Fred got this look on his face at the mention of the fiancé, like he wasn't the biggest fan of the guy.

"You don't like him then?" Harry couldn't help himself asking.

Fred shrugged. "He and she get on alright, but I certainly didn't think they'd get this far. He's a decent enough bloke, but still." He gave another shrug that indicated the end of his description.

Harry focused on getting their breakfast done. He'd only been living here for a week and a half and it already felt like he'd been living there forever. He was completely comfortable around Fred, and George too for that matter. They reminded him a bit of his uncle Remus with their stories of shenanigan's they'd got up to at Hogwarts.

His uncle had raised him since he was seven and took care of his education. Remus didn't have much money, and not enough to afford the supplies that it took to send him off to Hogwarts. He was also a werewolf so until Harry was seventeen they had to keep his guardianship capacity a secret otherwise Harry would have been taken away from him.

Now that he was in his twenties though it had been time to move out. Harry had taken his NEWTs at the Ministry and did really well on all of his subjects, but in terms of a career nothing really appealed to him. Then he saw that WWW was hiring and went in and spoke to the twins. They had all hit it off wonderfully and hired him on the spot.

"Right then," Fred said as he put his dish in the sink after they had finished eating up their breakfast. "I'm going to go and wake that lovely sister of mine while you hop in the shower." He was rubbing his hands together maliciously but with an eager twinkle in his eye.

Harry was very happy not to be Ginny in that moment. If she had been drunk enough to climb into a bed and pass out without noticing that that bed was already occupied, then no doubt she would have one hell of a hang-over.

As he made his way towards the bathroom he heard a fog horn go off in his bedroom and was unable to give a chuckle and the resounding scream and thump of someone falling down.

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She was so disoriented.

That was bound to happen when one wakes up in an unfamiliar place to an incredibly loud sound attempting to blow out your eardrum though.

Fred had caused the noise, and it resulted in her immediately kicking out and getting him between the legs. Which was absolutely justified in her opinion. He'd been in this situation before himself and she hadn't woken him so harshly!

"Ow! Fuck, what did you do that for?" Fred cried out from the floor.

"Because you bloody deserved it," she moaned and held her head. It didn't hurt too bad. It had just been Firewhiskey she'd been drinking last night, not mixed drinks. It was the mixed, sugary drinks that really killed the next day.

"I deserved it?" he asked, his voice still an octave higher than usual. "You're the one that's been engaged for a day and climbing into strange men's beds in your knickers!"

That part wasn't quite computing with the fogginess in her head. But the sun was coming in through the window so she knew it was time to get some coffee in her and get back home so she rolled out of the bed, unconcerned with Fred seeing her in her knickers and bra since it wasn't any different then her swimsuit, and threw on the first shirt that she managed to get her hands on.

The whiff of scent she received from the soft t-shirt was very pleasant. Something about men's deodorant, it was just so much better than ladies. Just that smell alone made her feel like the shirt was hugging her, protecting her somehow. In the back of her mind she was wondering if she should ask George what deodorant he was using now, because it didn't smell the same as the one all her brothers grew up using.

The front of her mind was screaming for coffee though.

The shirt hung down low on her thighs so it could be considered modest enough for the public space that was Fred's kitchen. She went for the coffee pot and was on her first sip when Fred ambled in and sat himself at the counter on the island opposite her.

"Had a good time last night, did you?" he asked.

Ginny didn't reply right away. Pieces of the previous evening were coming back to her and it wasn't of the dancing and laughing with her friends. It was of Luna questioning whether she was sure about this engagement.

And it was causing her stomach to churn a bit.

"Dry toast," she said without answering him and turned towards the cupboard he would keep it in.

"Shower's free- oh!" said a new man's voice as she was reaching up to the top shelf.

She gave a jolt and looked behind her. Ginny had no idea that someone else was in the flat. Let alone that it was a tall dark and handsome man that was freshly out of the shower. He was fully dressed, but had a towel hanging loose around his neck as his hair was still drip drying.

Now she was very aware of how she was clothed, and that this man's view of her as she stretched up like this to reach the top cabinet meant he could see all of her bare legs, probably had a flash of her knickers as well.

"Hi!" she blurted out loudly and spun around, tugging the shirt back down from where it had started bunching at her sides. "I, er. How are you?" Who are you, was the real question she had in her mind.

Fred was straight, right? She was pretty sure he was, but whether or not he indulged in some curiosity for his own gender now and again he certainly hadn't told her about.

Not that she could blame him for this one.

Now that Ginny was looking at him properly she saw that he was tall, lean and had the greenest eyes she'd ever seen. They can't have been contacts or something, he was wearing glasses. It could have been a glamor charm though.

"Harry, Ginny. Ginny, Harry," Fred introduced. "And now it is my turn for a shower." That was all he said before he walked off leaving the two of them there together.

"Hi," he greeted with a shy smile.

"Hello," she replied bashfully. She still needed to get some toast into her, but now she didn't want to reach up and grab the bread loaf because she would undoubtedly give Mr. Handsome another clear view of her derriere.

"Would you mind?" she asked and pointed upwards, asking him to grab it for her.

He caught what she was asking immediately and came over, reaching up and pulling the bread down. Ginny hadn't found it in herself to move though, so she was still standing there, only an inch away from him when he lowered the bread down to the counter. And she was still standing there when he looked down at her as she was looking up at him.

And that was exactly how they were standing when the Floo burst to life and spat Dean Thomas out into the living room. The living room that was separated from the kitchen only by the kitchen island and gave anyone coming through the Floo and unobstructed view of who was in the kitchen.

"Dean," Ginny said his name in surprise.

Dean said nothing for a moment. He just looked back and forth between her and Harry, then down her form, registering what she was wearing.

"Luna told me you were here." He spoke slowly and clearly. "Who is this?" he asked, pointing at Harry.

"Oh, um. This is," she turned back to him and their eyes locked, then they both took a silent step away from each other.

"I'm Harry," he answered for her. "I'm Fred's roommate."

What? Ginny was confused. When did Fred get a new roommate?

"Uhuh," Dean said, calling Ginny's attention back over to him. "And is that your shirt?" he asked now pointing at what she was wearing.

Ginny looked down at the shirt adorning her. The fantastic smelling shirt. It had a Puddlemere United logo on it which was not something either of the twins would have worn considering they were Wasp fans.

"Er, yeah," Harry said, his hand going to ruffle the hair at the back of his head.

"Uhuh," Dean said once more, this time with an extra bit of conviction in his tone. "And, Ginny? Where exactly did you sleep last night?"

She was frozen though. What was that Fred said about her climbing into strange men's beds when she had been rudely woken up just ten minutes ago?

Surely she hadn't…

But slowly her eyes turned wide and moved across the room from her fiancé to the other man in the room.

"Are you FUCKING kidding me?" Dean burst out.

"Nothing happened!" both Ginny and Harry attempted to assure him at the same time.

"Right, yeah. That sounds plausible," Dean scoffed. "You go out for a night of drinking with the girls, you say. Just wanted to celebrate, you said. Spending the night at Luna's, you said. Then I find you here, dressed like this? And you spent the night in bed with him?"

"No, Dean! I swear!" Ginny started.

"You know what? Save it," he held up his one hand and fished in his pocket with the other. "I just got this back from the jeweler, but I guess it isn't yours anymore, is it?"

Her protests then fell on deaf ears as Dean turned on the spot and Apparated out of the flat. Then she was just left staring at the air in the middle distance in shock.

Harry was saying something to her, but it just sounded like white noise. Then she turned to him and took in his somewhat frantic expression. "What?"

"I said, he wasn't listening. He was just in shock. I'm sure we can just sit him down and explain. Fred too!"

She was nodding absently, not really registering what he'd said.

Yes, the situation he walked in on looked bad, but he just called off their engagement so quickly. If the situation were reversed then… then… well, then she probably would have done exactly the same thing.

A giggle escaped her. Then another.

"Oh, this is not something to be laughing about!" she tried to control herself.

"What's so funny?" Fred asked coming back into the room. "What was that yelling I heard?"

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Ginny let herself into the lobby of Dean's building and went up to his flat. She was sure that once he heard what had actually happened, as far-fetched as it sounded, he would understand that it was all just a misunderstanding.

If he had been two minutes earlier or later showing up at Fred's flat then he would have known that nothing had happened between she and Harry.

She rapped on the door and it was a full minute before it was answered. She had heard some faint shuffling around on the other side and was ready to launch into the explanation immediately. Except that it was not Dean that opened the door.

It was Padma Patil.

And she was not fully dressed.

"Padma?" Ginny asked, dumbfounded.

"Ginny," she inclined her head. "What are you doing here?"

Ginny could only blink at her a few times as she attempted to wrap her head around what was potentially going on with Padma and Dean. "I came to talk to Dean. What are you doing here?"

Padma gave a quiet scoff. "Housekeeping," she blatantly lied.

"Did he just go running straight to you after breaking it off with me?" Ginny asked incredulously.

"You were cheating on him," Padma pointed out.

Her eyes narrowed. "No, actually. I wasn't. It was a complete misunderstanding. That guy that he met this morning, that was after about ten seconds after me speaking to him for the first time. Whatever Dean though happened, didn't. But this," she indicated to Padma's state of dress, "this is crystal fucking clear, isn't it?"

Dean came out from the bedroom having heard what she'd said. "You're telling me you didn't shag him? Not even a snog?" he scoffed.

"That's exactly what I'm saying," Ginny bit out. "But clearly if you could turn right around and do this, then you weren't that heartbroken about the idea, were you?"

"Yeah, you know what?" he started getting indignant. "I'm not heartbroken. I don't know what I was thinking proposing to you. It's not like you seemed to care too much, or ever put out often enough."

"I might have if you were any good at it!" she countered. "But that's her problem now," she pointed at Padma. "Good luck with him, you'll need it! You'll also need a vibrator!" she made sure to shout that last part for anyone listening in to hear.

Unbelievable, Ginny thought as she stomped away out of the building. She thought that their relationship had been more than just a romantic one, she thought that they were friends too. But if he could do this and look as nonplussed as he just had...

She didn't know where to go or what to do right now.

Ginny didn't want to go home. If she did she would have to tell her mother what happened. She didn't feel like going to see Luna just then either because then she'd tell her the story and wasn't feeling up to admitting that Luna was right, she and Dean hadn't been meant to last forever.

And she was too angry to spend time with any of her other friends right now.

It was her off season so she didn't even have access to a Quidditch Pitch to blow off steam in either. Her hang over wasn't completely gone so day drinking was out.

Thus, Ginny just wandered. She walked all around London for half the day, not paying attention to anything in particular and just walking.

By the time she found herself in front of the Twins shop she was exhausted. It was near their closing time, so her hopes were that she could simply hang out with Fred and maybe George would stick around after close too. The two of them were always good at cheering people up, her in particular. Hell, they'd made an impressive business for themselves out of their ability to make people smile.

The tingle of the bell over the door sounded out when she pushed it open. She was glad it was that sound today, they changed it up sometimes so that the door would moo or make other irritating noises. A tingle of bells she could deal with right now.

The store was empty. It was a half hour to closing after all, and with all the students being away at Hogwarts, Diagon Alley wasn't a hot spot for pranksters after hours on a Wednesday in the Spring.

"Hello?" Ginny called out through the store.

A head popped out over the railing of the second floor. It was Harry.

Right.

She had actually forgot about him.

As she watched him walk down the staircase she wondered how exactly it was that she could have possibly forgotten about him. He was the reason, through no part of his own, for all of what happened today.

And he looked so appealing.

The way he managed to pull of maroon would certainly make her brother Ron jealous. In fact, the outfit that Harry was currently wearing looked like it might have been Ron's at one point when he was working at the shop part-time.

"Hey," Harry grinned at her. "Fancy seeing you here again. Alright?" he asked.

All she could do was blink at him for a moment as she tried to figure out an answer to that question. "I'm… well, I'm still standing." It was the best she could offer.

"Oh," he settled back against the railing at the base of the stairs. "He wasn't understanding then?" he asked sympathetically.

She shook her head. "No, and he'd-" She gave pause, not knowing if she should continue and share this part.

Fuck it. What did she care if he knew?

"He'd already moved on," she told him.

Harry's lips parted as his jaw dropped slightly. "Excuse me?"

"He'd already moved on," she repeated. "I went to talk to him and tell him clearly what had happened and he wasn't the one to answer the door. It was someone from his year at school. Another girl. And being the idiot that I am I didn't want to jump to conclusions like he had over her state of undress, so I flat out asked if they'd been shagging and it was a 'yes'."

"Just like that?" Harry asked incredulously.

"Just like that," she echoed succinctly.

Ginny stood there and watched as Harry opened his mouth a few times to say something, but stopped himself from getting it out. After a few moments of this her shoulders dropped and she tilted her head sideways.

"Go on," she told him. "Just say it. As an innocent bystander in this I'm sure you have certain speculations I might be interested in hearing."

He blurted it out then for her. "If he's moved on that quickly and couldn't be bothered to talk to you properly, isn't it better that it's over now instead of later?"

Ginny just closed her eyes and took in a deep breath through the nose. "Yep, that's exactly what I was expecting."

"Sorry."

She waved off his apology, "don't be. That is exactly what has been running through my mind all day. And honestly, that was something that was brought up last night by my friend which was why I decided to sleep here instead of at hers."

Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets and gave her a few nods but offered nothing else by way of condolence or encouragement to keep talking about it. And why should he, it was her love life that had just blown up and they had only met that morning.

"Are Fred or George here?" she asked.

"No. George went off with Angelina and Fred fancied a pint and trying to pick up a girl at the pub. I'm closing up tonight. Shortly actually."

"Oh." Now she was stuck with the question of where to go and what to do again.

Harry walked around her towards the door and flipped the 'Open' sign to 'Closed'. He then put up the security wards and charmed the curtains all to slide closed before turning back around to her. "Want to give me a hand finishing up in the back? If you aren't in any hurry to go anywhere."

"Please," she sighed with relief. "I really don't want to find somewhere else to go."

He gave a hollow chuckle and scratched the back of his head again. "Yeah, I don't reckon that would be a fun story to go over again."

She followed him into the storeroom where there were several boxes laying open and the extra inventory from the store front that was nicely lined up on the shelves.

"I like to leave this part to the end of the night when it's quiet," he told her. "Fulfilling owl orders." He handed her three pieces of parchment. "You're familiar with their products, yeah?"

"They've added to it over the years since I used to help them out for pocket money, but I think I'll do alright."

Having a mindless task like this was good. There were thirty orders to get through and some were for four or so items, some were for more than twenty.

"Holy Merlin!" Ginny exclaimed when she got to the tenth order and saw the list of items on there.

"What's wrong?" Harry asked and read the list over her shoulder while she blushed.

"I didn't know they carried a line of items like this! Fetish Fantasy? Dirty Daydreamer? They have sex toys?" she asked him.

Harry started chuckling at how astounded she was. "Of course they do!" he grinned. "They have all the Wonder Witch items, why wouldn't they have a Daydream potion that induces an orgasm? Don't you know your brothers at all?"

"I-it… the Dirty Daydream induces orgasms?" she couldn't help asking before taking a look around the storeroom. "Where exactly is this item?"

Harry rewarded that question with a wry grin. "Ready to move on already, are you?"

She was still looking around to try and spot an area that would hold such a sultry collection of products and couldn't turn on her brain to mouth filter. "He'd've had to give me orgasms in the first place in order for me to have moved on from them." A Dirty Daydream might be a nice way to finish off this day and put her to sleep tonight.

"What?" Harry asked incredulously. "How long were you two together?"

The fact that he was entirely indignant on her behalf had her chuckling a bit about it. "Three years. He was my fist boyfriend," she shook her head at the sadness of it all. It was like something out of a romance novel. Except in a romance novel Harry here would have immediately offered to give her one and it would be all heaving bosoms and ripped shirts and what-not.

"And in all that time he'd never given you one? Not even when he," Harry indicated to the spot between her legs.

Ginny felt herself growing warm. Yes, she had been the one to bring it up, but she hadn't expected to discuss it. "He, um. We, it," she stammered. "Wasn't often that he offered and, well, when he did it wasn't long before he just," she waved her hand in an upwards direction to indicate that Dean didn't spend long enough down there to do anything other than get her started.

They stood there staring at each other as that information sunk into Harry's brain. He stood there looking astounded as she stood there growing more embarrassed.

"You came at least, right?' he blurted out.

Now she was sure her face was a deep, deep red. "Yes," she admitted. "It was just never, you know, mind blowing. Or anything close to what my friends had described. And before you say anything else, know that I had tried to work with him on it. He would just get so disappointed and down on himself whenever I broached the subject."

"And he didn't like going down on you? Please tell me you with-held blow jobs," Harry asked blatantly and fought to keep a laugh at bay.

"Alright," she rolled her eyes. "Yes, glad my sad sex life is so amusing."

"I'm not trying to be amusing, I'm trying to stop myself from going down on you right here to show you what it should be like," he told her straight.

"What?" she asked in astonishment. The paper in her hand slipping to the floor.

"Oh, er," he tried to backpedal. "What I mean is… No," he shook his head. "You should know that it isn't normal for a guy not to enjoy doing that to you. You're beautiful and nice. I've heard stories about you from the Twins so I know you're great fun to be around. You being, how old? Twenty-one? And not having had an orgasm is insane and I think you should have called it off with him sooner."

That was easily one of the nicest things anyone had ever said to her. And for it to come from someone she had been so instantly attracted to like him, well, it had her seriously considering the offer.

She considered it for about half a second before flinging herself at him, wrapping her arms around him and kissing him.

There was a moment of him simply standing there, startled and frozen, then Harry was kissing her right back too. He walked her back against the desk, his lips coaxing her into a trance like she'd never experienced before. These were new lips, foreign, forbidden. Delicious, tantalizing, every adjective she could possibly think of. Except she wasn't thinking right then, she was doing. She and Dean hadn't jumped each other like this. He hadn't caressed and coaxed her out of her pull over like this.

Harry's hands ran hard down her back, massaging out a bit of her tension as he did so and it caused her to let out a loud moan. His hands continued downward to her jeans. She helped him with sliding them down her legs, not even thinking about slowing down.

To her mind she'd earned this. This was her prize for being through with Dean and finding out before it was too late that they shouldn't be together.

Her hands went to his trousers but he stopped her. "No," he told her. "Just you."

Harry pulled back from her and nearly pushed her into the chair that was behind her. She landed on her bum with a small squeal, then Harry was kneeling in front of her, sliding her knickers down her legs as well.

He was doing this! He had said he wanted to, and he was following through!

She gave a small jump at the feel of his head burying between her legs and the feel of his tongue immediately assaulting her clit. Fuck! Once the immediate shock of the sensation passed it felt incredible. Over and over again his tongue drew circles over her clit, zero penetration from his fingers or from that tongue slipping a bit lower.

No, he was only concentrating on her clit.

If she thought her face was on fire earlier from his questions, well now her entire body felt engulfed in flames. He was really going to town on her. Her head was resting back over the edge of the chair and she had slunk down to give him unlimited access to keep doing what he was doing to her. After only a few minutes an amazing feeling started radiating just under where his tongue was touching her. It was like a flower that was blossoming outward and everywhere that its petals were touching felt like absolute heaven.

She was rocking against his mouth, desperately bucking and panting wildly.

Then that heavenly feeling shot completely through her. Ginny's eyes rolled backwards and the sound that came out of her mouth she had no control over. It was just an illegible scream followed by her panting the word yes over an over again as his tongue slowed down, not stopping completely for at least a full minute while she rode out her first proper orgasm.

"Holy fuck," she got out in barely a whisper as she came back down to earth. "So that's what I've been missing out on?" she panted like a bitch in heat, already wanting another go.

She managed to lift her head up and look down at him. Harry looked so proud just then, it was rather adorable. He was like a puppy that had just gotten a trick right and received his reward.

Her having an orgasm wasn't all she had in mind now as a reward for him though.

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The next morning Ginny walked into Fred's kitchen wearing the same t-shirt she had been wearing the morning before.

Fred was there, leaning back against the counter with a cup of coffee in his hand and raised an eyebrow at her.

Ginny didn't pay him much mind as she got two cups down from the cupboard and started pouring the coffee into each. "I like your roommate," she said to Fred casually.

"As do I," he nodded. "Way better than I liked Dean."

Ginny smiled brilliantly at him and gave him a peck on the cheek before carrying the cups back into Harry's room.

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