AN- Prompt from the Bingo Smut board from the Ginny Lover's Discord Group (yes, still working away at that intermittently). Claiming Smut in the Wild.

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Conversations with Sirius

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It was a relief to Harry to be back at Grimmauld Place for Christmas, even given the circumstances of how they had all abruptly arrived. Sirius had been happy to receive them all at least, and Harry got the chance to actually spend time with his godfather.

Sirius still had a dark look about him, there was something slightly feral about his eyes. Harry kept catching Sirius' gaze constantly snapping over to anyone that entered the room he was in, like he was instantly sizing them up, even in his own home. He was clearly miserable about being a prisoner in his own home, however it was still a far sight nicer than the accommodations he'd had last year.

A cave with Buckbeak can't have been his preference. At least here he had Mrs. Weasleys cooking.

It was a bit uncomfortable to think about, and Harry wasn't sure if he was seeing things, but it seemed like Sirius' gaze was lingering on all the different females that came near him. It was a little disturbing to Harry to notice that.

Tonks was Sirius' second cousin and yet Harry had caught Sirius giving her chest a good looking over. Mrs. Weasley had been bent over the oven and Harry caught Sirius checking out her bottom.

He understood that Sirius had been locked up in Azkaban, and obviously he hadn't been in the spirit to partake in some manly urges with those Dementors floating around. Then, being on the run hadn't exactly been the ideal time to meet a woman. He'd had his face plastered all over the Muggle and Wizarding world, and he would have been more focused on finding his next meal over his more… carnal needs.

Harry had been consumed by anger and hate this past year himself, there was a Dark Lord trying to get in his head, he was having visions, his scar was hurting and there was Umbridge running around making everyone miserable. And yet, Harry still found the time to give in to those urges when he was alone in bed, or the shower. Now he'd actually snogged someone and couldn't help wondering what it would be like to have a participant in those other activities. Harry's newfound appreciation for the fairer sex was what had clued him in to how Sirius was observing the ladies around him.

Harry understood, and was mostly fine with it, but the sight of Sirius subtly checking out one of the females that really got to Harry was when he noticed the looks that he gave to Hermione and Ginny.

They were far too young for Sirius to have given them the once over.

Not that Sirius did anything other than look! He'd been entirely cordial to them, and Harry could see that Sirius was much more relaxed when they weren't around, he obviously knew that he shouldn't be looking at them that way.

Harry couldn't fathom anyone looking at Hermione that way. He supposed she was alright, but he couldn't see her like that, she was like a sister to him.

Ginny though. When he saw Sirius giving her a looking over Harry had been horrified. Ginny was just fourteen! That was too young for anyone to be showing her any interest like that.

Harry was only just coming around to the idea of girls, the whole thing made him uncomfortable.

It made him even more uncomfortable when he too gave a looking over of Ginny to see what exactly Sirius could have been looking at and noticed exactly why Sirius might have found her appealing.

Three and a half years he'd known that Ginny had a little crush on him. Three and a half years he'd politely ignored that, ignored her really. She was just kind of in the background. But now they were again locked inside Grimmauld Place for a few weeks with only so much in the form of entertainment and Ginny was there. Not in the background anymore.

She had these curves on her and these shapely thighs with a nice bum. She had rather tight pajamas that she preferred to wear instead of bothering to get properly dressed for the day considering they weren't going to be getting out and about. She had worn a t-shirt with pajama bottoms to breakfast one morning that was just tight enough for him to make out her nipples through the fabric.

He had to force himself to look away from her then.

He held a fancy for Cho, he had just started getting somewhere with her as well. He couldn't start lusting after Ginny!

Ginny, of all people?

No, it was ridiculous. It was just because of the tight quarters.

So, he ignored it.

Ginny had just started acting like a normal person around him too, he couldn't let her see him giving her a looking over.

Getting her pissed off at him was a good way to have her leaving any room he walked into of her own accord, but he couldn't believe he'd forgotten about the Diary. That was so stupid of him.

That was two different ways she wound up giving him piece of mind by him being so thoughtlessly forgetful; first off, he knew he wasn't being possessed and second, she wasn't hanging around him much.

It had been a relief.

"Pup," Sirius greeted him in the hallway.

"Sirius," Harry greeted him back, the corner of his lips ticking up at the term of endearment from his Godfather.

"Care to join me?" Sirius asked, gesturing towards the room that Buckbeak was occupying.

Harry was more than happy to spend extra quality time with him. They walked into the room to find that Ginny was actually in there already. Harry gave pause at seeing her and stiffened up when she turned from the Hippogriff to the door.

"I'll leave," she said coldly, narrowing her eyes at Harry.

He wanted to apologize again, but her leaving the room when he walked in was ideal right now.

"What did you do to her?" Sirius asked after she'd shut the door.

Harry let out a groan. "I may have forgotten that she was possessed in her first year at Hogwarts. I'd imagine she's particularly pissed off about it because I was the one that had actually saved her."

"Yep, that'd do it," he gave a solemn nod. "Have you tried apologizing?"

Harry couldn't meet his godfather's eye and instead stared at Buckbeak who was preening his feathers. "I, er, I kind of don't want to right now."

"What? Why not? I thought she was your friend," Sirius asked.

"She is, well, kind of I guess." She wasn't really though, was she. They didn't talk unless it was holidays. He didn't sit near her at school during their meals. They had Quidditch and the DA in common, that was about it. If she was his friend, then he wasn't a very good one. He didn't even remember her role in the whole Chamber of Secrets incident.

He just knew that she growing to be all womanly, or whatever.

"Care to explain that one?" Sirius asked.

"Well… um." This was going to prove an awkward conversation. "I just sort of… I just sort of realized that she's a girl."

"What?" Sirius gave him a blank look. He was silently waiting for an explanation, but Harry could see a humorous expression that was fighting to take over his face.

"And it's your fault too!" Harry accused him.

Sirius barked out a laugh. "How is that my fault?"

"I've noticed you trying not to look at the women moving about the house, I caught you checking Ginny out and then I couldn't help but do it too!" He'd known that Tonks was a female, but honestly Tonks was rather short and small chested, and he just didn't see her as attractive to him. Obviously, he wasn't going to look at Mrs. Weasley in that kind of way, the thought alone disturbed him. She was the only mother figure he had. Hermione he knew too well and would never consider looking at like that, but Ginny.

Ginny was turning out to be a different thing entirely and it was jarring to him coming to that realization. She was just Ginny and every time he had thought of her all he'd seen was that ten year old girl he'd first met at Platform 9 3/4. She wasn't that girl anymore.

Sirius gaped at him. "Harry! I wouldn't… she's only… that's so wrong!" He looked thoroughly horrified at the insinuation that he could hold even the slightest fancy for a girl less than half his age. That made Harry feel more comfortable seeing his response to being called out though.

"I know! She's only fourteen. That's far too young for anyone to be looking at her like that!" Harry agreed.

"No," Sirius shook his head. "No, it's wrong for me to be looking at her like that. You absolutely can. If I was looking at her it was only because I know she'll grow into a beautiful woman one day, but I am absolutely not attracted to her," he assured him.

Harry frowned in thought, trying to see what he imagined Sirius seeing when he looked at Ginny. What would she look like when she grew up? Her hair might be longer, her legs even more shapely. Perhaps her lips would be a little more plump and her breasts would definitely be bigger. Right now they were still coming in, but by the time she was seventeen he would bet that they'd be twice the size they were now probably. Her face would be more mature too. The image of her at seventeen was in his mind now and it was of her touching ground after winning a Quidditch game and having windblown hair and a healthy glow about her face with plump kissable lips.

Whoa.

And he was already beginning to find her attractive before calling that image to mind.

"Hey, look. I know that you are, um," Sirius cleared his throat. "You're going through a time in your life where you're just taking notice of women and, er, having urges and such."

"Sirius," Harry blushed. "We really don't have to have this conversation." He knew exactly where this conversation was going to be going, and it was touching that Sirius wanted to have it with him but it was uncomfortable and unnecessary.

"No, this is a right of passage for teenagers and I think I should have this conversation with you. James would want me to. You're fifteen, no doubt you've figured out, um… how to pass time in the showers?" he said awkwardly and make a gesture with his head to indicate towards what lay between Harry's legs.

Now Harry was mortified.

He had no doubt that the other guys in his dorm, and throughout the school, did the same thing in the showers that he did, but they didn't need to talk about it! He'd prefer to just carry-on thinking that no one knew what he got up to when he was on his own.

"It's completely natural," Sirius assured him. "And there is no reason not to, it keeps you sane. Your urges can take you over if you don't get rid of that pent up energy."

"Is that why you can't help looking over…" Harry started, but couldn't get the words out.

"Oh," Sirius flushed and put more focus than necessary into getting a dead ferret from the wall to toss at Buckbeak. "I was hoping no one had noticed that. But yes. I've had limited interactions over the past decade and a half. Being around women again has been an adjustment. Women of all shapes and sizes, and ages unfortunately," he frowned. Clearly, he wasn't very happy with himself for not being able to control that side of him.

Harry said nothing. This whole conversation was uncomfortable.

Sirius sat down beside him on the floor with their backs against the dresser while Buckbeak stretched out on the bed after finishing his ferret.

"So, do you fancy Ginny then?" Sirius asked.

"No!" Harry said instantly. "No, there's another girl at school that I've just… well, I don't know what we are doing exactly. We snogged the night before I saw… before we came here," he altered the direction that story was about to go in.

"And, was she the first girl you'd done that with?" he asked delicately.

"Yes," Harry said bashfully.

"You like her?"

"I did fancy her for a while. She was really pretty, but it was… awkward."

"All past tense I see," Sirius said.

Harry turned to him. "What?"

"Did. Was. It sounds like you aren't so sure of her anymore. Yet you are blaming me for how you've just noticed that Ginny is an attractive girl."

"I do still like Cho! At least, well… I think I do." His kiss with Cho had been so built up in his mind before it happened, yet he could remember how he'd felt so unsatisfied with it after as he'd walked back to Gryffindor Tower. She'd cried, even though it had nothing to do with his kissing abilities. Now he was looking at Ginny's bum every time they were in the same room.

He was so confused.

"You know, when I was your age I had snogged a fair few ladies. Had my first kiss when I was thirteen. A proper kiss too. I'd had my first shag at fifteen. Gotten around quite a bit by the time I'd finished up at Hogwarts."

"Why are you telling me this?" Harry asked. Was Sirius trying to make him feel like he was behind?

"Because I think you've got to get more experience under your belt," he told him plainly. "I'm the one stuck in here without a woman to pass the time with, but you! You've got a whole school full of girls and you're squandering it. I'm not saying you need to get out there and shag every willing girl you find, but you're too embarrassed talking about simply snogging a girl."

Harry thought about that. He wondered what his options would even be. Most people at Hogwarts thought he was just some attention seeking liar. Cho had shown an interest in him, but he was sure that she thought they had some kind of link now because of what happened to Cedric. He wasn't interested in talking about Cedric though, and he certainly didn't need her crying all over him every time that they kissed.

If they ever kissed again that was.

Hannah and Susan were in the DA though. They weren't bad looking girls.

And then there was Ginny.

He couldn't though. Ginny was out of bounds. No doubt Ron or the twins would kill him for even considering her.

"Maybe I should get more experience," Harry agreed, deep in thought.

"The hard truth is that with this war going on around us we just don't know how much time we have left," Sirius told him, clapping him on the back and giving his shoulder a squeeze. "You need to live your life while you can, Harry."

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He couldn't believe he had turned into this person.

Sirius had told him to get more experience and initially it had been so nerve wracking to ask Susan to stay after the DA meeting to help him clean up a bit.

Sirius had given him a few tips for getting the girls to kiss him too, and in a way that didn't have them believing that he was interested in anything more than 'gaining experience'. Susan, Hannah and Parvati all 'helped him out'. And it had been very nice.

His kiss with Cho had been pants compared to how nice it had been to kiss Parvati.

Each of them was a different experience for sure. Susan had been so timid, Hannah had liked grabbing at his hair, Parvati got her tongue very involved. It was the tongue part that made him enjoy snogging Parvati over the other girls. It was interesting.

He didn't think they were telling each other about how they'd snogged him either. They seemed to think it was a secret between just the two of them.

Which it was. It absolutely was. He didn't need it getting out that he was snogging any of them. There was no doubt in his mind that Hermione would have quite a bit to say about his behavior.

It gave him a sense of power in a way, knowing that he could, for lack of a better word, manipulate the girls like this. It wasn't in a dark way like Voldemort, just in the sense that he was a teenage boy and they were teenage girls.

They were one-offs.

Now Harry felt pretty confident when it came to girls. He'd only snogged four of them, but still.

He was looking around at the other girls in the DA objectively as the current session was wrapping up when he felt someone come to stand beside him.

"Looking for your next victim?" Ginny asked him quietly.

"What?" he started.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Girls talk, Harry. I reckon you probably have one more chance to pull of the 'looking for experience' card before they all realize what you're up to. Thus far, I'm pretty sure that I'm the one they've confided in about it."

He felt an invisible force clutching his chest as he stared at her. She didn't know. She couldn't know. Ron and Hermione hadn't even known. There is no way that Ginny could have known with out it reaching his ears before she said anything.

But she did. He could see it in her eyes that she knew.

Ginny didn't look approving of what he'd been doing. Even with that hateful glint in her eyes though, he couldn't help but think how nice a color they were. Her frown was making her bottom lip stand out too. Was she wearing lipstick, or were her lips always that color?

He was really not enjoying just how much more appreciative he was of Ginny's physique and attitude than he was the other girls in the room.

He hadn't talked to her much since the incident at Christmas. Not that they had talked to each other much before the holidays, it was just that now he was aware of how they weren't talking to each other.

She was out of bounds, he reminded himself for the millionth time.

She had been out of bounds before he noticed she was desirable, and she was now as well.

Particularly because he'd realized she was desirable.

She knew what he was doing though? That couldn't be good.

"Uh, look-" he started.

"Save it. Just trying to let you know that it won't be long before your secret gets out, so you'd better prepare yourself for that," Ginny told him.

Then she walked away and just left him there. She went to practice her jinxes with Michael Corner, her boyfriend. The boyfriend that Harry absolutely was not growing to hate simply because he was allowed to put his arm around her.

Two by two and three by three the members of the DA left the Room of Requirement an hour later until it was just him and Ginny. He hadn't asked her to stay behind, she just had. Clearly, she had a little more to say about what he'd been getting up to and he figured he should probably let her get it out rather than have her tell Hermione or something, then he would never hear the end of it.

"Alright then, let's hear it," Harry said to her from across the room after the last group left.

"Let's hear what?" Ginny asked in a mockingly sweet voice.

"Come on, you clearly have an opinion about it. Just get it out." He hadn't been feeling bad about what he'd been doing. It was one of the only things making him feel good lately. He enjoyed the little confidence boost.

Honestly, it had been more than a little confidence boost. He watched as other guys around him that were crushing on a girl were all blushing and flustered, meanwhile he felt like he'd got that figured out.

"All I have to say is that if you're actually just looking to get some experience, maybe stick to just one girl instead of telling them all the same lie and expecting that they'll keep it to themselves." She appeared very calm as she told him this. "I expect this all has something to do with something Sirius said to you over the holiday?"

She was so relaxed around him, it was unnerving. When did that happen? Why couldn't she still be the blushing girl that ducked at the sight of him? Her staring him down like this and calling him out was… hot.

Stop it.

"He might have mentioned something about it," Harry admitted. "Encouraged me to get out there a bit and enjoy my… freedom."

"Did he feed you that line keep using too?" she asked with a smirk.

"What exactly were you told?" he wondered. "And why would… she have come to you?" He didn't need to list any names for her in case she didn't actually know about all of them.

"Well, you're too close to Hermione, and besides her apparently I know you the best," Ginny gave a disbelieving scoff at that. "They wanted to know if you really are as 'sweet' as you let on." Her voice definitely sounded mocking on that one.

She kept saying 'they'. He felt the need to know exactly which 'they' she was referring to. "Erm… who…"

She stared at him for a minute. It was as though she knew it would make him even more nervous, but finally she gave in and told. "Hannah, then Susan, then Padma asked on behalf of Parvati. They seem to all believe that they were the only. You know, after Cho anyhow." Ginny's expression was near impassive, but there was a twitch of her jaw as her teeth clenched.

"And you suggest I just get a girlfriend and be done with it?" He wasn't sure if there was a girl that could even manage being his girlfriend. He was being stalked by a madman and criticized by the media. Who wanted that around permanently? No doubt they would just be getting trashed alongside him in the Daily Prophet.

"Didn't say girlfriend, but you may want to find one snog buddy at a time who can actually keep it to herself."

"What, like you?" It was a sarcastic comment, and he shouldn't have said it, but it was out of his mouth before he could stop it.

"Yeah right," Ginny gave a single dismissive laugh.

That was a little uncalled for, Harry thought. He may have sounded a bit snide when he said it, but she didn't have to completely laugh off the idea. That crush she had on him can't have completely gone away.

"What, because of Corner?" he asked in offense.

"No, because I don't have any interest in 'sweet' right now," she told him straight.

"W-what?" He was thrown.

"I'm too angry for 'sweet' right now. I'm surprised you are looking for that actually. Hannah? Susan? They are about the most timid girls you could find. Sure, they're in the DA, but still. Shouldn't you be angry and wanting some passionate anger filled snogs? Michael and I are done because he was entirely too gentle. It was a nice introduction and all, but I'm pretty sure he'd get scared if I used him to let off steam at the end of a shitty day the way I'd like to."

She was messing with him, she had to be. Why else would she be telling him this? The twins must be putting her up to it.

She gave a shrug and got up, heading to the exit. "Just a suggestion. Take it or leave it, but it won't be long before this gets out. I know there's a lot of shite being said about you right now, but this one would actually be true, so." She left it there.

Harry followed behind her all the way back to Gryffindor Tower thinking over what she'd just told him. Once he was back in his bed that night he kept replaying it over and over in his mind right down to replaying the way her arse looked as she walked up the stairs ahead of him.

When he finally fell asleep he dreamt of the same corridor as usual, but this time it wasn't empty, Ginny was standing there in front of the door with her arms crossed telling him that she'd had a really shite day and what did he propose he do to make it all go away.

He woke up harder than he could remember ever being and had to rub one out before heading to the showers.

How had he not noticed how angry and confident she was before? That coupled with those lovely breasts she was growing and the smirk she'd given him yesterday, it had him biting his lip to try and calm down.

She was looking for an angry and discrete snogging buddy too?

Did she mean him? Why else would she have told him?

She had to mean him.

It was two days before he got the chance to ask her.

The Quidditch practices were going miserably. Ron was in near tears by the time he came back from each practice and Angelina looked like she wanted to strangle Harry every time he saw her. Ginny was just as angry.

She was doing okay as a fill in Seeker, but she wasn't as good as he was.

He'd waited for the team to head back to Gryffindor Tower, waiting under his invisibility cloak just off the fourth-floor stairwell. Ginny was moodily walking a little behind Katie when Harry came up behind her and quickly pulled her under his cloak with a hand over her mouth.

"Shh, it's me," he whispered, hoping that her muffled protest hadn't been loud enough to call attention.

"What are you doing?" she whispered back harshly when he lowered his hand.

"I need to talk to you," he said and guided her towards an empty classroom.

He locked and silenced the door, pulling the cloak off the both of them.

"If you were looking to give me Seeker tips then there are less dramatic ways to do it," Ginny grumbled at him.

"No. The other day, why did you tell me that?" he asked.

Her brow crinkled as she tried to figure out what he was talking about. "Because I thought you aught to know," she said as though it was obvious when she realized what he'd meant.

"You thought I aught to know you were looking for a hate-snog buddy?" he asked her incredulously.

Her expression went blank for a moment before she let out a loud laugh. "Oh! That." She shook her head as her bubbles of laughter continued. "Just giving you a suggestion," she said finally.

He studied her face to try and find her objective. He couldn't get a read on her though!

"Were you meaning for your hate-snogs to be with me?" he just asked her outright.

She stopped smiling and her eyes grew wide at the question. "Are you offering yourself up as an option?" she sounded like she was having trouble gauging if he was being serious.

"Er, were, wasn't that what you were getting at?" Gone was any sort of confidence he had been feeling from his limited experience with philandering.

Ginny was staring hard into his eyes. Something came over her then, like she could tell he was nervous and she'd become the dominant one in this interaction. The cards were all in her hand and the confidence looked good on her. Her eyes grew slightly darker as she took a few steps towards him.

"Is that what you want, Harry?" she nearly purred. "Or is this how you talked the other girls into locking lips with you?" She walked around him then like he was her prey.

When did this happen? Had she somehow become some sort of seductress? Gotten lessons from one of the Beauxbaton girls last year? The way she was looking him up and down just now was making him a little more nervous, but it was also getting him excited.

He gave a hard swallow.

She came to a stop in front of him. Close in front of him so that he could smell the faint amount of polish that had transferred to her from her broom mixed in with her shampoo that reminded him of The Burrow.

"It's just… it would be weird, wouldn't it?" he asked, looking for some way out of the conversation if he had been reading everything all wrong and wound up looking like an idiot. "I mean, there's, you know, history."

"History?" Ginny asked dubiously. "What, like our shared experience that you completely forgot about?"

Yeah, she was still mad about that.

"Or like how you and my brothers always treat me like I'm a breakable little girl?" She narrowed her eyes at him then. "You manage to completely ignore my presence when you're stuck at The Burrow, Grimmauld or here, so what history do you mean exactly?"

She was almost snarling at him now.

Gods, she is so hot when she's angry.

Thing was, he was getting angry now too and it was overpowering his nervousness. Forget dancing around the subject. If she wanted angry, discrete, hate fueled snog sessions then he'd give them to her.

He nearly tackled her to the floor as he lurched forwards to take her lips and try to claim them for his own. They managed to keep themselves upright by gripping tightly to each other. Ginny was attacking his mouth just as eagerly as he was hers.

This was a much different experience than his other kisses he'd shared. It was more intense, more consuming. Ginny was right, sweet was overrated. He wanted angry. Her hands were nearly ripping out fistfuls of his hair with how hard she was gripping him there.

He pulled at her Quidditch robes, nearly ripping them right off her. She let go of her grip on him only to shuck her outer layer herself and pulled him back towards the nearest table where they continued their delicious assault on each other. Her hands started wandering all over him with no hesitation or asking for permission so he returned the favor in kind.

There was no thought behind it. Minutes were ticking by on the clock and they just kept carrying on. His mouth and hands had a mind of their own as he explored her body. No doubt she could feel how he was reacting to her considering he had her sat on the edge of the table, her legs wrapped around his hips and his erection pressed right up against her center.

It wasn't just their lips and tongues that were getting involved, it was teeth as well. He'd never thought that biting could feel so good. She nipped at his bottom lip and on his earlobe. His eyes had rolled back in his head when she slid her tongue along the outside of his ear. He had no idea that was an erogenous zone.

He trailed his lips down her neck and bit at her collar, causing her to let out a yelp that brought some focus to his brain and he realized they were getting close to becoming carried away.

As abruptly at it had started, he pulled away taking two steps back.

She slipped off the table as he had been the one keeping her leveraged there and found her balance quickly, staring at him with half-seeing eyes and her lips looking so inviting after their bruising kisses had plumped them up some.

"We shouldn't have done that," he said.

"Which part?" she asked. "Where you grabbed my tit, or when you ground your cock against me?"

He sputtered and gaped at her. It had been an amazing experience, but it was just letting off steam, right? "I want to do it again," he told her straight.

"What, right now?" she quirked an eyebrow at him.

"Yes," he told her honestly. "And… and then again. You know, down the road."

A bit of the hardness left her expression then and she gave him a real grin.

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He knew that they had said right from the off that what they were doing with each other was just letting off steam, but it had turned into something that was so much more than that. It was basically the only thing keeping him sane.

They'd become proper friends now. At least, that was how he saw it.

She'd been there with him and the others when they went to the Ministry. She'd let him fall apart in her arms after Sirius had died. That was when he had really needed someone, and not someone that was going to try and make him feel better about it like Hermione and Ron were trying to. Ginny had just been there, and silent.

And when he'd gotten angry about it, she'd been there to help with that too.

He started owling her over the summer. Putting the words on paper that he didn't feel he could say aloud. She'd responded with her own frustrations, granted they weren't earth shattering things, but she had prefaced her letter stating that and that he could just shut up and let her bitch for a bit too.

It had made him smile when he read her letters because he could hear her voice in his mind saying all these things to him as well. He could picture her expression when she got really worked up and he knew just what he would have been in for if they were face to face.

Her letters made his stay at the Dursley's more tolerable. Everyone else was sending him letters of condolence and that all simply brought the memory rushing back. He didn't need to reflect on his terrible decision any more than he already had.

By the time Dumbledore showed up at Privet Drive to get him to help with coercing Horace Slughorn into being a professor yet again Harry had felt fairly whole.

He was glad that it was The Burrow he was being sent to for the remainder of the summer instead of Grimmauld Place, though had to wonder if there was anyone staying at the townhouse now.

Remus should at least have been living there, though he might not have had access to the house with Sirius passed away. Upon discovering that Kreacher had to answer to him, Harry wrote a letter to Remus stating as much. There was no need for him to be paying rent somewhere when he was struggling for full-time employment like he always was. Ginny had been the one to put that in his mind. She'd told him about her brother Bill getting engaged to Fleur Delacour of all people and how Tonks had been stopping by the Burrow to chat with her mum about how Remus wasn't responding to her attempts to woo him.

Both of those things boggled Harry's mind. There had to be at least ten years age difference between Bill and Fleur, and even more between Tonks and Remus.

Harry understood Remus not wanting to be in a relationship right now though. This casual thing he had going on with Ginny was about as much as he thought he could manage.

He'd gotten to The Burrow so late after Dumbledore dropped him off that by the time Ron and Hermione came and woke him up in the morning it felt like he'd only just shut his eyes.

Hermione being there all the time was another thing that he hadn't thought too much about until now. Why was she never with her parents? She had two loving parents and yet last Christmas she had spent the last week of holidays with he and Ron at Grimmauld, and now she was spending the last month of summer holiday at The Burrow.

If he had parents he would be spending whatever time he could with them. Her ignoring her own like this was ticking him off.

Ginny came into his room to greet him as well. She gave him a simple 'hello' as she sat down at the end of his bed. Nothing more.

He returned the greeting, but he was a little disappointed that there wasn't more to it. She'd filled out a bit more since he'd last seen her and it looked like she had put on a bit of make-up that morning. Her eyelashes were darker and her lips were the same color of red that they normally got after he'd just snogged her for a half-hour.

Internally he was smiling, thinking that she might have put some effort into her appearance for him alone.

He couldn't focus on her though, particularly not when Fleur and Mrs. Weasley came into the room.

Merlin, the house was packed.

He felt bad having Percy's old room to himself when Ginny, Hermione and Fleur were all stuck in Ginny's room. He could have easily bunked in with Ron like he usually did to make things more comfortable for everyone. But on the other hand, having a room to himself was handy when he needed alone time.

Days kept ticking by while he was at his home away from home and while he was enjoying spending some time with his friends without having assignments and such hanging over his head, what with their playing two-a-side Quidditch and laying about all the time, what he really wanted to know was- what was going on with the Order?

His lack of information was making him aggravated. That aggravation was making him wonder if there was anything at all he could come up with that would require Ginny and he to be alone for an hour or so.

She could see that he was getting worked up too. There was this smirk that she had on her face every time Hermione read snippet's of the Daily Prophet aloud, or if anyone brought up anything having to do with the Order around him.

He could see this look in Ginny's eye as well. An angry look. One that made his blood run a little hotter.

In the end she was the one to figure out how to get them alone together.

One afternoon Hermione had gone up to the girls room for a nap and Ron had gotten yelled at to clean up his room. Ginny told her mum she was going to head down to the pond and simply invited him along.

Fleur was at work, Bill was at work, Ron was occupied, Mrs. Weasley barely ever left the kitchen. This might be the only opportunity he had to be properly alone with Ginny until they went back to school.

Of course, he wanted to go with her!

As casually as possible he walked with her out the kitchen door and down to the pond.

"Are we really going to the pond?" Harry asked her.

"We're going into the woods near the pond," she replied cooly.

"And exactly how angry are you," he asked. Trying not to let his enthusiasm over what was about to happen come through in his tone.

"Incredibly," she answered instantly. "What about you?"

"Never been more angry in my life," he breathed out.

He saw a bit of color come to her cheeks. It was good to know she was as eager for alone time with him as well.

He followed her through the bushes and into an open area that was out of sight should anyone have come looking for them. Thankfully both Ginny's and Ron's bedroom windows looked out the other way from the pond.

He'd barely let her throw down the blanket she'd brought along with her before he'd pulled her into his arms. His whole body relaxed once he had his lips pressed against hers once more. It had been entirely too long. The tension of everything going on and the hate and anger that he'd been feeling simply began evaporating.

As always, they started out rough. He had his one hand gripping her waist, the other dove immediately under her shirt and up her back to hold her against him. Her hands were clutching at his hair. Her nails running along his scalp felt so good.

Together they found their way to lay down on the ground. She lay beneath him and wrapped her legs around him. The aggression being their snogging slowed though. It became something else entirely.

Their hands weren't gripping each other anymore, they were caressing. Their lips weren't so hard against the others, they were softly wandering.

Harry's hand trailed gently up her side, tugging her shirt up with it and she simply pulled it over her head. Ginny lay back down against the blanket beneath him in only her shorts and a pale blue bra that barely contained her cleavage. In the light casting down from above them he could see all her freckles on her pale skin and the honey color in her brown eyes shining up at him.

It struck him then just how much he wanted her. Not simply as someone to sneak away with, but as something more than that.

It wasn't their agreement though.

She was giving him a soft smile, somewhat bashfully. He knew from that expression that this was about something more for her too.

Her fingers were trailing along his waistline and working their way up and taking his own shirt along with them. She got his shirt so that it bunched up at his arms and he dipped his head to help her remove it.

They hadn't removed clothing with each other before.

He lowered his lips to hers again and gave her a slow and thorough kiss. Her lips were so soft now, they teased and played with his own throughout the entire dance they were doing together. He worked his way down her body, kissing along her jaw and burying his face in the crook of her neck.

He gave a groan at the scent there. "You always smell so good." His lips moved down to her sternum. "You always taste so good."

Her breath was becoming labored. He could feel her stomach rising and falling, her back arching slightly in encouragement. As he moved nearer and nearer her breasts he paused in each newly discovered spot on her skin, just waiting for her to tell him to stop. Instead though he felt her rocking her hips against him. The movements were egging him on.

He'd felt her breasts before, he'd palmed them several times through her shirt or over her bra, but he'd never seen them. Merlin, he wanted to see them. His hand was cupping the side of her left breast as he worked his mouth towards it. He ran his thumb over her hardened nipple and felt her shudder with pleasure.

He was growing dizzy with his own pleasure and desire building up.

Finally his lips met the softness that he'd been feeling. He simply buried his face into it, sliding his cheek against the smooth skin there, nuzzling his nose into it. It felt so good, so welcoming. He didn't know what made him do it but he couldn't resist running his tongue along the flesh just above where her bra started. It was a primitive instinct that had Ginny moaning with pleasure.

His hand moved up to her shoulder and tugged on the strap to slide it down her arm. She let him pull it down. He looked up at her expression and saw how flush she was growing, saw her eyes moving behind her closed lids and watched as her tongue darted out to wet her lips before she bit her lower one.

He'd drawn her bra strap down to her elbow before he looked back down at her breast.

The sight of it did things to him. Her pert nipple, the slightly darker color of her areola, the stray freckles that covered her breast.

Ginny gave a shiver at the feel of his breath on her skin there and he watched as goose-bumps formed and her nipple grew even harder. He needed to taste it.

She let out a gasp as his hot mouth covered her nipple. She clutched at his back and rocked more against him, grinding her hips in a way that made him wish he were shorter so that he could feel that movement against his erection.

"Harry," she started whimpering his name.

It sounded good. It sounded really good to hear her whimper and pant his name. Over and over again she said it and he saw it as even more encouragement to suck and nip at her breast. It felt so incredibly good; like velvet against his skin.

He didn't wait for permission before he pulled at the other bra strap and revealed her other breast, beginning to lavish attention there as well.

He wasn't prepared for it when she arched her back and cried out and he'd frozen in place as she shuddered against him then relaxed back against the earth.

She'd just cum.

He'd made her cum.

He was itching to palm himself.

He looked up at her, noticing how her blush had trailed down from her cheeks to her chest. Her lips were parted as she gasped in air, her breath slowly returning to normal. Ginny's eyes blinked open and she looked down at him, her face coloring an even brighter pink.

"I, um-"

He didn't give her a chance to say anything more. He rose up and attached his lips to her own, drowning out anything she could have possibly said just then. From their position now his erection was perfectly nestled against her center and he couldn't hold back the almighty groan of relief he felt being pressed up against her like this.

Having her bare breasts pressed against his own bare chest added all the more to the experience.

He rocked against her while she ground herself back against him. He wasn't paying any attention to how their lips were moving against each other, all he could focus on was the sensations arising from below his waist.

Ginny hooked her fingers in his belt loops and encouraged his movements against her.

It wasn't taking much for him to feel his end coming on. He'd gotten well more worked up than he'd thought while he was focusing on her lovely breasts. Now he couldn't help picturing them yanking off the rest of their clothes and him burying himself completely inside her.

He imagined it would feel so hot and snug. A million times better than his hand.

This was already a million times better than his hand. But her hand on him would have felt so much better than his own.

Ginny using her own hand or her mouth, even him running his cock between her breasts, all these thoughts and images were flashing through his mind at a rapid-fire pace and he felt his orgasm shoot through him and his whole body gave a lurch, a grunt escaping his mouth over and over again as the last of his semen shot out of him.

Ginny stilled her own movements as well. He wasn't sure if he'd gotten her a second time but he felt so spent that he couldn't find the energy to ask.

He couldn't help collapsing on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him in a hug and he buried his face in her neck once more.

That was well more than he thought they would get up to out here in the woods.

Slowly their breathing returned to normal and he had collected himself enough to roll to lay beside her.

Neither of them said anything. He couldn't help wondering if she was just as confused by what had happened as he was. Was this what they were going to be doing together now? That was a little more than simply letting off steam. Well, it wasn't, but it was an entirely different method.

He was looking up at the trees and trying to figure out what he should say, or if he needed to say anything. In his peripheral vision he saw her adjusting her bra so that she was covered up again.

"Ginny," he whispered in a voice so low that he didn't know if it was even audible to her. It was loud enough in his mind though. His brain was yelling for him to just shut up. Saying anything right now could ruin whatever this was between them irrevocably.

"Harry," she whispered back.

He closed his eyes at the sound of his name from her lips. Her tone indicated that she was fully aware that something had just shifted between them.

He turned his head to look at her properly, she turned to look at him as well.

He still wasn't sure what to say though. How exactly was he supposed to ask her to be more than his snog buddy? He still wasn't in an ideal position to have a girlfriend. Would she even want that?

"I like you, Harry," Ginny told him plainly.

"You do?" he asked eagerly, his voice betraying his relief.

She grinned at him. "I don't think I can pretend this is simply about letting out some steam anymore."

"Me either," he admitted and leaned over to give her another kiss.

He was pretty sure that Sirius would be looking down at them feeling pretty proud of himself right then for instigating this.

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