Author's Note - Based originally on a drabble from my Tumblr, here it is in three parts, wherein Harry finally finds Ginny's mythical ticklish spot.
Ticklish
Ginny's kissing Harry. And she's doing a pretty good job of it if she does say so herself. His glasses are long forgotten, lying in the grass next to them. And he's making those little noises at the back of his throat that she loves so much - the kind of noises that she doesn't even think he knows he's making. His hand has slowly (oh, so very slowly) made its way to the back of her neck and is tangled in her hair, his fingers gently grazing the skin there. His touch is rhythmic, soothing, and precious all at once.
His other arm is wrapped around her, and even though they haven't done much other than kiss before, she's feeling bold and lets her fingers slowly edge under Harry's shirt, properly claiming her ownership. Harry's breath hitches, and he pulls his mouth away from hers, a strange expression on his face. Ginny tries to keep kissing him, but he shifts, and suddenly she is dismayed to see that they are sitting up.
"We should go back in, yeah?" he asks, not meeting her eyes while a light pink tone infuses his cheeks.
"Back in?" Ginny asks dumbly, feeling as though the world has suddenly stopped making sense.
"To the castle," Harry says in an odd sort of voice. He's already reaching for his glasses, and Ginny wonders if she's done something wrong.
"Harry?"
"Yeah?"
"Is something…did I do something wrong?"
He finally meets her eyes and then looks away. "No. No. Just…you know. We're not getting any revising done. I reckon Hermione was right when she said we need a chaperone."
Harry gives her an adorable, sort-of-lopsided smile that nonetheless doesn't quite meet his eyes. He starts picking up their discarded books, and she straightens her clothes, feeling hollow inside. As though the bubble of happiness that has been inside her these last few weeks has suddenly deflated. They join hands automatically, with Harry carrying her bag for her. Even though had anyone else tried that trick, she probably would have decked them with it.
They are silent as they make their way back up the stairs, even though a few people say hi to her. She knows she replies well enough, but Ginny still feels strangely bereft inside. Harry sighs next to her as they reach the seventh floor, and before they can approach the portrait of the Fat Lady, he's pulling her into an empty classroom. He gives her an odd look, sets their bags down, and sits on top of one of the desks. He holds out his hand to her, and she takes it, moving closer to him.
"Sorry," he murmurs, his eyes bright behind his frames with worry.
She bites her lip but doesn't acknowledge his apology. Mostly because she doesn't know what he's apologizing for. He leans forward and gently kisses her. Soon Ginny has forgotten anything other than the feel of his lips against hers. They're slightly dry, and a bit chapped, and there is the faint taste of the blueberry muffin he'd eaten earlier, but she doesn't mind. Before she realizes it, her hands are back around his shoulders, and she's moved in between his legs, which he's happily linked behind her, locking her in.
She lowers one of her hands and tries the move again with her fingers, this time acting even bolder by fully lifting his shirt up. As before, Harry breaks away again, this time flushing red in the face.
"What is it?" Ginny inquires, starting to feel her temper rise. "Why do you pull away every time I do that? Is my touch so horrid as all that?"
"No, it's not…it's just, er…I get this strange, um…"
Ginny raises her eyebrow at him when he stops, and he groans at her as he pushes his glasses up his nose. It's a trait she usually finds endearing, but right now, she's annoyed and slowly folds her arms as she looks at him. Harry swallows roughly and then looks at the floor.
"I'm not used to people touching me. Er, anywhere. And I like it when you touch me, but for some reason, every time you do it, in that spot…I flinch. I'm sorry, Gin."
Harry's voice is soft, and there is a feeling of shame in the classroom suddenly. Ginny knows she is staring at him with her brows furrowed and her mouth slightly open in confusion as she processes his words. Harry's face has gone utterly scarlet, and he's still looking down, not meeting her eyes, and she suddenly feels horrible.
"What kind of feeling is it, exactly?"
Harry blinks at her finally, still looking embarrassed but at least meets her gaze. "Er, just…at first I think I'm going to laugh, but then I just…want to move away, so you stop touching me. I'm a freak, I know, I'm so sorry, Ginny."
Ginny feels the cool twist of relief push through her then and hides the smile that wants to break across her face. Because now she understands, and she feels like a git for not cottoning on sooner. Of course, he wouldn't really understand the sensation, especially if he'd never experienced it.
"Harry. I'm afraid to be the one to tell you this, but you have a rare wizarding disease."
He immediately looks worried. "I do?"
Ginny nods solemnly and moves closer to him again. She rests her hands on his thighs and gives what she hopes is an innocent look. "It's fatal, I'm afraid."
"What? What are you…what?" His eyes go wide, and he's blinking rapidly at her, looking absolutely done in. Ginny decides to have pity on him and not take the piss, for once. She touches his hand tenderly.
"You're just ticklish, Harry. That's all. I promise."
He stares at her, his mouth in an 'o' shape of surprise, and then he's pursing his lips and looking annoyed.
"That's not funny."
"Oh? I think it is." Ginny slowly lifts her hands in preparation.
"You said it was fatal! You were taking the mickey, and here I thought there was something wrong with me!" Harry sounds more than a little ticked off now, and she knows she has to calm him down.
"It is fatal, Harry. But only if you have a Weasley for a girlfriend." And then she pounces, tickling him with everything she's got.
She would like to say that the sounds her boyfriend makes next are very manly and virile, but she can't, and soon she's laughing as hard as Harry is (after his more-than-slightly girlish shrieks, that is). He finally pushes her away, his eyes watering, and he shakes his head at her.
"Thanks for making me feel better about it all. And yes, that's sarcasm you hear."
Ginny grins at him rather unapologetically and moves back in between his legs. "Just doing my part."
"Uh-huh. I can tell the rest of our relationship will be about me not telling you anything remotely serious. You'll no doubt just laugh at me."
"And tickle you, now that I know."
Harry rolls his eyes, but she can tell he's not really upset, and in fact, she can tell he's relieved that the problem was something completely normal.
She touches his face and gives him a sober look. "For what it's worth, I'm sorry."
"Yeah?" He licks his lips as though expecting a kiss in reparation.
"Yeah. Mostly because now whenever I need you to bend to my will about things, I'll know exactly how to get you to do it."
Harry groans good-naturedly and shakes his head at her. "You are something else, Ginny Weasley."
"I'm a lot of things. But you know what I'm not?"
Harry's eyes are darkening as he looks at her, amusement in his eyes. "What's that?"
"I'm not ticklish. At all. Except in one place."
"Oh? And where's that?"
"You'll have to find it, Harry. But it's definitely under my clothes. Somewhere."
Harry grins, and it's a bit feral, and Ginny feels a thrill down to her toes. Before she knows it, he's snogging her again, and his hands are roaming a bit more than she's used to, but it's okay. She knows he's not going to find the place where she's ticklish. At least, not today.
o-o-o-o-o
"Is this it?"
Harry's voice is soft and so close that Ginny, who had already been biting her lip, bit down even further and shook her head, not trusting her voice.
Harry's chuckle seems loud in the confined space they've tucked themselves in, and she feels her heart swoop in response. She can just make out the glint in his eyes, or perhaps it's only the light catching his glasses. She's not sure, but there is no mistaking the smug smile on his face.
I've created a monster.
Harry bows his head again, continuing what he'd been doing before asking if he'd found her ticklish spot. Ginny lets her mind wander, putting her hands back into the tangled mess he likes to call hair. She marvels at how far they have come from that dusty classroom, once upon a time -over two and half years ago. The war is over. Their side has won. And most importantly, Harry is alive.
These have been the three constants in Ginny's mind for the last few years of her life, admittedly. The last one being the most important, of course.
And now? Now the Man Who Vanquished the Dark Lord is trying to find her ticklish spot - a spot Ginny thought he might be starting to doubt existed. But there were still a few areas they hadn't ventured into yet - not because Ginny didn't want them to. But it was hard for them to find time alone together these days.
It didn't stop them from trying, of course. Take, for example, today's private spot - the small cupboard under the stairs at the Burrow. Harry had laughed strangely when she'd pulled him into it, an odd look coming into his eyes.
She'd realized her mistake after they'd started snogging, of course, and had thrown herself into the activity to make up for her insensitivity. Harry hadn't seemed to mind too much, thankfully. But then again, that was always Harry, wasn't it?
His hands were now working hard on their mission to touch her everywhere under her clothes. His mouth...ah, his mouth definitely had its own attack agenda in motion as well. Ginny bit back a moan and tugged on his hair, shifting underneath him.
Harry brought his head up and looked hopefully at her. Ginny ruefully shook her head. No, that wasn't it, either.
Harry sat back suddenly, sighing. He looked at her, a forlorn expression on his face.
"Well, I've narrowed it down, but something tells me I'm not going to be able to find it today."
Ginny's heart had been racing at what they'd been doing, and she used the break in the onslaught of his talented fingers and mouth to clear her head. Harry's transformation of a boy who'd barely ever been touched to this...man who knew his way around most of her body still made her head spin sometimes.
Winning the war had given Harry a confidence he'd never had before. But Ginny also reckoned they'd simply been making up for lost time and had spent a good chunk of said time just learning each other's responses. She'd been amazed to discover that Harry Potter could be a speedy learner when he wanted to be. And with this – learning the ins and outs of her body - he'd been particularly motivated.
"Oh? And where do you think it is then?"
Harry grinned. "After careful consideration and, of course, the two areas I just checked off my list, I'll say it's...on the lower part of your body and definitely under these."
He put his hand on her shorts and then moved it around her thigh, the pads of his fingertips causing her to shiver. He then let his fingers stray up underneath the edge of the shorts, his eyes looking intoxicatingly intense as he watched her.
She wasn't sure how long they would have sat there, staring at each other - their needs and wants clearly filling the small space (as well as their increased breathing) when they both heard Ron's voice calling for them.
They both swore at the same time, and Ginny raised her eyebrow at her boyfriend.
"Nice mouth, Harry."
"You weren't complaining a few minutes ago, Ginny."
"You're incorrigible."
Harry leaned forward and kissed her, working those incredibly proficient hands of his into her hair and cupping her head with them. Ginny sighed and shifted closer to him, feeling him firm against her body. When they broke apart, she saw the same fierce look in his eyes that always thrilled her.
"We need to get away," Harry said slowly, blinking at her.
"Someplace with no brothers," Ginny agreed.
"No parents. And no work. And, dare I say it, no quidditch either," Harry said, sounding slightly bemused that that last statement had come out of his mouth.
Ginny giggled.
"No Teddy to babysit. Not that I mind that," she quickly added.
Harry smiled kindly at her.
"I know you don't."
"So, we'll see each other 10 years from now when we're both settled, and Teddy's gone off to Hogwarts?" Ginny asked, laughing.
"Merlin, I hope not," Harry murmured. He gazed at her, his eyes filling with heat, and she felt her heart swoop again. "Can you at least give me a hint?"
Ginny tilted her head as though considering it and then took ahold of his hand. She moved it slowly down her front and then paused as she shifted onto her hip, placing his hand on the gentle curve of her body.
"Somewhere in this general vicinity, love."
He licked his lips in response and then smiled. "That gives me some ground to cover then."
"Are you implying I have wide hips, Harry James Potter?"
Harry blinked at her rapidly. "What? No! That's not...I was trying to be suave and sexy. Honestly, I didn't mean to imply-"
Ginny laughed as she started straightening her clothes. She knew Ron would probably come by on another pass and remember the cupboard. She didn't want to be found in such a deshabille state.
"Just teasing you, Harry."
Harry looked relieved and less excited in certain parts of his anatomy, so Ginny knew her plan had worked. It wouldn't do to leave the cupboard if everyone could tell they'd just been in the cupboard, now would it?
Ginny kissed him quickly and then stood. She slid out the door after looking both ways. She knocked on it when she thought the coast was clear, and Harry soon followed. They were just smiling smugly at each other when they heard someone clear their throat. They turned to find Ron leaning against the stairs, arms folded.
"Why don't you two just get a room already?"
Ginny and Harry exchanged glances and then looked back at her brother, who Ginny was amazed to see was laughing at them.
"You're driving the whole house spare. Just go on already. Hermione and I are about to book a room at the Three Broomsticks for you." Ron shook his head and then nodded at Harry. "Come on, mate, we've been called into work."
Harry groaned. "Fine, I'll be right behind you."
"Suit yourself," Ron said as he strolled off, flashing a cheeky grin at his sister. Ginny shook her head.
"What do you say?" Harry asked, and she frowned at him.
"About what?"
Harry pulled her closer. "Should we take him up on that offer?"
"Oh. Well, maybe. But I want you to put more thought into finding that ticklish spot, Harry. I want you to do your due diligence, after all. It'll make the reward of finding it all the sweeter."
Harry chuckled and nuzzled his nose against hers. "I'll see you later?"
"Of course."
He lowered his hands until he was holding onto her hips, snagging his fingers into the loops of her shorts. He tugged her closer to him. "Soon, Gin," he mumbled, his voice sounding gruff. Ginny merely nodded in response.
Soon. Such a small word, but it held so much promise - of being tickled finally, and...of other things.
o-o-o-o-o
"Ginny?"
"Yeah?"
"That was amazing, brilliant, even…and we were…"
"Yeah, it was. And yes, we were."
"Is it always that…"
"I don't know! What makes you think I know that?"
Harry snorted softly into her hair and lifted his head, squinting at her for a moment. He shifted and turned away slightly, and suddenly his glasses made an appearance. Ginny knew she was grinning rather stupidly at him, but she couldn't help it and did nothing to hide the expression on her face.
"I thought perhaps one of your brothers had…" Harry let his voice trail off, and Ginny snickered.
"As if. Can you imagine any of my brothers telling me about their first time? I'm fairly sure half of them want to believe I'm going to die a virgin."
Harry was grinning from ear to ear at her words, and Ginny blinked as the enormity of what they'd finally accomplished hit her. She took a staggering breath in wonder.
"Then I'd say half your brothers are going to be rather sorely disappointed," Harry continued, and Ginny giggled at the male pride in his voice.
They were still wrapped up in each other, and Ginny didn't want to move, but she knew they'd eventually start to lose feeling in their limbs, not to mention other parts might start feeling a bit awkward. She tapped Harry on the shoulder and nodded her head at their bodies. He sighed as they disentangled and lay on his back as Ginny snuggled closer to him, wrapping her leg around him. Oh, but she loved her boyfriend's body. Well, actually, she just loved all of him. Full stop.
He joined his hand with hers, and she raised her head to watch him. He was linking his fingers gently with hers, a faraway expression on his face. As though he too couldn't quite believe they'd done the thing they'd just done.
"Feel any different?" she asked him now.
Harry gave a mock yawn and then winked at her. "A bit tired, maybe."
Ginny snorted. "You're too young to be falling asleep on me, Harry."
Harry grinned again but then sobered. "How about…you? Did it…I mean, you seemed to…um…are you very sore?"
Ginny took stock of her body. Physically, she reckoned she was okay, or would be, soon. And the next time they did it, she'd probably be even better than that, Merlin willing. "A bit. But I know it's going to fade. It was good that we, er, I mean, I had at least a few…arrivals before you actually got in there, I think. Sort of smoothed the way for a less rocky landing." Ginny felt herself blush at her own euphemisms.
Harry smirked as he twirled a bit of her hair with his finger. "Yes, that seems to be the best advice I took away from everyone who tried to give me "the talk" this week."
Ginny frowned. "I know Ron tried, but who else dared to give sex advice to the Boy Who Lived, Our Savior and Auror Extraordinaire?"
"Is that my new title?" Harry asked, biting his lip. She could tell he wanted to laugh.
Ginny nodded and then raised her eyebrow. "Stop changing the subject. God, does my whole family know we're here shagging our brains out? Dear lord."
Harry laughed. "I hope not. I mean, I hope at least your mother doesn't know. I'll never be able to show my face in her house again. Oh, hell, you've already told her, haven't you?"
Ginny grinned. "Who do you think gave me my talk?"
Harry groaned. "Well, there went that dream. We have to move to outer Mongolia now; I hope you know that."
"Can we stop and see Charlie? I'm sure he has some words to share with you too."
Harry groaned again. "You have too many male family members."
"You're just noticing this now? And anyway, answer my original question. Who else do I have to thank for this amazingly brilliant first attempt at getting our collective legs over?"
"Well, Bill sort of swung by the pub the other night after training. I got to experience that joy with Ron and him. It was brilliant. And by brilliant, I mean it was completely and utterly embarrassing. Remember that time we took Teddy to get ice cream, and he took off his trousers and ran down the high street shouting out my name? That pales in comparison. Bill, Ginny. Bloody Bill."
Ginny laughed, imagining her oldest brother giving Harry the talk. "Sorry. Anyone else?"
Harry's face turned a bit pink, and he looked uncomfortable for a moment. He finally met her gaze.
"Um, your dad."
"What? No! Really? Mum didn't even tell me that. Well, I suppose he felt a responsibility."
"Yeah, but to you or to me? I think he would have handled it fine, except, of course, he was talking about me, pleasuring you, his only daughter. Honestly, Gin, I have never seen your father look so red in the face. I think both of us just wanted the world to open up and swallow us whole. It almost made me want to proclaim I'd never besmirch your honor and become a monk, forsaking all carnal pleasures."
They both laughed at the outlandish nature of that statement, and Ginny kissed him on the shoulder, shaking her head, and took pity on him. He really had had it worse than her. "Well, I, for one, am glad you stuck it out. I'd hate to think of all the orgasms I'd be missing out on."
Harry blushed but lifted her head with his finger to kiss her on the mouth, and before Ginny knew it, he was above her again, hands roaming wherever they wanted. She felt a thrill run through her. Knowing that they could finally have each other again and again like this…she shuddered at the thought.
Harry's hand strayed slowly down her stomach, his fingers gentle but persistent. He had moved on to kissing the side of her neck, taking in deep breaths of her hair, of all things, when she felt the need to burst into laughter. She gasped and pulled her head away in shock. Harry's eyes blazed at her in amusement, his expression triumphant.
"You thought I'd completely forgot, didn't you?"
Ginny shook her head. "No, but I had been hoping that the thrill of first-time sex would distract you."
"Hah," Harry said roughly as his fingers tickled her again. "You should have remembered I played as a Seeker. And your ticklish spot has been my snitch for quite some time now." Ginny moaned and tried to twist away, but he held her firmly. "Oh, no, you don't, Ginny Weasley. I have a lot of afternoons of you tickling me to death to get even with here."
"Oh. But, Harry, I mean, what were you saying about turning into a monk? Because if you keep on this theme, I have to say I might not-"
Ginny gasped as he suddenly gripped her by the hips and started to tickle her relentlessly. After a few moments, or maybe it was after a few years of torture, Ginny pleaded between loud squeals of laughter for him to stop. When he finally ceased his attack, Ginny sucked in a long breath of air, her chest heaving from the exertion of trying to fend him off. Harry winked at her and sat back, a satisfied smile on his face.
"Yeah, yeah," Ginny breathed out, rolling her eyes at him. "So now you know."
Harry grinned and lay back down beside her, hands behind his head. He struck a rarely seen cheeky and self-assured sort of pose. Ginny thought he looked adorable, but she wasn't about to say so. She didn't need his head to get too big.
Harry cocked an eyebrow at her. "Victory is sweet."
Ginny snorted. "What victory? It took you forever. If my ticklish spot was your snitch, they would have called the game ages ago."
"Never," Harry scoffed at her. "The game isn't over until the snitch is caught. One of the first things I ever learned."
Ginny shook her head as he closed his eyes, the smile still on his face. She let her eyes travel over him and sighed. She moved her hand over his chest, feeling the lean muscles there. Auror training had, more than anything else, helped Harry finally grow into his lanky and rather fit frame. His final growth spurt had evened out his body in a way that she sure he was entirely unaware of yet. All Ginny knew was that she was one bloody lucky witch. For so many, many reasons. Glancing back at his face, which still looked far too self-assured for her tastes, she moved her hand down lower and bit back a grin as his eyes flew open.
"I've sighted the quaffle and have taken things in hand, Captain," Ginny said now, gazing at him.
"Did you just compare my…to a quaffle?" Harry asked, sounding a bit breathless. As she felt him grow harder in her hand, she knew she had him.
"I may have just," Ginny conceded, speeding up her actions.
"Oh," Harry said plainly, eyes starting to look a bit glazed. Ginny flipped her hair over her shoulder, hoping she appeared as confident and as cheeky as he had and began kissing her way down his stomach.
Her mouth paused when it reached one of his ticklish spots, and Ginny nipped at the skin there, teasing him until he shuddered under her.
"Harry?" she asked as she shifted and started moving so she could straddle him. "Swear right now you will never, ever tickle me again."
Harry frowned. "That hardly seems fair, Gin."
Ginny put her knees on either side of him and reached around to continue stroking him. She gazed at him with all the desire she had. She saw him swallow roughly in response, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
"Swear," she said again, tightening her grip around him the way she knew he liked.
"What if I do it accidentally, though?" Harry asked. Or rather, pleaded, actually.
Ginny tilted her head in consideration, refusing to let her smile show. "That's fine as long as I believe it was accidentally. And I'll tell you now, I'm a tough critic."
"Oh, that's brilliant," Harry mumbled, sounding put out. Ginny leveled him with what she hoped was a disapproving look. "But fair," Harry hurriedly finished.
Ginny finally smirked at him. She removed her hand from his body and slowly dragged her other across her breasts until her nipples were aroused and rigid with excitement. Harry licked his lips as he watched her. She slowly lowered her fingers down toward the center of her body. Hermione had told her that doing it on top could be very fun for the woman, and Ginny was determined to find out if it were true. She already liked being in charge, which really wasn't a surprise. Probably wasn't even a surprise to Harry, either. Judging from the flush of his skin and the way his eyes followed every move she was making, Ginny would hazard a guess that he liked it just fine.
She and Harry had explored each other before taking the final step, of course, but she had never done this in front of him and couldn't help the way her body flushed now as he watched her touch herself. It was so…intimate…so wildly sensual. She was already wet, just thinking about lowering herself onto him, and realized she wanted him. Now. She scooted back and then rose upwards slightly, balancing herself above him. Ginny raised her head and met Harry's gaze, feeling incredibly turned on. They didn't speak — and they had both already forgotten the silly promise she had been about to extract from him. The teasing playfulness was now a thing of the past.
Ginny hissed as her body slid onto Harry's, and his hands reached out to grab her hips of their own accord. Ginny gazed at him, loving the feeling – it was so much more this way – she moved her hips inexpertly to the left and then to the right, trying to decide which she preferred. Harry grunted, and she felt him shaking beneath her in response.
She decided she liked it.
She thrust forward, and they both swore, and Harry's hands moved to cup her breasts.
"You look bloody brilliant up there," Harry said, his voice already sounding strained.
"And you feel bloody brilliant down there," Ginny said, almost not recognizing the throaty and husky sound of her own voice.
They moved, awkwardly at first, still getting used to the feeling, but they soon found a pleasing rhythm, and Ginny could hardly believe how much better it felt this time. And it hadn't been horrible the first time; she hadn't been trying to placate his ego at all. But this? This was…
"Oh, Harry, sex is bloody fantastic," she breathed out before she could stop herself.
"Mgmn," he readily grunted, appearing to agree with her. He already sounded as though he was at his breaking point. Harry pushed upwards, and she gasped as she felt him slide even deeper into her, and she leaned forward to secure herself. She placed her hands on his chest, and they watched each other as they moved, and Ginny felt as though she were drowning into the beautiful emerald of Harry's eyes.
It was over far too soon for Ginny's liking – that would be something they could work on, she reckoned, and before she knew it, Harry was gripping her to him, pumping up into her. Her name softly fell reverently out of his mouth as he came, as though it were a whispered prayer. He was clutching at her as though he thought he might lose her, somehow. Ginny sighed as she continued to move; she was so close…she could feel it as though it was just out of her grasp…
But Harry was done for, she could tell, and she slowly stilled her movements. She kissed him forcefully, still feeling as though she had miles to go before she could reach his relaxed state. She half-growled his name, and he blinked at her in understanding. He turned them over, slipping out of her. A moment later, she felt his hand in between her legs, and she moaned wantonly as he fingered her. They had discovered early on in their sexual adventures that Ginny's body simply adored Harry's fingers.
He urged her on, whispering silly and nonsensical yet-somehow-still-sexy things in her ears. Ginny arched her back as she gave herself over to the feeling their coupling had started inside her. Like a fire spreading through a dry and dusty room, her release went burning through her until she was writhing underneath his touch, coming completely undone.
When Ginny finally came back to herself, she saw the same cheeky smile on Harry's face from before, but she didn't even mind it this time. She opened her arms, and he moved closer, settling into her embrace. They kissed, and Ginny sighed, resting her head against his.
"You're one loud witch," Harry chuckled. "Glad these rooms have built-in silencing charms."
Ginny merely grunted and let her hands get lost in the hair at the back of his neck, which she realized was damp with sweat. She wondered briefly if the Ministry would approve of Harry's new workout regimen.
"We need to practice being quiet for when we're not in a hotel room, Gin," Harry continued, his voice teasing.
"And we need to work on your ability to last longer, Potter."
"Hey!"
Ginny grinned at him. "Only teasing. Well, a bit. I mean, I reckon, that part improves after the newness wears off? Hopefully?"
Harry looked mildly disgruntled and shook his head. "If you didn't look so fantastic while we did it, I wouldn't have any issues, you know."
"Oh, really? So you want me to look bad while we're shagging? Dress up like Auntie Muriel, perhaps? Will that help you?"
They stared at each other and then burst out laughing at the same time. Harry gave her an amused if a rather fondly frustrated look.
"Sorry," he said after a moment. "I sort of, um, well, seeing you on top of me was this thing I didn't even know I needed or wanted, and then bam, you were there and looking so…brilliant as always and wow. Off I went. I'll try harder next time, promise."
Ginny smirked at his choice of words. "Harder, huh?"
Harry rolled his eyes. "Is everything going to now be innuendo between us?"
Ginny nodded her head solemnly. "I'm afraid so."
"Well, I don't have a problem with that, but can you imagine Ron dealing with it?"
Ginny laughed. "It might slow down his food consumption a bit."
"Hmm," Harry nuzzled her and then smiled. "I'll make it up to you, Ginny. I promise."
"Oh, I know, Harry," Ginny said. "I have every intention of you doing just that in another few minutes."
"You're trying to kill me with sex, is that it, Ginevra?"
Ginny stuck her tongue out at his use of her full name and lowered her hands. "Oh, you'll pay for your cheek, Harry."
Harry kissed her suddenly, and it left her feeling quite breathless. She blinked at him as he pulled away with that same smug sort of smile on his face. Oh, this wouldn't do at all.
"All right, you asked for it," Ginny said, and with that, she pounced, starting to tickle him in all the places she knew he had. And Harry's laughter filled the room, as well as his quite unmanly shrieking, causing Ginny to offer a silent, happy thanks to ticklish spots.
o-o-o-o-o