It had started with a conversation between the Weasley brothers, which, of course, included Harry. The topic – the recent birth of Bill and Fleur's second daughter, Dominique. The main topic though, was when Bill mentioned he and Fleur were counting down the days till they could resume their marital relations.
"Huh?" asked Ron.
" Sex, dufus," chirped George, clipping his youngest brother over the head.
"Ow, geroff me." Ron flinched away from George, rubbing his head.
"What do you mean, you're counting down the days?" asked Harry, puzzled.
Bill looked amused. "Certain things that became enlarged enough to deliver a baby have to return to normal size. Down there," he clarified, seeing Harry's continued confusion.
Both Harry and Ron blushed.
"Six weeks? Blimey, I'd go spare," gasped George.
"Likely you'd go blind," teased Charlie, gesturing with his hand.
" Oy, I'm not the one that prefers dragons to witches...or wizards," protested George.
"Nothing wrong with either sex," shrugged Charlie, " besides, I've gone longer than six weeks. It'll be over in no time," he assured his older brother.
" I bloody hope so," sighed Bill. "I love my daughters but Fleur and I have a healthy sex life. We've never gone this long before, just when Vic was born. We still have five weeks to go."
" She has just given birth, Bill, she probably doesn't want you any near...that," said Percy, trying to be delicate...and failing badly.
Bill scoffed. "You don't know Fleur. Veela hormones make it worse for her."
"Well, I'm not looking forward to the whole six week thing when Angie and I start procreating, but I reckon I could hold out longer than you lot," bragged George, looking around. "Except you, Potter, because you and my sister are not bumping uglies till after you get married, am I right?"
"Whatever helps you sleep at night, George," replied Harry, dryly.
"Oh please, we've all walked in on Harry and Ginny somewhere, right? Mum's pantry, the Quidditch pitch," teased Charlie.
"The kitchen at Grimmauld," added Ron, grimacing.
"The store room at WWW," continued Bill, making George frown and shake his head.
"Ron's old bedroom at the Burrow," said Percy, shooting a look of disapproval at Harry.
"My bedroom. MY BEDROOM? UGH!" cried Ron, looking disgusted.
Harry didn't know where to look. It was all true, he and Ginny had been busted by all her brothers at one time or another.
"I bet Angie and I can keep our hands off each other longer than you guys," announced George, adding, " especially Harry and Ginny!"
"Especially Harry and Ginny what?" asked Ginny, coming out onto the porch at Shell Cottage, where the men had gathered. "Bill, your second daughter is precious, and I'm sure I see a touch of ginger in her hair!"
She sat on Harry's lap, her arms going around his neck. "Now, Harry and Ginny what?" she repeated.
"Bill was telling us how he and Fleur have to wait six weeks till they can have sex," – Percy groaned his disapproval so George amended - " special cuddles again. I bet my brothers Angie and I can go without longer than any of them."
" Why would you want to?" giggled Ginny, and Harry buried his face against her side as he chuckled.
"You know Angie and I have that holiday booked for the Maldives? Well, I am so confident we're going to win, I'm putting that holiday up for grabs," announced George.
"Don't you think you should speak to Angelina first," suggested Percy.
"We're in," announced Ginny, rubbing her hands together.
"What?" asked Harry, looking up at her in alarm.
"We're in," repeated Ginny.
"Looks like Harry's not getting in," quipped Ron, and Charlie laughed as Harry shot Ron a deadly look.
"What's more, we're going to win," boasted Ginny, before leaning over to smack Ron in the head.
"Ow, why does everybody do that?" he asked rhetorically, rubbing his head.
"Percy, you in?" asked George. "Charlie?" He magicked up some parchment and a quill which added his and Ginny's name on it.
" We could have a bet on who is not going to win too," suggested Ginny.
"Yeah, but all our money would be on Percy," teased Charlie.
Percy turned his nose in the air. "Audrey and I have quite the satisfactory love life, thank you Charlie, but we would like a holiday so count us in."
"Ron, you've been quiet? Are you in or do you need to ask Hermione," teased Harry.
Ron shot Harry his middle finger. "Hermione loves to travel so I'm sure she'd be okay with it."
"Now what exactly are we talking about?" asked Ginny. "Is it just full blown sex, or are we including oral, mutual or assisted mastur-"
"Woah, woah," chorused Ron, George and Bill, holding their hands up, their faces grimacing at their sister.
"Good question, Ginny," agreed Percy. "What?" he asked, as his brothers looked at him. "We need rules, boundaries. We need to establish what is considered sex."
" I'm sure Hermione has a book at home," chuckled Ron.
"Do you have to have an orgasm for it to be considered sex, cos Harry and I – " began Ginny,
"SHUT UP!" yelled her brothers.
"Yes, please stop talking," said Harry, weakly, feeling the glares of five Weasley brothers boring into him.
"How will we know if one couple have had sex, or not?" asked Ginny, unperturbed, " and what about Charlie? He's the only one without a partner...that we know of," she said slyly. Charlie had been secretive on this visit home to see his new niece and she had suspected he was seeing someone.
" Honour system," chorused Bill, George and Percy.
" Weasley brother code, er sibling code," Bill quickly amended as Ginny glared at him. "No lies between family ties," he quoted. "Not about the important stuff," he added.
"Right, when do we start?" asked Ginny.
" I'll leave you to thrash out the details, I'm going to get Teddy home to Andromeda," said Harry, and Ginny stood to let him stand. They had brought him over to see the new baby and to play with Victoire.
Ginny came inside with him as he prepared Teddy for the journey home. It always warmed his heart the way she cuddled him, telling him they'd see him again soon and they would miss their little guy.
She kissed him loudly on the cheek and he giggled, even more so when she did the same to Harry.
"See you at home," she told him, and he nodded, waving goodbye to everyone before flooing his godson home.
/*/*/*/*
He'd been cajoled to bath his godson and read him a story before he left, so it was no wonder Ginny was home before he was. What's more, she'd already showered and was wearing just knickers and one of his oversize tee shirts, her favoured sleeping attire.
He stood and watched her move around the kitchen, throwing something together for a light dinner. She was poetry in motion and he could just watch her forever, spinning between the oven, the refrigerator and the kitchen bench.
She half turned, gasping before realising it was him. " Oh, you scared me," she chuckled. " Hungry?"
"Starving...but not for food." His voice was low and his eyes had darkened; his meaning clear.
" Uh-uh-uh," she tutted, waving her finger, " we are going to beat my brothers, Harry," she said determinedly.
"Why, why, why?" he groaned, coming towards her, his arms snaking around her waist. " Have you forgotten you've only just gotten back from ten days of away matches? That I was on night shift last night and only got home at eight this morning?"
"I let you sleep till it was time to go to Shell Cottage," she protested.
"And you said we could come home early and spend the rest of the weekend in bed," he reminded her. "Not sleeping!"
" I know," she conceded, " but think, Harry...the Maldives! It looks bloody amazing!"
"If you want to go the Maldives, I'll take you to the bloody Maldives. You want to go the Moon, I'll take you to the bloody Moon!" he growled, " but right now, all I want is you!"
She looked sorrowful but determined. "I want you too, God knows how much I missed you while I was away...but no, I'm determined to beat my brothers, Harry."
He let her go, turned and headed out of the kitchen.
"Where are you going?" she asked.
"I'm going for a run," he said.
"What about dinner?" she asked.
"Told you, I'm not hungry for food," he replied, and she heard him running up the stairs.
He left minutes later, dressed in running shorts, shoes and a tank tee that showed his muscled arms.
"Don't know how long I'll be," he told her, and she nodded.
He'd taken to running back when she was in her first year with the Harpies. She'd had a whole new fitness regime to adhere too, and Harry had helped her adjust, as he too, had to keep fit for his work. They'd found a muggle gym near Grimmauld Place and occasionally took a class of boxing or yoga if their schedules permitted; otherwise they just used the equipment.
They'd started out jogging to the gym, then had extended it to a path that went through a park and was a good five kilometres at least. Sometimes they'd do one lap, sometimes two.
Ginny nibbled on her sandwich, binning the last of it and headed upstairs. It was still relatively early, barely nine o'clock, but she decided to go to bed and read while she waited for Harry.
She audibly exhaled when she heard Harry return. It took him a minute or two to set the wards then she presumed he was getting a drink to cool down before he came upstairs.
"Gin?" he called.
"In bed," she replied and he came to the door of their bedroom.
She looked up at him and smiled, and his heart just about stopped. She sat in the middle of their huge bed, her hair spread out against the pillow propped up against her back. His shirt half hung off one shoulder, showing that group of freckles he loved to kiss.
" Coming to bed?" she asked, patting his side.
"Just going to shower," he told her, and then proceeded to start undressing there in their bedroom.
Ginny sat back, enjoying the show. He was far from the skinny boy she had first met and it showed in his pecs and arms. Arms that always made her feel protected and safe. A chest that she could always lay her head on and feel his heartbeat. Alive, alive, it's pounding always comforting her.
He smirked as she watched with interest as he undid the button on his jeans. As he slowly slid the zipper down, Ginny became aware of what he was doing.
"Are you doing a strip tease for me, Harry?" she asked in surprise.
"Just getting ready for my shower, " he replied, toeing off his shoes before pulling his jeans down and stepping out of them, taking his socks off at the same time.
She sat up and studied him, a heat running through her body. It had been almost two weeks since they'd last been together and seeing so much of his skin was making her salivate to touch him.
He stood, completely naked in front of her. Before she could look too far south, he turned.
" Won't be long," he told her, pausing at the door to wiggle his arse before heading down the hall to the shower. She heard his chuckle as he went.
Ginny's jaw tightened. That prat knew what he was doing to her. Getting her all heated up as he undressed! Well, too bad for him, she was strong-minded, she could, would resist naked Harry Potter and beat her brothers to win this holiday for her and Harry.
So when Harry returned to the bedroom, disgruntled after having a very cold shower, he found her curled up in a ball, asleep and snoring adorably.
This just made him grouchier as he dropped the towel and got into bed, turning his back to his girlfriend.
She immediately turned and rolled against him, seeking his warmth as she curled around him, her hand resting on his hip, her fingers lightly stroking circles even in her sleep.
He groaned internally at her touch, craving so much more but knowing how stubborn Ginny could be about these kind of things with her brothers.
'Bloody Weasley brothers,' he thought, before her rythymic stroking lead him to sleep.
She was not in their bed when he woke; it was just after eight o'clock. He could smell breakfast cooking so he rose, went to the bathroom to relieve himself before returning to the bedroom to throw on a clean pair of boxers and an old Auror tee shirt.
Sure enough, she was at the cooktop, turning bacon and sausages while keeping an eye on the toast.
"Morning," he said, " need some help?"
She nodded. "Make the tea?"
"Sure." They were silent as they each focused on their jobs, yet shot each other looks when the other wasn't looking.
Harry swore under his breath when Ginny bent over to retrieve a dish out the cupboard, giving him an eyeful of white silky underwear. She stood and looked at him, arching an eyebrow.
"Problem?" she asked, brushing hair off her face.
He shook his head, trying not to look at that cluster of freckles on her shoulder as she pulled her/his tee shirt back up on her shoulder. She gathered her hair up in a messy bun on her head, holding it with her wand.
She had no idea how sexy she looked right then, how all he wanted to do was take her upstairs and –
"Hungry?" she asked innocently, holding a fully loaded plate.
"Yes." His reply was laced with meaning and she bit her bottom lip at the hunger in his eyes.
She closed her eyes, breathing heavily. 'Got to beat my brothers. Got to beat my brothers' she chanted in her head.
"Gin, you okay?"
She opened her eyes to see him standing right in front of her, looking down at her with concern.
"Fine," she replied, " I'm fine."
She shoved his plate at him and turned to load a plate for herself. She had to take a step away from him, his scent; his close proximity overtook her senses.
Must touch.
Must taste.
Have GOT to beat my brothers.
Why?
She took her plate, setting it loudly down on the table as she sat. Harry looked at her and she smiled weakly. Did he have to wear that tatty old tee shirt that was too small and clung to his body?
She tried to concentrate on her breakfast but all she could see was Harry's hands as he cut up his sausage and bacon, remembering how good those hands could make her feel as they mapped her body.
When he took a drink of his tea and swallowed, she remembered laving and nipping around his neck, the hitch of his breath as she did so, the moan of longing that made her do it again and again.
He stood suddenly and took his plate to the sink, returning to finish his cup of tea.
She pointed at his mouth. "You have a bit of butter there," she told him.
She watched as his tongue darted out to the corner, seeking the small blob of butter. That same tongue that drove her crazy as he sucked and licked and laved.
A bolt of lust and longing hit her.
" That's it," she conceded, setting her knife and fork down with a clatter.
"What?" he asked.
She stood and went to him. " Sod my brothers, I want you so damn much," she said, her arms going around his shoulders as she kissed him.
"Thank God," he cried in relief, his arms going around her waist as he hitched her closer.
Hands began going everywhere, touching, removing clothes, more touching.
"Was a stupid bet," she muttered, moaning as Harry kissed her shoulder.
"We were never going to win," he told her, resting his forehead on hers. "You know it, I know it, even your brothers know it."
She sighed in defeat. " I know. Just, shut up and shag me, Harry."
"I believe I'm up for the challenge," he declared, tossing his head back and hissing as her talented fingers slipped into his boxers and caressed his hardened member.
"Upstairs, now," she whispered at the wanton look in his eyes.
He apparated them upstairs and they stayed there the rest of the day, just as he had wanted.
/*/*/*/*
The following Sunday they all met at the Burrow, as they usually did. It was Bill and Fleur's first venture out with the new baby, which distracted Molly and Arthur perfectly for the siblings to meet in Ron's room.
" Harry and I are out," declared Ginny, once they were all inside.
Ron snorted. "Big surprise."
"What about the rest of you?" she asked, looking at her other siblings and ignoring Ron for now.
"I'm out," sighed Charlie.
"Really? Do tell," encouraged Ginny.
"Nope. There was nothing in the bet that said we needed to give details," insisted Charlie."
" I don't want to know details," muttered Ron, " or give them."
"Audrey and I are out too," said Percy. "We, er, that night, you see, actually..."
"Percy, you dog!" George patted him on the back in congratulations.
"Wait, if we're all out, who gets the trip? The last one to hold out?" asked Ginny curiously. " Harry and I are probably still out, we didn't make it past the next morning."
"Who had money on Harry and Ginny not making it twenty four hours?" asked George, looking at his brothers.
"You had a whole seperate bet about me and Harry?" cried Ginny.
Ron and Percy put up their hands.
"Can you be more specific with the time?" George asked Ginny and Harry. Ginny opened her mouth to berate her brother but Harry spoke first.
"Ron hasn't said anything...or George," he said.
"Hermione and I are out," said Ron. " Wednesday night for us. I was reading 'Hogwarts – a History', thinking it would make me fall asleep before she came to bed, but she came in, saw me reading it and, well...the woman went wild!"
"So you'll finally get around to reading it then, Ron," teased Ginny, " if it makes Hermione act like that!"
" No details," hissed Harry.
"Friday night for me," said Charlie. "Caught up with an old friend."
"I need the details," Ginny told Harry, but Charlie shook his head.
"Looks like I'm the winner," said George, grouchily, " seeing I'm the only one who didn't get any this week. When Angie found out about the bet, she was furious! I'm lucky I still got to sleep in our bed with her!"
"Bill didn't get any either," reminded Charlie, happily.
"Four weeks to go," sighed Bill.
"Ron, your bed is really comfy," noted Ginny, bouncing on it.
Ron reddened. "Yes, it is."
"Why do I – ah, that's right," giggled Ginny, nudging Harry.
Ron scowled at the both of them, then looked at his brothers.
"Let's never have a bet like this again," he suggested.
"Hear, hear," agreed Harry. " I know way too much about your sex lives, Weasleys."
"Yeah, well, we've seen too much of your sex life, Potter," retorted George.
"And heard," agreed Ron. " That's even worse." He shuddered dramatically.
"It's all Bill's fault, anyway," remembered George, " he was the one to start this."
"Me? What did I do? I just mentioned I had to wait weeks to be with my wife," protested Bill. " Judging you by all this last week, you lot are really going to be hard up when your wives have a baby."
"Hard up? Really, Bill?" Percy rolled his eyes.
" You've done it now, George," complained Ginny, looking at Harry. "This one's got baby fever."
"I have not," denied Harry. "I just look forward to us having a baby."
"Anyone wanna bet Harry and Ginny are the next ones to spawn?" asked George, looking around with interest.
He then had to duck as pillows and assorted paraphanalia came flying his way.
"NO MORE BETS!" chorused his siblings.