"...so, yeah," Harry said, as he came to the end of his speech. He grinned at Ron and Hermione, both of whom looked as happy as Harry had ever seen them. "My two best friends are getting married, and all I have to say is, it's about bloody time!" He raised his glass amidst cheers and laughter and the sound of fists pounding on the solid wood tables. A small number of Grangers and a large number of Weasleys, not to mention myriad guests, had taken over the largest dining room at The Speech House Hotel for Ron and Hermione's wedding rehearsal dinner. Now, their many voices united as one to yell, "Cheers!" in a toast to the happy couple.
Harry dropped back into his seat next to Ron and nudged his best friend with his elbow. "Alright, mate?"
"Yeah, I'm brilliant." Ron's face was flushed and his eyes glossy, and he looked downright giddy. George sat on his other side with his arm slung around Ron's shoulders. Harry made a mental note to keep him away from the firewhiskey for the rest of the night. Hermione would murder them both if Ron showed up with a bad hangover.
Although, just across the table from them, Hermione looked a bit lush, herself. Her eyes were bright with excitement, and she had - seemingly voluntarily - joined Luna and Ginny in a conversation about the ethical treatment of garden gnomes. All around them, the dining room was alive with delicious scents, raucous singing, and general merriment. Indeed, the staff of the beautiful lodge, located in the center of the Forest of Dean, looked utterly bewildered by the oddly dressed people, the unfamiliar music, and the multiple requests for drinks like Ogden's Firewhiskey, sparkling elderflower, and pumpkin juice.
It couldn't be helped, really. Most wizards weren't very good at blending in with Muggles. Harry counted them all lucky that no one had pulled out a wand to refill their water or levitate a plate to the table.
Yet.
Two tables away from him, Harry spotted Seamus, Dean, and Charlie having an animated conversation with Hagrid. Seeing as Ron and Hermione were happily occupied, he thought to go join his other friends. Unfortunately, he was intercepted by Percy.
"Cracking speech, Harry," Percy said.
"Er, thanks," Harry replied. He moved to rise again, but Percy wasn't finished. "Are you still enjoying your work as an Auror?" he asked. "Government service really is the most rewarding work, isn't it? Leading the Department of Magical Transportation may not be as exciting as a job in magical law enforcement, mind you, but I'm doing some very important work lately. In fact…"
Before Harry could figure out how to stop him, Percy had launched into a speech about the new regulations he had proposed regarding the Knight Bus and a new qualifying test for drivers. Harry sighed and settled in for the long haul. He nodded at appropriate intervals and tried to laugh when Percy made an attempt at a joke. But just when Harry's eyes started to glaze over, he felt something brush against his ankle. His eyes darted around the table and caught Ginny's. She winked. Then she turned back to Hermione and Luna in time to point out that gnomes liked to pop out of their burrows to trip people or bite their ankles, so perhaps they deserved to get as good as they gave.
"So, you can see why that would be a problem," Percy finished.
"Hmm? Oh, yeah. Definitely," Harry said, nodding vigorously. Ginny's big toe was tracing small circles on his calf, and it was quite distracting. "It's amazing the Knight Bus doesn't have more accidents."
"Quite right. That's why I'm instituting the new driving test, plus all conductors will be required to renew their Apparition licenses every other year instead of every fourth year, and-"
"Brilliant!" Harry grabbed his glass and took a large swig of elf-made wine to cover the hissing sound that escaped his lips as Ginny's foot worked its way higher, sweeping over his knee and then pressing gently against his inner thigh.
"Is everything all right?" Percy asked, somehow managing to raise his eyebrows and furrow his brow at the same time.
"Yeah, absolutely," Harry choked out. "Excellent wine."
"Ah, yes. So, as I was saying…"
Percy prattled on, but Harry didn't hear a word he said. One of the straps of Ginny's dress had slid off her freckled shoulder, and the way her head was tilted exposed a delicate expanse of neck...
Harry wanted to reach across the table and slip that strap back into place. Or maybe sidle up behind her and press his lips to the pulse-point at her throat. Whichever it was, it needed to happen immediately. He licked his lips, his fist tightening around the stem of his wine glass.
Ginny must have noticed his internal struggle, because she tossed him a wicked grin before saying to Hermione, "Oops, I've lost my shoe under the table. Excuse me for a moment."
She slid low in her chair, so low that her chin nearly rested on the table, then swept her foot back and forth as if looking for something. "Hmm," she said, and ducked her head to peek under the table, " there it is." She pressed the ball of her foot directly between Harry's legs and wiggled her toes.
"Oh!" Harry jumped to his feet, knocking his chair backwards. "Sorry, Percy, I think-something's disagreed with my stomach, excuse me." He wrapped his arms low around his middle and hunched over a bit, hoping it would look like he was clutching his stomach in pain instead of trying to hide his growing erection.
He exited through the back of the large dining area and located one of the two public restrooms in this part of the lodge. He locked the door behind him and let his head fall back against it. One hand gripped his erection through his trousers, and he breathed deeply as he squeezed the base, seeking a moment of relief.
Just as he had started to compose himself, he heard a gentle knock on the door. "Just a second!" he called.
"Harry, it's me," he heard Ginny say quietly. "Let me in."
"Ginny?" Harry unlocked the door, and his girlfriend darted inside.
Her eyes were full of mischief. "Hi."
"Ginny, this is the men's room," he said, stupidly.
"I know. I thought you might need some help." She cast a none-too-subtle glance at his waistband. His softening length immediately hardened again.
"You know what? You're right." He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her against him. "Least you could do, since you're the reason I'm in this state."
Ginny smirked. "Oh, you poor dear." She wedged a hand between them and squeezed his erection through his trousers. "Is it uncomfortable?"
"Ginny…" Harry growled. She laughed as he picked her up and spun them around so he could set her on the sink. He kissed her lips, slow and teasing, then pulled away. "How long before someone notices we're missing?"
"I told Hermione and Luna I was going to my room to change shoes." One of Ginny's hands was pressed against his chest, and the other cupped the back of his neck, fingers combing through the curly hair at his nape. "Luna knows I was lying, though."
"Doesn't she always," Harry murmured. "We'll have to hurry, then."
"Yes, we ought to anyway, or someone's going to think you've got terrible food poisoning."
"And I'd hate to disparage our hosts that way, they've already been through so much." Without another word, Harry pushed that lingering strap all the way off of Ginny's shoulder, exposing one pert breast. She bit back a squeal of surprise. With a devilish grin, he ducked his head to circle her areola, flushed bright pink with arousal, with his tongue. Ginny clutched his head and moaned softly.
"Mmm." Harry closed his lips over the nipple and tugged, loving the way the small point elongated in response. He shoved the other strap of her dress down and palmed the newly-freed flesh, massaging it roughly before tweaking the nipple gently. "Merlin, I love your breasts."
As if to prove the point, he flicked his tongue over her nipple again before taking as much of her breast in his mouth as he could and suckling it gently. He began kissing his way across her chest, wet, open-mouthed kisses that had her arching into him, begging for more. When his lips closed around the other nipple, she gasped.
"Harry," she whined, her hands gripping his shoulders. "Closer."
Harry released her nipple with a pop, then kissed the tops of each of her breasts. They were heaving with her breath, and her freckled face was flushed and dreamy looking. Harry nudged her knees apart and stepped between them. With his hands on her hips, he pulled her center flush against the ridge of his erection. She locked her ankles behind his butt and whimpered.
"Hmm." Harry tilted her head back and kissed the underside of her jaw. "Shall we do it right now?" He pulled her knickers to the side and stroked a finger between her folds.
"Yes," Ginny breathed, as he slipped that finger deep inside her. "Yes."
"I'm not sure you're ready," Harry said. His voice sounded ragged, but he withdrew his fingers and looked at her as if he had all the patience in the world. "I need to be sure, Gin."
Slowly, he lowered himself to his knees on the bathroom floor. Ginny leaned back and lifted her hips so that he could slide her underpants off. He stuffed them in his jacket pocket. Then he put her legs over his shoulders and breathed deeply.
"Harry," Ginny said, his name a warning. He nipped the soft flesh near the apex of her thighs in response.
"Hold on," he muttered. He braced his hands against her thighs, spreading her wider, then leaned forward and swiped his tongue between her folds.
"Fuck, Harry," Ginny said in a broken whisper. One of her hands was behind her, propping her up on the sink, and the other was buried in his hair, urging him closer.
He took the cue easily, pushing his face even farther forward and burying his tongue deep inside her core. She gave a stifled cry, and he began thrusting his tongue in and out rhythmically, lapping at the growing moisture between her legs. His penis was so hard it was nearly unbearable, but he kept going, enjoying the way her inner walls clenched around his tongue nearly as much as she did. When her legs began to shake, he withdrew his tongue and stood up.
Ginny moaned in protest, but Harry silenced her with a desperate kiss. His hands clumsily worked at his belt and then the buttons on his trousers until he could shove them and his pants down to his ankles. He dipped his head and took one of her breasts in his mouth, sucking and teasing with his tongue as she panted and arched towards him.
Harry gripped his shaft and rubbed it between Ginny's warm folds, covering it in the wetness of her arousal. He rocked against her, and they both shuddered. He slowly lifted his head from her breast and kissed his way up her throat and back to her lips. "Okay," he said huskily, "I think you're ready now."
"Harry, please ."
"I've got you," he murmured. "It's going to be quick, alright?"
" Please ," Ginny repeated, and Harry thrust into her with one smooth stroke. "Yesssss," she hissed, and she crossed her ankles behind his back once more.
"Merlin, Ginny," Harry groaned, letting his head drop to her shoulder. He could feel her core pulsating around him. He pulled nearly all the way out and slid in slowly once more, rolling his hips so his pelvic bone would press against her clit when he thrust. She buried her face under his jaw, moaning and sucking and nipping at the skin there, and whatever thread of control Harry had been holding onto snapped.
"Shit, Ginny-I need-" Harry began pumping into her frantically, his hands gripping her hips as his thighs bumped into the sink below them. His glasses slipped down his face, and he just had to hope they wouldn't break if they hit the floor, because no way was he stopping to adjust them now. Ginny was still braced with one hand on the sink, but now she trailed the other one up her stomach and to her breast, where she began to tease her own nipple, pulling and elongating it before squeezing it tight between her fingers.
"Oh, Merlin," Harry moaned again. He lifted one of his hands from her hip and slid it between them, maneuvering until his thumb landed on the little bundle of nerves right above her center. In one swift motion, he circled his thumb against the little bud and captured her lips with his, swallowing her whimpers as she came with the force of an earthquake.
He kept stroking her through the aftershocks until the clenching of her core around his shaft pulled his orgasm from him with a muffled cry of his own. They stayed together like that for a moment, just breathing. Then Harry slowly pulled out and lowered Ginny's legs. He placed a tender kiss on her lips.
"You're absolutely brilliant, you know."
She smiled coyly. "Thank you. You're sort of brilliant, yourself."
"Glad you think so." He kissed her again. "I'm going to leave you here to clean up," he said, pulling up his pants and trousers and beginning to tuck in his shirt. He grinned and patted the jacket pocket where he'd hidden her knickers. "I'm keeping these, alright? Oh, and don't forget to transfigure your shoes into something grand before you come back to the dining room. Luna will definitely notice."