Ginny walked slowly down Grafton Street, looking for a pub James had mentioned he liked. She knew he was busy working today, but she'd been out of town for four days and it would have been a lie not to admit that she was secretly hoping to run into him. Even so, when a familiar-looking head of light brown hair caught her eye up ahead, Ginny paused. James was working. It would be completely inappropriate for Ginny to interrupt him. Still, he was alone at the moment. Maybe she could just say a quick hello. Or maybe he was finished for the day . . .

Without thinking about it further, Ginny sped up. "James!" she called out, her voice rather louder than she'd intended. He turned around immediately, the look on his face a mix of surprise, worry, and . . . pleasure? at seeing her. Worry quickly took over though and his expression shuttered.

"Jenny! What are you . . .?" he shook his head. "I'm sorry; it's not safe for you to be here right now."

Ginny looked around the busy street, confused. She hadn't gotten the impression that James's work was dangerous. "Isn't it a public place?"

James looked uncomfortable. "Well, yeah, it is. I mean, it's not safe for you to be with me, while I'm working." His eyes darted around and he edged towards a passageway between two brick buildings.

"I didn't realize your work was dangerous." Ginny knew she should walk away and let James do his job, but something held her there. She may not have been old enough to fight in the War directly, but there was a reason she'd been sorted into Gryffindor. Hadn't she helped fight the Carrows all of her fourth year, and snuck out of the Room of Requirement during the Final Battle to help with the injured? And had the scars to prove it, too. Some sort of Muggle trouble didn't scare her in the least. Still, she didn't want to interfere, especially considering how little she understood about the Muggle world. Before James could answer, she nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry; I shouldn't have interrupted."

"Thanks, I'll come by later," said James. He sounded distracted, most of his attention focused farther down the alleyway. "Mr. Morton, is that you?" he called out. "I was hoping to talk to you about your shop. We made an appointment to meet at the Green Lion, remember?"

Instead of an answer, a flash of red light shot towards them from the back of the alley. James ducked, pushing her out of the way so quickly that Ginny didn't believe what she'd seen at first. She stumbled, fumbling for her bag and water bottle, Statute of Secrecy be damned. James was holding his wand - His Wand? - and had raised a shield in front of them.

"Jenny, can you get out of here? Please try to run." James's voice was tense.

"Not likely," muttered Ginny. "You can't shield me and fight at the same time." There was a movement at the corner of her eye and she whirled around. "Stupefy!" she yelled at a robed man who'd somehow gotten behind them. Her spell found its mark and the man flew backwards, landing with a grunt on the pavement.

James's eyes popped. "What the . . ." he began. Then he shook his head, pointing his wand and shooting a spell she'd never heard before. There was a squeal of pain from the shadows and James made a satisfied sound. "I hope you know what you're doing," he said out of the corner of his mouth, never taking his eyes away from the approaching figures.

They were back to back now, shooting and dodging spells Ginny had learned and practiced at school and with her family but hadn't had the opportunity to use in a dangerous situation before. Her adrenaline surged as she tripped and bound one of the attackers while James's spell slammed another one against the brick wall.

There were a half dozen pops of Apparition and suddenly Ginny and James were surrounded by a number of individuals in matching blue robes. Some fanned out to the ends of the passageway but enough of them stayed that Ginny didn't dare move another step away from where she was, still standing with her back to James. She didn't even hear the Expelliarmus before her wand was flying out of her hand, to be neatly caught by a tall witch with short gray hair.

"Don't move, he still has his wand!" someone else shouted, and Ginny turned just enough to see that indeed, James was still gripping his, looking much less startled with their new company than she felt. He glanced at her, face unreadable, before turning to a stocky man with a reddish beard.

"Are you Liam?" he asked. He held his hands in a wide, non-threatening stance, wand dipping toward the ground. "Liam Murphy? Gawain Robards told me to look for you if I got into trouble."

The man - Liam - relaxed and nodded, stepping forward to shake James' hand. "I guess I know why you were able to beat our disarming spells then," he said with a chuckle. "Rather famous for it, aren't you?"

Ginny stared. "Gawain Robards?" she asked. "The head of the British Aurors?" Ginny had several friends who'd become Aurors after Hogwarts. She'd gone to pubs with them any number of times when the Harpies were off and there was no question she would have remembered James. He nodded.

"And my boss," he said. He touched his wand at his chest. "Which means I don't need this anymore." James muttered a familiar spell and grew blurry for a moment, shuddering. When he stilled and came back into focus Ginny couldn't help but squeak in surprise.

"Harry Potter?" she asked incredulously, his last name slipping out with her shock. For that's who was now standing in front of her - messy dark hair and bright green eyes behind round glasses replacing James' carefully arranged brown trim and squared spectacles. The last time she'd seen Harry had been in her family's sitting room some months ago, where her brother Ron had been beating him roundly at chess. She shook her head. "When did you, I mean, how did I not . . ." she stopped, still in shock.

Harry shook his head. "I can't believe you're not a . . ." He looked swiftly at Liam and the other Aurors. "I'm sorry I couldn't tell you, Jenny," he said seriously. "Sometimes it's easier for me to do my work if I'm not recognized."

Ginny nodded dumbly. "I . . . uhhh, yeah," she said, mind swirling. Harry? He gave her a kind smile, obviously taking her incoherence for hero worship. That sorted, he patted her arm and then turned to Liam, all business.

"I have my notes from my investigations over the last month. Let me add in the events from just now and I'll owl them to you tonight," he said. "I've been able to conclude that the perpetrators are a combination of Wizards and Confunded Muggles who've provided access to . . ."

Ginny turned out as James - Harry - began debriefing the Irish Aurors. Thankfully ignored for the moment, she could focus her attention on the man she'd begun to know - and she had to admit, have some sort of feelings for - these past few weeks. James was Harry! It didn't seem real that they could be the same man. Ginny'd known Harry Potter since she was nine, when Fred and George and Ron had rescued him from his cousins' house in their father's flying Ford Anglia. He'd spent the rest of that summer at the Burrow and come home for various holidays and summers thereafter. He was her brother's best mate, nothing more. Nice enough, of course, but she was three years younger than him and Ron and their friend Hermione. Ginny hadn't been at school with the so-called "Golden Trio" since her third year, and by the time her hormones had awakened enough to start noticing the opposite sex, Harry had been off defeating Voldemort and then joining the Aurors and Ginny had been dating several of her classmates. But now . . . Ginny had never realized just how attractive Harry was.

"Jenny?" There was a light touch on her arm and Ginny couldn't mask her shiver. Harry was looking at her, his face still kind. "Let me walk you back to the hotel, okay? I'm sure you have a few questions." His brow crinkled. "Or can you Apparate? Do you know how? I know some wizards don't like it. I can take you side-along, if you'd prefer. Or do you need to stay hidden as a Muggle?" He cocked his head at her. "Why were you disguised as a Muggle?" Harry was talking very quickly and Ginny stifled a giggle. It felt very familiar. As long as he'd been coming by the Burrow, Harry tended to babble when he didn't quite know what to say.

"Maybe you have a few questions too?" she asked. She'd meant to sound friendly and flirty, just as they'd been talking as James and Jenny these past few weeks. But Harry gave a little sigh, and Ginny realized she probably sounded just like every other love-crazed witch who managed to get herself anywhere near Harry Potter. He probably thought she wanted him to sign her knickers and take a million photos she could show off to her friends and send to Witch Weekly or something. She took a careful step back, steeling her expression to one more solemn. "I can Apparate myself," she said. "And I'd like to have a talk, if that's all right with you. Just a short one, and then I'm sure you have work you need to do."

Harry looked wary, as if he didn't quite trust Ginny's new, less aggressive tone. But he nodded. "I'll meet you in the alley next to the back entrance; there are a bunch of dumpsters that block the view."

"Sounds good," said Ginny. Before she could unbalance Harry any further she turned on the spot.

He arrived a moment after she did, and couldn't mask the surprise on his face. "You were very quiet," he said. "Most people make a lot of noise when they Apparate."

"My parents made sure I knew how to Apparate as silently as possible," Ginny said. "There was a time when stealth could be the difference between life and death." She flushed. "As you know." She followed him into the hotel, making sure to leave plenty of space between them.

Harry nodded thoughtfully as he pressed the button for the lift. "Your parents were wise," he said. "And you know how to Stun accurately . . . did they fight in the War?" His face shuttered suddenly just as the doors to the lift slid open. "I mean, did they fight on . . . my . . . who did they fight for?"

Ginny could tell how hard it was for Harry to make even a discussion about fighting Voldemort about just him. She'd heard over the years about his near legendary modesty about his accomplishments but she'd never thought about it; no one in her family spent any time boasting about their roles in the Order of the Phoenix fighting the Death Eaters. Now, seeing just how uncomfortable Harry was, her heart went out to him. Taking a chance, she put her hand on his arm. "Let's talk," she said gently. "And I think it will all become a lot clearer."

The wariness was back in Harry's eyes but he finally nodded, likely concluding that he'd have no trouble protecting himself from the likes of Jenny Westman, despite her talents at Apparition and the Stupefy curse. Without waiting, Ginny marched over to Harry's door and waited for him to unlock it.

Harry frowned slightly; obviously he'd hoped to have their talk in a room he could escape when he wanted, but he opened his door anyway and gestured her inside.

"Do you want a drink? I still have some of that Muggle beer." Harry gave a slight grimace. "Sorry I don't have anything better."

Ginny smirked. "Well, since until an hour ago, we were both still Muggles ourselves, I'll forgive you. She took the bottle he held out and sat in the same overstuffed chair she'd claimed the last time she'd been in James's - Harry's - room. "Only now, I can open the damn thing." She tapped the side with her wand and watched in satisfaction as the cap flew off.

Harry grinned. "Touche," he said, opening his own beer and sitting on the edge of his bed. "Umm, cheers, I guess?"

"Definitely," said Ginny. She raised her beer and took a drink, making a face at the end. "Still terrible," she said.

Harry laughed. "I think the Muggles do make something better, but I wanted to appear as ordinary as possible, including the beer I drank."

"Me too," said Ginny. She gave him a long look. "About appearing ordinary, I mean." She stood up slowly.

"What do you mean?" asked Harry. Ginny saw his hand twitch towards his wand.

"I'm not going to hex you, Harry," she said with a grin. "Although understand, I could if I wanted." Before Harry could respond, Ginny put her wand against her chest and said the same cancelling spell he'd used on himself. She just saw his eyes open in surprise before her surroundings blurred and she felt her skin shiver and her hair grow longer, the curls turning more red and loosening into softer waves. A moment later everything snapped back into sharp focus and she found Harry staring at her.

"We fought on your side, Harry," she said softly. "Since the very start."

Harry gave a small shake of his head and then took off his glasses to rub at his eyes before looking at her again. "Ginny?" He sounded as amazed as Ginny had been to discover that the Muggle man she'd been flirting with was actually a wizard and in fact her brother's best mate. "Not . . . not Jenny? Ginny . . . Weasley?"

Ginny nodded. "Surprise," she said, holding out her arms.

Harry ran his hand through the back of his hair, and Ginny grinned. "James did that too," she realized. "I thought it seemed familiar but I couldn't place where I'd seen it." She sat back down in her seat, wanting to give Harry time to process her news.

He grinned sheepishly. "It's because I don't quite know what to do," he admitted. "I'm feeling rather gobsmacked."

"Me too," said Ginny. "I mean, all these past weeks, I've been telling myself that I can't. . .

"Because I couldn't give away that . . ." Harry continued. The grin on his face was getting wider. "Even though I wanted . . ."

"Exactly," agreed Ginny. "We couldn't, then. But now . . ." She looked at Harry questioningly.

"Neither of us are Muggles," he said. "We don't have anything to hide."

"And neither of us are strangers either," she added.

Harry nodded thoughtfully and then looked quickly around the room as if considering something; Ginny could tell the exact moment he came to a decision. "I wanted to kiss you, last week," he said. He looked at her and his eyes were soft. "More than I've ever wanted to kiss anyone before." He stood up slowly and reached out his hand. "I hated having to let you leave; I could have talked to you all night. It . . . scared me, actually. How could I have feelings like that for a Muggle I barely knew?"

Ginny took his hand; they were very close. "I didn't understand why you were so easy to be with. I was sure you'd see through all the mistakes I made as a Muggle and think I'd gone round the bend or something." Her heart was beating really fast. "I want to talk to you too - all night. She took a small step forward and Harry's breath hitched.

"And kiss," he said. His fingers stroked up her back and tangled in her hair, pulling her face to his. "We can't forget the kissing."

"We can't," Ginny agreed. Her hands fell to Harry's waist. He pressed himself against her and she could feel that every part of Harry's body wanted hers. There was no hesitation; she'd been dreaming of kissing James for over a week and now her brain - and her body - had no trouble understanding that the person she'd really wanted to kiss was Harry Potter. He gently touched his lips to hers and then pulled back.

"This doesn't feel strange," he said, and there was an air of wonder in his voice. "Maybe it should, but it doesn't." He kissed her gently again. "I think you're the one I've been waiting for."

"We've been hiding in plain sight," she said. "Both of us."

A sudden moan from the other side of the wall made them both jump. "Seems like they've chosen the loo this time," Harry said dryly. He picked up his wand. "Only this time I can do something about it." He spoke the spells and an intense silence blanketed the room. "Oh, and this," he added, pointing his wand at the curtains. "Hasn't been properly dark in here all month." He put down his wand and stepped close to Ginny again. "How much longer do you have here with Peamount?" His hands trailed up her sides and then into her hair. "I like your hair even more than I liked Jenny's."

"I'm here another three days, and then the Harpies' training season starts." Harry's hand cupped the back of her neck and she shivered. "I can't wait to get back on a broom; how these footballers spend so much time just running around on the ground is beyond me."

Harry chuckled. "I thought the same thing, watching that game." His thumb brushed across her cheek. "I'd like to fly with you sometime; I played Seeker for Gryffindor, you know."

Now it was Ginny's turn to laugh. "I know, Harry. "Youngest in a century, right?"

Harry gave a sheepish grin. "Right." He leaned down and kissed her again. "I forgot how much you probably know about me." He looked suddenly uncertain. "And want to get to know more?"

Ginny wasn't sure which happened first, the thump of her heart or the swoop in her stomach, but both were welcome. She lifted her hand and trailed her fingers down Harry's cheek, feeling how he shuddered under her palm. "I think we both want to know more," she said.

"Good," responded Harry. He touched her chin lifting her eyes to meet his. "Tonight is probably going to be more . . . physical?" At her nod, he made a satisfied sound. "But that's not all I want to get to know," he said firmly. "I'd like to see you again, back in London."

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Harry was sure Ginny could feel his heart beating against her chest. Every part of his body - especially those bits that had been interested in getting to know Jenny better - was humming and his brain was having trouble catching up. This woman he was holding and feeling so comfortable with already was Ginny Weasley! Little Ginny - because until the last hour, that was how he'd always thought of her. His heart gave a thump and the swoop in his stomach traveled lower as he waited for her answer. He definitely wasn't thinking of her like anyone's little sister now.

"I'd love to see you in London." Ginny's voice was sure, and there was a hint of amusement behind it. "Although you can be the one to tell Ron; I mean, he can't be that much worse than Voldemort, right?"

When he talked about it later, Harry always said that Ginny's comment was what sealed the deal for him. The people Harry was closest to in life all knew exactly when and how to joke with him about his past, and as he fit Ginny easily into that category, he knew something important was happening. Now he shook his head.

"I'm not telling Ron anything unless you're with me," he said with a grin. "Or maybe we'll go out as James and Jenny instead - we seemed to manage okay as Muggles, don't you think?"

"I think a real Muggle would have thought it odd that I didn't know how to open my beer," she said with a laugh.

"Or wondered how you managed to stay under water for so long," said Harry. He shook his head. "I can't believe I didn't question you more about that, but at the time I was just upset that I couldn't see more of you in your swimsuit."

"My wand was transfigured into a water bottle," explained Ginny. "And It's a good thing your eyes are so bad without your glasses, otherwise you would have seen the bubble-head charm before I had time to take it off."

"That would have been an interesting conversation." Harry wrapped his arms around Ginny's waist. "I liked getting to know you as Jenny."

"Me too," said Ginny. She took a step backwards, tugging him along with her towards the bed. "It makes all of this feel very natural."

Harry took a small step away and pulled his t-shirt over his head, watching Ginny carefully for any sign of hesitation. He was obviously aroused and her gaze flickered to his waist. It stayed there a long moment, and she was still watching as she crossed her arms in front of her to pull her own shirt over her head, tossing it casually to the floor. Only then did she raise her eyes.

"Maybe you want to do the rest of the . . . undressing?" she asked with a hint of shyness.

Harry swallowed hard. "Yes, please." He took a deep, steadying breath before stepping close to Ginny again, slipping his hands behind her back and praying silently to Godric Gryffindor that he'd be able to unhook her bra on his first try.

Ginny took advantage of the position to flick her tongue across Harry's chest and he groaned as his fingers fumbled with clasp and hook.

"I have removed a witch's bra before, just so you know," he said. It finally came loose and he sighed in relief. "Although I'll admit that it's been a while, and I may not have been entirely sober at the time." He stepped back and looked Ginny in the face "And it's been even longer since I've . . . been with someone I cared about." He'd almost said made love with, and only managed to bite back the words at the last minute. His body might have been completely convinced about what was going to happen but Harry's brain at least knew not to make any assumptions. And anyway, he'd taken a big enough risk, telling Ginny he cared about her.

"It's been a while for me too," she said. She made a face. "And utterly forgettable." Her hands moved to Harry's sides. "I don't think that will be a problem here, unless I accidentally call you James." Her eyes grew soft. "After your father?"

Harry flushed. "It's my middle name; that's actually what I was thinking about." He huffed to himself. "I probably could have come up with something more creative; my grandfather was called Fleamont."

Ginny giggled. "Are there any Muggles named Fleamont? I might as well have called myself Minerva."

Harry took one of Ginny's hands. "That's what we'll call ourselves, to keep hidden from Ron." He kissed slowly along her palm. "Fleamont and Minerva." They were standing very close again.

Ginny dipped her thumb into the waistband of Harry's trousers and brushed along his hip. "Well, Minerva is wondering if Fleamont would like to finish taking these off, and hers."

Harry stopped still. "Are you sure?" he asked carefully. "I mean, I know I want to, as you can probably see." He gestured between them.

"And feel, yes." Ginny nodded solemnly but there was a hint of amusement in her voice. Her hand traveled slowly down. "Seems like we should really take care of this, shouldn't we?"

"Only after we take care of you first," answered Harry, matching Ginny's tone. "After all, for all you know, I'm the type of bloke who'll just roll over and fall asleep as soon as he's finished." He dropped his hand down to cover hers, moving them both more purposely.

Ginny's breath hitched. "I would absolutely not let you do that," she said.

"I don't doubt it." Harry suddenly reached down and scooped Ginny into his arms. "But let's not take any chances."

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As soon as Harry picked her up, Ginny could feel the atmosphere change. He placed her gently on the bed and then stood in front of her to undo his belt and push down his trousers. A pause, and then his pants followed.

Not that it had mattered; Ginny had been able to see nearly everything through the thin cotton. He stared down at her, his eyes much darker than their usual green, before carefully crawling up on the bed. "I'm going to umm . . ." he gestured down, and then reached for where he'd tossed his wand on the blanket. He jerked a bit as the spell took hold. "It shouldn't only be a witch's responsibility."

Ginny grinned before performing the matching charm on herself. "Madame Pomfrey would be proud you remembered that lesson."

Harry gave her a sheepish smile. "I guess you had the same class with her too?" He shuffled closer, sitting back on his knees next to her.

"Sixth Year," Ginny confirmed. "Although given how many brothers I have, there wasn't much I didn't already know. Bill had a book that he passed down to each of them before their Fourth Year." She pulled a face. "I didn't get it though."

Harry barked a laugh. "I did; Bill gave it to me and Ron both, after your dad gave us his own version of the sex talk." He stretched out beside her and propped himself up on one elbow. "The book was a lot more informative."

"Less embarrassing too, I'd imagine, than listening to my father." Ginny felt oddly comforted by the thought nonetheless. She turned on her side to face Harry. He smirked.

"Sirius gave me one too, a lot more detailed." His expression grew reminiscent. "He wanted to be a proper godfather, told me more than my dad would have, I suspect." Harry's face brightened again. "So you have nothing to worry about on that end; I've been quite thoroughly educated on the matter."

"Well, as excellent as I'm sure Sirius's instruction was, I need to evaluate you myself, don't you think?" Ginny reached out and grasped Harry's erection, watching in satisfaction when his hips bucked towards her. "I may not have had Bill's book, but there were a couple of rather useful editions of Spellbound that made the rounds of the girls' dorm." She loosened her grip and tickled her fingers up and down his shaft. "I think my favorite was an article about how to incorporate non-verbal spells into oral sex for a truly 'earth-shattering experience.' I'd like to try that, I think."

"That . . . yeah . . . I heard that too, for blokes." Harry's eyes were closed. "I think . . . fuck, wait." He pushed Ginny's hand away.

Ginny froze. "Is something wrong?"

Harry took a deep breath. "I promised you I wouldn't roll over and fall asleep afterwards, but that doesn't mean I want to take any chances." He opened his eyes and pushed Ginny gently onto her back. "I get to go first, remember?" His mouth quirked.

Normally Ginny would have protested, insisted that she wanted her partner to enjoy himself first, played all kinds of games designed to prove that she was good in bed. Now she took one look at the eagerness on Harry's face and made a show of leaning back and putting her hands behind her head. "That's right, you do," she said cheekily.

Harry grinned. "Good then." He covered his body with hers, his erection pressed into her belly.

They kissed for a while, and Ginny appreciated that Harry didn't want to do more at first. His lips were soft and exploring, and every so often he'd stop and catch her eye before dipping his head to hers again. The third time he looked up he chuckled and a faint blush climbed his cheek.

"I'm really glad it was you."

Ginny brushed her hand along the back of Harry's neck. "I'm really glad too," she said. "And yes, it's probably going to keep striking us as amusing every so often. She pulled him down for a kiss. "I mean, I've thought of you as 'Ron's friend Harry' since I was nine."

Harry chuckled. "Don't hex me, but I've always thought of you as 'Little Ginny.'"

Ginny gave Harry a sly look. "'Little Harry' sounds like someone I may be getting to know even better soon, hmm?"

"It's not little!" Harry protested. He wiggled against her as to prove that point. "I hope you'll find it just right," he mumbled, mouth now working at her jawline.

"It's more than just right." Ginny tilted her head back on the pillow to give Harry better access.

He stopped and looked up at her. "For me too."

Ginny quickly decided that Harry was the perfect amount of chatty during foreplay. He was focused but not too intense, and knew how to mix comfortable joking with quiet as he explored her body.

From her jaw, he moved to her neck and then collarbone, kissing gently. In between kisses Ginny could feel the raggedness of Harry's breath against her skin and it made her suddenly possessive, to know that she could make him feel that way. He shifted and then covered one of her breasts entirely with his palm, sighing with the contact. Two fingers tweaked at her nipple and Ginny's hips bucked involuntarily.

Harry stilled, his lips still at her shoulder. "So you like that?" he asked, almost conversationally. His fingers moved again.

"Fuck yes," said Ginny, arching her back. She didn't really care if Harry was the type to swear in bed or not. "I'm so sensitive there."

Harry apparently liked the elaboration. "I'm going to explore exactly how sensitive," he mumbled as his mouth traveled across her skin. A moment later his tongue made Ginny's hips buck again. "Mmmhmmm, interesting." Harry settled himself more firmly between Ginny's legs. "This is going to take some time to figure out."

"Good," gasped Ginny. "Take all the time you need."

Harry raised his head to grin at her for a moment before getting back to his task of attending to Ginny's chest. She brushed her hands across his back and occasionally into his hair while he kissed and sucked and nipped first one breast and then the other, but unlike nearly every other time she'd been in a similar position, this time Ginny didn't feel any sense of urgency. Normally, sex with someone new (and sometimes not so new) was a kind of back-and-forth, do this for me and I'll do that for you bedroom dance. Ginny had never been able to really relax, having sex with someone for the first time, because her mind had always been at least partly on what she was expected to do next, as soon as he finished whatever he was doing then. But not this time.

Ginny couldn't say how she was so sure, but the better Harry made her feel, the more she was confident that he was enjoying himself just as much. Indeed, the next time he lifted his head to look at her, his eyes were wide and slightly unfocused, as if he'd been interrupted in the middle of something he really didn't want to stop.

"I want to go lower, if that's okay." He cradled the side of her hip in his hand; a small smirk crossed his lips. "See how sensitive you are in other places."

Ginny knew Harry wasn't talking about using his hands. His smirk grew as her legs fell open wider, but now it looked almost hungry. He nodded. "I'd hoped so."

"Me too." Ginny didn't realize she was holding her breath, waiting for Harry to get there until he did, and she exhaled in a long, satisfied sigh. Harry said something she didn't quite catch and she propped herself up to look at him. "What was that?"

Harry peered up her body. "I said 'thank you.' For letting me do this for you."

Ginny chuckled. "Shouldn't I be the one thanking you?"

"You don't ever have to thank me for sex." Harry spoke firmly in between kissing along the inside of her thigh. His voice grew playful. "I mean, recognition of a particularly spectacular orgasm wouldn't be amiss, but I mean it; I want to do this." He moved his tongue more deliberately. "Not all witches like it though." He delved in and Ginny let her head fall back on the pillow.

"Well, I like it. A lot." She shivered and heard Harry chuckle softly. "Especially the way you're doing it so far." Harry wasn't tentative and he didn't jump from place to place as if there was a checklist in his head. Instead, he took his time, using both his mouth and fingers, and when she made particular a sound or moved a certain way he understood how to get her to do it again, stopping in between to watch her enjoying herself. The result was that Harry brought her to approach climax again and again without pushing her over the edge, keeping her in a pleasurable limbo much longer than she'd even been able to manage for herself.

"Do you want to finish like this?" The feel of Harry's mouth on her skin was suddenly gone and that was the only reason she was able to focus on his question at all.

"Like this?" she asked faintly. She wanted his tongue back doing what it had been.

"With my mouth," Harry clarified. He sounded rather amused. "Is it wrong for me to assume this won't be your only one tonight?"

Ginny could barely find her voice. "It won't be," she promised. "Now keep going."

"With pleasure," Harry said, now definitely holding back a laugh. "And don't worry, I won't interrupt again."

"Harry . . . ." Ginny moaned. "Just . . . please . . . " Thankfully she didn't have to say any more. Harry dropped his head back down and this time went right to her clit. He sucked for a moment and then flattened his tongue against it and stayed there, rubbing it back and forth as deftly as if he'd been using his fingers.

Once again Ginny didn't care what Harry thought about her swearing. This time she included his name as she climaxed, tightening her thighs as she rode out the waves of pleasure. When she finally relaxed enough to remember her own name, Ginny realized that Harry was still in nearly the same position, his head resting on her knee while he traced gentle circles on her stomach.

"Thank you," she said fervently.

The tracing stopped. "I told you that you don't need to . . . "

"Unless it's a particularly spectacular orgasm," Ginny interrupted. "I remember."

"Oh." Harry was quiet for a second. He scooted up her body until they were face to face. "Well, okay then." He looked at her questioningly and for a moment Ginny thought Harry was making sure she still wanted to have sex. His erection was now nestled in the crease of her thigh and she could swear she felt it throbbing. But then he licked his lips and she knew what he wanted to know.

"I appreciate you asking first, but yes, please kiss me."

Harry gave her a shy smile and Ginny's heart melted a little bit. "I got pushed away with an 'ewww, no' once," he confessed. "She made me get up and brush my teeth."

Ginny pulled Harry's face down to hers and kissed him directly on the mouth. "That must have been quite a mood killer."

Harry kissed her back. When they broke apart again he chuckled. "If I remember correctly, there wasn't a lot of mood to kill even before that." He shuffled against her. "Unlike now." He moved again and Ginny heard him swallow hard.

She ran her hand down his cheek. "You know, the spectacular blow job I'm planning to give you can wait. Maybe until we shower together a bit later?" She adjusted her own position and Harry hissed. "Because I'm sensing that you may want something else right now."

"Yes!" The word exploded out of Harry's mouth. "To both offers." He rose up on his elbows above her. "Going down on a witch gets me very aroused," he confessed. Ginny felt Harry prodding at her entrance and she tilted her hips to give him better access. "Thanks," he added. He teased the tip of his penis in and out. "Well, it arouses me when she enjoys it." He pushed in a little bit further.

"And when she enjoys it as much as I did?" asked Ginny. She grabbed Harry's hips and held him in place.

"It makes me pretty much want to come immediately," he said in a strained voice. "But I'm going to do everything I can not to do that."

"And I'm going to do everything I can to make that difficult," Ginny teased. She lifted her hips and wrapped her legs around Harry's back. He grunted and pushed fully into her.

"Fuck that feels good," he gasped.

Ginny noted that Harry liked to swear during sex too. He stayed still for a moment, watching her, and only the way his arms trembled revealed how much effort that stillness required.

She decided to make it more difficult. "Don't move until I say say," she said. "I like to feel you completely inside me." Harry shut his eyes.

"You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" he said thickly.

"I am," Ginny agreed. "Now open your eyes; you didn't get to see me climax the first time."

Harry shuddered. "Are you going to climax again . . . soon?"

"Not as soon as you, I suspect," she smirked. Ginny lifted her hips. "You can move now." She expected him to start thrusting immediately. Instead, Harry stayed frozen, eyes still closed. Ginny stilled too, feeling the connection pulse between them. Then Harry made a small sound and opened his eyes, staring at Ginny for one more moment before pulling back and pushing back inside of her. His rhythm was already uneven but he didn't break eye contact as he moved.

"I'm trying to wait for you," he said. "But . . . I don't know . . ." He swallowed. "I'm really trying."

"I'll touch myself," she whispered, slipping her hand down between them. Harry's eyes grew wider. He looked like he wanted to say something but couldn't seem to make his mouth work. He thrust harder.

"I'm almost there, Harry." Ginny didn't think he'd be able to hold on.

"Come on, Ginny. Just . . . come . . ." that last word came out in a groan as Harry climaxed. Ginny gave her clit once final rub and came too, bending her knees and arching her back so that Harry was nearly riding her. He finally collapsed onto her chest, panting hard against her neck but making no effort to move any further. He eventually began kissing her neck and then her mouth, rolling off onto his side and immediately pulling her against him

"I'm realizing that until now, most of the sex I've had has been fairly mediocre. Mundane, even." Despite his earlier warning, Harry looked anything but ready to fall asleep.

Ginny hummed in amusement. "I once had sex with a bloke who told me afterwards that 'maybe I just needed to relax a bit.'" She put her hand flat on Harry's chest and felt its still uneven beating. He looked so . . . pleased, but not in the way a man might if he was about to jump out of bed and brag to his friends about his latest conquest. No, Harry looked pleased with her. Or them. He smiled.

Almost as bad as the witch who grabbed a magazine off her bedside table as soon as I finished because she'd 'thought of something in one of the articles and wanted to see if she was right.'" He rolled his eyes. "Actually, I'm not sure I had completely finished, come to think of it."

"Was it a sex magazine?"

Harry threw his arm over his face and shook his head. "It was Gobstones Today. She was thinking about Gobstones while we were having sex."

Ginny couldn't help it, she burst into laughter. "And how long did you stay around after that?" she asked.

"Longer than I should have," said Harry. "She'd promised to make me pancakes for breakfast." He made a face. "They tasted like Gobstones."

"Poor Harry, bad sex and then a bad breakfast too? Suddenly being told I need to relax doesn't seem quite as terrible." Ginny rolled over so that she and Harry were facing each other, both of their heads on the same pillow. He reached down and pulled the blankets up to cover them.

"You most definitely do not need to relax," he said, leaning forward to kiss her. "In fact, I'd say you were pretty close to perfect."

Ginny didn't care if Harry saw her shiver. Still, she made her voice light when she answered. "That sounds like something James might say to Jenny, if they'd had sex," she laughed. He grinned.

"I wonder how much longer we'd have been able to hold out not kissing, as James and Jenny?"

Ginny shuffled a little closer so that her knees touched Harry's. "Not long, I suspect. Especially if you kept using those cheesy pick up lines on me." She shook her finger at him. "And you should never tell a witch she's perfect the first time you have sex; she may think she doesn't have to try any harder. I still have that shower blowjob I promised, remember?"

This time, it was Harry who shivered. He put a hand on her hip. "I remember," he said. "And I'm not going to forget, I promise." He sat up a bit. "But are you hungry? We could order room service first; I'd been planning to grab a sandwich after I met with Mr. Morton." He frowned. "I hope Liam and the other Aurors found him and he's okay. He was a Muggle who just got in over his head, I think."

Ginny liked the fact that Harry was worrying about the Muggle. She touched his arm. "Do you need to send an owl to someone?"

Harry shook his head. "I just need to send my notes, but we have a more secure way to do that." He got out of bed, unabashedly naked. "Why don't you look at the room service menu while I take care of it?" He smirked. "But maybe I should be the one to use the phone to call in the order." He waved his wand at a pile of parchment rolls and they winked out of sight.

"Prat," Ginny swatted at him and stood up, not missing the way Harry's eyes traveled up and down her body. His penis twitched and he looked down at it. "Can you wait? The lady and I need to eat first."

Ginny laughed. "Eager little thing, isn't it?"

Harry gave her an aggrieved look. "Again with the 'little,' huh? Don't tell me you've forgotten how . . . substantial . . . it was earlier." His eyes twinkled. "Right, Little Ginny?"

Ginny pretended think. "You know, I didn't really get to see it in its full glory." She looked critically at Harry's waist. "So you're telling me this isn't it?"

"Absolutely not!" Whether it was unconscious or not, Harry began to stroke himself. Ginny took a few steps closer.

"Why don't you let me take care of that?" she asked, reaching out to cover his hand with hers. "You can go ahead and order the room service."

"While you're . . . right now?" choked Harry. He shuffled forward a few steps and pushed into Ginny's hand.

"If that's not a problem," said Ginny cheekily. She leaned over and plucked the hotel's phone off the desk. "Which part do you speak into again?"

HPHPHP

Harry looked suspiciously at Ginny. He had a good idea what she was planning and it was both horrifying and completely arousing. He felt himself hardening in her hand. They're Muggles, it's fine. "I got it. What do you want to eat?" He pushed the correct button on the phone and waited for it to connect. He could do this.

Someone answered. "Room service, how may I help you?" said a man with a thick Irish brogue. "Our special tonight is hot roast beef." Ginny added her other hand to Harry and he couldn't hold back a groan. There was a moment of silence on the line. "Sir? Is everything okay?"

Harry gave Ginny a pleading look while he attempted to make his mouth work enough to talk to room service. "What? No, I'm sorry; I'm fine. That was . . . nothing." Ginny smirked at him and dropped to her knees.

"I'd like to order . . . ROOM SERVICE," Harry ground out just as Ginny put her mouth around him. "Sorry, I uhh . . . stubbed my toe, just there." Harry bit the inside of his cheek. "Two cheeseburgers and chips," he said quickly. Below him, Ginny chuckled and pulled back.

"Sounds like you're speaking through a mouthful of Gobstones," she said. She cupped his sac before replacing her mouth and Harry's knees almost buckled.

The man at the other end of the line was still speaking and Harry forced himself to listen. "Drink? Did you ask if we . . . wanted . . . drinks?" He rested his hand on Ginny's cheek. "Do we want drinks?"

Ginny sucked hard for a moment before removing her mouth again. "I think I'd like some wine, what about you?" She made a face. "Only if it's better than the beer though." She leaned forward and began licking.

"And a bottle of your best red. Room 634." Harry dropped the phone in its cradle. He didn't care if the man thought him rude, he couldn't continue the pretense any longer. "Ginnyyyyy," he groaned.

"Mmm?" she was now licking around his tip. "Sit." Without looking up, she gave him a little push in the direction of the desk chair. Harry collapsed into it and Ginny moved with him without ever breaking contact with his erection. She took him back into her mouth, gently at first and then deeper, rising up on knees so she could lean over his lap. Her hair tickled around Harry's thighs. He forced himself to keep his eyes open so he could watch, every dip and bob of her head bringing him closer to the edge. He glanced at the rumpled bed and again the sense of amazement washed over him. When he'd woken up that morning he'd been thinking mostly about work and the meeting he was supposed to have with the elusive Mr. Morton. He'd wanked in the shower to a daydream about Jenny sneaking into the gent's locker room at the gym and pushing him up against the wall. He'd known he wasn't going to make it to the gym for real that day, a fact that had fueled his fantasy a little further than usual.

Of course, not even the wildest of Harry's fantasies could come close to the reality of the last few hours. Finding out that his Muggle crush was actually a witch had been unbelievable enough, but then learning that she was, of all people, Ginny Weasley, was better than Harry could have imagined. Maybe because he'd already had one orgasm that afternoon, but Harry found himself able to both wonder why he'd never before noticed how beautiful and funny and interesting Ron's little sister was while at the same time thoroughly enjoy the things she was currently doing with her mouth. She pulled away again.

"Room service will probably be here soon, won't they?" she asked, glancing at the door. "Will they knock, or just use that card thing to come in?" She looked up at him, lips swollen.

"Uhh, knock, I think," he said. He wiggled against Ginny's hand, which was stroking him with practiced ease. "I mean, they'll probably knock. But who knows, with Muggles? They might just open the door and walk right in." Harry tried to keep his voice casual but he was pretty sure the rest of his body was giving him away. He tugged on Ginny's hand. "You could climb up here in the chair with me, if you want. Before room service gets here, I mean."

Ginny smirked. "We'll have chair sex later; it's going to take me less than another minute to get you to climax with my mouth." She dipped her head and then glanced back up. "Let's hope room service doesn't get here before that."

It only took thirty seconds. Harry nearly fell backwards in the chair but Ginny held him in place, sucking and swallowing in neat rhythm before sitting back and conjuring herself a glass of water.

Harry caught his breath. "I . . . I should have gotten you the water," he said.

Ginny gave him an amused look. "Do you even know your own name right now?"

Harry pretended think. "Fleamont? Yeah, Fleamont. Or maybe . . . James." He shook his head. "I can't keep track anymore."

Ginny climbed into his lap. "As long as Fleamont and James are as good in bed as Harry is, I don't really care."

"It's a deal," said Harry. "Although now that I think about it, is it a bit odd to use my father and grandfather's names?" He ran his hands up Ginny's back.

"Just don't call yourself Ron and we'll be fine," she laughed. She snuggled her head into the crook of his neck.

"Or Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred or George," Harry added dryly. "How did I not remember that you have so many brothers before I decided to date you?" The words were out of his mouth before he realized what he'd said. Ginny stilled.

"Are we dating then?" Her voice was measured but Harry could hear the smile in it. He kissed her hair.

"I hope so, yes," he said. "If that's all right with you, of course." He leaned back so he could look at GInny's face. "Is that all right with you? If we start dating?"

Ginny grinned. "I think James and Jenny started dating a couple of weeks ago, Harry. It wouldn't be fair to them if we didn't continue." There was a sudden knock at the door.

"I like your logic," Harry said. He carefully lifted Ginny off his lap. Can you grab those robes from the bathroom? I'd hate to have to Obliviate the room service bloke."

"As long as we can take them off again when he's gone," said Ginny, throwing Harry a robe and tying her own around her waist.

"Absolutely," Harry agreed. "I still have a bit more exploring to do."