chapter three
Ginny didn't hear from Harry for around a week after the night they'd slept together. She wasn't sure if he felt uncomfortable with their rule-breaking (something Harry had never seemed to mind doing in their school days), or if he was just busy.
She continued on through England's heat wave, going to work every day, visiting the Burrow for supper for a few nights, and getting takeaway for dinner too many times. She wondered what Harry was up to but didn't bother to reach out to him. He needed to reach out to her, she thought stubbornly, as she ate her Pad Thai on Friday evening.
She had plans to go to the pub later with one of her work mates, Aine. Aine was always good fun, bringing the party wherever she went. Ginny wasn't sure if she had the energy for a night with Aine but thought it might be good for her mood to go out and get pissed.
After her supper, Ginny began to get ready. She needed to get completely dressed up, she decided. It wasn't something she did often, but there was a frenetic energy building within her that was egging her on. She didn't question it, just decided that she would let her hair down tonight.
When she was done, she stared into the mirror in wonder. It had been so long since she'd tried this hard, and the hard work paid off. Ginny decided that she looked good.
Avoiding the floo network for fear of becoming covered in ashes, Ginny left her flat and walked to the Apparition point nearby. She arrived in Diagon Alley and found Aine waiting outside of the newest pub there, The Thirsty Dragon. She had to admit, it was one of the more modern wizarding establishments. It didn't have any of the old-world charm that the wizarding world was so fond of, normally.
Aine was smiling at her, her pin-straight blonde hair looking perfectly sleek that would normally make Ginny feel slightly jealous, as most of the time, she couldn't get her hair to do that without a few charms. Tonight, though, Ginny had charmed her hair into perfect loose waves that made her feel confident.
"You clean up nicely," Aine told her.
"So do you," Ginny said, raising an eyebrow.
Aine giggled. "Well, I have a lot of practice."
"True," Ginny agreed. "You ready to get a drink?"
"Merlin, yes. After this week at work, I need one or five."
Ginny shook her head with mirth as they opened the doors into the pub. The lights were already down, and the live band was mid-set.
"We came at a good time!" Aine shouted above the din.
"What?" Ginny asked.
Aine just shook her head and grabbed Ginny's hand, dragging her through the crowd to the bar. The pub reminded Ginny more of the Muggle night clubs she'd heard so much about from her Muggle-born friends than any other pub she'd been in. She'd never been there so late into the evening, and she was glad that she had dressed up.
The bartender was in front of Aine and Ginny quickly, asking them what they'd like to drink. Aine ordered a round of shots, as well as a cocktail for each of them.
"This one is on me," Aine told her.
Ginny nodded, looking about the room as the bartender poured their shots. Her eyes caught on someone who looked familiar in the crowd, and she had to do a double take. It was Harry, she realized. He'd never seemed the type to come out to a busy pub, and something within her felt… strange as she took him in. He was with another witch, too. She was pretty, Ginny thought, with long, dark hair that moved beautifully with each of her head movements.
Aine prodded her and Ginny turned away from Harry and the witch, an unsettled feeling in her belly. Ginny picked up the shot, and the two witches clinked the glasses together before they threw the shots back.
Ginny gasped and spluttered when it was done but felt better for it as she felt the liquor glide warmly through her chest and settle in her belly.
"What a way to start the night!" Aine cheered. "Now, let's drink at least half our drinks and go dance!"
Now, that was asking way too much, Ginny thought. She was still recovering from that shot of firewhiskey. Now, she wasn't sure if the churning was from the liquor or from seeing Harry. She wasn't sure why it bothered her at all—she had absolutely no right to feel that way. No right at all, she told herself silently as Aine dragged her away from the bar to the dance floor.
Ginny let Aine drag her, still lost in her thoughts. She looked at Harry again from their new place and thought he looked like he was enjoying himself. The pretty witch he was with was laughing at something he'd said, and Ginny didn't blame her one bit. She often found herself laughing at Harry's jokes, too.
The feeling was still churning within her belly, so Ginny resolved to get properly sloshed.
She drained the remainder of her drink, and Aine began to cheer her on. "Yes, Ginny!" Aine shouted over the music. "Let's dance!"
Ginny smiled and nodded, tossing her hair over her shoulder as she got a feel for the beat of the music and began to move her body.
The rest of the night seemed to pass by in a blur of alcohol and dancing, but through it all, Ginny couldn't stop looking at Harry and that witch.
Sometime around half-midnight, she lost sight of them, and her mood began to sour.
Aine seemed to have disappeared as well. Ginny looked for her at the bar, in the ladies' toilet, and out in the smoking section outside. Aine wasn't anywhere to be found.
Now, Ginny thought sullenly, stumbling a bit as she stepped over the threshold, she remembered why she didn't go out with Aine. She always pulled a disappearing act.
She found the room where the floo powder and a fireplace was kept and left in a bright green flash.
When she arrived home, covered in soot, Ginny flopped down onto her sofa. The room was spinning, and Ginny regretted that she had decided to travel by floo. She should have known it was a mistake before she'd even stepped into the grate.
Before she'd realized it, she had fallen asleep with the lights on. In the morning, Ginny woke up on her sofa sweating, a headache pounding away at her brain.
"Bloody hell," she said. As she heard her voice, she winced, a sharp pain lancing through her brain.
Water, she thought, not daring to speak aloud again.
She rolled off the sofa and onto the floor, feeling relief in the coolness of the wood beneath her heated skin.
Pushing herself up, she stumbled to her kitchen and poured herself a glass of water from the tap.
Did she have any hangover potion left in her cupboards? She wondered. She wasn't sure the last time she'd used it, but she also couldn't recall if that was because she hadn't been drinking enough to need it, or if it was because she was out.
She rooted about, trying not to clang and clunk too loudly as she rummaged about her store of potions.
Finally, when her counter was completely covered in other potions bottles, Ginny found her hangover potion in the very back of the cupboard.
"Thank Merlin," she whispered to herself, breaking the seal on the vial and taking a deep pull out of the bottle.
She took a seat at her miniature table and waited for the potion to take effect. Within minutes, Ginny was finally beginning to feel human once again. As the nausea and head pain receded, images of Harry the night before came back to her.
She groaned to herself, hoping she hadn't made too big a fool of herself in her drunken haze. She wondered if Harry had gone home with that witch, and if she should expect that she wouldn't be hearing from him for quite some time.
She'd really come to look forward to meeting up with him. She loved the way their bodies felt when they joined, the way his kisses heated her so, and the way his hands felt on her body. She also loved the way he made her laugh.
Ginny tore her thoughts away from that path, not willing to go down it again.
Still, she didn't like the image that kept playing in her mind of how that witch had laughed with Harry. What was it about the image that bothered her so? Her stomach felt sick, and now she knew she couldn't blame the hangover or the alcohol from the night before.
She needed to get out to today, she decided. Normally, when she was running around in circles in her mind, she'd go to Harry and he'd help her clear her mind. Today, though, she needed her old standby. She was going for a fly.
When Ginny arrived at the Burrow, her mum was preparing lunch.
"Ginny, dear, this is a nice surprise!" her mum said. She grabbed a nearby towel and wiped her hands quickly as she hurried to engulf Ginny in one of her patented hugs.
"Hi, Mum. I came by for a quick fly, actually."
"You know where the Quidditch paddock is," her mum told her. "Now, make sure you come back inside in time for lunch."
"I don't need lunch, Mum," Ginny tried to argue, pulling her hair up into a ponytail with an elastic.
"Don't be silly, dear. If you're home with us, you'll be eating with us."
Ginny nodded, knowing there would be no point to arguing further. When it came to matters of food, Molly Weasley always won the argument.
As Ginny walked out to the paddock and mounted her broom, she felt a sense of freedom she hadn't felt in so long. Flying her broom was like coming home. It brought Ginny a sense of peace in a way that no other thing could. By the time she was done flying, she felt she had everything worked out in her head. She knew what she had to do.
She dismounted and made her way back to the Burrow for lunch with her parents. It was the best meal she'd had in a long while.
She left the Burrow determined.
She Apparated directly to Harry's flat, unsure of whether he'd even be home. She knew, though, she had to at least try, now, while she still had the courage, before it all ebbed away, and she was left with her thoughts and insecurities.
She knocked on the door loudly.
"Just a second!" Ginny heard Harry yell from the other side of the door.
She waited impatiently until finally, the door opened, revealing Harry. His hair was disheveled, glasses slightly asked as he tugged at the hem of the t-shirt it seemed like he'd just finished putting on.
"Ginny!" Harry said. He looked surprised to see her but moved to the side to allow her in anyway.
"I'm not interrupting anything, am I?" Ginny asked nervously, glancing about for the first time. It didn't look like he had company…
"No, I was just lazing about."
She nodded and bit her lip, wringing her hands nervously at her waist. "Good, good. I…"
Ginny's voice failed her, and she swallowed thickly.
"Water?" he asked.
She shook her head. "No, thank you. I just need to say this… I saw you last night."
Harry's green eyes widened behind his glasses as his eyebrows rose above his round-shaped frames. "Where?"
"At The Thirsty Dragon."
"Oh," Harry's face grew tense and Ginny felt a knot of nerves tighten in response.
She continued to wring her hands and began to pace. She paced a few times back and forth and then, pushing herself, she whirled about in Harry's direction and said, "I know I have no right to say this. We have these rules… I know. It's not fair of me, but I… seeing you there, with that witch—I realized something that I've been feeling for quite some time."
Harry looked like he was going to interrupt, opening his mouth to say something. Ginny held a finger up and shushed him. "I really have to say this, Harry. I need to get it all out."
He nodded silently and so she continued. "I don't want to be just friends. I love shagging you. And I love spending time with you. And I understand if you don't feel the same way. But I just needed to tell you, to get this all off my chest. I'm sorry Harry, but I just can't do this anymore. It's got to be all or nothing for me."
Finally, chest tight, Ginny stopped speaking. Harry stared at her, mouth open.
"I'll just, er, leave then," Ginny said.
"Wait, Gin!" Harry called as she placed her hand on the doorknob.
She turned slowly to look at him. "Yes?" She didn't want to allow herself to feel hopeful.
"Er, don't forget your, er… stuff."
Any sense of hope that had flourished within Ginny plummeted and she nodded, grabbing the bag she'd discarded on Harry's sofa.
With a heavy feeling in her chest, she left his flat. She'd done it—she'd told Harry what she'd been feeling. And the payoff, well, it wasn't what she'd been hoping for. No, it was probably the worst-case scenario she'd been playing in her head over and over again as soon as she'd gotten the idea.
She wasn't sure if she would ever be able to forget the confused, dejected look on Harry's face as she'd spouted off. No matter, Ginny told herself. She'd said her truth. That was all that mattered, right?
Yet, somewhere inside her, something was breaking, just a little bit.
Ginny bit her lip, knowing she couldn't allow herself to go lay about all alone. She needed to be with other people while she processed everything.
For some reason, she made her way to Ron and Hermione's house. She hoped that Hermione was home—she thought Hermione may be able to give her some good insight into everything with Harry. Maybe.
As she appeared in their garden, she marched to their door and knocked, feeling a sense of déjà vu, showing up unannounced and most likely unwelcomed, as well.
Ron wouldn't be able to turn her away, Ginny reasoned. He was her brother. At least, she hoped he wouldn't be able to. She could always call in the cavalry if needed—any of the other four would go to bat for her against any bludger.
It was Ron who opened the door. "Ginny?" he asked.
"Hey," she said glibly, forcing a smile on her face after a moment. "Is Hermione about?"
"Yeah, she's in the living room with some book," Ron said, running a hand through his hair in a way that made her think he must have picked it up from Harry after all the years they'd spent together. Normally, she'd give him hell for it, but today was not a normal day for Ginny Weasley.
"Hi, Hermione," she greeted as she walked into the living room.
Hermione looked up from her book in surprise and smiled.
"What's up, Ginny?" Ron asked as he entered the living room behind her.
"I just wanted some girl time," Ginny said, a little edgily.
"And you came to Hermione for that?" Ron scoffed.
"Ron," Hermione chastised, eyebrows furrowed.
Ginny could feel Hermione's eyes on her, analyzing everything about her body language, no doubt.
"Well, Hermione's great at girl time," Ginny answered, not having the energy to even make a biting comment in Ron's direction as she normally would.
Ron gave her a strange look and Hermione placed a bookmark down and closed her book before she stood up.
"Let me get changed," Hermione told her. "And then we can go get tea somewhere."
Ginny nodded and watched her almost-sister-in-law leave the room.
"What's wrong?" Ron asked.
"Nothing, nothing," Ginny lied.
Ron gave her a look that told her that he didn't believe her. Uncharacteristically for Ron, however, he didn't push the subject. Instead, he folded himself down on the sofa and pulled out Quidditch Illustrated. As if he felt Ginny's eyes on him, he looked up, cheeks pink, and said, "I read it for the articles."
Ginny didn't know what else he'd read it for—after all, the world of Quidditch wasn't filled with witches in flimsy outfits. There was another magazine for that type of thing, and Ginny knew that Hermione would never allow that type of periodical in her home.
Not if she knew about it, anyhow.
Hermione returned shortly, hair looking slightly tamed and dressed in less clothing than before. At her look of confusion, Hermione shrugged and said, "It's hot out there."
Ginny nodded in agreement—the heatwave had been going on for over two and a half weeks now, and every day it went on, she could have sworn she lost more of her wits.
Perhaps she could blame her confession to Harry on the hot weather—just claim that she hadn't been in her right mind. Heat stroke, she thought, already imagining the acceptance the excuse would receive.
The two witches left the house, and Hermione said, "We can walk. There's Muggle place nearby that I like. And, they have air conditioning."
"What's air conditioning?" Ginny asked.
Hermione chuckled. "Oh, you'll see."
Ginny shrugged and walked beside Hermione.
"So, what really brought you by?"
Ginny felt a surge of guilt—she remembered all the times she'd lamented to Hermione over the summers about all her Harry Potter troubles and woes, and here she was, doing it again. It seemed she always gravitated towards Hermione for advice whenever Harry was her concern.
Ginny bit her lip, guilt gnawing at her for a few moments before she pushed it away. "Well, I did something stupid."
Hermione raised an eyebrow questioningly.
"I slept with Harry."
"You what?" Hermione asked. Ginny thought she may have heard Hermione's jaw hit the pavement beneath them.
"Slept with Harry. You know, shagged. Fucked. Rolled in the hay. Played healer."
Hermione shook her head. "I knew what you meant. I just, erm… was not expecting that."
"And I thought you saw everything," Ginny teased, a small smile on her face.
Hermione shook her head. "I'm not a seer. When did this happen, exactly?"
"Well, six months ago… And at least once a week ever since."
Hermione's eyebrows raised even higher than they already were on her forehead.
"Merlin's saggy bollocks," Hermione cursed.
"You're telling me."
"Why haven't you two told anyone?" Hermione asked. "We could be double-dating."
Ginny gave Hermione a look that she hoped conveyed just how dense Hermione was being. "Because we aren't dating. We're friends."
"Friends don't—"
"Kiss? I know. We should have known better. But we were both lonely, you know. And there was one night, after one of our monthly dinners, where he and I stayed up talking after you and Ron had left… And one thing led to another." Ginny shrugged.
"Harry's never been the type to, well, have that kind of relationship," Hermione said, wheels still turning slowly in her mind. "Are you sure you're friends?"
Ginny nodded. "We have rules."
Hermione looked taken aback. "This is a regular Muggle film trope, Ginny. How could you fall into such a cliché?"
Ginny rolled her eyes. "Well, it was rather easy after I realized how much I liked shagging him, you know. Especially as I really thought I was over him."
"You thought," Hermione laughed. They were nearing a commercial area of the town now. "The shop is right up here."
As they walked into the shop, Ginny was hit with a breeze of cold air. For a moment, she shivered as her body acclimated. "Air conditioning?" Ginny asked.
Hermione smiled and nodded. "Yes. Now, have you ever been to a coffee shop before?"
"Er, just Madame Puddifoot's in Hogsmeade."
"That does not count," Hermione said. "I get coffee sometimes, but their tea is also good. They also have something called iced coffee, and it's brilliant."
"Iced coffee?" Ginny asked. "That sounds… off."
Hermione shrugged. "I'll be getting something cold, probably, today."
Ginny just shook her head, ordering an Earl Grey with cream and sugar. Hermione ordered some drink that Ginny didn't recognize, and they took a seat at a table in the back once they received their drinks.
"So, what happened?" Hermione asked.
"What do you mean?" Ginny asked.
"With Harry, silly."
"Oh, that. Well, I kept finding myself wanting to cuddle. And touch him. Not just sexually, you know. Sorry, I know he's like a brother to you."
"That's alright," Hermione smiled. "I'll pretend he's someone else for now."
Ginny shook her head, grin sliding off her face as she remembered the night before. "Well, we did finally cuddle, last week, which he initiated. But then, we didn't talk for a week after. And I ran into him when I was out last night, and he was with some other witch. I felt… jealous, Hermione. Friends don't get jealous."
Hermione nodded. "Then what happened?"
So, Ginny told her about her confession to Harry earlier in the day, and how she'd left when she was done with her speech, and he hadn't stopped her except to remind her about her bag.
"And that's all he said?" Hermione asked incredulously as she brought her drink to her lips.
Ginny nodded. "And then I left, and I went to your house." Ginny glanced down at her hands, worrying her cup.
Hermione took another long, deep pull of her coffee. "Well, I think Harry could be confused."
Ginny rolled her eyes. "What I said was very clear."
"Not about that. About how he feels."
"I think he made it perfectly clear how he feels, as well," Ginny said, cheeks burning at the memory. "I'm not sure if I've ever been so embarrassed."
"Not even when you sent him that Valentine in your first year?"
Ginny narrowed her eyes. "No. While that was mortifying, I was a little distracted. There was no awful possession to distract me this time."
Hermione's answering smile made Ginny feel a little better, but not much.
"I'm not expecting you to have all the answers," Ginny finally said after a few moments of silence. "But I'm just not sure where to go from here."
"Let Harry have some time," Hermione counseled. "Going from one thing to another type of relationship can be confusing for him. He can get so in his head sometimes."
"Don't I know it?" Ginny asked. She thought of all the times Harry had sought her advice since the war. Each time, it had warmed her heart to be asked. It had made her feel close to him in a way that she'd never been allowed while they'd all been at Hogwarts, even when they'd been in Dumbledore's Army together, and when they'd been dating.
Each time he'd asked for her advice, the words had come naturally to her, but had been difficult for Harry to commit to without some deep thinking. He always came around in the end, and she hoped that this time would be no different. She had to believe that he would come around in the end, this time, as well.
With this in mind, Ginny changed the subject, asking Hermione about her own life.
H&G
Even though her hopes had been raised by her conversation with Hermione, Ginny continued to mope for the next couple of weeks. She wasn't usually one to moon over a wizard, but somehow, despite her best efforts, Harry Potter had wormed his way into her heart once again.
She'd always had a soft spot for him, she reflected one afternoon, and she should have known better than to allow herself to be lulled into a false sense of security that she'd be strong enough not to fall for him once again when they were regularly shagging like rabbits.
Almost, but not quite, worse than the mooning and moping over Harry was the feeling of her pent-up sexual frustration. She had been used to regularly working out her frustrations and now found herself aching for Harry's touch.
She'd tried to rub it out a few times, but nothing seemed to be quite as good as Harry himself. At least, not in her current state of mind.
Finally, after what felt like ages, the aching abated and she was able to focus on other things, like her career, and her home.
A month and a half after her confession to Harry, Ginny was close to giving up. She hadn't even run into him, and she was almost sure this was on purpose. The Wizarding World wasn't exactly large enough to not run into one another at least once a week when one had the same set of friends.
Ginny found herself in Diagon Alley on one Saturday when the weather had just changed crisp. Hogwarts students had returned to school, and the alley was relatively quiet with the back-to-school shopping out of the way. There were vendors that were selling autumn treats along the alley and unable to resist the temptation, Ginny stopped at a stall where a witch was selling candy apples.
She purchased two, immediately biting into one when the witch handed them to her in exchange for a sickle.
As she turned around, she nearly choked on the bite she'd been chewing when she saw that someone had been standing immediately behind her.
"You arse," she told Harry, swatting at him lightly. "Did you mean to sneak up on me?" she asked.
Harry didn't immediately answer, running a hand through his messy raven hair as he stared at her. His green eyes were analyzing her from behind his round spectacles and she could tell from the way he held his body that he was tense.
And then she remembered, swallowing the bite of candy apple roughly, and coughing slightly from it, how they had left things at his flat almost two months before.
"You alright?" she rasped out, her throat scratchy.
"Yeah," Harry finally replied after several moments of silence. "You?"
Ginny nodded, looking forlornly at her candy apple, but not trusting herself not to repeat the same painful process of choking on the thing.
"What have you been up to?" she asked, forcing herself to carry the conversation, as Harry clearly wasn't up to it. Merlin, she hated how stilted things were between them right now.
"Oh, the usual," Harry hedged.
She gave him a look, knowing that he would be able to interpret what she was thinking from it.
"Harry," she said, an edge in her voice.
"Walk with me?" he asked.
She nodded her assent, and they began to walk side by side down the alley. Ginny handed him her second candy apple sadly, promising herself she'd return for another when they finished their discussion.
They were both silent for another several moments before they both began to speak. Chuckling nervously, Ginny motioned for Harry to continue first. As he opened his mouth, Ginny felt the cool September breeze ruffle through her hair, watching as it moved Harry's hair as well.
"I'm sorry it's taken me so long to talk to you," Harry began. "I just needed time to think."
"You've always been thick," she agreed.
He grinned a bit, shaking his head at her. "I have," Harry agreed. "And I want to apologize for how I reacted last time we spoke—you didn't deserve that."
"I didn't," Ginny, again, agreed.
They continued to walk, and Ginny's attention was briefly drawn to a couple who passed by, walking with their hands intertwined with one another, smiling sappily at each other.
When she looked at Harry again, she could see that his attention had been drawn to the couple, as well.
"They look happy," she commented.
"They do," Harry replied. He looked down at his feet, and Ginny knew that he'd made a decision about something, but he wasn't sure how to say it.
"Just spit it out," she told him unthinkingly.
He looked up at her and ran a hand through his hair again.
"Erm," Harry began. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about what you said that day. I wasn't sure how I felt then, and I'm still not sure exactly what to call it. But as the days have gone by since then, I've realized that I do really miss you. You're the first person I want to tell exciting news. You're the person I want next to me in those quiet moments where neither of us need to speak. And I really really miss sharing takeaway with you, when you eat my food even though you said you didn't want that dish."
He stopped walking and turned to Ginny, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Gin, I need to make sure I say this right."
She nodded at him, biting her lip as the breeze continued to ruffle through her hair. Harry's eyes seemed to catch on her hair for a moment and she blushed warmly with pleasure at the wonder in his gaze.
"I know we've given it a shot before, but I think—no, I know—that you're right about us. I'd like to try again, now that we're a little less haunted by the war and school and our careers."
"Did you just say I'm right?" Ginny couldn't help but ask smugly.
Harry groaned. "Of course, that's the only thing you heard in all that," he told her, shaking his head in what she assumed was faux exasperation.
Ginny giggled and Harry smiled at her brilliantly. "I did say you were right," he admitted. "I'm prepared to say that every time we argue from now on."
"Don't make promises you can't keep, Harry," she warned playfully, the tension in her body and heart lightening considerably. "You're almost more stubborn than me."
"You're right again," he conceded.
"I could get used to you saying that."
Harry was looking at her deeply, eyes holding her own in place. Before she could stop herself, Ginny moved towards him, never breaking their eye contact, and as she pulled him towards her, she dropped her candy apple.
She didn't even notice the loss as he pulled his face down to hers and their lips met. It was like magic, Ginny thought for a moment before all of her attention was sucked back into Harry.
After several moments of kissing, she heard shouts from somewhere nearby and they resurfaced. They had drawn quite a crowd in Diagon Alley, it seemed, with their kiss.
"Get a room!" someone called from nearby.
Ginny blushed in embarrassment, looking at Harry. He looked even more mortified than she was, and she couldn't help but break into a large smile.
"Wanna find a room?" she joked.
Harry's cheeks turned a shade of red that was reminiscent of a blush that she'd only seen Weasley's create, but he nodded anyway. He pulled her into a nearby shop and asked the shop keeper for the floo powder.
She guessed that the only reason they were allowed to use the shop's floo was because the shop keeper recognized Harry, but Ginny didn't reveal this to him. She allowed him to pull her close to his side in the grate as he called out his own home, and in a swirl of green, they were in Harry's living room, coughing from the ash.
She pulled out her wand and refreshed both of them before Harry pulled her over to the sofa where it all started, back when it had been just turning warm.
Their clothes disappeared rather quickly, but Ginny didn't care as they joined, finally, and she felt whole again.
Several minutes later—it could have been a lifetime, as far as Ginny was concerned, or it could have only been a minute—and she shuddered around him, crying out Harry's name as she came. She felt Harry begin to orgasm and kissed him gently on the lips as he finished spilling into her.
"You know," she told Harry as he rolled away from on top of her and into the crack between Ginny and the sofa cushions. "I think I really could get used to this."
"Me too," he grinned. "Shower?"
She nodded eagerly, standing up from the sofa naked and walking away from him towards the loo, swaying her hips.
"You witch!" Harry called from the sofa. She heard him getting up and then the pounding of his feet as he began to chase after her.
"It's about time you did some chasing!" she giggled as she ran past the loo and towards his bedroom. She jumped onto his bed and hid beneath the covers, unable to stop giggling.
"Oi, I wonder where Ginny could have gone?" Harry said aloud when he reached the bed before pulling the covers off of her and attacking her with kisses.
She continued to giggle and squirmed under Harry's ministrations. Out of breath, she told him, "If you don't stop, I don't think I'll be able to stop myself from devouring you again."
"Who says that's such a bad thing?" Harry asked.
"No one," she admitted, looking at him seriously.
Harry began to lean down towards her, lips getting closer and closer. Her eyes closed and then she felt cold as he pulled away and yelled, "Got ya!" as he ran out of the room.
"Why, you!" she called after him, springing up and chasing after him to the loo, where he was starting the tap.
She jumped into the shower and pulled him in after her, closing the curtain behind them.
As Ginny began to wash his body sweetly, she decided that she couldn't wait for more of their adventures.