Prompt- Sweetbabe- Harry gets a bit sloshed and starts bragging to Ginny at a Muggle party.
Sort of.
This one is a Muggle AU, but it still works with the prompt.
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Conference
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"Do you think you might want to slow down?" Hermione asked looking more worried than disapproving.
She just didn't get it, Ginny shook her head. It was a work conference, so Hermione thought that they needed to be on 'work' behavior. That's not how people operate at conferences though. Particularly at the evening part of the conference.
Despite just how different their approach to life in general was, Ginny got on really well with Hermione. She enjoyed riling her up a bit with a dirty joke and being the one Hermione came to when she needed introspective advice on their different coworkers. And Ginny was going to really miss her when she moved to the new company.
But Hermione didn't know about Ginny jumping ship yet. No one here did because it was still too soon to tell.
"No, I think you need to catch up," Ginny handed her a shot of vodka. "You need to loosen up. Have a little fun. Let your hair out of that incredibly tight bun of yours. Maybe then everyone will realize that there is a person under that blazer you've got on, not just a robot."
"I am not a robot!" Hermione growled.
"I know," Ginny said complacently with an arm on her shoulder. "Now let everyone else know too." Ginny cast an arm across the room that was full of men and women dressed up in their nice suits and dresses that were having their after-meeting drinks and socializing. Their clothes might be business attire, but it was Ginny's fourth year attending one of these and she knew damn well that the only kind of business getting done tonight was the dirty kind.
"The trick is," she told her friend, "to get just drunk enough that a water and Aspirin before bed will do the trick. You still need to have your wits about you, but your guard down."
Hermione made a face and downed the shot like it had been some horrible medicine. Yeah, she made the face before taking the drink.
Hermione was a para-legal for the corporate firm they worked at, Ginny was an assistant. And damned happy to stay an assistant as well. The amount of shite the para-legals and actual lawyers had to deal with and remember was well above her give-a-fuck bar. She was all too happy to make twenty-five quid an hour with benefits to deliver coffee and scan documents. Her entire job consisted of doing as she was told, easy peasy. And once a year she had to help organize the annual conference, again, easy peasy; pick a venue with enough conference rooms and hotel rooms that had a decent banquet menu and the rest was all just window dressing.
No one cared much so long as they could get absolutely shit faced at the end of the night.
Okay, her job actually did entail more than that. But it was all about organizing and having connections in the different government departments, the one's that actually got shit done not the managers who just made you run around in circles.
This was Hermione's first time attending one of the conferences though and didn't know that they were about to be surrounded by sloshed barristers that were looking for nothing more than a shag buddy at the end of the night. They were all looking to blow off steam and it was entirely entertaining for the support staff to watch these pompous pricks they worked for turning into utter idiots.
"Now, take this," Ginny handed Hermione a bottle of beer, "and go interject yourself into that conversation over there." Ginny was pointing at a table full of first year hires, each one of them were cautiously sipping their own drinks and looking equally as scared as Hermione.
"What do I say?" Hermione asked, unsure of herself.
"Ask them about their most terrifying professor at uni," Ginny instructed her.
"What? Why?" she asked bewildered.
"Because it'll get them talking so much that they'll never shut-up. Then the topic will evolve naturally from there. If one of them say's Brant was their worse Tort's professor then casually mention that you had heard about that scandal with the key party."
"What?!" she squeaked.
"Him and his wife went to a key party and he wound up going home with a woman that turned out to be his new TA's wife. It will be common knowledge to them," she assured her. Out of the corner of her eye Ginny caught one of the hotel staff trying to subtly wave her down and nodded in acknowledgment.
"I don't think I can do that," Hermione said in a panicked voice.
"Well, you're going to have to because I have something I have to go take care of," Ginny said with a push at Hermione's back.
Hermione let out a small 'eep' sound but made her way over to the table none the less and Ginny made her way over to the hotel Banquet Manager. She really liked working with people in the Event's industry, they'd seen it all. She herself had worked banquets to put herself through school and it had been a great time. Fun parties, good music, free drinks at the end of the night (what management didn't know wouldn't hurt them) and for the dinner parties the staff were fed mid-shift. Sometimes those were the only decent meals she had all week, the rest of the time she had been living off cereal purchased at Poundland.
"Hey Veronique, how are things," Ginny greeted the lady with a smile.
"All on schedule," she replied with a smile and a chuckle. "Just wanted to know where you would like to store the materials from the reception table."
Shit, she'd forgotten about that bit. "Bugger. I suppose I can grab them and dump them off in my room now. You need that area clear for the breakfast buffet tomorrow, don't you."
"I'll get you a luggage trolly," Veronique offered kindly and headed back towards reception.
Ginny went over to the skirted table and pulled out the clear tote bins from under it to pack up all the brochures and conference materials and schedules as well as the little swag gifts that were undoubtedly going to end up in the back of everyone's desks completely forgotten about.
"Mind if I grab one of the timetables for tomorrow from you?" asked a voice from behind her just as she was placing them in the tote bin.
She pulled one out and handed it over to him with a polite smile and then paused because she didn't recognize him.
And he. Was. Hot.
He had a name tag on, but she couldn't read the fine print stating where he was from in the company. Must be from the Cornwall or Edinburgh office, she thought. Probably Cornwall judging by his accent. He had messy black hair and these amazingly green eyes that she would have assumed were contacts save for the fact that he was wearing glasses.
"Hi, I'm Harry. I'm thinking I'm late for the start of the drinking?" he asked with a grin.
A cute grin.
"Hi, I'm Ginny. And I'm thinking of changing my last name to yours," she said with an appreciative look up and down his frame. Boy, could that man fill out a tight sweater.
"What?" he blinked at her, his grin growing even wider.
"What?" she echoed, her brain taking a moment to replay what she'd just said. "Oh! I mean. Yes. Yes, you did miss the start of the drinking. I, however, did not," she tried to pass it off as a joke. It fell rather flat though. "You'll have to excuse me."
His eyebrow went up slowly as he stared at her and she felt her cheeks warming.
"The bar's just inside the room here. Ha- have a good time," she blushed.
"Here you are," Veronique showed up as her knight and savior with the luggage trolley for her to put the totes on.
"Great! Thank you," Ginny said hastily in relief of something to distract herself and Harry from how she'd just given him the most desperate pick-up line of all time to him in a drunken slur.
"I'll catch you later then," Harry excused himself, still grinning and went into the room.
Once he was out of sight Ginny let out the breath she hadn't known she was holding and turned back to piling things into the tote bins.
"Good looking bloke," Veronique commented quietly.
"Don't I know it," Ginny admitted. No point in denying it, she was sure it was written all over her face that she had an immediate fancy for him.
"Are you expected to work through the entire evening? These events usually turn into… well," she lowered her voice, "Sodom and Gomorrah, really."
"Yes, they do," Ginny chuckled. "Looking forward to watching it devolve actually. It means I have more anecdotes for the break room."
Veronique helped her stack all the materials on the trolley and Ginny took it up to her hotel room.
Today was only the first day of a three-day conference and she had been looking forward to it like it was going to be Mardi-Gras. A small piece of her wanted to properly participate. She was actually single this year too so there wouldn't be any guilt on her end; Not like most that were downstairs, two minutes away from doing body shots and pretending their rings were just decorations.
The night passed pretty much how she had expected it to. She had a few more drinks but paced herself enough to keep a level head. The most inappropriate thing she saw was her boss grabbing the arse of an assistant from the Glasgow office and getting slapped, he simply laughed it off though so the assistant threw her drink in his face. Twenty minutes later the two of them were dancing together. Hermione wound up staying at the table Ginny had pushed her to earlier and went from one conversation to another looking more comfortable and confident each time Ginny checked on her.
The second-year barrister boys, as Ginny called them, from her office had pulled out a deck of cards and started playing 'Cups', a drinking game. It wound up with one of them punching another.
That was all the excitement for the first night.
And Ginny didn't catch sight of Harry again, which she pouted internally a bit about, then she and the rest of the remaining members of her work party were kindly asked to leave so the staff could re-set the room for the morning.
Her alarm on her phone buzzed a few minutes before the hotel alarm clock she had set went off.
The downside of this event was having to be the first one up.
Still worth it for the double pay and entertainment value, and it wasn't like she needed to pay close attention in the day's meetings since she'd helped with the PowerPoint presentations, but good REM sleep was not going to be in the plans for her.
Right now it was six a.m.
Toilet, shower, hair, make-up, coffee, set meeting materials, coffee, coffee, food. Ginny lay there for a moment with her arm over her eyes after she'd shut off the alarms going over her immediate checklist before needing to be down by the breakfast buffet.
Thirty minutes later she was downstairs with the first of her three coffees in her hand, pulling on the luggage trolley that had the days materials she needed to put into the meeting rooms. She had already popped down to make sure she was cleared to get access into the rooms and had grabbed the coffee from their café because the machine in her room was guaranteed to taste wrong.
Then she saw him again.
There was Harry. He was properly awake too, and it didn't appear that he had tied one on last night in the least. No, he was just come back from a run or something. He had on a sleeveless shirt and shorts with sneakers and was coming in from outside.
My goodness he was a good-looking specimen. Her somewhat inebriated state hadn't lied to her about that last night. She could feel her cheeks warming as she saw he noticed her as well. He didn't look nearly as bashful as she felt, and why would he? He wasn't the one to thoughtlessly flirt with her last night, it was all her and her stupid mouth. Her filter had been off by that point in the days events, and normally she wouldn't care but he was attractive and she couldn't quite explain why she was behaving like a teenage girl right then.
He gave her a charming smile, one with a slight edge to it that told her he remembered exactly what she'd said to him last night, and then he continued on his way to the lift, and she continued on her way to the front desk to get the keys to the banquet halls.
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Harry couldn't help but chuckle to himself as he rode the lift back up to his floor. The girl from last night had turned adorably bright red when she saw him in the lobby and that had boosted his confidence a nice amount. He always felt pretty good after going for a run, seeing that on top of it just made him feel all the better about himself.
Her line she used on him last night was pretty epic though. 'I'm thinking of changing my last name to yours.' It could be seen as coming on too strong with the words themselves, but the way she had delivered them it certainly didn't sound like she was serious.
Ginny, she'd said her name was. He had since found out that she was an admin assistant with the offices based in London and everyone he had noticed her interact with regarded her favorably.
Not that he had much time to pay attention to it.
He had got to the hotel late last night and had a few last-minute dealings that he had to run up to his hotel room to deal with after saying a few hello's to let the bosses know that he was there.
He could hear a few of those attending the conference making their way back to their rooms last night well after dark. Harry, however, got to sleep at a reasonable time so he would be refreshed and ready to go this morning.
Probably he should have opted to fly from Edinburgh to London, but he chose the train instead. It was nearly 10 hours of peace so he could focus on his work uninterrupted by other demands save for the trolley lady asking what he'd like to eat.
And he hated flying.
He knew if he simply stomached it for the flight then he'd land surrounded by his coworkers and those that he knew by name from the other branches and then he'd be obligated to socialize all day whilst waiting for his stomach to settle and getting no work done.
Taking the train to Kings Cross had been like a vacation compared to that.
It was made even better by his first interaction upon arriving being he pretty ginger woman hitting on him like that.
Harry got back to his room and had a shower. He still had near an hour before the breakfast buffet was due to be set up so he was free to take as long a shower as he liked. And it wound up being one that had his imagination pulling up that blushing red face he'd just seen, except this time she was naked and in the shower with him, lovely fuel for a morning wank.
It was a good thing that the first portion of the conference was simply going over material that everyone already knew because it was obvious that Harry was one of the few there not suffering from a hangover.
It was dry material that was being covered by the speaker at the front of the room, and all of which was said in point form on the hand out he was provided. Even if he was hung over there was no way he would have missed out on anything important.
All of the meetings turned out being like that.
And in all of them he noticed Ginny in the back of the room at one point or another, or up near the podium making sure everything was set for the next speaker. She seemed not only to be a favored person, but very on the ball as well.
He liked that she was more than just a pretty face.
Through out the day he noticed that she was constantly making several people laugh. It was like they gravitated towards her.
He wanted to gravitate towards her as well, but the few times that they locked eyes again he saw the red come to her cheeks and he moved on.
But then the after dinner part of that day came around, and the post after dinner part. Now there was a dance floor in the conference turned banquet room and he'd had enough of simply following her with his eyes. Okay, he told himself, you have plenty of drink in you now. He could do this. It wasn't the first time he hit on a woman, wouldn't be the last. And the worst she could say was 'no thanks'. Well… with out the 'thanks' part probably.
She liked him too, he could tell that she was at least physically attracted to him. At this point in his life and career with this company, any more than that didn't really matter that much.
And by far it wouldn't be him making the biggest arse of himself at this conference. He'd heard what some of the guys had gotten up to last night and those antics were about to start up again, he was sure.
Ginny was on the dance floor and she was moving and grooving, gyrating her hips. Beaconing him with the swaying of her arse, that's what she was doing.
He hadn't realized he'd started walking towards her but suddenly he was right behind her. Close enough that the next time she twirled her hips to the music her bum grazed against him and he almost let out a groan.
She turned around in surprise, her eyes growing a bit wide realizing who it was that had stood so close to her.
"I might not be the best at this kind of dancing, but I did take ballroom growing up. Care to give it a go with me?" he held up his hand for her to take, asking for permission to pull her closer.
Her expression turned from surprised to pleased as she took his offered hand and let him pull her right against him.
"Ballroom, you say?" she asked.
He took a step back and spun her around once, pulling her back to him so she was pressed against him even tighter than she had been before. "Ballroom," he couldn't help smirking, 'ball room', it sounded dirty. The drink had helped loosen him up, but her being in his arms and looking happy to be there was loosening his tongue even more. "Ballroom, Archery, Horseback Riding, French. Basically everything expected in a Noble upbringing."
He wasn't quite bragging. At least he didn't think he was. And if that came out snotty then it wasn't registering with him.
"Oh, so you know which fork to use and everything? Very impressive," she teased.
"Want to know the trick?" he asked and spun her around once more before dipping her and pulling her back against him and letting his lips hover just over her ear. "Work from the outside in."
"I like things that go in and out," she said huskily.
That got him. There wasn't possibly anything sexier she could have said right then.
"Tell me," she continued, "what else are you good at?"
He kept leading her around the dancefloor, doing steps that he was trained in rather than the hip-hop jiving or whatever that everyone else was doing. At least, he was moving her around slower so it wasn't too obvious that they were doing actual ballroom dancing.
"Law, Taxes," he jokingly bragged. "I've been told I have a wicked tongue." He lowered his mouth again to her ear, "and I've been told I'm good with it."
"Ever used it on anyone impartial?" she asked. He felt her hip brush up against him then. He wasn't flaccid either and he could tell she noticed.
"Exactly how would one be impartial?" Harry asked. "Every person I've used it on has a single goal in mind and is completely partial about getting there." He lowered his hand so it was just above her bum. "And I've been known to get them there."
Her breath was hot on his collar and he could feel her tensing up slightly in his arms.
Harry really hoped he hadn't just pushed her too far. They'd both been playing this game, hadn't they?
He wasn't given the time to contemplate much if it was a mistake to have said it because she rocked against him and gave a pleasured shudder. "Prove it," she whispered to him.
The little soldier between his legs twitched at those two words as a wave of relief shot through him in the most pleasurable way. "Room 419," he told her and took a step back, giving her a mocking bow before turning and walking away.
They didn't say it, but he had the impression that she wasn't interested in announcing to everyone that they were about to meet up for a shag in his hotel room. He was having trouble processing it as he walked out of the room, giving nods here and there to the people he knew that he passed on the way to the lobby.
Never before had he hooked up with someone at a company event.
Everyone else did, but not him.
There was less taboo, he felt, in doing it this time. He was quite sure he wouldn't be coming back to any of these conferences.
He didn't even know if Ginny was single, and he was trying to tell himself he didn't care because this was just going to be a one off. They were going to hook up at this conference and possibly not see each other again until there was another conference, which was a year away, if ever. And that would only be if there was some sort of country-wide conference, because if it were just for this company he wouldn't be in attendance.
Thankfully she didn't make him wait long in his room before she knocked at the door. He had just enough time to organize all his paperwork that he'd left on the bed and move it over to the desk in the room and gargle a bit of mouthwash, throwing on a bit of pit stick while he was in the bathroom.
She didn't waste any time with conversation after he'd opened the door for her either.
Immediately her lips met his and both of them were lost in a frenzy of touching, groping, kissing and ripping each other's clothes off. He pulled her zipper on the back of her dress down and lowered the sleeves, pressing his lips to the top of her breasts as soon as they were exposed. Her fingers clutched at the back of his head to keep him there while he undid her bra and yanked it off as well.
Her skin was so soft and smooth. And she smelled so good. He didn't take the time to take in her body overall, he only focused on bits and pieces of it by grabbing and kissing her here and there. Her wanton moans were egging him on with the process as well.
She pulled back to step out of the dress properly and he pulled his shirts over his head, tugging off his belt as well.
"What was that you were telling me about your tongue," Ginny asked as she walked backwards to the bed, pulling him with her by his belt loops. "I had pictured you using it in one spot in particular."
Harry grinned at the invitation, and at it coming from the sexy woman before him wearing only her knickers. "You've got a bit too much on for that task, haven't you," he stated with a single cocked eyebrow.
"Silly me," she tucked her thumbs into the skimpy piece of fabric at her hips and pushed it down her legs, standing up properly, completely naked before him and sporting a nicely groomed patch of hair between her legs.
He loved it when there was a bit of effort put in in that particular area. Easier access and an a much better view for him.
Ginny crawled backwards across the king-sized bed so that she was splayed diagonally, allowing him plenty of room to be set up between those legs of hers.
And he couldn't wait.
The view of her laying there was good, his mouth being pressed against her clit was better.
The initial contact made Ginny gasp and her pelvis to thrust against him from the sensitive nature of the area. But he started out slow, giving nice long licks in and around the area until she began moving with him. Her hips were rocking in time to how she wanted him to circle his tongue hard over the area.
And she didn't last long.
He grinned when she came undone from his tongue so quickly. He dipped his head lower to her entrance and coaxed her into relaxation using his tongue there as well, understanding how sensitive a woman's clit could be just after an orgasm. His tongue delved in and out of her, circled around her entrance again and then delved back inside her once more.
Her body relaxed once more having recovered from her orgasm and he moved back up to her clit again. Harry enjoyed hearing the sharp intake of breath coming from her in surprise.
That's right, he intended to prove his point more than once.
And he very much enjoyed turning his bed mates into complete puddles of pleasured afterglow.
That required more than one orgasm.
His hand came up to just under his chin and he slowly pushed his finger inside her, loving the response of her thrusting back against his finger. To him it was an indication that she would be game for a second finger.
Ginny cried out at the second finger.
Harry's eyes were open and looking up at her body as she writhed over the feelings she was having then. Her own eyes were closed and her mouth open as she rocked against his mouth and fingers. Her breasts were moving in time to her thrusts making it like her pert nipples were doing a dance just for him.
It took a little longer this time, but she came for him again, crying out louder than last time and a full body shudder rocked through her.
Once her body relaxed again he pulled back and took off his remaining clothes, his erection springing free and waving hello to the goddess before him. Ginny was looking up at him with a smile on her face.
"I concur, you really are good with your tongue," she told him. "Now show me how good you are with you cock."
Oh, he wanted to. And he was going to. But he had something else in mind first. Something that his previous bed partners had certainly enjoyed but been wary of the first few times. He really hoped she was up for it because the results always got him so horny.
"You'll get it," he assured her. "But not just yet."
Ginny's eyes went wide as he settled himself between her legs again, growing face level once more with her lovely cunt. Her dripping, lovely cunt. His tongue went back to its mark and he traced a lazy circle around her opening, collecting up as much of her moistness as was available for him. Then he moved those fingers a little closer to the bed.
He was watching closely for her reaction, but despite the loud inhale of breath and slight arching of her back, she didn't move to stop him.
He traced a lazy circle there as well before slowly pressing one finger inside her ass. The whole time he was keeping up a steady pattern on her clit. Harry felt her press her hips down on his finger so it slipped a bit further inside her past the sphincter and she let out another exhale before moaning.
It got him so hard when he did this.
His partners reaction was part of it, but another part was the sensation of tight heat around his finger was telling his brain just how good that would feel around his dick. He was thrusting into the mattress now while Ginny rode his finger and tongue through to her third orgasm. This time she nearly screamed out her pleasure.
Once she relaxed back onto the mattress he pulled back from her, his erection near painfully engorged.
Ginny looked up at him, her pupils fully dilated from arousal. Those eyes trailed from his face down to his cock and she made this sort of come-hither movement with her hips then.
This time when he leaned over her it was to press his lips against hers and line their bodies up perfectly. Her lips attacked him with this insatiable need as he pressed the head of his erection inside her pussy, groaning against her lips at the wet heat that was literally welcoming him into her folds.
Once he was fully sheathed inside her he let out an even louder groan of pleasure. "Fuck you feel good," he whispered.
"Fuck, you feel big," she groaned back and arched off the bed as she did her part to ride him.
He wanted her to get a fourth, but he was so worked up from spending so much time between her legs that he wouldn't be able to last if he was still the one in charge. So, Harry grabbed her leg, holding it tight to his own, and rolled them over so she could spend a little time being the one in charge and hopefully stave off his finish a bit longer.
"You like it when a girls on top?" she asked huskily.
"I want you to cum again," he told her straight in a deep voice.
She actually whimpered in response and started riding him hard. Rocking against him in a way he knew meant she was searching for her next.
He loved the feeling of being ridden like this. It was the worlds best massage. He knew he would be able to hold off his finish with this movement, and yet one small change up in motion and he would be finished in no time. So this movement could continue until she clenched impossibly tight around him.
Which she did.
He felt his cock being gripped over and over again as she rode out her fourth finish and he switched up to thrusting up into her as he gripped her hips, then he was crying out after less than thirty seconds.
What's better is that she kept riding him, making his cock feel amazing and his eyes roll back in his head while she milked every last good sensation out of his finish. The only thing that could have put it over the top is if she reached behind her and started gently fondling his balls.
Instead, she came forward and rested her head on his chest a moment while they caught their breath.
"That was incredible," she muttered.
He managed to murmur his agreement before they both moved into a more comfortable position and fell asleep.
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6 a.m. and her alarm on her phone went off. Ginny reached out to silence it without opening her eyes and then cuddled back into her pillow and waited for the hotel alarm to go off while keeping her eyes closed and her mental faculties were starting up slowly.
It didn't go off though.
She knew how long two minutes should feel and it had most certainly come and gone.
Opening one of her eyes she glanced over to the clock on the bedside table and it read 6:04.
She was sure that she set it to go off at 6:02 before she'd gone to the party last night.
Oh!
Turning her head to the other side of the bed it all came rushing back to her; the reason why her alarm didn't go off.
This was not her room.
And the man whose hotel bed she was currently laying in had given her quite possibly the best night of her life! Four times he'd made her cum last night! It was amazing she'd been able to do it the fourth time, but having him actually inside of her for it after so long of it just being she and her vibrator made her bound and determined to get her last one.
For a fleeting moment she frowned and realized that she was now just one of the many that hooked up at these work conferences.
At least they were both single.
She thought he was single anyhow. He didn't have a ring, or a tan line of a ring. It was possible he had a girlfriend.
She hadn't asked though. Probably because she didn't want to know.
And they hadn't exactly gotten up to much in the way of talking.
But now she was stuck wondering what the protocol was here. She was expected downstairs to get the last day set up and her part in that started in under an hour. Harry was going to be there for the days events so she didn't know if she should sneak out while he slept and they would just ignore the fact that they hooked up last night or if she should wake him and let him know how much she enjoyed it?
It wasn't like anything could come of this. They had both known it was going to be a one-time thing. He was going back to Edinburgh tomorrow and she wasn't even going to be working at their company in a months' time, so they might never see each other again.
Really, she didn't have time to stay in bed any longer and figure it out. She had to get back to her room and put herself together for the day.
Informing him that she was leaving though seemed appropriate enough.
"Harry," she whispered. "I have to get back to my room."
He stretched out and looked over to her, opening one bleary eye and a smile stretching out on his face. "Hey," he said sleepily. "What? You have to go? Why? It's so early."
She couldn't help a little giggle silently at how adorable he was when he was half awake like this. "I start early, like you saw yesterday. I have to get everything set up for the days meetings. And to do that I need to get back to my hotel room."
He frowned at her. "Oh. Right, yeah. I suppose that must've been what you were doing when I saw you yesterday."
"It was. And it is again today. So," she dragged out the word and looked over to the floor for her dress. "I'll, erm, see you down there. Later."
"Right. Yeah, later," he mumbled.
Ginny didn't look back at him, she now felt too awkward to make small talk. Instead she steeled herself enough to gain the confidence to pull back the bedsheets and walk naked to her clothes, slipping on her dress again and only turning back to him to grab her phone from the table.
"Erm, thanks for… last night." A smile stretched out over her face when she said it. It had truly been the best shag she could ever remember having.
He was looking more awake now and was grinning at her too. "It was pretty great," he agreed. "Hey," he said as he sat up in the bed. "I know you're going to be busy all day. And I know this is… what it is, but I catch the train back to Edinburgh tomorrow from Kings Cross at 8:30. Any chance you're interested in meeting me there at seven for a coffee, or whatever, before you go into the office?"
Ginny grinned wider at him then. She too was going to be entirely busy today and knew that this evening would be everyone left to their own devices, which meant that Harry was going to be getting pulled away by the local barristers to some swanky club or another and she wouldn't be invited. Meeting him tomorrow for breakfast sounded lovely. "Yes, I'd like that."
"Brilliant."
Sure enough, the Sunday events had both of them pulled in different directions. Luckily, it seemed they were the epitome of inconspicuous about their hooking up last night because no one brought it up to her. And someone absolutely would have if they'd noticed.
She'd certainly done her fair share of razzing to those in the office that she was due to be in for it if anyone had noticed.
After all the meetings had finished and she'd gotten the last bit of materials and whatnot that needed to back to the office stored away and put into a lorry she was going back through the banquet space for a once over and Harry popped his head in.
"Hey," he exclaimed in relief when he found her.
"Hi! I thought you were stuck going out with the others!" she said in surprise.
"I am," he told her. "But I had five minutes and wanted to make sure we were still on for tomorrow? I'll meet you by the Costa Coffee?"
"Yes," she assured him happily. "I'll meet you there."
He grinned at her and came forward, giving her a kiss that nearly made her knees grow weak.
"See you then," he said in a low voice as he pulled away.
Ginny was left grinning after him like an idiot as he walked away.
Someone cleared their throat behind her and she jumped out of her skin before spinning around. It was Veronique, the Banquet Manager. And she looked quite happy to have seen what she just saw.
"Just wanted to make sure that everything was… satisfactory." Her tone was dripping with innuendo.
"More than," Ginny assured her, in much the same tone.
"Twice over?" she asked with mock innocence.
Ginny bit her lip and raised four fingers. Veronique's eye went wide and her jaw dropped.
"I should ask him to give my husband tips!" Veronique exclaimed, causing the two of them to laugh.
The next morning Ginny was only waiting at Kings Cross for only a minute when she saw Harry walking towards her. His expression upon seeing her only reassured her that this was a good idea. The previous night she wasn't very busy at home and it allowed her mind the time to wander down all different sort of paths.
Now that he was before her once more she couldn't help but know that any time spent with him was entirely worth it.
They may not have gotten up to much talking, but there was something about him and his energy. Yes, his being attractive certainly helped too. But she did really want to spend more time with him and get to know him, even if they might never see each other again.
He walked right up to her and gave her a kiss as greeting.
She missed that part about having someone, all the kisses and touches.
"Now, are you a coffee person? Tea? Croissant?" he offered as they headed towards the coffee shop.
After getting their breakfast they found a table to enjoy it while all the commuters rushed around them. His train wasn't until 8:30 and she didn't need to be in the office at all that day due to her working all weekend.
She found out that he was raised in Scotland by British parents, thus no heavy Scottish Accent. He'd gone to boarding school but was very close with his parents. She told him about growing up on a farm in the country and how she'd longed to live in the city, and he was floored when she told him how many siblings she had and how many nieces and nephews that turned into.
"I have a confession to make," he told her as it was getting on a quarter to eight. "I'm not going to be working for the company much longer."
"What?" she blinked and then let out a laugh. "Me either! How crazy is that?"
"Really?" he grinned. "I've heard through the grapevine that you are stellar at your job. They're really going to miss you in the London office. Where are you moving to? Got a better offer?"
"Yes. Word of my abilities seems to have stretched outside the confines of the company," she preened, allowing herself a bit of gloat time. "I was actually approached by a headhunter who had a nice package offer with a new company. I met with the founder and I really like his energy, and the offer was too good to turn down."
"You're going to a start-up?" he asked brightly. "Me too! It's risky, but if it pans out, then the reward will certainly be worth it. Plus, it is my godfather's company. I figured now is the time that I should be making these sort of leaps," he shrugged.
"Before the wife and kids come along. Absolutely," she nodded. "My mum is all over me to settle down, but I still have a bit of living I want to get done first. Not that that isn't possible with the husband and kids in tow," she assured him. "But there are some opportunities, such as this, that I feel the less 'baggage' the less to potentially lose. Only person counting on me is myself," she shrugged.
"I know where you're coming from. I'm of the same opinion," he agreed. "I'm actually meeting my godfather here in a few minutes."
"Oh! Is he based in London?" she asked. That would have been a bit disappointing. To find out that someone like him, that she was now very interested in, was moving to London just as she was moving away.
"No, he's in town dealing with some family estate business. His company is going to be based in Leeds," he told her.
Ginny froze and her mouth dropped open a little bit in her shock. Harry noticed her reaction and cocked his head at her in question at her reaction.
"What is your godfather's name?" she asked carefully, her heart pounding in her chest.
Before he could answer though someone they were both familiar with arrived standing beside their table. "Ah!" Sirius Black exclaimed. "Ginny, Harry, I wasn't expecting both of you! Weren't you both supposed to be keeping a lid on this? It was my understand neither of you had informed your current employer."
Harry went from staring wide eyed at his godfather to staring wide eyed at her again. "You're moving to Leeds?" he asked in shock.
"Course she is," Sirius said, giving him a slap on the back. "She's going to be your personal assistant and run the office."
Not registering the shock on their faces, Sirius went up to the counter to order his breakfast and left the two of them sat staring at each other dumbfounded.
Until a smile started stretching out on both of their faces.
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