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CHAPTER TWO-HUNDRED AND SEVENTY-TWO:

Draco opened the letter in curiosity. He knew that Blaise occasionally received mail from his mother updating him on the Dark Lord's plans for her and assuring him that everyone believed he and Draco to be dead, but Draco never received anything. Blaise always took his mother's letters with a grain of salt and told him that he loved his mother deeply, but trusted her as much as he would a dragon. Draco knew that it was one of the main reasons why Blaise had intentionally kept his mother from the Fidelius Charm on the Zabini home here in Sicily.

But Draco had no one to write to him.

No one knew that he was alive and if anyone had bothered to inform his father, Lucius was still in prison, which didn't help him. So when a letter arrived for him, it made him a bit apprehensive until he recognized the writing on the front.

Draco opened it just as Blaise stepped into the dining room.

Dear Draco,

I hope this reaches you safely. I know that you and Blaise have gone into hiding and I urge you to stay there, wherever you are. I urge you to stay out of harm's way. But I would like to ask a favour from the two of you.

The spell and dagger that Blaise used in removing IT... were those all that were needed to do so? I may be helping another escape that terrible fate and Ted and I want to do it correctly.

Write and let us know that you're both safe. Remember you do still have family here who care about you very much. I was sorry to hear about your mother. Despite our differences, she was my little sister and I loved her.

With your father in prison, there was no one to give her a proper burial. Ted and I had a small memorial service for her with Theo. She's buried in the Malfoy Family Crypt in Wiltshire. Your grandmother did not return to England to attend.

Stay safe.

Much love,

Auntie Dromeda and Uncle Ted

"What is it?" Blaise asked, sitting down across from his friend.

"The Tonkses," he passed the letter across the table for Blaise to read.

Blaise scratched his nose as he stared down at it. "Who do you think it is?"

"Does it matter?"

"No," Blaise admitted. "But still, if they're planning on removing the Dark Mark, that's a lot of work and pain if they aren't prepared for it."

Draco shrugged. "Whoever it is must be desperate then."

"Write her back and tell her that she knows everything. I'll wrap the gold dagger and send it along."

Draco frowned. "Doesn't it bother you?"

Blaise lifted a perfectly coifed eyebrow. "Does what bother me?"

"This!" Draco exclaimed. "The war! Us just sitting out here on our arses!"

"Well, two such fine premium arses such as these need to be kept safe." At Draco's look, he grinned. "Look, what else do you honestly think that we could be doing? If the Dark Lord finds out that we're alive, he'll kill us. Do you want to die?"

"No," Draco said, stubbornly. "I just feel like we should be doing something more."

"Sending the dagger to the Tonkses is doing more," Blaise told him. "If they can help just one other person escape that life because of what I figured out, isn't that enough?" When Draco only stared at him, he sighed. "We can't go back, Draco. We just can't. Our lives would be over. Trust me. It's better if we're both not around for what comes next."

"What do you mean by that?" Draco asked. "Do you know something that I don't?"

Blaise hesitated. "I know that I wasn't the only person hiding in plain sight, Draco. Trust me, bad things are coming."

"Hiding in… what do you mean?"

Blaise shook his head. "I wasn't the only spy at Hogwarts."

"What, you mean Snape?"

Blaise looked down at his hands. "We can't go back, Draco, you know that, right?"

"I know that," Draco said, grudgingly. He wasn't sure he liked the fact that his friend didn't answer his question. "I know that we can't go back and part of me doesn't want to go back, but part of me is also wondering what the hell I'm doing out here!"

Blaise nodded. "Part of me wonders that all the time, but then I remember what we ran from and I don't regret it."

"What do you know, Blaise? What's coming?" Draco asked.

"Nothing that we have to concern ourselves with," Blaise told him.

"What about Theo?"

Blaise hesitated. "He'll be safe."

"Blaise, you are talking about Snape, right? The spy?"

"As I said, I wasn't the only spy at Hogwarts." At Draco's look, he smiled. "Come on, let's eat breakfast and then work on our homework by the pool. That's important for us for now. That's what we need to be doing, not worrying about things that we have no control over."

Draco knew that his friend was right, but it still bothered him. "I can't believe how much homework you've made me do," Draco complained. "I have to be ready to write my NEWTs by now with how much you've made me study! I'm pretty sure that you've given me more textbooks than every professor combined."

Blaise grinned. "Hey, someone needs to keep you in line. Without Granger here to challenge you intellectually, I have to do something."

"Fuck you," Draco muttered.

Blaise' smile widened before he blew him a kiss. "Later, darling."

Draco made a rude hand gesture.

"And don't worry," Blaise added, "when we duel later, I'll only kick your arse a little bit."

Draco snorted. "You wish."

But as he watched Blaise walk away, he knew that his friend was right. It might seem like nothing, but right now it was something, and the more they learned, it would only benefit them in the future. Whatever that future turned out to be.

It wasn't time for them to go back yet, but when it was, they would be ready. No matter how long it took.

~ ASC

When the final Quidditch match of the season finally arrived, Harry was ready for it. It was the first Quidditch final that Gryffindor wasn't playing Slytherin and the whole school was very invested in the outcome. Harry was used to the dirty tactics, the underlying snark and sass from the Slytherins, the tacky tricks, but with Ravenclaw, it was a completely different atmosphere. Each team had their own trash talk, but overall, there was excitement in the air. Everyone was looking forward to the final match the same way that they would an old fashioned scrimmage.

It really changed things.

At the same time, it also made Harry worry. He made his team work harder, increasing the runs and the drills. He went over the strengths and weaknesses of every player on the Ravenclaw team, determined to be on the top. It was going to be a tough match and he knew that they had the team to do it, but it wasn't a guaranteed win either.

The morning before the match, Harry had his team running drills, broomsticks across the backs of their shoulders as they ran up and down the stairs. It was on the fifth lap when Ginny grabbed Harry's hand. He understood the look and he sighed before he called for his team to stop. He ordered them to rest and get some lunch before the match that afternoon.

"Good job, Captain."

Harry snuck a glance at her as she pulled her hair tie out and let her hair tumble down her back. "You think I'm overworking them?"

"I think that we're as ready as we're going to be. The last thing you want is a tired team before the match even begins."

Harry knew that she was right about that, but he couldn't help but think a little extra practice would be good for them as well. "Watch for Goldstein, he feints to the right sometimes and throws underhanded."

"I know, Harry," Ginny said.

"And don't forget to keep your eye on Chambers," Harry warned. "He has a nasty habit of sneaking up on the left of whoever has the Quaffle."

"And Corner is good at overhead scoring," Ginny continued. "I know, Harry."

Harry frowned. "I just want us to be ready. Page is a great Keeper, but he does hover near the right hoop instead of staying in the middle. Corner may be an arse, but he is a decent Quidditch player and we really need to mmm —"

Ginny's lips crushed against his, cutting him off mid sentence. Her arms linked around his neck and he sat on the bench in the stands; he wasn't protesting as she straddled him, deepening the kiss. Soft lips danced along his, tongue slipping into his mouth as her breasts pushed against him. His hands sat on her arse as her long hair cascaded in the wind, whipping around the two of them while they kissed.

Her fingers played with the hair at the nape of his neck, sliding up the back of his head just the way he liked it and he moaned against her lips. Her mouth left his, trailing hot kisses down his throat, a hand slipping under his shirt to tease his abs.

"Ginny…"

"Mmm," she said against his neck. "We're going to kick Ravenclaw's arse today."

His smile was slow as he cupped her chin in his hands, kissing her once more. "Yeah, we are."

"And, after we win," Ginny continued, her lips dancing along his ear. "I'm going to make sure I thank my captain properly for leading us to victory."

"Oh?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes," Ginny said, her hands sliding up his ribs underneath his shirt. "We'll sneak off from our victory party up to the tower room and I will let my mouth do all sorts of naughty things to you, Captain Potter."

Harry's face flushed. "I rather like the sound of that."

"I figured you would," she said, kissing the pulse in his neck. "Now, let's go get some lunch and talk game strategy."

Harry grabbed her hand when she stood. "One condition." At her look, his smile was slow. "If I catch the Snitch today when we're more than a hundred points ahead, I get to use my Seeking skills on you." He tugged her back into his lap, his hand slipping over her thigh. "You see, finding your Snitch is even more fun than finding the golden one."

Her cheeks flushed. "See? With a bet like that, we can't lose."

Harry let her lead him away from the stands, his eyes on the sway of her hips. Yeah, winning this game today was definitely going to be incredibly worth it.

~ ASC ~

Neville couldn't stop the smile from spreading across his face as he watched his girlfriend expertly levitate trays of fairy cakes, biscuits, and tarts to the island in the kitchen. The large assortment looked like it could feed an army, not to mention smelt absolutely heavenly.

"What's all this?" he asked, startling her so that she dropped the spoon in her hand.

"Oh, Neville! You scared me."

"Sorry," he said, leaning in to kiss her cheek. "Do you need help?"

Hannah smiled. "No, thank you, I'm just about done. I've made a concoction of sweets for the victory party later."

"Picking sides are we?" Neville asked he picked up a Ravenclaw themed fairy cake.

"No," Hannah said, taking the cake from him and placing it back on the tray. "I have both Gryffindor and Ravenclaw decorated sweets. Either way, we're having a joint party, aren't we?"

"I did hear that," Neville admitted. "Page and Chambers are organizing it with the professors. Two houses that get along well enough to celebrate each other's victory. Definitely a strange Quidditch Cup."

Hannah chuckled. "Well, I for one, am looking forward to a good game."

"And who will you be cheering for?"

Hannah bit her lip. "You mean will I cheer for my boyfriend's house team or that of my best friend?"

"Exactly," he said, kissing her cheek again before he wrapped his arms around her waist from behind.

"Guess you'll have to wait to find out," she teased, leaning back against him.

Neville looked around at the assortment of sweets. "I suppose that's fair. Where are you going to put them all?"

"The house elves have been kind enough to send them once the game is over. Has it started yet? Are we late?" she asked, moving out of his arms and tugging her apron off, revealing she was wearing dark grey slacks with a turquoise button down sleeveless blouse.

"Does it matter?" Neville asked. "To be honest, as much as I want to support my friends, I could give two shits about Quidditch."

"Neville!" Hannah exclaimed when his arms came around her again.

Neville bent his head to nuzzle her neck. "Do you care about Quidditch?"

"No," she admitted as his lips trailed kisses down her neck. "I—I just... we have to go for our friends."

His lips sucked on the pulse in her neck and she trembled in his arms. "I'd rather snog you."

Hannah's mouth met his for a rather passionate kiss that took her breath away. "Neville, we have to go..."

He nipped at her mouth once more before he reluctantly moved away. "All right. Let's go cheer for our respective houses."

Hannah took his hand in hers. "Neville?" At his look, she moved back into his arms. "Take me somewhere and kiss me instead."

Neville's lips curved before he took her hand and led her out of the kitchens up to Gryffindor tower. Hannah's eyes widened in surprise when he let her into the deserted common room.

"In here?"

"No," Neville said. "Up here."

She didn't say anything as he led her up the stairs to the sixth year boys dormitory. She hesitated in the doorway and he smiled warmly at her.

"Everyone is at the match. We have the place to ourselves."

"In your... bed?" she whispered.

Neville squeezed her hand. "I just want to kiss you, Hannah. I would never do anything you're not ready for. You know that, right?"

She nodded and stepped into the dorm, her eyes moving around the room. "I expected it to be messier."

He shrugged. "Ron's a complete slob, but Seamus is surprisingly strict about order. He gets all up in our faces if we leave clothes on the floor too long."

Her eyes moved to the giant penis vase with the broomstick sticking out of it and her eyes widened. "Is that...?"

Neville nodded. "Yup. I told you it's pretty ridiculous."

Hannah moved across the room to examine it, her cheeks flushing. "Is this...?"

"Is what?" Neville asked, moving over to stand next to her.

"Is this really what a penis looks like?"

Neville's eyes widened before his own cheeks flushed. "Er well, the concept is, um..."

Hannah's blue eyes met his, her cheeks a bright pink. "I just mean, the shape and the… never mind."

Neville bit his bottom lip. "Er, well it is, um… maybe a bit less... symmetrical?"

Hannah nodded, intentionally not meeting his eyes.

Neville took a step closer to her. "Do you um... want to see where my room is?"

She nodded and followed him to his little area of the dormitory.

"My desk is there," he said. "That's my research area and my Mimbulus Mimbletonia that my uncle Algie gave me this summer. It's an incredible plant. It has it's own defence mechanism that squirts this pus from the boils called Stinksap. It's non-poisonous, but it smells like rancid manure and er, sorry."

Hannah smiled. "You're adorable when you get excited talking about plants, even about ones that apparently emit smelly pus."

Neville grinned sheepishly. "Still, you don't need for me to ramble on about that."

Hannah took a seat on his bed, her hand gently smoothing out the red velvet comforter. "You can ramble on about whatever you'd like. I like listening to you talk about plants"

Neville sat next to her, his eyes on hers. "I'd rather kiss you."

Hannah's blue eyes met his as he leaned in, cupping her face with his palm and pressing his lips to hers. Her hands slid up his back, sighing when he pressed her back against the pillows, laying his body over hers. They kissed slowly and softly, basking in each other and neither of them making a move to do anything more.

It was almost five full minutes of snogging before Hannah's tongue found his and he moaned at the contact, his hand moving from her hip to cup a breast. Hannah's hands moved under his shirt, moving over his naked back and her touch sent shivers down his spine.

Neville turned his lips into her neck, soft kisses down her throat as she arched her head back and when he sucked gently on the skin, she whimpered. He lifted his head to meet her eyes before he let his fingers slowly unbutton her blouse. Hannah's blue eyes twinkled up at him in desire as he opened her shirt, revealing her pretty white bra before he bent his head to kiss her stomach.

Hannah sighed, her fingers threading through his light brown hair. "Neville?"

Neville kissed her belly button before he raised his eyes to hers. "Yes?"

Hannah's cheeks flushed red as she bit her bottom lip. "Can you… can you make me feel like a melted marshmallow again?"

His lips curved and his own erection strained against his jeans. He had been dreaming about touching her like that again every day since he had done it last. He slowly unbuttoned her trousers, sliding the zipper down and then he let his hand slip under the material, teasing her through her cotton knickers. He kept his eyes on hers, watching the way the desire flickered through her gaze and when his hand slipped under the cotton, a sigh escaped her lips. When his fingers began to tease her, she began to whimper.

Neville moved his fingers up, using his thumb to circle her clit, applying more pressure as she gasped and writhed beneath him.

"Neville… Merciful Helga, I can't… mmm," she cried out, her hands clutching the velvet spread beneath her.

"You can," Neville murmured, bending his head to kiss her. "You will. Come for me, Hannah."

His thumb shifted and rubbed and Hannah felt herself lose all sense of control. She cried out his name amongst incoherent pants, hips arching into his hand desperately and when she finally finished, her body collapsed limply against the spread.

Neville kissed her. "You're the most beautiful sight I've ever seen."

Hannah's breath was ragged as she cupped his cheek. "You're so good to me. No one's ever been so good to me before."

Neville brushed his lips over hers. "That's because they were fools. I used to be shy around you, too afraid to talk to you, and now, I've made you cry out my name. Trust me, Hannah, nothing is more incredible than that."

Hannah tugged his face down to hers for a long kiss. Her forehead resting against his when she finally broke away. "You make me feel beautiful."

Neville's eyes stayed on hers only a moment before he deliberately let his gaze wander down her body to her unbuttoned shirt, over her simple white bra to her unzipped trousers. "Trust me, you're the most beautiful woman, better than I could ever hope to imagine."

She blushed, eyes widening when she felt the hardness of him brush her thigh.

Neville bit his bottom lip. "Sorry."

Hannah looked down at the bulge in his jeans and her cheeks flushed. "You're… did touching me make you feel like that?"

"Hannah, looking at you makes me feel that," Neville admitted.

Neville leaned down to kiss her again, losing himself in her lips and sighing as he nestled himself between her thighs as they kissed. Her hips moved up automatically and he hissed as pleasure shot through him. The last thing he wanted to do was embarrass himself by making a mess in his jeans, but Merlin, touching Hannah had made it nearly impossible for him to move. He was so hard he thought he might self combust.

Hannah bit her bottom lip, her eyes staring between his legs again. "C-c-can I see it?"

Neville's cheeks flushed red. "W-w-what?"

"C-can I see it? Your… penis."

Neville stared at her, unsure if she was serious or not. There was nothing he wanted more than for her hands to touch him, or better, that sweet mouth, but the last thing he wanted was to push her either. Kevin had done enough of that. He kept his eyes on hers as he carefully undid his jeans and pushed them down and then his boxers down to his knees as he knelt on the bed over her.

Hannah's eyes widened when his erection sprung free, blue eyes roaming over his shaft and bollocks, her tongue sneaking out between her lips. She reached a hand out before she stopped herself.

"May I?"

Neville only nodded, swallowing carefully as he willed himself not to come. He was already so hard and leaking, he was worried she'd touch him and he'd merely go off like a rocket, embarrassing both of them. But since the friends with benefits thing had ended with Luna before Christmas, his hand had been reaping the benefits and he wasn't ashamed to admit that every one of his fantasies had involved Hannah.

Her hand reached out slowly, fingers brushing the length of him, curiously. Her eyes stayed on him as she lifted and shifted him, making his balls rise with his shaft and he let out a slow gasp.

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "Did I hurt you?"

Neville shook his head. "No, no, it feels good."

Hannah's fingers continued to dance along him, shifting lower to drift across his sack and he swallowed. "Like this?"

Neville bit his bottom lip. "More like… you grip it?"

At her confused look, he carefully wrapped his hand around hers, showing her how he wanted it, moving her hand slowly up and down.

Hannah's eyes widened. "Oh!"

Neville made a small gasp as her hand moved a little faster. "Yes…"

He made a small grunt as her thumb brushed the head of him, smearing the wet across his shaft. "Mmm, Hannah…"

She pumped him five more times and he felt himself tighten. He tried to give her a warning, but it happened too quickly as he lost it, making a mess all over her hand and her stomach.

Hannah stared at him in wonder, her eyes wide.

Neville grinned and used his wand to clean them both up before he kissed her quickly. "That was brilliant."

Hannah's eyes were mischievous as she spoke. "Did I make you feel like a melted marshmallow?"

"Completely melted," he replied, making her grin. He kissed her again, long and slow, watching her eyes flutter open when he moved away. "Hannah, you're so lovely. I care about you so much."

Hannah linked her arms around his neck. "I care about you, too. You're so wonderful and sweet and lovely…"

Neville's cheeks flushed. "I didn't mean to rush you into doing things, if you didn't… I mean…"

Hannah kissed him. "You didn't. I wanted to see you." She kissed him again. "And Neville?"

"Yeah?" he asked.

Her eyes twinkled at him a moment before she spoke. "I think I rather like the less symmetrical version better."

Neville's cheeks flamed even hotter as he bent his head to kiss her. They kissed slowly, soft touches as their lips met before Hannah gently pushed him away.

"As much I want to stay up here with you, perhaps we should get outside to see some of the match as well, yeah?"

Neville grinned. She had a point. He would never hear the end of it if Harry found out he had skipped Gryffindor winning the Quidditch Cup. "That sounds like a plan. And then later, once everyone has gorged themselves on your delicious baked goods, I'm going to snog you senseless again."

The smile on her face was enough to tell Neville that things were good. He couldn't believe this beautiful girl was with him and he wasn't going to question it anymore. It had been him who made her come, him who caused those sounds to come from her, and it was him who was going to do everything he could to make sure she knew just how special she was.

But first, they had a Quidditch match to watch and friends to support. He planned on keeping her hand in his as long as she would let him as they cheered on their friends from the stands.

~ ASC ~

Zee sat down next to McGonagall in the stands, a baby basket carrier in each arm. McGonagall immediately took the basket closest to her.

"Hi, Leo!"

Leo's face lit up as he cooed happily and Zee smiled.

"I told them that we were coming to sit with Granny while we watched Harry's Quidditch game. I think they're excited."

"They did rather like the last match," McGonagall said.

Zee laughed. She wasn't sure if that was true, but she hadn't missed a single match since the twins had been born. So far, they'd slept through all of them except for the last game. They had both been wide awake then, their eyes watching the flying brooms in wonder.

She smiled as McGonagall lifted Leo from the basket to hold in her arms and she did the same with Mina. She waved at Remus and Tonks as they came to sit next to them.

"Hi!"

"Hey, Zee," Remus said, kissing her cheek as she sat down. "How are you?"

"Good. Mina and Leo are excited to see Harry play."

"Excited to see him slaughter Ravenclaw and bring Granny that cup!" McGonagall exclaimed. At Remus' look, she shrugged. "Quidditch is a very serious business, Remus."

"Noted," Remus said, sharing an amused glance with Tonks.

Tonks took Mina from Zee, kissing the baby's cheek. "Hi, Mina. Are you excited to see your big brother win the Quidditch Cup?"

Mina gurgled and Tonks grinned.

"She totally knows what I'm talking about," Tonks said.

Remus smiled. "Of course, dear."

Zee sighed, leaning back. She smiled at Tonks, watching her friend coo at her daughter. Sometimes it was nice to sit back and not have the slight weight of a baby in her arms. She was so excited to see her eldest son win the Quidditch Cup while her makeshift, lovely family fawned over the twins. She hid her smile as Tonks stuck her tongue at her husband before she passed Mina off to McGonagall. Granny wanted to hold both of them, one on each knee. Dumbledore sat on McGonagall's other side and winced when Mina immediately grabbed a handful of his long beard and yanked.

Dumbledore carefully wrapped his fingers around the baby's hand. "Now, now, dear, beards are not for yanking."

Zee's lips curved. "She likes to grab this one curl at the nape of my neck. She has a strong grip on her."

"She's beautiful, Zahira," Dumbledore said. "Both of them are. You make a beautiful mum and Sirius would be proud."

Zee's heart clenched at his words, but she smiled, letting Leo fiddle with the cathedral star engagement ring on her hand as he sat in contentment on his grandmother.

By the time the match started, the twins eyes were on the blurs of flying brooms, eyes wide. She couldn't help but smile when she snuck a look at them, content in their staring. She turned her attention to the game and cheered Harry on.

She hoped that he won the match, not only for himself and his team, but just to see McGonagall's happiness when she was presented the cup.

~ ASC ~

Harry was doing his best to win the bet, but Ravenclaw was playing well. Too well. Every time Gryffindor managed to pull ahead, the Ravenclaw Chasers seemed to come out of nowhere and even the score. Katie stole the Quaffle from Corner and brought Gryffindor back into the lead, 230 to 220, but Harry had to admit, it was a damn close game.

He kept his eyes peeled for the Snitch, looking for any sign of the small golden ball, but it was nowhere to be found. Cho was circling the pitch, her own eyes looking for it without any luck either. Ginny flew under him, Quaffle under her arm and he couldn't help but admire the way she did a loop de loop right under Corner's broom, tossing the Quaffle over Chambers' head to Demelza and having Demelza pass it back to her just in time to score. Cho flew past him, her eyes on him and he rose up, shooting past her and then feinting.

Cho pulled away when she realized that he was faking it and glowered at him, but Harry figured that was on her. A real Seeker didn't follow the opposition around. He kept his eyes on the sky as he heard Luna announce that Katie had scored again. The score had reached 280 to 240 when he saw the Snitch.

Cho was still circling him so he dove down, waited for her to follow him and then yanked his broom upwards. Cho realized too late and by the time she turned her broom around, Harrys's fingers were wrapping around the tiny golden ball. He whipped around his team, the Snitch in his hand and everyone began to cheer.

When Madam Hooch presented them with the Quidditch Cup, Harry couldn't stop grinning. McGonagall congratulated them, a huge smile on her face as she posed for the team photo with them. The Gryffindors shook hands with the Ravenclaws, congratulating them on their win and McGonagall told them that they could all join the victory party that would be open to all in the Great Hall.

Harry had to admit, it was definitely different. Not only did Ravenclaw come to join them in their victory, but so did most of Hufflepuff and to his surprise, a few Slytherins. Theo was obviously there with Ciara and her little group of friends, but Harry was surprised to see Daphne and Tracy there as well.

It was a Quidditch victory unlike any other.

After saying hello to Zee, Remus, Tonks, Mina, and Leo, Harry said bye to them and headed to the showers for a quick wash. When he arrived in the Great Hall, he had to admit, it looked pretty fantastic.

The house elves supplied a buffet style feast of sandwiches, salads, crisps, veggies, fruits, and assorted meats and cheeses. There were fizzy drinks, pumpkin juice, and tea. But the baked goods table full of gorgeous desserts in both Ravenclaw and Gryffindor designs were the biggest hit. Harry couldn't help but smile as he heard Neville proudly telling people that Hannah had made them and it wasn't long at all before the desserts table was empty.

Flitwick provided music from the WWN and soon people were dancing, sitting and chatting around the tables, laughing and generally having a good time. Harry found Ginny dancing with Theo who was twirling her around and around, making her laugh.

Harry caught her around the waist as she turned. "When are you going to dance with your boyfriend?"

Ginny's eyes twinkled. "Maybe when he asks me."

Theo's loud laugh made Harry look up at him. "My chick's got you there." He took Ginny's hand. "Dance with me, chick."

Ginny gave Harry a knowing look, before she let Theo sweep her back up into a dance.

"You just lost your girl, mate," Seamus said from behind him as he danced boisterously next to Dean.

"I'll offer you, Seamus," Dean offered. "He's a walking disaster on the dance floor."

"Oi!"

Harry laughed. "Thanks, but no thanks."

Seamus clapped his hand on Harry's shoulder. "Let's have a drink then!"

Dean rolled his eyes. "There are professors about!"

Seamus shooed him off. "Please! It's basically milk," he added, pulling a flask from the pocket of his robes.

A moment later, Harry had Jameson in his cup as he stood in the corner of the Great Hall, toasting to Gryffindor's victory with Seamus and Dean. Katie Bell and her boyfriend Andrew Graham made their way over to them and Seamus eagerly offered them some of his drink.

"An Irishman always has the good stuff," Andrew said, clapping his glass with Seamus'. "Thanks, mate!"

They drank and Seamus grinned, smacking his lips together.

"Ah, delicious! Now, I'd be offended about the Irish crack, but in me case, it's true. Andrew, did you ever hear the one about the cock test?"

Dean rolled his eyes. "Oh, here we go."

Harry quirked an eyebrow. "The cock test? Please tell me he's talking about birds."

Dean snorted. "You should know better by now, Potter."

Seamus ignored them and lifted his glass. "Ever wonder why the head of a man's cock is larger than the shaft?"

Andrew's lips curved. "I bet you're going to tell me."

"Well, it seems that many people have wondered such a thing and even the American government decided to make a study on it. They did research for over a year and invested thousands only to conclude that it was clearly larger so that the man might have more pleasure during sex. The French, being French, disagreed. They decided to concoct their own test. The French studied the subject intensely for three years and spent millions only to decide that the Americans were most definitely wrong, and the head of a man's cock was larger to give the man's partner more pleasure during sex," Seamus told them, holding his glass out as he spoke. "But the Irish, well, we thought it seemed like such a waste of Knuts and Galleons to bother with such things, but why is the head of a man's cock bigger than the shaft? The Irish decided that they would find out the true answer once for all and spent two weeks and many, many pints of beer before they concluded that the Americans and the French were both most definitely wrong. The head of a man's cock was clearly larger than the shaft to prevent a man's hand from slipping off and smacking himself in the forehead."

"Oh, brother," Dean muttered as Andrew cackled.

"Ha, that's a good one, Finnigan!"

"Boys!" Katie declared before she rolled her eyes and wandered off.

Seamus grinned. "I've got lots of them! Ever hear the one about the Leprechaun, the Veela, and the Giant?"

Dean nudged Harry with his elbow. "Let's leave those two to their stupid jokes and get some food, yeah?"

Harry nodded and followed his friend to the food table to get a sandwich. He saw Luna dancing with Colin before she moved to dance with Ginny, leaving Theo and Colin to dance together. He finished his sandwich before he left Dean chatting to Connor Chambers and made his way back towards his girlfriend.

Harry caught her mid twirl again, tugging her up against him. "Dance with me."

Ginny stood on her toes to kiss him, her tongue sliding over her bottom lip. "You taste like whiskey."

"Seamus has a flask," Harry admitted.

"Uh-huh," Ginny said, her hands sliding down his back to rest on his hips. "And Harry, you still didn't ask."

Harry groaned and rested his forehead against hers. "Will you dance with me, you sassy minx?"

"Yes," she said, her eyes twinkling. "Thanks for asking." At his look, her lips curved. "You know, watching you outfly Cho today was so sexy."

Harry's eyebrow rose. "Yeah?"

"Mmhm," she said, pressing herself against him. "It gave me an odd thrill that I didn't expect."

Harry licked his lips. "I did catch the Snitch, when Gryffindor was up by eighty points."

"You did," Ginny said. "But I think you bet a hundred, Captain."

Harry's eyes met hers. "I did, but we both know that doesn't matter. We both know you want me to catch your Snitch instead."

Ginny's cheeks heated and she nipped at his mouth. "Dance with Luna. A good captain needs to stay with his team for a little while longer."

"But a good Seeker needs to find the Snitch," he said, kissing her ear.

"Absolutely. But sometimes, the Chaser likes to be chased."

Her brown eyes were warm and full of desire as she hurried off to dance with Theo again. Harry couldn't wait to get her alone and get her back for this teasing. He found Luna and asked her to dance in the meantime.

"So kind of you to dance with me, Harry," Luna said. "I can see your mind is very full of Ginny."

He smiled. The one thing he liked most about Luna was that she didn't beat around the bush. "It is, but I always have time for you. Where's Justin?"

"Justin? I ditched him ages ago, he wasn't for me," Luna said. "Didn't you know?"

"No," Harry said, brightening a bit. "I didn't like him."

Luna chuckled. "I know. What do you think of Neville and Hannah?"

Harry looked over to where she was gesturing and saw them dancing slowly in the corner. "They look happy."

"They are," Luna told him. "I think it's a good thing Neville and I had sex. He's much more confident now and look how he makes Hannah smile."

"Er…"

Luna smiled. "Harry, you mustn't be embarrassed. Neville and I had great sex. I never did sleep with Justin of course, he was too boring, and I didn't want to give him false hope. But I might see Dad's intern again this summer."

"Luna, I just want you to find someone worthy of you," Harry said. "You deserve someone amazing, who appreciates you for who you are."

Luna stood on her toes and kissed his cheek. "I'll meet him one day, Harry. I'm sure of it. But until then, can you stop scaring away any of the blokes I do like?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Ginny told me that you would say that and I love you for it," Luna said. "But please stop the pixies from attacking your brain, I can take care of myself."

She kissed his cheek again and then swayed away, as if the music was sweeping her across the dance floor. He found Seamus in the same corner as last time, now telling more rowdy jokes with Ron, Dean, Andrew, Anthony Goldstein, and Cormac McLaggen. He tried not to roll his eyes as he heard Seamus ask them if they heard the joke about the new statue of the naked wizard. It was erect, he told them.

It was nice to know some things never changed.

He found Ginny by the food table and nipped at her ear. "You're a tease tonight."

She smiled. "Only a little."

Harry wrapped his arms around her from behind. "You didn't tell me that Luna and Justin broke up?"

"Oh, that was ages ago," she admitted. "Bloke was scared of you and Luna said he was a lovely snogger, but always worried he was doing something with Luna that would personally offend you. You made an impression on him and it rather made Luna not amenable to do more than snog him. She's hoping to date her dad's intern again this summer."

"Why do you tell me these things?" Harry whined in her ear

Ginny's lips curved as she turned her head to look back at him. "Because I love to watch you squirm."

Harry nipped at her ear. "Sneak away with me."

"I did promise naughty things, didn't I?" she whispered, turning in his arms.

Harry hardened at the thought. He hadn't meant to hold her to them, but Merlin, it had been on his mind. "You did and you've been teasing me mercilessly about them all evening."

Ginny pressed herself against him making his breath hitch before she covered her mouth with his for a long kiss full of promise. "In that case, let's dance more first."

As Harry watched the sway of her hips, he couldn't even be annoyed. Any moment with her was well worth it.

~ ASC ~

Ron was re-telling one of his saves for the fourth time when he caught sight of Hermione sitting at one of the tables in the Great Hall, books opened around her as she attempted to do her homework. He excused himself from the group and hovered over her.

"Studying at a Quidditch celebration? Should I be surprised?"

Hermione made to protest, but he captured her lips for a long kiss that left her breathless.

"Come celebrate with me," he murmured against her lips, his hand reaching for hers.

"I just want to finish this chapter on runic mmph —"

Ron took his time kissing her and when his eyes met hers, they were happily glazed over just the way he liked her. "Chapter on what now?"

Her eyes sharpened. "I only have three pages left."

"Which you can finish tomorrow," Ron said, marking her place and closing the book.

"But it's only three pages."

"And then one more chapter," he teased, nipping at her ear. "Come with me."

Hermione sighed as he dragged her to her feet. When he led her out of the Great Hall, she was surprised. "I thought that you wanted to celebrate? Where are we going?"

Ron ignored her, holding her hand tightly in his as he led her through the entrance hall and around the back of the staircase and down the passageway towards the staff room. She was going to say something else, but then Ron's mouth covered hers again as he pressed her up against the stone across from the staff room.

"Ron," she whispered. "The staff room is right there."

He nodded and then he merely pushed on the three triangles at the top of the stone and it slid open. The heat hit her quickly and when her eyes adjusted to the influx of it, she realized that they were in the Roman bath. Ron took her hand again and led her over to where the large circular room outlined in Roman columns surrounded the spring that rose up from the stone. Floating candles illuminated the entire bath in candlelight. The room smelt of lavender and cedar and the steam made her pause.

Ron cupped her face in his hands to kiss her. "I've wanted to take you back here since the moment I first kissed you in this room."

Hermione's face flushed. "We can't… the professors know about it."

"We don't know that," he whispered. "And, it doesn't matter. I have it on good authority that the place is ours for the night."

Her brown eyes met his. "What do you mean for the night? What authority?"

Ron's eyes twinkled. "Trust me, this place is protected."

"Ron…"

But he was moving out of her arms, tugging his shirt over his head and dropping it on the stone. "Reckon we should try it out?"

The familiar words made arousal shoot through her. He slid his jeans down, kicking off his shoes and socks.

"It's not like we haven't done this before."

"Ron…"

Then she lost all train of thought when he put his thumbs in his boxers and pushed them down his hips. His semi hard cock sprung free, bouncing as he stepped out of them and with one look at her, he turned and stepped into the water.

"Definitely as good as I remember," he said.

Hermione's mouth had gone dry. Try as she may, she was pretty sure that she had forgotten how to breathe. Merlin, he was so beautiful. He was so tall and pale, broad shouldered and lean. She loved the sparkle of golden red that seemed to cover him, the hundreds of freckles, the broad arms, the abs from Quidditch… she was sometimes alarmed at how often she found herself ogling him.

Ron's blue eyes looked up at her. "Going to make me swim alone?"

Hermione hesitated only a moment before she stepped out of her shoes and socks. She pulled her shirt over her head and then slowly stepped out of her trousers. Ron's eyes didn't falter as he looked over her blue cotton knickers and matching bra.

"You wore blue last time."

"What?"

Ron's lips curved. "Last time we were here. Your knickers… they were blue."

Hermione's cheeks heated. "You remember that?"

"I had my hands on that lovely arse, Hermione, trust me, I remember. Get in here."

She dipped her toes in the water, the heavenly feel on her feet made her sigh. She sometimes forgot how much tension she let take over when it came to homework and exams. Ron swam closer, his hands sliding up her legs.

"Come here."

Hermione kept her eyes on him as she reached behind her and unhooked her bra, her breasts bouncing free as she tossed the garment aside. Then she put her thumbs at her hips and slowly slid the blue cotton down. Ron swallowed, his eyes taking in the vision before him.

Merlin, Hermione was so beautiful. Her skin was smooth and soft, warm ivory he'd call it or buttered cream. Her bushy brown curls seemed to be protesting in the steam, getting bushier around her head, but he found it endearing. And Godric, those breasts with their sweet dark pink nipples made his mouth water.

She walked slowly into the water, her brown eyes on his, sighing at the warmth as she stepped off the last step into the pool. Ron's hands sat on her hips and then his mouth was on hers. Hermione sighed into him, basking in his kiss. She let her hands roam up the lean muscles of his naked back, sighing as he pressed himself against her in the warm water.

Hermione thought that she'd be used to it now. She thought that after months of kissing him, of touching him, the raw arousal he managed to make her feel would dissipate. She thought that it would get easier, but in fact, it only got harder. She wanted him more than she wanted to take her next breath.

Ron nipped at her chin, his lips trailing down her neck. "Did you watch the game or were you reading?"

"I watched you," she whispered. "I definitely watched you."

"Did you find the game exciting?" he asked, his lips near her ear now.

"I didn't watch the game," Hermione said, her own lips on his shoulder. "I only watched you."

If Ron hadn't already been hard, he was sure that would have pushed him over the edge. He loved the idea of her watching him and him only. It did things to his ego that he didn't know he needed. His cock pressed against her stomach as her lips trailed over his shoulders, her fingernails tickling his back.

"You're so beautiful," he told her, tucking her bushy hair behind her ear.

Her lips curved. "You make me feel beautiful."

Ron's hands slid up to cup her breasts, molding them in his large hands. "Last time we were in here, I didn't get to touch these."

Hermione's head fell back as his thumbs circled her nipples. "I have a confession."

Ron's mouth grazed her nipple above the water. "What's that?"

Hermione's dark eyes met his. "That day… after you kissed me… the way these big hands held onto my bum, the way they teased under my knickers…"

Ron's blue eyes were full of desire. "Oh, trust me, I remember…"

She kept her gaze on his. "I showered to get the smell of the chamber off of me and I…"

"And you what?" Ron breathed, his thumb circling her nipple again.

Hermione bit her bottom lip. "I thought about your hands and… I touched myself."

Ron's eyes darkened. "Did you now?"

She nodded. "I… I used the shower head and it… it was an accident. It just sort of sprayed in the right… it was my first orgasm."

Ron's smile widened. "To thoughts of my hands?"

"And your chest," she admitted, sliding her hands over the broad shoulders and down through the red and gold hair peppered there. "And your mouth."

"But you still thought it was a fluke that we kissed?"

Those big hands continued to tease her breasts, her nipples were hard and taut now, teased by the cool air as he deliberately kept them above the water with his hands.

"I… I was afraid to admit that you could want me like that."

Ron's mouth met hers again, his tongue stroking hers until she whimpered. "For a brilliant witch, you're sometimes rather thick."

Hermione's dark eyes met his as her hand slid down and around from his back to grip his length in her hand. "So are you. I like how… thick you are."

Ron's gasped as she stroked him in the water. Then he crushed his mouth to hers again, his thumbs still stroking her nipples. When his mouth finally left hers and wrapped around her breast, Hermione's hands roamed up his back, relishing in the lean muscles she felt. She kissed his shoulders, admiring the brown freckles that scattered almost every inch of him. He suckled her breast and her head fell back in pleasure.

Gods, he was good with that mouth. She'd been imaging him using it on her ever since he had that day in the library. Just remembering how his tongue had stroked her right there where anyone could have walked in… arousal soared through her and she clamped her thighs together.

Ron's mouth found hers again and they kissed passionately, enjoying every taste and touch, until finally Hermione sucked his bottom lip and framed his face in her hands.

"We'll boil if we stay in here much longer."

Ron could feel the heat flushing his skin so he nodded. To her surprise, he wrapped her legs around his waist and kissed her again as he walked up the stairs of the bath with her in his arms. The hot air was still cool against their skin and she shivered. Ron's hands slid down her back, cupping her arse, squeezing, and she smiled against his lips.

Then he was lowering her down onto a soft blanket. She looked up at him in wonder as the floating candles from the bath illuminated the room in firelight. She took in the navy blanket and velvet pillows that were there. She hadn't noticed them when they came into the bath. She was going to ask him where they had come from, but his mouth was on hers again, making her lose her mind in his kisses.

Then that beautiful wide mouth was kissing her breasts, her stomach, her belly button, and when his lips brushed the dark triangle of hair, she arched back.

"Ron…"

His tongue found her and she cried out. It felt even more incredible this time then the last. Now she knew what he was capable of. His tongue worked its way around her clit, stroking and licking, teasing and whispering. Hermione's hands gripped that thick red hair tightly, holding him in place as he pleasured her.

The feel of her fingers in his hair made him smile. She was holding him steady as if worried he would stop. He had no intention of stopping. His tongue only worked faster, stroking the way she liked and when she cried out and fell apart, he moaned against her.

Ron kissed his way up her body, soft open mouthed kisses on her shoulders. "I love that sound."

"What sound?" she asked, still a bit breathless.

"The sound you make when I touch you," he said before he kissed her again.

His hardness was brushing her thigh as his lips met hers over and over and Hermione moved her lips over his throat.

"Did you plan this?"

"Plan what?" Ron asked, reluctantly rolling onto his side to look at her.

"This," Hermione said. "The blanket, the atmosphere, the ambiance…"

His blue eyes sparkled. "Absolutely. Ever since I learned how much I like having you on my tongue I've been wanting a moment to do that again."

Hermione reached her hand out to stroke his shoulder. "And that's all you hoped for…"

Ron's eyes darkened. "Mione… I love you. Only a fool wouldn't wish for more. But did I bring you down here with this blanket set out, thinking to seduce you? No."

Hermione's fingers trailed over his chest, a finger curling around a red and gold curl. She leaned in, lips brushing against his and it was only a moment later before that lean body was pressed over her. His long arms wrapped around her, big hands stroking her breasts as his mouth met hers over and over and over again. His hard cock pressed against her thigh and Hermione shifted. The movement allowed for him to be pressed right against her centre.

Ron's eyes widened as he looked into her eyes. "Mione…?"

Hermione let her hands slide up his back. "Please, I want you. I'm ready."

Ron swallowed before he lifted himself up a bit, positioning himself over her. Her bushy curls were in complete disarray all over the pillow. Her cheeks were flushed from the heat of the room as much as the orgasm.

"I… I need my wand," he muttered, looking around hopelessly.

Hermione shook her head. "I'm on the potion. I'm ready, Ron."

Ron stared at her, taking her in, those golden brown determined eyes. Sometimes the beauty that was Hermione Granger still amazed him and with one final thought about how lucky he was, he slowly pushed into her.

She bit her bottom lip, wincing, and he froze.

Those small hands gripped his wrists, squeezing as she let out a slow breath and then nodded. He pushed in a bit more and she winced again.

"I'm sorry," he whispered.

She shook her head. "No, I just… don't stop."

Ron hesitated only a moment before he pushed himself in fully, sheathing himself in the wet heat and she gasped. He stayed frozen above her, too afraid to move, too afraid he was hurting her. Damn it! Bill and Charlie had both told him that it hurt girls the first time, but this… there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

"Hermione…"

Hermione slid her hands up his arms and over his shoulders. "Go on then."

He began to move, keeping his eyes on hers. He was slow with his movements, as much in fear of hurting her as he was of going off in two seconds. But Merlin knew he was dangerously close as it was. He pulled all the way out, slipping out too far, and he hastily tried to get back into position before he slid himself back in. He did that a third time, this time without the struggle, and she cried out, her nails scraping his back.

"Ahh," he groaned. "Ah, fuck! It feels so bloody good. You feel so bloody good… fuck, I'm going to come! I can't… fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"

Hermione cupped his cheek. "Don't swear."

He let out a partial laugh, partial groan as he lost it. His hips moved against her faster and faster as his orgasm tore through him. When he finally emptied himself into her, his face was pressed into her breasts as he tried to catch his breath.

"Wow."

Hermione's fingers gently stroked his hair. "Agreed."

Ron lifted his head to kiss her. "You okay? I didn't… hurt you too badly?"

Hermione smiled. "No. It only hurt for a moment and then… it was lovely. You're lovely."

Ron's ears burned. "I'm sorry it was… you didn't finish."

"I did before," she told him. "And maybe the next time I will."

His smile was slow. "Next time, eh?"

Hermione's lips met his. "Yes, the next time."

"I might need a few minutes or so," he said, his lips pressing against her neck.

Hermione's mouth brushed his shoulder. "I didn't mean right this second."

He grinned. "I did."

His lips moved over her neck and jaw, kissing her breasts, stroking her nipples and it wasn't long at all before her arousal returned. His fingers slipped into her, working her into a frenzy and by the time he slid into her again, she was ready for him. It still hurt a bit, but this time the pain was overpowered by the goodness of him. Holy gods did it feel incredible to have that hard velvety length filling her, moving inside of her. Then his thumb pressed over her clit, his eyes twinkling as he moved and when she came, it startled her.

It seemed too big, too explosive. It was more than she had bargained for. The feel of it tearing through her, the way she contracted against his cock was more than she could bear.

Hermione's teeth bit his shoulder as she cried out and when Ron picked up speed a moment later, she could only hold on.

"Fuck!" she screamed, her head falling back as her hips arched up to meet him. Her cries echoed off the tile of the room. "Oh, fucking… yes! Yes, Ron! Oh, yes… fucking yes! Yes! Yes! Fuck, yes!"

Ron's hips moved faster, pounding into her. "Don't swear," he teased.

And when he came apart a second time, collapsing on top of her, she thought maybe swearing wasn't so bad.

Sometimes.

~ ASC ~

The party was still underway, but it was after ten by the time Harry managed to drag Ginny away. They had planned to go to the tower room, but Harry decided on impulse that it was too far and he pulled her into Remus' suite.

"Harry!" she hissed when he pressed her against the closed door. "What if Remus comes back to the castle?"

"He won't," Harry assured her. "First, it's a Saturday night and second, Tonks is off for the weekend. He'll be spending it with her. And third… the tower is too bloody far away."

Ginny chuckled as his lips found hers for a long, deep kiss. "Anxious are we?"

Harry only groaned against her throat, his hands slipping under her shirt. "You're a goddess and I adore you. You know what watching you fly does to me. Watching you win… watching you outfly every damn person out there…"

Ginny's lips crushed his, arms encircling his neck. She shimmied up, wrapping her legs around his waist and he only hoisted her in place.

Ginny slid her lips over his neck. "The tower room, Harry."

He groaned, but he reluctantly put her down and took her hand in his as she led him up the stairs. He stopped her on the fourth floor, kissing her so hard against a tapestry that one of the portraits began to fan herself. She kissed him on the fifth floor, her hand cupping him and squeezing just enough to drive him crazy before she led him up to the sixth floor.

On the sixth floor, Harry's hands moved under her shirt, cupping those incredible breasts through her bra and sucking on the pulse in her throat hard enough to leave a mark. His hands slid down to squeeze her arse in her tight jeans, slipping his hands into the back pockets. Ginny did the same, pressing herself against him and he moaned against her mouth.

"Mmm," she murmured. "I can't wait for my mouth to be on you."

Harry hardened even more and he dragged her up the seventh floor at a run. When they finally reached the eighth floor, he pulled her around to the west wing and away from Gryffindor Tower. They stopped in front of the tapestry of elves and Ginny kissed him, her hands cupping his face. He pulled his lips away only long enough to say "patefacio sursum" and the tapestry swung open to let them into the room.

It looked just as inviting as always. A window was open letting in the lovely spring night air into the room. When they entered, candles lit around them. Neither of them noticed as Harry's lips met hers. They collapsed on the long sofa together, hands roaming, lips meeting. Ginny only broke the kiss to let him pull her shirt over her head.

Harry's lips pressed against her shoulders, over her arms and when he pushed her bra strap down, she smiled and placed a hand on his chest.

"I think you're getting ahead of yourself, Captain Potter."

His smile widened when she reached for his belt. "Am I?"

She chuckled as she unzipped him and he helped her push his jeans and boxers down. "Have you been thinking about this all day?"

"No," he said, groaning when her hand wrapped around him. "Only every other minute or so."

Ginny's smile was quick as she teased him, her nails dancing over him just light enough to make him tremble. "I feel wanton admitting how much I like having you in my mouth, Harry."

Harry's green eyes darkened. "Ginny…"

But she was already lowering her head, that pink tongue sliding over him as she held him in her hand and his head fell back in pleasure. Her tongue teased and stroked him, a hand cupping his balls. He let his head fall back against the sofa, eyes on the head of red hair that danced along his thighs as her mouth worked him over.

And then that mouth wrapped around him and he did groan, sighing in pleasure as she sucked on him. He swore that she got better and better every time. He bit his lip as those lips sucked on the end of him, spending time on his tip, teasing his head before she arched her head and he slid down her throat.

The feel of those soft lips at the base of him, her nose pressed into his flesh, was enough to make him tremble. He panted, his hand reaching down to touch her throat and those brown eyes met his. He trailed his finger down the length of her throat, feeling his own length there and it cost him everything he had not to arch his hips forward. Ginny slowly trailed her lips off of him, eyes on Harry the whole time.

She licked her lips before she bent her head and planted soft kisses along his balls. She lifted them, kissing under them, around them, and when her lips pressed against the head of him he shivered.

"Ginny…"

Ginny's tongue trailed over him in long, slow strokes designed to torture him. She nipped at his thighs, teeth scraping the skin there before she turned back to kiss his member. Her hands slid up under his shirt and as her mouth took him in again, he tugged the shirt over his head and tossed it aside.

This time when she sucked him, he knew that he was close.

Ginny did too. She knew Harry's body as well as her own and from the numerous times she'd taken his beautiful cock in her mouth, she knew exactly when he was close. She loved feeling it. She loved feeling the tension there, the build up. Every kiss and lick and suck brought him closer and nothing was sexier than watching Harry lose control.

She was the only one he would ever lose control like this for. She was the only one who knew that when he came, his mouth stayed partially open, one eye closed, and the way his left hand clutched onto anything it could find. She sucked him slowly, savouring it as her tongue teased under the head of him and when he came, she kept her eyes on him, watching him unravel before her.

Ginny held him in her mouth until he was sated and then she let go, kissing her way up his stomach. "Was that satisfactory, Captain Potter?"

"No," he growled, attempting to catch his breath. "Satisfactory is not the word I would use."

Ginny licked her lips only a second before his mouth crushed into hers and then she was under him on the sofa, those hands cupping her breasts through her bra, teasing her. But he made no move to go further, instead he just kept kissing her, basking in her lips until she couldn't breathe.

It could have been minutes, or it could have been hours, Ginny really wasn't sure. But when he finally unhooked her bra and freed her breasts, she was desperate for him to kiss them.

He didn't disappoint her.

That warm mouth moved over her tits, sucking and teasing, nipping and licking. When he undid her jeans, sliding them down her hips and off, she shivered in anticipation.

Harry's mouth kissed under her breasts, planting soft kisses down her stomach. His tongue teased her belly button before those green eyes met hers, full of desire for her.

"Is this satisfactory?"

Ginny's slow smile only made him grin back. "No, definitely not the word I'd use."

He grinned and then his mouth pressed against the cotton of her knickers.

Ginny's head fell back and when he began to kiss and lick her through the cotton, she did her best not to squirm. By the time he tugged them down, she was soaked. He kept his eyes on hers as he spread her legs and slid a finger into her, teasing her. He lowered his gaze to watch his finger move in and out of her as she whimpered.

His finger continued to tease her, sliding up to brush the bottom of her clit before siding back down, intentionally ignoring where she wanted him most. Ginny reached down and tugged his glasses off. He blinked at her as she put them on the top of her head and he licked his bottom lip.

Then he finally lowered his face to her.

The moment that tongue stroked over her, she cried out. If Harry had been thinking about her words all day, she certainly had been thinking about his. He'd called it her Snitch and oh gods, it was. It was, and she wanted his mouth on it. He shifted his tongue, teasing the right side of her clit, and colours blinked before her eyes. The teasing strokes continued as he flattened his tongue for long strokes, quick licks, and then a slow tortuous figure eight that made her head spin.

By the time he pulled her between his lips, she was more than ready. She cried out his name as she came, one hand fisting in his hair, the other holding the arm of the sofa so tightly that she thought her nails might puncture through the material. His name escaped her lips amidst incoherent gasps and sobs as her world shattered.

He nuzzled his face between her breasts as he crawled up onto the sofa with her. She snuggled in his arms, her fingers in his hair.

"I love you."

Harry's lips curved against her breasts. "I love you, too."

And then her eyes were drooping, too comfortable and happy to even think about moving.