I wrote this in about an hour and have not edited it. I imagine this taking place soon after Harry and Ginny reveal to the family that they are dating, and tell the story of how they found each other. There will be other outtakes coming in the future, including the actual reveal to the family.

Harry leaned contentedly against the sofa in the sitting room, his legs splayed out in front of him and a half-full bottle of Ogdens at his hip. It was his regular "drinking at the Burrow" position when the cold forced the family inside and most of the other Weasleys and various wives and girlfriends had taken up their own familiar spots around the room., most already looking rather cozy and flushed with drink.

He poked Ginny in the side. "Where'd you use to sit?"

Ginny leaned back, snuggling herself further against his chest. Her head tilted so that her lips were close to his ear. "What?"

Harry was momentarily distracted by the feel of Ginny's breath on his face. He tightened his legs around hers. "Umm, I wondered where you sat when we'd all drink in the sitting room. Before."

"Before you invited me to use you as a cushion?" Ginny voice was amused. "You mean you don't remember?" She grabbed one of the floating glasses out of the air and took a big swallow before passing the rest back to Harry. "I'm offended."

Harry laughed and took the rest of the shot. "No you're not."

"No I'm not," Ginny agreed. She looked around. "Well, once my dear brothers finally decided I was old enough to drink with them I usually lay on the rug in front of the fire. That way they'd forget I was there and not ask me to summon more bottles from the kitchen."

Harry had vague memories of asking Ginny to do that very thing once or twice. "Sorry about that," he said. He wrapped his arms around her. "I like you better here."

"I like me better here too," agreed Ginny. She wiggled her bum against him and Harry gave an involuntary hiss. "Although the rug is very nice: I charmed it to be especially soft and cushy."

"You'll have to show me later; right now I think Bill is wondering just what you did to make me gasp." He grabbed the bottle next to him. "Which is not something I want to be thinking about right now."

"Oh, Bill knows exactly what I did; he just can't believe that his baby sister is old enough to have sex."

Harry choked on his drink. "You told him?" This struck him as probably a Very. Bad. Thing. Ginny giggled.

"I think it's pretty obvious, Harry. She wiggled her bum again. "How long have you been hard?:

Harry let his head fall onto Ginny's shoulder. "All damn night. As soon as we told your family about us and they didn't try to hex me." He kissed the side of her neck. "I thought your mum was going to cry for a minute though."

Ginny giggled. "Me too; she's very happy." She turned to give him better access to her neck. "They all are - even Bill."

"Don't talk about Bill right now," Harry mumbled. "Wanna snog." He nipped at Ginny neck.

"Keep doing that," said Ginny. She turned sideways in Harry's lap. "I never got to snog in here before."

"Ron 'n Hermione do all the time. And the twins with An . . . Angelina and Katie." The small, still-sober part of Harry's brain knew that all the people he'd just named were in the sitting room with him but the rest of his brain - and all of his body - didn't really care. Usually this was when he'd be getting up to leave, letting the happy couples continue their frolic. "Tonight I get to stay." His lips found Ginny's. "You taste good," he said.

"So do you," she giggled. She leaned in and flicked her tongue against his with a satisfied hum. "Kinda spicy. Better than that Muggle beer."

"For sure," agreed Harry. "That stuff was terrible."

They kissed some more, the sober part of Harry's brain just barely preventing him from slipping his hand inside Ginny's shirt or cupping between her legs. When she got up to use the loo he finished the last two sips in his bottle and carefully floated it over to sit on the mantle next to the others.

"Good job, Harry," someone muttered. The only light in the room now came from the fire. Ginny returned and as Harry watched her walk into the room he thought he'd never seen anything so beautiful.

"You're beautiful," he told her when she lowered herself back into his lap. She was facing him and the pressure was glorious when she wrapped her legs around his waist. Vaguely he thought there was something he should remember but the way Ginny's hair glowed from the dancing flames was more important. He pressed her to him and ran his hands up her back to her bra.

The next time they stopped kissing it was for Harry. "Gotta pee," he said, helping Ginny off his lap and getting clumsily to his feet. "Don't leave. Stay there," he commanded. "I'll be right back." He tripped off to the loo and thought he'd been rather quick about it, and so was surprised to return to the sitting room to find it . . . empty? He swayed in the doorway, peering into the corners by the light of the dying fire but no one was there. He took a step in. "Ginny?"

"I'm down here, Harry."

He smiled widely when he found her. "Time to be in your spot then?" he asked, lowering himself onto the rug. Ginny was stretched out on her side and Harry faced her with a happy groan. "It's so soft." He scooted forward so his erection could press into her belly.

"And cushy. I told you." Ginny grasped Harry's bum. "Let's snog down here now."

Harry thought that was a very good idea. "Where'd everyone go?" He didn't really care about the answer.

"To shag," said Ginny casually. "We can do that later."

"Okay," answered Harry. He rolled onto his back and brought Ginny along with him. "Let's snog like this."

Ginny lowered her head. "I like this; I can feel all of you."

Harry liked it too, and when they started kissing he couldn't help but thrust up against her. "You feel really good."

"You feel really hard." She slipped a hand down between them. "I should do something about that."

Harry was confused. "I thought we were?" He reached up to find Ginny's lips again. She ducked her head to his neck.

"Lie back, Potter," she commanded. She pushed on his chest. "You need a blow job."

"What? I need . . . okay," said Harry agreeably. He let Ginny tug his jumper over his head and then let it fall onto the soft rug. Ginny huffed in satisfaction. "This is going to feel really good," she promised solemnly.

"I know," said Harry happily. He settled himself in.

Ginny kept one hand cupped between his legs while her lips and tongue went to work on Harry's neck and then across his chest. She squeezed him lightly every so often as if to remind him what was coming, and Harry couldn't help but thrust every time. He played idly with her hair but couldn't muster the energy to do anything else besides focus on what Ginny was doing to him - and he knew that's what she wanted.

She was at his waist, and working at his belt when they heard a soft thump from the kitchen. They both froze, and Ginny looked towards the door of the sitting room, half hidden by various pieces of the Weasley's furniture.

"My mum, closing up the kitchen," she whispered. "She won't come in here."

Harry very much wanted to believe her. "Okay." He let his head fall back again.

Ginny opened his trousers and brought him fully out of his pants. She drew a single finger up his length and Harry strained towards her. "Ginny," he gasped. "Please."

She grinned up at him. "I like it when you beg." Her tongue followed the same path. Harry thrust again.

Ginny took him fully into her mouth without warning and Harry had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from crying out. "Yesss," he hissed instead. She played with his sac - gently - as her tongue worked up and down his length, until Harry nearly forgot his own name. When she got onto her knees above him Harry opened his eyes to watch as she dipped her head, pressing pursed lips against his tip, refusing to let him in until he thought he would explode, and then taking him so deeply he couldn't breathe from the intensity of it all. He wanted to come - he needed to come - but still he held on, trying to focus on anything besides the pressure building everywhere.

Ginny's hair tickled across his thighs and when she started moving her mouth up and down, faster and faster, Harry knew he couldn't last much longer.

"Oh Merlin, Ginny. I'm close," he gasped in warning. Her hand squeezed his thigh in brief reassurance and Harry gave one final shudder and let go.

Ginny kept her mouth around him, sucking and swallowing with methodical ease until Harry was absolutely spent. Ginny collapsed on top of him in a move reminiscent of himself every time he was on top to finish inside of her and he wrapped his arms around her possessively.

"Thank you," he said fervently.

Ginny kissed his chest. "I hope you remember this every time you're in the sitting room from now on," she said. "Christmas morning, for example."

Harry chuckled. "And you too. Listening to Celestina Warbeck." There was another thump. "Are you sure your mum won't come in here?"

"Oh, she probably will, to see if we all left it a mess." Ginny sat up and nonchalantly straightened her shirt. "You may want to do up your trousers."

Harry squeaked and sat up, trying to find his pants in the dim light until Ginny stopped him with a giggle. "I'm teasing. She'll make us clean it in the morning." She gave Harry his pants and trousers. "But put these on to go upstairs; you can take them off again in my room.

Despite having just had a fantastic orgasm, Harry felt a renewed stirring in interest. "It's my turn to go down on you, okay?"

Ginny leaned over and gave him a slow kiss. "Okay."