Prompt: "You really don't want to open that door." (G 51)

This drabble is another A/U sixth year where Harry and Ginny dated earlier than they did in canon. It takes place after Ron gets poisoned in HBP where Harry and Ginny have an afternoon to themselves, only to be almost interrupted by a certain brother. This chapter has an M rating.

Note: this prompt is on my bingo card

The sounds of Ginny's breathy sighs and sensual moans in between heated kisses reverberated off the walls of the small room, filling Harry's ears as he continued to slowly thrust into his girlfriend. The feel of warm, velvety walls was almost becoming too much, and he could feel those walls rippling along his length, only further adding to his sensory overload.

He just had to hold on a little longer, he all but chanted in his head.

Snaking his right hand down from where it rested on her hip, he moved his hand down to her centre until he found her clit, rubbing it in tiny circles with his thumb. Ginny let out a strangled cry at his ministrations against his lips.

He broke away from her lips, trailing wet, opened-mouthed kisses down her throat until he reached her heaving breasts. He took her left nipple into his mouth, lavishing it with licks and long sucks. He felt Ginny's hands tightly grip his hair and at his back, trying to find something to hold on for dear life to as she became more lost in the sea of sensations he was causing her.

Another couple minutes and with a well-timed circling on his hips, Harry felt her tightly contract around his sheathed length, trapping him fully inside her as her orgasm hit her hard. He watched as he eyes became unfocused, rolling back slightly in her head and crying loudly as her orgasm washed over her.

It was amazing to watch her come apart below him, and it was all too much at the same time.

The tidal wave of heat that had been building up within him finally came crashing down, his release pouring forth out of him as he shared his heat with Ginny. He let out a strangled grunt, his eyes becoming unfocused, and his arms lost their strength to hold him up anymore.

Harry's ears were ringing loudly from the blood pounding through them, dulling all other sound around him as he slowly came down from his high. He drowsily pressed several kisses onto her collar bone before he felt himself being pulled under into the welcome embrace of sleep in Ginny's arms.

Harry woke up from his nap to Ginny lazily tracing random patterns on his chest with her fingers, her touch feather-light on his skin. He also realized that his Quidditch robes were draped over their bodies; Ginny must have covered them up after he had fallen asleep.

"Mmm, I love waking up with you like this." Harry said, his voice thick from sleep as he brought her mouth to his.

"I do too, I wish I could wake up with you more often." Ginny said wistfully. She kissed him soundly for a few moments before breaking away. "I do have to admit that you were right that your Captain's Office was a good place to get away for an afternoon."

It had been an idea he had had since the Christmas holidays, coming down here to his Quidditch captain's office. Ron had been hoping that Harry would give him some extra help after their Saturday morning Quidditch practice, but Harry skived him off, saying he had some strategy work he wanted to work on by himself and that he was going to use his Captain's office to get it done.

Unbeknownst to Ron, and rightly so, Ginny had lingered back after practice without Ron realizing. Once the rest of the team left to head back up to the castle, Harry and Ginny were very much alone, taking their planned secret rendezvous to his office.

Expansion and cushioning charms made the desktop much more comfortable for the two of them along with a locking charm at the door for good measure. And for a couple glorious hours, Harry got to be the in-love teenager that he was, the outside world forgotten for the moment as he made love to Ginny.

"I'm glad that you liked my little idea." Harry teased, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

"I'd say 'liked' isn't quite the right word." Ginny purred, the blazing look in her eyes sending a shiver down his spine, forcing him to bite back a moan.

Their lips met in a searing kiss, and Harry felt heat start to pool again within him. He rolled on top of her, his hands moving to caress her breasts. He felt her moan as he started to harden again against her soft, wet folds.

The sound of the door handle rattling as someone tried to turn it broke into Harry's brain, causing him to hurriedly pull away from Ginny as if he'd been burned. Both looked at the door in horror as whoever was on the other side of the door kept trying to turn the knob.

"Hey, Harry, why is the door locked?" the voice of Ron Weasley asked through the locked door.

Harry's eyes widened in panic and he could see Ginny's looked just as panicked as his. She gave him a look that clearly said, 'Do something! Get rid of him!'

"I had something happen." Harry said loudly enough for Ron to hear.

"What is it? Maybe I can help? I just need you to open the door, or I can open it myself if you need me to."

"You really don't want to open that door." Harry yelled, hoping he didn't sound as panicky to Ron as he thought he sounded.

"Why? Harry, what's going on? Why won't you open the door?" Harry could hear the concern in his friend's voice.

"Malfoy hit me with a boil jinx."

"So? Aren't they just on your face?"

"He hit me down there, Ron."

"Oh? Oh! Oh."

"Yeah, and it's not pretty, not to mention painful as shit. And I don't think it's a normal boil jinx he used too; Finite doesn't work on it. He came at me from behind when I was leaving the changing rooms and I didn't see him until I turned around. And by then it was too late. Lucky that he got me down here at least and not halfway back to the castle."

"Wow, that's horrible, Mate. Malfoy's such a bloody coward. Do you need me to go get Madame Pomfrey?"

"Yeah, yeah he is. And no, I'll be fine. From what I remember about the boil jinx it goes away on its own after four hours, so I still have about another two hours before I can come out."

A long silence passed before Harry heard from the other side, "Well, if you're sure you'll be okay. I'll tell Hermione you're down here so she doesn't send a search party out for you."

"Thanks, Ron, I appreciate it."

"Well I'll just leave you then. Oh, say, if I run into Malfoy on my way back to the tower, you want me to get some payback for you?"

Harry looked down at Ginny who mouthed 'yes'.

"Yeah, sure. Just don't get yourself in trouble because of me."

"Oh, don't worry, I won't. I've been waiting for a moment like this to get back at the blond git." Ron said keenly. "Well, I guess I'll see you later then, Harry, but if it doesn't get any better in the next two hours, you'll go to Pomfrey, yeah?"

"I'll go to Pomfrey if it's not going away on its own." Harry promised. "Later, Ron."

"Later." He heard footsteps make their way across the changing room before the sound of the changing room door slamming shut could be heard. It was silent after that.

Harry let out a breath that he hadn't realized he'd been holding in as he flopped down on his back onto the desk.

"That was too close." Harry said, pinching the bridge of his nose. Ginny burst into laughter.

"What?" he demanded.

"Boils, Harry?" Ginny asked, still unable to contain her laughter.

"Hey, it was the best I could come up with, and he did leave, didn't he?" He tried to give her a pointed look but failed miserably once he saw the mirth on her face.

Ginny climbed on top of him, before sitting up, her hips straddling his waist, and his Quidditch robes fell away from her nude, lithe body. Harry's hands instinctively went to rest on her hips.

"Hmm, I guess you did, but now I'm a bit concerned about these boils now. I don't remember seeing or feeling them earlier, maybe I need to take a closer look, just to make sure everything's okay?" Ginny said seriously, but the blazing look in her eyes gave the game away to Harry as she moved to sit back on his legs.

"If you think you need to." Harry said huskily. He gasped a second later as he felt her small hand wrap around his semi-hard length, slowly stroking him from base to tip. He let out a low moan when he felt her warm mouth take the head of him in, gently sucking and licking it while her hand still stroked his shaft. She kept up with her actions until he was once again fully hard and panting heavily with desire.

"Well, I don't feel or see anything that wasn't there before. They must be gone now." Ginny gave him another slow stroke. "Although now you seem to have a different issue going on here that I'm a bit concerned about."

Harry's glassy eyes met Ginny's lust filled ones and asked gruffly, "Anything you can do to heal it?"

Ginny merely smiled salaciously at him, moving to position herself above his erection before slowly sinking down onto him.

They both moaned at the feeling of Harry being fully inside of her. Ginny met his eyes again and said breathlessly, "I know exactly what to do to heal you."